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Suspect is a track by Nas, taken from the album “It Was Written”, released July 2, 1996 on Columbia. It runs 4:12 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Play button above when a verified stream is available, or choose a listening service from the other options.

Within the album sequence, this recording sits alongside Album Intro, The Message, Street Dreams. Open the album page to compare the full running order and the listening options available for each song.

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Song
Suspect
Artist
Nas
Release
It Was Written
Format
Album
Duration
4:12
Release date
July 2, 1996
Record label
Columbia
Content notice
Explicit

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"Yo, what up, dunn?" "Yo, son, what up?" "Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'? "Word?" "I gotta go see somethin' real qui- Yo, walk with me here real fast, yo" "Word? Right" "Yo, yo, son, man See them niggas right there, man?" "Yeah" "I'm sayin', man, it's about time, man These niggas are shoutin' at everythin', you know what I'm sayin'? Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo! Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo! Yo, fuck that, man, I'ma get that nigga, yo" It was a murder Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin' Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like, "Fuck!" Niggas is buck, mega bloodshed, the tape's red I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked" I puffed the lila, just before I hit the scene for realer I'm all high, it's late, I'm lookin' down at the fella Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion His moms had a stare, I wouldn't dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder That the street's designed to stop ya life clock, the beast'll time ya Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fail First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail Burstin', blastin' at you, forty cal' shells split your dry cell My niggas never snitch, why tell? We roll with no regrets, destinies, 50s and equities Queens'll be the death of me (death of me) To the suspect witness, "Don't come outside" You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Suspect witness, don't come outside (what?) You might get your shit pushed back tonight (get it) (Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Dear God, I want the riches Money hungry, bitches infested Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness My crew dresses in vests-es, feel the essence Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless Slaughter, Nautica down, frames look petite Ten millies, minks designed just for my physique I keep a low pro' as if I owe, bless the flow lovely My pants hang while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of Early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker's psychiatric, it's massive A Million Man March, alert the masses Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses Don assassins, Armageddon The weddin' of a freak and a beat Seven heads, got the righteous threatened Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin' Comprehend the grammar, math we own Are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tone, niggas get hit and wrapped in plastic The mic I strike in vain, givin' the pain of what a MAC is What you with? Lucci or drama? No sleep means insomnia No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect niggas, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Yeah, yeah It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized Mega live like the third world Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver Bond is my life, so I live by my word Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don't make no herbs Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin' Rebel to America civilization, caught you sleepin', blaow! Queensbridge, boy! Once again, boy! Recognize, boy, recognize, stupid motherfuckers! Yeah, yeah, street educated, created Fly gangsta, Firm style AZ, what up, what up? Jungle, Benny Blanco from the 'Bridge 'Mega, Big Hi, clap 'em down L.E.S. on a murder quest Yeah, yeah, y'all

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Full tracklist

  1. 01 Album Intro E 2:24
  2. 02 The Message E 3:54
  3. 03 Street Dreams E 4:41
  4. 04 I Gave You Power E 3:56
  5. 05 Watch Dem Niggas (feat. Foxy Brown) E 4:06
  6. 06 Take It In Blood E 4:49
  7. 07 Nas Is Coming (feat. Dr. Dre) E 5:40
  8. 08 Affirmative Action (feat. AZ, Cormega & Foxy Brown) E 4:20
  9. 09 The Set Up (feat. Havoc) E 4:01
  10. 10 Black Girl Lost (feat. JoJo Hailey) E 4:22
  11. 11 Shootouts E 3:46
  12. 12 Live Nigga Rap (feat. Mobb Deep) E 3:46
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