Where Y’all At Nas

[Intro]
New Nas... woo!!!

[Chorus]
Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
(Just ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
(All my niggas gon' ride with it)
Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at?
(Fuck them other niggas)
Where them dimes at? Where them dimes at?
(Word to mother, niggas)
Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at?

[Verse 1]
I slow Dance with the Devil, snow setting in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom, bumping Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, with my own pattern in it
Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays away far from my reality
Fart through Evisu jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin Hood in the Aston Mart
Lot of blood gon' splash in war
Task force homicide, federalies gon' harass
But y'all ain't never seen nothing, not a word not a hint
On the kid from the project bench, that went
Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent
To get the best man, y'all niggas ain't silencing shit
Ya bitch been wanna polish the dick, the big Benz
I'ma model ya chick with Zac Posen, cash froze her
Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over
Cold like ice, more chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel
Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble
I could sell sand to a Arab, hiding my gun handle