[Intro] Say ho, everybody say ho By the way yo I said take it slow like way back in the day-yo By the way yo, everybody say ho Everybody say hooooo- hooo Everybody say ho
[Verse 1: Mos Def] And check it out now Who is the cat eatin out on the town And make the whole dining room turn they head round Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk Who be ridin up in the highrise elevator Other tenants who be prayin they ain't the new neighbor Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga They try to play him like a chump cause he got what they want
[Verse 2] He under thirty years old but already he's a pro Designer trousers slung low cause his pockets stay swoll' Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go V.I.P. at the club, backstage at the show (Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes Hottest whips on the road neck and wrists on froze (say word) Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs Straight all across the globe watch got three time-zones Keep the digital phone up to his dome Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes One problem; even with the O's on his check The po-po stop him and show no respect "Is there a problem officer?" Damn straight, it's called race That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case You livin large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face
[Verse 3] Now, who is cat dining out on the town Maitre'd wanna take a whole year to sit him down Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk Now, who is the cat at Armani buyin wears With the tourists who be askin him, do you work here? Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga
[Verse 4] Yo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos Def White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe I didn't say it But they'll say it out loud again When they get with they close associates and friends You know, sneak it in with they friends at the job Happy hour at the bar while this song is in they car And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed They actions reveal how their hearts really feel Like, late night I'm on a first class flight The only brother in sight the flight attendent catch fright I sit down in my seat, 2C She approach officially talkin about, "Excuse me" Her lips curl up into a tight space Cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place Showed her my boarding pass, and then she sort of gasped All embarrassed put an extra lime on my water glass An hour later here she comes by walkin past "I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph" (Wowwww.. Mr. Nigga I love you, I have all your albums!..) They stay on nigga patrol on american roads And when you travel abroad they got world nigga law Some folks get on a plane go as they please But I go over seas and I get over-SEIZED London Heathrow, me and my people They think that illegal's a synonym for negro Far away places, customs agents flagrant They think the dark faces smuggle weight in they cases Bags inspected, now we arrested Attention directed to contents of our intestines Urinalyis followed by X-rays Interrogated and detained til damn near the next day No evidence, no appology and no regard Even for the big american rap star For us especially, us most especially A Mr Nigga VIP jail cell just for me "If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face" They say they want you successful, but then they make it stressful You start keepin pace, they start changin up the tempo
[Verse 4] Now, who is cat riding out on the town State trooper wanna stop him in his ride, pat him down Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass