作词 : Shawn Carter/William Griffin/Marshall Mathers/Shari Watson/Andre R. Young 作曲 : Shawn Carter/William Griffin/Marshall Mathers/Shari Watson/Andre R. Young Jeah.. uhh.. what shall I do for a livin ***** what shall i Eat for a livin ***** {"{"}*watcher*} That's how I live for a livin *****.. {"{"}*watcher*} Okay, let's do this {"{"}*the watcher*} [Verse One: Jay-Z] Things just ain't the same for gangsters But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claimin they bangers Doin all sorts of twisted s*it with they fingers Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners I was doin this s*it when you was s*ittin Pampers I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners 'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, 'cause aight with them hammers I was p***kin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand f****d up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all f****n with whom? Allow me to retort You cowards is just now learnin the s*it that we taught You ****** ain't know about a Robb Report Bout a high speed Porsche, I.e., you ****** ain't know how to floss 'Til I came through the door Like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this *****! You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was suckin so long, f****n ya little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little b*****s You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous I blew breath on you midgets, I gave light to the game It's only right I got the right to be king ****** that got life really like what I sing Cause they know is he really like, ****** feel my pain Know the s*it I DON'T write Be the illest s*it that's ever been recited In the game word to the hyphen in my NAME! J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa The past, present, ***** the future, proper The holy trinity of hip-hop is us We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops It's the Roc [Chorus: Truth Hurts] I know, you got your eyes on me I feel you watchin me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You bed-da off not lookin at all （Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo'） （People I used to know, just don't know me no mo'） （But everywhere that I go, I got people I know） （Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low） [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] I'm still on top of the game Still droppin flames, still c**k and aim Still at the top had the Roc for the fame over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim the streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane The eyes that I played The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher [Chorus]
[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it take away the added profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and c**k it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try copin I've seen enough s*it to leave your frame of mind broken I'm still alive and scopin Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher {"{"}*echoes*} [Chorus]
[00:00.000] 作词 : Shawn Carter/William Griffin/Marshall Mathers/Shari Watson/Andre R. Young [00:01.000] 作曲 : Shawn Carter/William Griffin/Marshall Mathers/Shari Watson/Andre R. Young [00:03.02]Jeah.. uhh.. what shall I do for a livin ***** [00:10.65]what shall i Eat for a livin ***** {"{"}*watcher*} [00:13.77]That's how I live for a livin *****.. {"{"}*watcher*} [00:18.27]Okay, let's do this {"{"}*the watcher*} [00:21.64][Verse One: Jay-Z] [00:22.40]Things just ain't the same for gangsters [00:23.83]But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters [00:26.08]All of these rap singers claimin they bangers [00:28.21]Doin all sorts of twisted s*it with they fingers [00:30.64]Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners [00:32.77]I was doin this s*it when you was s*ittin Pampers [00:35.27]I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was [00:38.77]Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners [00:40.58]'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was [00:42.96]I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers [00:45.08]I was nice with my hands, 'cause aight with them hammers [00:47.58]I was p***kin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was [00:50.33]I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was [00:53.15]Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us [00:55.02]Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas [00:56.71]You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night [00:59.03]Grand f****d up one fight [01:00.16]I was on the Peter Pan bus [01:01.60]You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all f****n with whom? [01:04.66]Allow me to retort [01:06.41]You cowards is just now learnin the s*it that we taught [01:09.41]You ****** ain't know about a Robb Report [01:11.91]Bout a high speed Porsche, [01:13.54]I.e., you ****** ain't know how to floss [01:15.85]'Til I came through the door [01:17.10]Like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this *****! [01:19.28]You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut [01:21.85]You was suckin so long, f****n ya little neck up [01:23.91]Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little b*****s [01:27.10]You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous [01:29.10]I blew breath on you midgets, I gave light to the game [01:31.73]It's only right I got the right to be king [01:33.72]****** that got life really like what I sing [01:35.91]Cause they know is he really like, ****** feel my pain [01:38.41]Know the s*it I DON'T write [01:39.91]Be the illest s*it that's ever been recited [01:41.66]In the game word to the hyphen in my NAME! [01:43.85]J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa [01:45.78]The past, present, ***** the future, proper [01:48.10]The holy trinity of hip-hop is us [01:50.35]We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops [01:52.97]It's the Roc [01:53.85][Chorus: Truth Hurts] [01:54.66]I know, you got your eyes on me [01:57.10]I feel you watchin me [01:59.29]But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me [02:03.10]You try, but what you think you saw [02:06.60]Ain't what you thought you saw [02:08.98]You bed-da off not lookin at all [02:12.41]（Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo'） [02:16.85]（People I used to know, just don't know me no mo'） [02:21.29]（But everywhere that I go, I got people I know） [02:26.29]（Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low） [02:30.10][Verse Two: Dr. Dre] [02:32.41]I'm still on top of the game [02:34.04]Still droppin flames, still c**k and aim [02:36.73]Still at the top had the Roc for the fame [02:38.85]over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came [02:41.66]You seen it all, how I got, how I gained [02:43.98]The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain [02:46.29]When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim [02:48.60]the streets, they made a special spot for my name [02:51.29]Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign [02:53.04]But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins [02:55.98]The pride and the pain [02:57.35]All the way back from the rise of my name [02:59.72]See the world clear through the eyes of the mane [03:02.04]See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave [03:04.54]When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane [03:06.79]The eyes that I played [03:08.10]The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher [03:10.48][Chorus] [03:10.98] [03:16.29][Verse Three: Rakim] [03:30.60] [03:49.07]I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs [03:51.38]It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends [03:53.95]It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen [03:56.20]Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene [03:58.82]Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket [04:01.32]Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it [04:04.20]take away the added profit, it's catastrophic [04:05.94]I take the gat and c**k it, and I'll sit back and watch it [04:08.95]These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully [04:11.39]The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me [04:13.76]Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny [04:15.45]In the place where the number one cause of death is money [04:18.20]You can try copin [04:19.57]I've seen enough s*it to leave your frame of mind broken [04:22.01]I'm still alive and scopin [04:23.32]Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in [04:25.51]And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher {"{"}*echoes*} [04:30.20][Chorus]
