Without the work, the magic won’t come.

New York has a thousand universes in it that don't always connect but we do all walk the same streets, hear the same sirens, ride the same subways, see the same headlines in the Post, read the same writings on the walls. That shared landscape gets inside of all of us and, in some small way, unites us, makes us think we know each other even when we don't.

The fans get to see you, and you can do great by your record if you have a great performance or a great night there. That's all part of the business. But at their core, awards shows are not really a sincere thing. For a lot of years, the artists had to pay to play their own set.

Without the work, the magic won’t come.

I got 99 Problems but Mitt ain't one.

Only God can judge me so I'm gone, either love me or leave me alone.

Driving Benzes with no benefits, not bad huh, for some immigrants?