When I try to sound like the contemporary sound, it never turns out that way.

I don't get jealousy, I don't get how people hate each other - I never did.

I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times, Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

We're all Africans, everyone - black, white, yellow.

Man, me and Biggie were the biggest artists in New York. When he passed, I was so messed up. My attitude was messed up about him dying. There was an East-West thing back then, and I was in war mode.

No temporary chaos is worth your sanity. Just knowing that whatever happens, it happens to the best of them too.

Some people work hard to be something that they're not, and I don't work at all, I'm just me. And that can bother anybody I'm not working nearly as hard as the other guys, and they don't like it.