Produced By: Havoc
Album: Nastradamus
Label: Ill Will/Columbia

Almost any other rapper who did a song with a hook that goes, "Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what...Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder," would be dismissed as just another generic gangsta rapper—and not a very good one at that. That Nas can pull it off speaks volumes about how dedicated fans perceive his repertoire—they've come to expect him to kick some level of knowledge in his music, even in a song like this one. Is this lurid story rap of sex, murder, and betrayal with the sing-songy, Cypress Hill–ish flow and tingling, winter-cold beat from Havoc a sensationalistic cheap thrill or social commentary? That's for you to decide.