Produced By: Dame Grease
It's kinda fucked up to say a song about driving around with a cadaver in the back of the whip is a lot of fun, but this gripping narrative about the disposal of a dead man is nonstop action, the high-strung convo between Nore and Nas coming off like a fly-on-the-
wall corpse reenactment. The way the two speak to each other, cutting each other off, reminiscing about past events, you couldn't write a better script. The simple hi-hats and eerie melody don't get in the way of the unsettling drama that unfolds just like a movie.