Dirt off Your Shoulder - Jay-Z (lyrics) You\u0027re now tuned into the muh\u0027fucking greatest (Jigga) Turn the music up in the headphones (Jigga) Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off, nigga I got you, yeah, uh If you feeling like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby, don\u0027t forget that boy told you Get that dirt off your shoulder I probably owe it to y\u0027all, probably be locked by the force Trying to hustle some things that go with the Porsche Feeling no remorse, feeling like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls Said the ladies, they love me, from the bleachers they\u0027re screaming All the ballers is bouncing, they like the way I be leaning All the rappers be hating off the track that I\u0027m making But all the hustlers, they love it, just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom of the bottom, to the top of the pops Nigga, London, Japan and I\u0027m straight off the block Like a running back, get it? Man, I\u0027m straight off the block I can run it back, nigga, \u0027cause I\u0027m straight with the Roc If you feeling like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby, don\u0027t forget that boy told you Get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder Your homie Hov\u0027 in position, in the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover Trying to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers\u0027ll test ya But, like, 52 cards went out, I\u0027m through dealing Now 52 bars come out, now you feel \u0027em Now 52 cars roll out, remove ceiling In case 52 broads come out, now you chilling With a boss, bitch, of course, S.C. on the sleeve At the 40\/40 club, ESPN on the screen I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean No chrome on the wheels, I\u0027m a grown-up for real If you feeling like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby, don\u0027t forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder Your boy back in the building; Brooklyn, we back on the map Me and my beautiful bee-itch in the back of that \u0027Bach I\u0027m the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I ain\u0027t gotta clap at \u0027em, niggas scared of that black I drop that Black Album, then I back out it As the best rapper alive, nigga, ask \u0027bout me From bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys From Os to opposite of Orphan Annie You gotta pardon Jay, for selling out the Garden in a day I\u0027m like a young Marvin in his hey\u0027 I\u0027m a hustler, homie, you a customer crony Got some dirt on my shoulder; could you brush it off for me? If you feeling like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby, don\u0027t forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You\u0027re now tuned into the mu\u0027fucking greatest Best rapper alive, best rapper alive