Текст песни:

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for son i got 99 problems and a b***h aint one.


I got the rap contral on gat patrol for folks that want to make sure my caskets closed. rap critics
say these money cash h**s are from the hood stupid what type of facts are those if you grew up with
h**s with f**k up toes yuo would celebrate the moment you was havin dough im like f**k critics you
can kiss my hole a**h**e if you dont like my lyrics you can press fast foward i beef with the radio
but i dont play show and they dont play my hits well i dont give a s**t so raps ads try to use my
black a** so adevertisments can get more cash for ads fu***s i dont know what you take me as or
understanding the intelligence that Jay-Z has i came from rags to riches n****s i aint dumd and i
got 99 proglems and a b***h aint one


99 problems but a b***h aint one so if you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son i got 99
problems and a b****h aint one


the year is 94 and my trunk is broad and my rear view mirror is to mother f****n large i got two
choises pull over the car or bounce on the devil and put the floor [revvv] and i anint tryin to see
no hollywood police chase plus i got a few dollors and i can fight the case so i pull over to the
side of the road i heard [police] son do you know what im stopping you for.[Jay-Z]cause im young and
im black and my hats real low do i look like a mind reader sir i dont know.
am i under arrest or should i guessome more [police] well you were doing 55 in the 54 [Jay-Z] uh-huh
[police] do you have a drivers licence and reglistalion and step out of the car are you carring a
weapon i know alot of you are i anit stepping out of s**t all of my papers a legite.[police]well do
you mind if i look around your car a litle bit[Jay-Z]well my glove departments locked so is my trunk
in the back and i know my rights and your going to need a warrant for that[police] well arent you
sharp as a tack but we will see how sharp you are when the k-9s arrive.[Jay-Z] i got 99 poroblems
and a b***h aint one.




now once upon a time

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

(feat. J. Cole)

[Chorus: J. Cole (Jay-Z)]
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, HEY!!!!)
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, HEY!!!!)

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
I seen Mase do it, I seen ′Ye do it
X came through, caught lighter fluid
Still I came through it, clap for ′em
But I′m the blueprint, I′m like the map for ′em
I dropped another classic, made Puff pass it,
Nobody could touch Puff back when Puff had it
Wayne scorchin, I′ll applaud him
If he keep goin, pass the torch to him
50 came through, like hurricanes do
I thought I finished his ass at Summerjam Two
I had the Illmatic, on bootleg
The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead
Wayne did a milli, 50 did a milli
′Ye too but what Em did was silly
The white boy blossomed after Dre endorsed him
His flow on "Renegade," fuckin awesome, applaud him

[Chorus: J. Cole (Jay-Z)]
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, HEY!!!!)
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, HEY!!!!)

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
Hey, Snoop Dogg did, Nelly came down
Facemob kept the ghetto for the H-Town
Luda moved digits after he moved bitches
Drake′s up next, see what he do wit it
Rule had a run, couple movie parts
T.I. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
Waddup Jeezy? What it do
Ya remind me of us in early ′92
OutKast landed, 3 Thou′ was ill
Like a male version, of Lauryn Hill
Mobb Deep (Shook) it, but Prodigy took it
a lil′ too far, can′t fuck wit Brooklyn
Wu-Tang gangbanged it, Meth ate
Rae took on the date with the Purp′ Tape
Passed on to Ason and then Ghostface
They had a hell of a run, standing ova- aaaaaaaay!

[Chorus: J. Cole (Jay-Z)]
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, HEY!!!!)
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, HEY!!!!)

[Verse Three: Jay-Z]
And I am one, of one
Can′t you see just how long my run?
My rain knew {?} sun-shine
Been a star since I was back in one, time
One time give it up for him
December 4th, a star was born
Clap for him, he went from movin that corner
to, this corner office, so enormous
Heeeeeeeey! Pres Carter
Watchin her get her Monica on all day
Heeeeeeeey!
...Got so many different Monicas, but only one Jay
They come, they go
Some real, some faux
Some friends, some hoes
But no I, goes nowhere, it′s Hov

[Chorus: J. Cole (Jay-Z)]
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, HEY!!!!)
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, clap for ′em, HEY!!!!)

[Verse Four: J. Cole]
And could I be a star?
Does fame in this game have to change who you are?
Or could I be the same one who came from a far away life
Just to make it in this broadway lights
Now I′m shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure
A slow transition from a lil′ broke nigga from the ′Ville
Got a deal, a real life saver
Dreams of being behind the wheel like, Jada
I chill now, cop a lil′ ice later
Cole, you got a glow like a lil′ Lightsaber
So, clap for him, then applaud Hov
He gave ′em a platform
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes
When a broke nigga ′proaches
Told ya I′m focused man, I′ll let you muh′fuckers soak it in
Clap for him

@ Jay-Z

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(feat. Kid Cudi)

[Jay-Z]
Jay-Z, Hova,
You either love me or leave me alone [x3]

[Kid Cudi - Chorus]
Oh they want me to fall (fall),
Fall from the top (top),
They want me to drop (drop)
They want me to stop (stop)
They want me to go (go),
I’m already gone (already)
The sh-t that I′m on
I’m already home
(Hey, I′m already home yeah)

[Jay-Z]
These n-gga’s want me to go, don’t they know that I′m gone
They know I′m space shuttle level they need oxyg-g-g-gen
Don’t they know that they born?
Don’t they know that I yawn,
Only time they excited is when they mentioning Shawn
You see single white female but she dyed her hair blonde
Sometimes I look at these rappers, the movie remind me of them
Somebody turn these boys off
don’t they know that I′m on
Can’t they see that it’s foolish to try and kill me with songs
What the f-ck are they Laurynnn, you killin me softly
You talk me to death, only thing you can do to him
I open the door for them, what else can I do?
These n-gga’s want me to walk for them, somebody talk to them
Before I go off on them

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
I taught-em about fish scale they want me to fish for them
They want me to catch clean, then cook up a dish for them
All of this just for them, or they got a diss for him
They want me to disappear, like it’s gonna do sh-t for them
They say that I′m in the way, they want me to sit with them
But what they admitting is, they aint got sh-t for him
But really the fact is, we not in the same bracket
Not in the same league, don’t shoot at the same baskets
Don’t pay the same taxes, hang with the same b-tches
So how am I in the way, what is it I′m missing?
N-gga I been missing, n-gga I been gone
The shit that you just witnessed is the shit that I bin on
And as for the critics, tell me I don’t get it
Everybody can tell you how to do it, they never did it
Now these n-gga’s is mad, oh they call me a Camel
But I mastered the drought, what the fuck I′m an animal
Half-man half-mammal
My sign is a Sag, this is just what I plan to do
Oh don’t be mad

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
I’m in the hall already, on the wall already
I’m a work of art, im a Warhol already
On another level, on another plane already
H-O-V I got my own lane already (already)
I done cooked up the rock already
So why the f-ck can’t ya’ll get hot already (already)
Put your name in the pot already, n-ggas compare me to Biggie and Pac already
Like im gone already and I am n-gga I′m already home already
If ya’ll can’t already see I aint worried about ya’ll cos I′m already me
Do you already, enough of the complaining bo-who’s already
Eat food already, aint nothing given you gotta claim your shoes already,

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
Only nigga to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

[Verse 1]
This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain′t for iTunes, this ain′t for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain′t politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don′t have melodies
This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I′m so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y′all making going make it the great depression
All y′all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
This ain′t a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas′ jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain′t for z100
Ye told me to kill y′all to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This shit′s for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga this shit violent
Death of autotune, moment of silence

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it
Fifty thou′ to style on this
I just don′t need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singing too much
Get back to rap you t-paining too much
I′m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I′m still the hardest here
I don′t be in the project hallway talking about how I be in the project all day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me
Nigga just get violent
This is death of autotune moment of silence

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

(feat. Kanye West)

[Jay-Z]
Haters, haters, snitch haters!
And I made myself so easy to love
Yeah, yeah

[Kanye West]
How much they hate it, very
Cause girls like Katy Perry
I am never sprung but I spring her, Jerry
Dont try to sit home, results may vary
King like t.i. but in the Chi, Larry

[Jay-Z]
Hoova, HOVA, both of(a)
American gangstas you choose whose, colder(a)
Rappers get nasty in the booth,
But im gross, I cant even stomach myself
I′m so, more in it cause im closer
Had girlies in girldles weighing more than they suppose to(a),
Poser(a), No Sir(a),my hustle, so Russell,
I stretch work, yoga
You know I got it down dawg,
Al Roker, I used to knock pounds off
It aint nothing for me to knock nouns off,
But these MCs are prayin for my downfall,
They just.. Haters
I wave at you, im so player,
I′ll never be done im so ra(y)re

[Kanye West]
We killin the game its not fai(y)r
You mother fuckers stay right the(y)re
′cause we too high up in the a(y)ir
We blastin off just like a la(y)ser
Nigga pewoon, pewoon, pewoon,
Give me rap, give me room, room, room
?DB-9? like vroomm,vroomm, vroom
Y′all ho what we doin, doin, doin

[Jay-Z]
We ballin, bitches,eatin y′all food leavin dishes
Why these niggas always talkin lead talk Ye?
Why I never see them at the ?claire port? Ye?
Why I always hear they at the airport
Why I fly daily like im in the airforce
Therefore, please stop talkin my ?ass soft?
Millionaire talk, you haters,
You mad at me cause, your paper,
?you need to get his mother fuckin weight up?, waiter(a)
I aint done, name one thing that I aint done
It hurts when you say that I aint one, haters
How do I gain your favor, I need to know cause I ca(y)re
I need you to love me I swea(y)r, look he(y)re
See Ye is, runnin the Chi like Gale Sayers,
Im runnin new york, I got the ??, on my pager
You cant fade us, you hate us
I need you, ?stay bad ya?
I breath you, like a(y)ir,
A(y)ir
Where are my haters,
I love all my haters
I love all my haters
I love all my haters

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

[Verse One]

Momma I made it
Ya′ll know how I do when the Doc do it
I fly thru it
That′s how I operated
Momma I made it
Ghetto like the grease when you getting your hair braided
Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid is
Hooray is the underdog
Now my feet under desk
It′s the presidential favorite
Can′t believe I got away with my earlier stages
Being on stages
Having my way with
Congratulations
Ya baby boy′s a made man
I′m a hold the fam down at least 3 generations
I′m talking when spaceships are around
And ya great, great grands
Reminiscing about foundation you gave ′em
For repairing my relationship with my pops before he passed
All I ask is you raise your glass for this celebration
Toast to the most beautiful girl in the world
My inspiration, thanks for your information

[Chorus]

Momma I made it [2x]

[Verse Two]

I′m in BK where
It ain′t everyday that you make it out
To be on top of yachts waving
I remember you saving for the light bill
Paid the rent with a light bill
Now my crib dark as a basement
And you′d lock up the when you wasn′t home
We was communicating like the money you made wasn′t basic
Our cable was basic
No HBO, no WHT
Just Ralph McDaniels on the station
I aggravated you for Atari and Coleco Vision
Pinstripe Lee′s when the first day day of school came
I was OK with not having everything as long as Saturdays
You had the Commodores playing
The expression on your face was priceless
It′s still with me till this day
Baby girl I won′t erase it
I go to my grave with the memory of the sacrifice you made
You deserve a standing ovation
Momma I made it

[Chorus 3x]

[Verse Three]

Now your lil misfit makes sure every day is Christmas
Write down your wish list
Sixes, wrist is glistening
You don′t even like jewels
But you can missing anywhere you like to
Where the water′s light tube
Anything you order, sign it to your nice room
Leave an extra tip Ma
Be extra nice to ′em
CEO Carter Foundation
Wow I know pop′s looking down
I know Colleek somewhere up in the clouds
Like go get ′em Grandma, make me proud
Didn′t have a man in the house so you made one
So I act like ya husband and I′m only ya son
I told you one day I′ll get you a home
But I didn′t know it would possibly be in Rome
She told me don′t wait on nobody
Get your own, so with me myself & my microphone I made it

Momma I made it....

Momma I made it....

[Music slowly fades out]

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

[Intro (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)]
I don′t know what life will be in H.I.P. H.O.P.
Without the boy H.O.V. (I will be, I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I′m hip hop′s savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, I′m ready (I will be)
When kingdom come (Yeah, yeah) I′m ready
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Now everywhere I go they like HOV you back
Up out the corner office out the coldasack
Where′s Iceberg Slim he was the coldest cat
Get your swag back daddy where your focus at
Got to admit a little bit I was sick of rap
But despite that the boy is back
And I′m so evolved I′m so involved
I′m showing growth, I′m so in charge
I′m C.E.O. and yeah going god
I′m so indebted, I should have been deaded
Sellin blow in the park, this I know in my heart
Now I′m so enlightened I might glow in the dark
I been up in the office you might know him as Clark
But, just when you thought the whole world fell apart
I - take off the blazer losen up the tie
Step inside the booth Superman is alive

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I′m hip hop′s savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I′m hip hop′s savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I hear "hurry up Hov" when I′m out in the public
Cause niggas like it, you love it; We be it, you′re of it
You breathe it, we need it; bring it back to the hustlas
Had to dust off the Hammer, dance - can′t touch this
C′mon playboys, bring the cars back out
Cause ya boy Hov is back, you know them broads comin out
Got ′em dancing on the bankhead, like they from Bankhead
Fuck Cristal, so they ask me what we drinking
I thought dudes remark was rude okay
So I moved on to Dom Cuvee Rose
And it′s much bigger issues in the world, I know
But I first had to take care of the world I know
I′m from the bottom, so I still feel em from the bottom
Underdog before my cape, still couldn′t stop him
Flash Gordon when recording, spark the light in the dark
Peter Park, Spiderman, all I do is climb the charts

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I′m hip hop′s savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I′m hip hop′s savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Just when they thought it was all over
I put the whole world on my back and broad shoulders
The War-Hova, but who you know took over tracks like that
Guess what New York, New York - we back
And I ain′t never been afraid of a drought
Since I was six, seventeen been gettin money down south
Bout it, bout it, Master P
Ask the nigga Pimp C, ask my homey Bun B
I run the streets the streets don′t run we
Y′all run, we chill still waters run deep
I repeat, sing a long with me
I run the streets the streets don′t run we
Ladies sayin where you been Superman?
When niggas spendin ten million in media on my hands
The Bruce Wayne of the game have no fear
When you need me just throw your ROC signs in the air, yeah!

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I′m hip hop′s savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I′m hip hop′s savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

Yeah, be the realest *-h-i-t I never wrote
I ain’t write this by the way nigga, some real *-h-i-t right here nigga
This’ll be the realest *-h-i-t you ever quote
Let’s go!

My president is black, my Lambo’s blue
And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too
My momma ain’t at home, and daddy’s still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo’s blue
And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too
My money’s light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?
Let’s go!

Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night
I don’t know what you fishin for but catch you a great white
Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails
Who knew what came with jail, who knew what came with prison
Just cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician?
Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminal?
I say and I quote, “We need a miracle”
And I say a miracle cause this *-h-i-t is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict
Be all you be, now don’t that sound like some dumb *-h-i-t
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo
It’s really a Desert Storm, that’s word to my nigga Clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggas, I’m winnin in California
Winnin in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama, on my way to Sevana

I said I woke up this morning, headache this big
Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids
Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos
Love me some spinach dip, I’m addicted to Houston’s
And if the numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston
An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my a-s-s in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It’s all love Bun, I’m forgivin you Pimp C
You know how the P-i-m-p be, that nigga gon’ speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven he’d tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I’m doin fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change so y’all let the man shine
Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream

Yeah, our history, black history, no president ever did s-h-i-t for me
Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys so a nigga won’t go broke
Then they put us in jail, now a nigga can’t go vote
So I spend doe, all these hoes is trippin
She a ain’t a politician, honey’s a polotician
My president is black, rolls golden charms
Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan’s arms
When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you
That can arouse ya ego, we got mouths to feed so
Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from
Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from
No matter how big you can ever be
For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity
For years there’s been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I’m the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real
They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill

So I’m sittin right here now man
It’s June 3rd haha, 2:08 AM
Nigga I won’t say win, lose or draw
Man we congratulate you already homie
See I motivate the thugs right
You motivate us homie, that’s what it is
This a hands on policy, y’all touchin me right nigga
Yeah, first black president, win, lose or draw nigga
Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is man
Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T, Washington homie
Oh you ain’t think I knew that s-h-i-t?
Sydney portea what dey do?
Haha, my president is black
I’m important too though, my Lambo’s blue
I was, I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Lamborghini yeah haha

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

(feat. Drake)

Welcome to the Future,
Blue Print 3
Ay count me in
Find me a nice soft place to land
I′m so high
Find me a place to land,
Yeah right there,

I′m so tomorrow,
The Audemars are yesterday,
Which means your on time delay,
So even if I slow it doooown,
My sound is fast forward, hold up
I′m just a runway show
But I wear this on my plane in my runway clothes,
Cashmere sweats they come out next year
But these my last year sweats,
And my hoe so sick, your new chick cant f-ck with my old b-tch,
And you know this sh-t,
I′m professional, they know this is,
I just may let you borrow this,
This the blueprint n-gga follow this,
This what what tomorrow is,
Welcome to tomorrow b–tch,

[Drake - Chorus]
Whatever you about to discover we off that
You about to tell her you love her we off that,
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that,
But you can’t bring the future back,
Ya′ll steady chasing the fame we off that,
Oversized clothes and chains we off that,
N-gga still making it rain and we off that,
Cos you can’t bring the future back,
Tell n-ggas top get off me,
Cris we off that,
Timbs we off that,
Rims we off that,
[Jay-Z]
Yeah We off that is you still on that,
If you still making money cos we still on that,

This ain’t black versus white my n-gga we off that,
Please tell Bill O Reilly to fall back,
Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls,
Its 2010 not 1864 ,
Ah yeh we come so far,
So I drive around town hard top and its off
Ah and my tribeca loft with my high brow art
And my high yellow broad
Ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate
Say whats up to to chris,
Ah, hows that for a mix,
Got a black president,
Got green presidents,
Blueprints in my white ipod,
Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, My God,
Ah we aint tripping off that,
Its a benetton ad, n-gga been up off that

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
I dont give a fidduuck, abiddout the widday,
You used to move, what you used to do,
And I dont give a fidduuck abiddout the b-tches
That you used to screw
What your future do,
And we don’t really care what you used to say,
Unless that affects your future pay,
Im on the practice field running two a day,
So I don’t drop the ball when its threw my way,
So I don’t a fidduck abiddout the sh-t that
You probably did,
Who you probably is,
The only time I deal in past tense
Is i’m past rims,
And i’m past tints,
If you driving it I drove it,
You got it cos I sold it,
You copped it and I bought it back,
And we don’t give a fidduck n-gga we off that.

[Chorus]

@ Jay-Z