The Message Chords by Nas

Tempo:
89.25 bpm
Chords used:

Gm

Dm

C

Cm

G

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Nas - The Message chords
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[A] [G]
[Gm] [Dm] [G]
[Gm] Fake love, no [Dm] love, you get the slug [C] CB4, gut slow, your luck low
I didn't know till I was [Gm] drunk though You freak niggas, [Dm] played out, get fucked and [C] ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gays [Gm] out 96 ways it's [Dm] made out
Montana [Cm] way, the good F-E-L-L [C]-A Verbal AK [Gm] spray, dip the taxi
[Dm] Jump out the range, empty [C] out the ashtray Glasses A, make you mad, Cassius [Gm] Clay
Red dot plots, [Dm] murder schemes, 32 [C] shotguns Regulate with my thugs, 17 rights [Gm] claimed for one ring
Don't [Dm] let me let y'all niggas know [C] one thing There's one life, one [Gm] love, so there can only be one king
The highlights are living, [Dm] Vegas style, Roll [C] Dice and Lennon
And Terra spending on Millenniums [Gm] 20G bets, I'm winning them, [Dm] threats, I'm sending them
[C] Lex with TV sets, the minimum Ill sex, [Gm] adrenaline, party with villains
[Dm] A case of Demi, second [C] taste of Henny, wet and he quick
[G] With the semi-tech, who [Gm] want it?
Diamonds up, floating
[Dm] Chicken heads, flock, I [Cm] lace them Fried broil with basil, taste them
Cracked [Gm] legs, way out of formation [Dm] It's horizontal, how I [C] have them
Fucker me in the Benz wagon Can it [Gm] be vanity from last [Dm] wagon?
Grab your gun, it's [C] on though, shit is frightening Real niggas bucking [Gm] broad daylight
With the [Dm] broke Mack, it won't spray [C] wet Don't give a fuck if they hit, as long as the [Gm] drama's lit
Yo, [Dm] overnight thugs, fuck em, they ain't [C] promising Hungry ass hooligans, stay on that [Gm] piranha shit
[Dm] [C] [D]
[Gm] [F] [C] [D]
[Gm] I ain't [F] [Cm] [D]
[Gm] the [F] type [C] of [D] brother, maybe you can call me [Gm] something else
I beat you [Dm] frontin', I was in the Jeep, [G] sunk in the seat Tented with heat, beats bumpin'
[Gm] Across the street, you was wildin' [Dm] Talkin' bout how you ran to [C] Allen in 89
Layin' up, playin' in your yard with [Gm] crazy shine I copped your [Dm] baby, now that nigga's gravy [Cm] pine
Plank, what was he [G] thinking on my corner when it's [Gm] baby time?
Dug him, you [Dm] owe me cousin something, told me [C] plug him
Sold him, felt my leg burn, then it [Gm] got numb Spun around and [Dm] shot one, heard shots and [Cm] drops
Uncaught a hot one, [C] somebody take this biscuit [Gm] before the cops come
Then they [Dm] came asking me my name, [Cm] what the fuck?
I got stitched up and went through, left the [Gm] hospital that same night
What?
[Dm] Got my gat back, [Cm] time to backtrack I had the [C] drop, so how the fuck I get good?
[Gm] Black was in the Jeep [Dm] watchin', only seen [C] Speedfly with some brown Datsun
And yo, nobody in my [Gm] hood got one That clown [Dm] nigga's throat blazin' at his [Cm] fruit daily
The bridge [C] touch me up, it's barely hittin' [Gm] So when I rhyme, it's [Dm] sincerely yours
We lightin' [C] L's, sippin' Coors On all floors, the project [Gm] hoes
Contemplatin' war, [Dm] niggas I was cool with [Cm] before We used to score [C] together, uptown coppin' [Gm] the core
But uh, a thug [Dm] changes, love [Cm] changes And best friends become strangers [Gm] Word up
Y'all know my [F] C-Lo
[C] They ain't a army that can strike back
[Gm] Y'all know my [Dm] C-Lo
[Cm] They ain't a army that can strike back
[Gm] Y'all know my [F] C-Lo
[C] They ain't a [D] army that can strike [Gm] back
Y'all know my [Dm] C-Lo
[Cm] They ain't a army that can strike [Gm] back
[Dm] Yo, to them [C] thug niggas gettin' it on [D] in the world, you know
[Gm] To them niggas that's locked [Dm] down, doin' they [C] thing, survivin', you know what I'm sayin'?
To my [Gm] fellow niggas, [Dm] New York and worldwide, [Cm] yo
To the [G] Queensbridge militia, [Gm] 9-6 shit
[Dm] [Cm] The front clip, Illmatic [Gm] nigga, it was [Dm] written [C] though
It's been a long time [Gm] comin', y'all fake [Dm] niggas tryin' to copy
[Cm] Better come with the real though
[Gm] Fake ass [Dm] niggas, yo
[C] Bringin' shit, man, live,
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Let's start jamming Nas - The Message chords, Practice these chords sequence - Cm, Gm, Dm, C, Gm, D and C. Start with a comfortable 44 BPM and as you become proficient, aim for the song's BPM of 89. For a balanced pitch, adjust the capo with respect to your voice and the song's key: G Minor.

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_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Gm] Fake love, no [Dm] love, you get the slug [C] CB4, gut slow, your luck low
I didn't know till I was [Gm] drunk though You freak niggas, [Dm] played out, get fucked and [C] ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gays [Gm] out 96 ways it's [Dm] made out
Montana [Cm] way, the good F-E-L-L [C]-A Verbal AK [Gm] spray, dip the taxi
[Dm] Jump out the range, empty [C] out the ashtray Glasses A, make you mad, Cassius [Gm] Clay
Red dot plots, [Dm] murder schemes, 32 [C] shotguns Regulate with my thugs, 17 rights [Gm] claimed for one ring
Don't [Dm] let me let y'all niggas know [C] one thing There's one life, one [Gm] love, so there can only be one king
The highlights are living, [Dm] Vegas style, Roll [C] Dice and Lennon
And Terra spending on Millenniums [Gm] 20G bets, I'm winning them, [Dm] threats, I'm sending them
[C] Lex with TV sets, the minimum Ill sex, [Gm] adrenaline, party with villains
[Dm] A case of Demi, second [C] taste of Henny, wet and he quick
[G] With the semi-tech, who [Gm] want it?
Diamonds up, floating
[Dm] Chicken heads, flock, I [Cm] lace them Fried broil with basil, taste them
Cracked [Gm] legs, way out of formation [Dm] It's horizontal, how I [C] have them
Fucker me in the Benz wagon Can it [Gm] be vanity from last [Dm] wagon?
Grab your gun, it's [C] on though, shit is frightening Real niggas bucking [Gm] broad daylight
With the [Dm] broke Mack, it won't spray [C] wet Don't give a fuck if they hit, as long as the [Gm] drama's lit
Yo, [Dm] overnight thugs, fuck em, they ain't [C] promising Hungry ass hooligans, stay on that [Gm] piranha shit
_ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _
[Gm] I ain't _ [F] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [D] _ _
[Gm] the [F] type _ [C] of [D] brother, maybe you can call me [Gm] something else
I beat you [Dm] frontin', I was in the Jeep, [G] sunk in the seat Tented with heat, beats bumpin'
[Gm] Across the street, you was wildin' [Dm] Talkin' bout how you ran to [C] Allen in 89
Layin' up, playin' in your yard with [Gm] crazy shine I copped your [Dm] baby, now that nigga's gravy [Cm] pine
Plank, what was he [G] thinking on my corner when it's [Gm] baby time?
Dug him, you [Dm] owe me cousin something, told me [C] plug him
Sold him, felt my leg burn, then it [Gm] got numb Spun around and [Dm] shot one, heard shots and [Cm] drops
Uncaught a hot one, [C] somebody take this biscuit [Gm] before the cops come
Then they [Dm] came asking me my name, [Cm] what the fuck?
I got stitched up and went through, left the [Gm] hospital that same night
What?
[Dm] Got my gat back, [Cm] time to backtrack I had the [C] drop, so how the fuck I get good?
[Gm] Black was in the Jeep [Dm] watchin', only seen [C] Speedfly with some brown Datsun
And yo, nobody in my [Gm] hood got one That clown [Dm] nigga's throat blazin' at his [Cm] fruit daily
The bridge [C] touch me up, it's barely hittin' [Gm] So when I rhyme, it's [Dm] sincerely yours
We lightin' [C] L's, sippin' Coors On all floors, the project [Gm] hoes
Contemplatin' war, [Dm] niggas I was cool with [Cm] before We used to score [C] together, uptown coppin' [Gm] the core
But uh, a thug [Dm] changes, love [Cm] changes And best friends become strangers [Gm] Word up
Y'all know my [F] C-Lo
[C] They ain't a army that can strike back
[Gm] Y'all know my [Dm] C-Lo
[Cm] They ain't a army that can strike back
[Gm] Y'all know my [F] C-Lo
_ [C] They ain't a [D] army that can strike [Gm] back
Y'all know my [Dm] C-Lo
_ [Cm] They ain't a army that can strike [Gm] back
[Dm] Yo, to them [C] thug niggas gettin' it on [D] in the world, you know
[Gm] To them niggas that's locked [Dm] down, doin' they [C] thing, survivin', you know what I'm sayin'?
To my [Gm] fellow niggas, [Dm] New York and worldwide, [Cm] yo
To the [G] Queensbridge militia, [Gm] 9-6 shit
[Dm] _ [Cm] The front clip, Illmatic [Gm] nigga, it was [Dm] written [C] though
It's been a long time [Gm] comin', y'all fake [Dm] niggas tryin' to copy
[Cm] Better come with the real though _
[Gm] Fake ass [Dm] niggas, yo
[C] _ Bringin' shit, man, live,

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