The Set Up Lyrics

[Produced by Havoc]

[Intro: Nas & (Havoc)]
Uhh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (No doubt)
To '96
('96, motherfucker)
Check this shit
('96, Escobar 600)
Check this shit!

[Verse 1: Nas]
My mind set, son got wet, I'm vexed really
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
I feel it, he should've been dealt wit' it

Them niggas sour, they put too much flour in they coke
And got the nerve to wonder why they broke!
While we was gleamin', niggas was schemin', seen the ill Bimmers beamin'
Triple-beam and doublin' cream had 'em fiendin'
To get they fingers on a dose-ah
, I called Sosa
"Sosa, these niggas hit the God, bring the toaster
Meet me in the 'Bridge, I'm 'bout to go loca"

Left my rat beggin' me to stay and stroke her
He came through wit' two fly bitches (Uh)
Venus and Vicious wit' two MAC's inside the Volvo

What up, god? I'm still sober
I need some Henn' to bend me over

My nigga Hav' got a soldier, it's gettin' down, it's goin' down, kid (I got this, I got this)
I heard he might not live, I'm holdin' back tears

Told these broads to put it in gear
Wit' two females that don't smile, diggin' they style
Yo, what up, son? These niggas done started somethin' wild (What up?)
You know the clique well
Ramel with the gold in his grill tried to get a name holdin' the steel

I paid attention to the females, maintained bitches when it get real
Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal
He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots and reload and still handle the wheel
Point 'em out, smoke a Phill' then chill
I laid back — Escobar status, knowin' The Firm got it cornered
We on it, shit we was born wit'

[Chorus: Havoc]
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up!
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
We finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up!

[Verse 2: Nas]
"Hold it right there, pull over!" That nigga right there inside the Rover
I knew he'd be right here, I told ya
Let's get him now, look at him smile, Ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders
He's stuntin' after he left my man like that
Without a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back!
He never seen us, Sos' gave the MAC to Venus and Vicious
Lookin' delicious, handle yo' bidness
And step to him, shake your ass, try to screw him
Do what ya gotta do to get to him

A tight Parasuco with young faces
Can turn niggas Buttafuoco of all ages
(Yeah)
They was amused by the way they walked, way they talked
Only if they knew these girls had sprayed New York
If they've had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you?"
He jumped out the Jeep, heard her tell him, "Don't grab, boo!"
They started chattin', was only 'bout a minute flat when
They jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin'
We followed 'em, pollyin', he thought the hoes were Somalian
Probably when they hit the Holiday Inn

I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and 'em
We laid low about a hour or so, these bitches movin' too slow
We both holdin', what if them wild hoes started foldin'?
Sosa said, "Say no more", we started rollin'
Before we got in, they must've shot him, security wildin'
There the girls go, hurry up, we out in
The 940, me, Sosa and two shorties
The punk niggas got murdered in the orgy!

[Chorus: Havoc & Foxy Brown]
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
We finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up

[Outro: Foxy Brown]
Q.B.C., Queensbridge, motherfucker
Ropin' niggas up, 'cause our clique is thick
Another day, another dollar
More money, more murder

Fuck this shit! Q.B. up in the house

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Genius Annotation

“The Set Up” depicts a narrative of Nas' quest for revenge after his friend is murdered. Not a single or song that was created for the radio especially with Havoc laying the instrumental. But this song along with “The Message” and “Street Dreams” seem to be songs Tupac attacked him for for fabricating stories and copying his life (in addition to working with Stretch and Dr. Dre).

Nas told Complex:

I must admit, I said something stupid on that record. I was high and I changed words around and I said a word on there that didn’t make sense. I didn’t realize it until the album was mastered. But I won’t put a spotlight on it, I’m not going to tell you what it was. The word makes sense but it didn’t make sense on what I said I was doing. and I meant to say a different word and I overthought it, I was thinking too much.

Nas' flub is most likely on the second verse when he points out that Rhamel is in a Range Rover, but then contradictorily says later that he jumps out of a Jeep.

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What did Nas say about "The Set Up"?
Genius Answer

Nas had this to say to Complex:

Nas: I love Havoc’s tracks & wanted to work with him by any means. I wound up with 2 from him. I was trying to work fast, because I was trying to get so much done with him but he had his own projects to work on.

I wrote that up & was looking for more from him but we only got 1 more, “Live Nigga Rap.”

I must admit, I said something stupid on that record. I was high & changed words around & I said a word that didn’t make sense. I didn’t realize it until the album was mastered. But I won’t put a spotlight on it—I’m not going to tell you what it was. The word makes sense but it didn’t make sense on what I said I was doing. I overthought it.

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The Hit Factory (New York City)
Released on
July 2, 1996
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