[Intro: Nas]
(Ah, ah, ah)
Yeah, brand new
Okay, yeah (Come on)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Back in black, I hit the sack
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose (From where?), from the noose
That's kept me hanging about truth
Lookin' at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die
I've got nine lives, cat's eyes
Usin' every one of them, running wild

[Chorus: Robyn Troup, Nas]
'Cause I'm back
(I'm back, y'all)
Yes I'm back
(That's right, I'm back)
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
(Yeah, that's right)
Well, I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'm back in black
(We back in black)
Yes, I'm back in black
[Interlude: Nas]
Carlos, Nas, yeah
We got a dope beat

[Verse 2: Nas]
Back in the back of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang, I'm with a gang
They gotta catch me if they want me to hang
'Cause I'm back on the track, beat in the back
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now, just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck
Just get out of my way

[Chorus: Robyn Troup, Nas]
'Cause I'm back
(Yeah, yeah, get out of my way)
Yes, I'm back
(Uh, let 'em know)
Well, I'm back
(Carlos Santana)
Yes, I'm back
(Got Nas on the grammar, uh)
Well, I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'm back in black
(We back in black)
Yes, I'm back in black
[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Robyn Troup, Nas]
'Cause I'm back
(We back, y'all)
Yes, I'm back
(We back)
Well, I'm back
(Say what?)
Yes, I'm back
(Yeah, that's right)
Well, I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Haha, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(What are we?)
Well, I'm back in black
(We back in black)
Yes, I'm back in black, oh

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Robyn Troup, Nas]
'Cause I'm back
(Back like I never left)
Yes, I'm back
(That's right, y'all)
Well, I'm back
(I'm back)
Yes, I'm back
(That's right, tell 'em)
Well, I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We are)
Well, I'm back in black
(I'm back in black)
Yes, I'm back in black
[Verse 3: Nas]
I can't sit here and say nobody felt me turn
Ghetto wealthy, earned every cent by myself
See, that type of talk is bad, like a spoiled brat
I'm making royal cash, making all you mad
Give it all I have, still it take too much
Ungrateful stuff, it's just too bad
And I'm just too real, just too authentic
I'm just too raw, too rhythmic
Carlos on guitar, relentless
Makes me visualize the clubs when they spin this
So that's who I'ma ride wit', in any conflict
That's not a threat, that's a promise

[Outro: Nas, Robyn Troup]
Yeah, we back, y'all (Yeah)
We back, y'all (Yeah)
Yeah, we back, y'all
Nas, Carlos Santana