[Verse 1: Nas] Yo, would it be paradise life? Relaxin', black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon Armani Exchange, deranged Cash, lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in the iller path The villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime s**es and Benz stretches So many years of depression make me vision The better-livin' type of place to raise kids in Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the gold child Seein' things like I was controllin', click rollin Tricking six digits on kicks and still holdin' Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage Give me one shot, I turn trife life to lavish Political prisoner set free, stress-free No work release, purple M3s and jet skis Feel the wind breeze in West Indies I make Coretta Scott King mayor the cities And reverse fiends to Willies It sound foul, but every girl I meet'd go downtown I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa [Hook] If I ruled the world, imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls Could it be? If you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still living for today in these last days and times