Official Music Video
A Week Ago by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Uh-huh
That's right
It was all good just a week ago
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Last week I had everything
Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had the money had the cars, the bitches
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
And the jewelry
And then my motherfucking niggas started snitching
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo, yo
Bitch!
Growing up in the hood, just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for all to see
Problems; I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P
Let him unlock doors off my keys
Yeah, we spoke, much more than cordially
Man, he broke bread with me, my business spread swiftly
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly
Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name
I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talking reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn, dog! What, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home."
I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
Them crackers up there bleaching your dome, you're reaching
I said, "The world don't stop, I got to keep keep on."
From there I sensed the beef was on
I ran to the spy store to add some more features on my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe, 'cause niggas is two-faced
And they show the other side, when they catch a new case
It's on
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago
Funny what seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names
It was all good just a week ago
Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar, now you crying for bail
Seventeen and I'm holding on to around a mill'
I could bail out, blow trial and come around on appeal
Had niggas thinking I was from uptown for real
I had so much hustle, plus I was down to ill
Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight to round 30
Freezing on them corners, still holding my crack
Looking up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?
Came from flat broke to letting the dough stack
You tell them Feds I said, "I'm never going back"
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago
Funny what seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names
It was all good just a week ago
The lawyer I retained you said you leaking some things
All this after a week in the bing
I'm mad at myself, 'cause I didn't spot the weakling
I would've bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing
Nigga, this was the oath, to the top or broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We supposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry (that's right)
The same game that make you math could make you die
(That's life) It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who would've thought you'd get popped one time and rat?
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up, like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail, nigga, just minus the bars
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago
Funny what seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names
It was all good just a week ago
Shit is crazy man
All these niggas out here snitching
We was one step away from taking this crack money
And recycling it through the ghettos
And building back up our own hoods
Now all you niggas start snitching on each other
I got partners doing 15-20
Wouldn'ta been doing shit
If you didn't snitch, bitch!
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good, shut your mouth
Just watch the game
And don't snitch
We'd sure go a lot whole further
Believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house mane
You know I got it
Got it going on
We got the money
Ain't got nothing to do with crime baby
But I'm recognizing
You rat bastard!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of A Week Ago by JAY-Z
A Week Ago* (original JAY-Z)
Uh-huh
That's right
It was all good just a week ago
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Last week I had everything
Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had the money had the cars, the bitches
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
And the jewelry
And then my motherfucking niggas started snitching
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo, yo
Bitch!
Growing up in the hood, just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for all to see
Problems; I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P
Let him unlock doors off my keys
Yeah, we spoke, much more than cordially
Man, he broke bread with me, my business spread swiftly
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly
Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name
I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talking reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn, dog! What, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home."
I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
Them crackers up there bleaching your dome, you're reaching
I said, "The world don't stop, I got to keep keep on."
From there I sensed the beef was on
I ran to the spy store to add some more features on my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe, 'cause niggas is two-faced
And they show the other side, when they catch a new case
It's on
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago
Funny what seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names
It was all good just a week ago
Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar, now you crying for bail
Seventeen and I'm holding on to around a mill'
I could bail out, blow trial and come around on appeal
Had niggas thinking I was from uptown for real
I had so much hustle, plus I was down to ill
Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight to round 30
Freezing on them corners, still holding my crack
Looking up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?
Came from flat broke to letting the dough stack
You tell them Feds I said, "I'm never going back"
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago
Funny what seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names
It was all good just a week ago
The lawyer I retained you said you leaking some things
All this after a week in the bing
I'm mad at myself, 'cause I didn't spot the weakling
I would've bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing
Nigga, this was the oath, to the top or broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We supposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry (that's right)
The same game that make you math could make you die
(That's life) It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who would've thought you'd get popped one time and rat?
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up, like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail, nigga, just minus the bars
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago
Funny what seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names
It was all good just a week ago
Shit is crazy man
All these niggas out here snitching
We was one step away from taking this crack money
And recycling it through the ghettos
And building back up our own hoods
Now all you niggas start snitching on each other
I got partners doing 15-20
Wouldn'ta been doing shit
If you didn't snitch, bitch!
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good, shut your mouth
Just watch the game
And don't snitch
We'd sure go a lot whole further
Believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house mane
You know I got it
Got it going on
We got the money
Ain't got nothing to do with crime baby
But I'm recognizing
You rat bastard!
A Week Ago (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Uh-huh
Así es
Todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
Uh-huh-uh, todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
La semana pasada lo tenía todo
Uh, uh-huh-uh, todo esto estaba bien hace solo una semana
Tenía el dinero, tenía los coches, las putas
Uh-huh, sí, todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
Y las joyas
Y entonces mis malditos niggas empezaron a delatar
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo, yo
¡Puta!
Creciendo en el barrio, solo mi perro y yo
Solíamos trapichear en el barrio para que todos vieran
Problemas; yo lo llamaba a él, él me llamaba a mí
No éramos del todo socios, le di de mi parte
Le dejé abrir puertas con mis llaves
Sí, hablamos, mucho más que cordialmente
Hombre, él compartió el pan conmigo, mi negocio se extendió rápidamente
Los Federales vinieron a por mí, ambos huimos rápidamente
No fue lo suficientemente rápido para saltar los setos conmigo
Lo atraparon, y ahí fue cuando nuestra relación se desvió
Solía llamarme desde la cárcel hasta que se quedó sin cambio
Y cuando llamó a cobro revertido y escuché su nombre
Acepté rápidamente, pero cuando cogí el teléfono
Habla imprudentemente, puedo sentir engaño en su tono
Dije, "¡Maldita sea, perro! ¿Qué, nueve semanas y estás en casa?"
Él dijo, "Amigo, crees que todo es dulce porque estás en casa."
Simplemente me senté, no solté más discurso por teléfono
Esos cabrones de arriba te están lavando el cerebro, estás exagerando
Dije, "El mundo no se detiene, tengo que seguir adelante."
Desde ahí sentí que el problema había empezado
Corrí a la tienda de espías para añadir más funciones a mi teléfono
Para ver si tenía bichos y sanguijuelas en mi teléfono
No se puede ser demasiado seguro, porque los niggas son de dos caras
Y muestran la otra cara, cuando les sale un nuevo caso
Está en marcha
Estaba bien cuando tenías mucha hierba para fumar
Y compraste una casa nueva donde podías tener a la gente
No veo cómo este lado tuyo pudo ser provocado
Uh-huh, uh-huh, todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
Es curioso lo que siete días pueden cambiar
Un nigga de pie, ahora te sientas para apuntar
Solías tener un agarre firme, ahora estás delatando nombres
Todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
Como si te hubiera puesto la pistola en la cabeza y te hubiera obligado a vender
Ambos entramos en este juego, ciegos como el infierno
Yo lo hice un poco mejor, tenía más clientela
Te dije que guardaras algo de pasta, ahora estás llorando por la fianza
Diecisiete y me aferro a alrededor de un millón
Podría salir bajo fianza, arruinar el juicio y volver en apelación
Hice que los niggas pensaran que era de uptown de verdad
Tenía tanto ajetreo, además estaba dispuesto a enfermar
Como un nigga de Brooklyn, directamente de Brownsville
Sucio y bajo, dispuesto a luchar hasta el asalto 30
Congelándome en esas esquinas, todavía con mi crack
Mirando de arriba abajo la cuadra, ¿dónde coño está la pasta?
Pasé de estar en la ruina a dejar que la pasta se acumulara
Diles a esos Federales que dije: "Nunca volveré"
Soy de Marcy, y Marcy no cría ratas
Conoces las consecuencias de tus actos, no puedes hablar en serio
Estaba bien cuando tenías mucha hierba para fumar
Y compraste una casa nueva donde podías tener a la gente
No veo cómo este lado tuyo pudo ser provocado
Uh-huh, uh-huh, todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
Es curioso lo que siete días pueden cambiar
Un nigga de pie, ahora te sientas para apuntar
Solías tener un agarre firme, ahora estás delatando nombres
Todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
El abogado que te retuve dijo que estabas filtrando cosas
Todo esto después de una semana en el calabozo
Estoy enfadado conmigo mismo, porque no detecté al debilucho
Habría apostado la casa a que no dirías nada
Nigga, este era el juramento, a la cima o en la ruina
Incluso nos pinchamos el dedo, cualquier cosa que se interpusiera entre nosotros
Se suponía que debíamos amartillar las ninas, ¿qué pasó con eso?
En cambio, te declaraste culpable de un delito menor
A la mierda, lo mismo que te hace reír te hace llorar (así es)
El mismo juego que te hace calcular podría hacerte morir
(Así es la vida) Es un juego de dados, y a veces la cagas
¿Quién hubiera pensado que te atraparían una vez y delatarías?
Ahora sabes que eso es malo cuando tu hermana está enfadada
Y tu hijo tiene que crecer, diciendo, "¿Este es mi papá?"
La etiqueta de soplón es una cicatriz de por vida
Siempre estarás en la cárcel, nigga, solo que sin los barrotes
Estaba bien cuando tenías mucha hierba para fumar
Y compraste una casa nueva donde podías tener a la gente
No veo cómo este lado tuyo pudo ser provocado
Uh-huh, uh-huh, todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
Es curioso lo que siete días pueden cambiar
Un nigga de pie, ahora te sientas para apuntar
Solías tener un agarre firme, ahora estás delatando nombres
Todo estaba bien hace solo una semana
La mierda está loca, hombre
Todos estos niggas por ahí delatando
Estábamos a un paso de coger este dinero del crack
Y reciclarlo a través de los guetos
Y reconstruir nuestros propios barrios
Ahora todos ustedes, niggas, empiezan a delatarse unos a otros
Tengo socios haciendo 15-20
No estarían haciendo nada
¡Si no hubieras soplado, puta!
Ya es hora de que revisen esa mierda, hombre
No todo está bien, cállate
Solo mira el juego
Y no delates
Seguro que llegaríamos mucho más lejos
Créelo, nena
Jay-Z, Short Dawg está en la casa, hombre
Sabes que lo tengo
Lo tengo en marcha
Tenemos el dinero
No tiene nada que ver con el crimen, nena
Pero estoy reconociendo
¡Bastardo rata!
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