Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
Alicia Keys
Vocals
The Moments
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Angela Hunte
Songwriter
Bert Keyes
Songwriter
Alicia Augello-Cook
Songwriter
Sylvia Robinson
Songwriter
Alexander Shuckburgh
Songwriter
Janent Sewell-Ulepic
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angela Hunte
Co-Producer
Ann Mincieli
Vocal Recording Engineer
Janent Sewell-Ulepic
Co-Producer
Al Shux
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem
All of my Dominicanos right there up on Broadway (Dímelo!)
Brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but B.K. is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say "What up" to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
****, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from, from, aye
[Chorus]
In New York (Uh-huh)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Yeah)
There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah)
Now you're in New York (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (Come on)
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York (You welcome, OG, I made you hot, ****)
[Verse 2]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of **** walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo, three-card monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (Come on, come on)
Long live the King, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's, aye (Come on)
[Chorus]
In New York (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good)
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new (Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York (Uh, yeah, uh)
[Verse 3]
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion (Come on, come on)
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien (Come on)
[Chorus]
In New York (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York (Uh, yeah, uh)
[Bridge]
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say, "Yeah, yeah (Come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah" (Come on)
[Chorus]
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York (Uh, yeah, uh)
Written by: Alexander Shuckburgh, Alicia Keys, Angela Hunte, Bert Keyes, J. Sewell-Ulepic, Shawn Carter, Sylvia Robinson