Yeah I agree I didnt really look at it that way, it does make me wonder still. I guess there can never be the what if's and history changing happenings in real life but it's interesting to ponder for a minute.
Yeah I offered Nas not to compare the two as MCs, but simply as a comparison of their two situations two albums deep: Nas has made so many terd songs over the years. Shit he's made whole albums that I never really listen to any more. However, if he had died after "It Was Written" and ten years later someone tried to tell me that he eventually would've started putting out sub-par material, I woulda said you were crazy.
I just wonder if Biggie woulda fallen victim eventually....
The first time I ever saw Biggie was at Lyricist Lounge in whatever year. Party and Bullshit had just come out. He was hosting LL. He performed the song. When "and a fucking fight broke out" came on, these little scrappers (literally like 10 5-footers) started swinging on each other, and then "can't we just all get along" dropped and they all started jumping in the air. A ridiculous performance...the crowd got tense when the fight started and then lost their minds when the music came back.
I also remember seeing big in foot locker on bway off of Astor Place. Just shopping. All regular.
My man called me up when he died. Wipe the cold out my eye, see who's this calling me...and why. Totally devestating. 10 years...damn.
The first time I ever saw Biggie was at Lyricist Lounge in whatever year. Party and Bullshit had just come out. He was hosting LL. He performed the song. When "and a fucking fight broke out" came on, these little scrappers (literally like 10 5-footers) started swinging on each other, and then "can't we just all get along" dropped and they all started jumping in the air. A ridiculous performance...the crowd got tense when the fight started and then lost their minds when the music came back.
I also remember seeing big in foot locker on bway off of Astor Place. Just shopping. All regular.
My man called me up when he died. Wipe the cold out my eye, see who's this calling me...and why. Totally devestating. 10 years...damn.
^I have a video tape of that night.
p.s. Anyone remember when Getting Money remix came out. Wasn't on any album.. They used to KILL it with that on the radio, parites, clubs..
that's when i really remember BIG just setting parties off.. in between albums with junior mafia.. players anthem, get money, getting money remix..
I initially didn't like Biggie when he first came out, cuz a lotta his shit I heard was veryyyyyyyyyyyyyy materialistic/designer name focused. After awhile, and a thorough listen of Ready To Die, I was swayed. Dude was great. RIP.
Yeah I agree I didnt really look at it that way, it does make me wonder still. I guess there can never be the what if's and history changing happenings in real life but it's interesting to ponder for a minute.
Yeah I offered Nas not to compare the two as MCs, but simply as a comparison of their two situations two albums deep: Nas has made so many terd songs over the years. Shit he's made whole albums that I never really listen to any more. However, if he had died after "It Was Written" and ten years later someone tried to tell me that he eventually would've started putting out sub-par material, I woulda said you were crazy.
I just wonder if Biggie woulda fallen victim eventually....
I think a lot of people wonder about this. Imagine the rap landscape with Tupac and Biggie still alive?
Would 50 Cent even have a career? (We know Ja Rule wouldn't have). Would Jay-Z still be doing HP ads?
Millions of what-ifs.
Would Big have fallen off? I think the better question is how Puffy would have managed Biggie's career into the '00s...or if Big would have even stayed with Bad Boy after a certain point. Personally, I don't have a hard time imagining Biggie running into problems trying to evolve with the times for the same reason I think maybe he could have beat the odds: two albums just is a tough thing to evaluate any artist on. What if Robert Johnson had lived 50 more years...would he still be considered this mythical bluesman?
Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from the ob-solete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking the concrete Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school new school need to learn though I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo Peel more skins than Idaho potato Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules Everything Around Me, two glock nines Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I'm, Crooklyn's finest You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
I seen the light excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up One false move, get swiss cheesed up Clip to Tec, respect I demand it Slip and break the, 11th Commandment Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm You'll die slow but calm Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Puff Daddy flips daily I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings And my cock, in the fire position and...
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-up Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches Cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus
I always dug his verse on the Dolly My Baby Remix!
I love it when you call me Big Poppa The show stoppa, the rhyme droppa Supercat pass the glock, uh, I see you shivering Check the flavor Biggie Smalls is delivering Lyrical lyrics that's blowing lyrics out my larynx Chubby competitor, quick to kick a chump in the chest Yes, it's Bad Boy, (Right) hard to the core Lord!, Me can't take it no more Out
I listened to a bunch on Biggie today, fuckin' AMAZING!
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2 Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head The stress is buildin' up, I can't, I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please) You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on I reach my peak, I can't speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin', matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.[/b]
damn his daughter must be like 15 years old now...
shit is sad
She was interviewed last night on Hot 97 on Cee's show. She's 13 and lives in Pennsylvania in a countryish rural area. She said she doesn't really remember her dad, but is told that she is exactly like him in how she's always joking around and sarcastic with people. It was cool to hear. Cee said he was going to have her on again later for more questions, but I missed that part.
I remember I was driving to work and heard the news, right after I stopped at a dunkin donuts for coffee. I called my friends who were still up from the night before and one of them started crying.
Anyone in NY get to see the funeral procession through Brooklyn?
that footage of his funeral when the whole block looks fit to explode as they blast 'hypnotize,' is some of my favorite video footage of any subject ever shot. it NEVER fails to send chills down my spine.
i can't believe it has been this long. as for a song, nothing will top, 'the what,' for me. funny, original, and hardasfuck.
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Yeah I offered Nas not to compare the two as MCs, but simply as a comparison of their two situations two albums deep: Nas has made so many terd songs over the years. Shit he's made whole albums that I never really listen to any more. However, if he had died after "It Was Written" and ten years later someone tried to tell me that he eventually would've started putting out sub-par material, I woulda said you were crazy.
I just wonder if Biggie woulda fallen victim eventually....
I also remember seeing big in foot locker on bway off of Astor Place. Just shopping. All regular.
My man called me up when he died. Wipe the cold out my eye, see who's this calling me...and why. Totally devestating. 10 years...damn.
^I have a video tape of that night.
p.s. Anyone remember when Getting Money remix came out. Wasn't on any album.. They used to KILL it with that on the radio, parites, clubs..
that's when i really remember BIG just setting parties off.. in between albums with junior mafia.. players anthem, get money, getting money remix..
is Brooklyn is the house?... WITHOUT A DOUBT!
I think a lot of people wonder about this. Imagine the rap landscape with Tupac and Biggie still alive?
Would 50 Cent even have a career? (We know Ja Rule wouldn't have). Would Jay-Z still be doing HP ads?
Millions of what-ifs.
Would Big have fallen off? I think the better question is how Puffy would have managed Biggie's career into the '00s...or if Big would have even stayed with Bad Boy after a certain point. Personally, I don't have a hard time imagining Biggie running into problems trying to evolve with the times for the same reason I think maybe he could have beat the odds: two albums just is a tough thing to evaluate any artist on. What if Robert Johnson had lived 50 more years...would he still be considered this mythical bluesman?
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and...
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus
fuck! I love that shit
damn his daughter must be like 15 years old now...
shit is sad
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
The show stoppa, the rhyme droppa
Supercat pass the glock, uh, I see you shivering
Check the flavor Biggie Smalls is delivering
Lyrical lyrics that's blowing lyrics out my larynx
Chubby competitor, quick to kick a chump in the chest
Yes, it's Bad Boy, (Right) hard to the core
Lord!, Me can't take it no more
Out
I listened to a bunch on Biggie today, fuckin' AMAZING!
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.[/b]
She was interviewed last night on Hot 97 on Cee's show. She's 13 and lives in Pennsylvania in a countryish rural area. She said she doesn't really remember her dad, but is told that she is exactly like him in how she's always joking around and sarcastic with people. It was cool to hear. Cee said he was going to have her on again later for more questions, but I missed that part.
I remember I was driving to work and heard the news, right after I stopped at a dunkin donuts for coffee. I called my friends who were still up from the night before and one of them started crying.
Anyone in NY get to see the funeral procession through Brooklyn?
i can't believe it has been this long. as for a song, nothing will top, 'the what,' for me. funny, original, and hardasfuck.
r.i.p.