[intro 1: the notorious b.i.g. (dude)]
(yo bigs man, what’s wrong man? you look like you got problems, man!)
it’s this f*ckin’ b*tch man!
sh*t i know i ain’t ‘sposed to have no feelings for these hoes out here man, but…
this b*tch on the back of my mind man! (word?)
done wrote a rhyme ’bout the b*tch man! (let me hear it!)
want me to drop the drama kid? (yeah!) [beat starts]
yeah, dedicatin this to you man
cause my man 50 gran’ told me straight up and down man
i ain’t ‘sposed to love no ho!
i tried to tell her 50!
i got three rules in life!
i’m not to be played with… played on or played out!
i’m a drop it like dis!
lyin’ in my bed. – i’m lookin’ at four walls
echo in my head sayin i got a lot of gall.
grippin my cap, my pen in my teeth
thinkin’ what this ho said, she called me a: “thief”!
she said i stole her heart. – and didn’t leave a trace
i told her i was sorry and she said get out my face.
walked out my door with my walkman in my pocket
playin’ +love is a house+! -aand thinkin’ how she jocked it.
when she had the key – to open up my door
adore – that prince scam that got me on the floor.
i know that she loved me, i couldn’t ever fake it,
i say: “go buy a pie! ” – the girl would go bake it.
makin’ a record was important to me
more important than her that’s what made her flee, see?
the mistake was not payin’ no mind
all her posse said we was two of a kind.
i call her back twice. – your sister said you’re broke
she said: “when you left, your ears was full of smoke! ”
chokin’ on a cigarette you don’t even smoke
jumped in the train station put in a token.
coulda been my partner, my amigo my peer,
just waitin for them three words that all girls wanna hear.
“i love you! ” huh! – you would start to cry if
i would reply with i-l-y!
then i tell your friends – that you played me out
said i wouldn’t say: “i love you! ” just to make you shout!
so i, call up 7 digits that would pick up your phone,
your sister picked it up and said that you wasn’t home.
i heard you in the back cryin’ up a storm
screamin how you wish that i never was born.
“i hate him! i hate him! ” that’s what she kept sayin’
she’ll come to her senses is what i kept prayin’.
but now i’m gonna lay the cards on the line,
just say that you hate me! – or say that you’re mine!
i said: “when i played ball you was in the stands!
when i was sick, you held my hand!
it was hard to say before, but now i can
b*tch i love no ho! – f*ck ya! ”
i don’t give a f*ck about’cha
take a long walk off a short peer b*tch!
try to take bankrolls…
bum b*tches outta here 50, man!
now check it!
come to my crib she say: “b.i.g. listen!
i don’t like the way you been dissin’!
feel like i been kissin other b*tches cause my lips feel chapped
i tell you it’s on the blunts, you ain’t tryna hear that! ”
now i’m henny’d like a f*ck? – what’s the riff?
who i’m sleepin with? – i ain’t got the time to shoot the gift
to hoes, i’m tryin to take bankroll.
i ain’t f*ckin’ n*body. – case closed!
you hit the lights and decide to doze off,
no kiss goodnight, didn’t take your clothes off.
and my d*ck is harder than a rock,
n*body to c*ckblock but you’s a hardrock!
the f*ck you think i am, gay?
i ain’t got no time to play i ain’t got nuttin’ to say.
bounce out the crib! – just to see my man, 50
and what’s up with b.i.g.
and the o.g.b.! – you know they keep plenty hookers!
and i ain’t a bad looker.
so i see one ho that i like yeah, oooh!
sh*t is cool! (dude: trust no hoes! – all they want is bankroll!)
that’s what i’m tryna tell you now, baby! [beat fades out]
my man 50 done schooled me to all y’all hookers, knahmsayin?
i ain’t lame to this!
can’t spell game without me, the b.i.g.!