Ready To Die lyrics

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit

Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle

[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser

[Intro]
No...
Fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes, all my niggas know
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, Gucci Don, you know how we play
Fuckin skanless-ass bitches; you know how it go Boots
I meet a bitch, fuck a bitch
next thing you know you fuckin the bitch
You just pass it around and shit, pass the shit like a cold and shit Fuck 'em

[Verse 1]
Now when I'm fuckin off gin I'm invincible

(Jodeci song playing in the background, sound of head board banging
against the wall, and Biggie grunting)

Woman moaning, uh, yeah, uh, oooh, oh yeah, mmm, yeah
Oh fuck me you black mothafucka, oooohh yeah!!! MMMMMM, Aaahhh
Oh fuck me you black Kentucky Fried Chicken eatin'
Ohhh, ooohhh, yeah
You mothafuckin' gangsta killin', mutha fuckin black mafia ass
Muthafuckin, you, ohhhhh my god

Yeah
Motherfuckers better know... huh, huh
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls, huh... yeah
(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

[Notorious B.I.G.]
My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight

Intro:
(fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.
Yeah this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin' to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of, when they called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter
and all the niggaz in the struggle you know what I'm sayin'?

Verse One:

So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
that you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical

[Puff Daddy]
Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yo
Yo would you kill for me?
[Girl]
Hmmm... yeah
[Puff Daddy]
What took you so long to answer motherf*cker?
[Girl]
I don't know
[Puff Daddy]
The f*ck wrong with you b*tch?

Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.

When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick
You look so good huh, I suck on your daddy's d*ck (yeah)
I never felt that way in my life

*Sound of phone hanging up
Biggie's daughter:
All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick.
Like that Mommy?

(Answering machine beep in between each message and the beat to "One
More Chance in the background.)

Message 1:
Hi daddy, how you doin', this is Tyiest, I was thinkin' about you last
night, mmm, you actin' like you can't call me no more cause you busy and

Yeah...
Yeah...
(You ready motherfucker?)
(We gon' kill your ass)

As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material for the imperial
mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch

[Puff Daddy]
Push
C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
*baby cries*
C'mon push baby, one more time
*baby cries*
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
YEAH! YEAHHHH!
You did it baby, yeah!

*Curtis Mayfield's "Super Fly" plays over this*

*Sugarhill Gang's "Rappers Delight" fades in*

Verse 1
~~~~~~~

Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh

(RING, RING)

(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?
Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)

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

Verse One: Notorious, Meth

I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and

Verse One:

Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me

Intro:

Biggie Smalls is the illest, What? Uh
Biggie (Siggie Siggie) Smalls is the illest
Biggie Smalls
Biggie (Siggie Siggie) Smalls
Biggie (Siggie Siggie) Smalls is the illest, yeah
Biggie (Siggie Siggie) Smalls is the illest

Verse 1:

Live from bedford stuyvesant, the livest one,
Representin B-K to the fullest, gats I pull it,
Bastards duckin, when big be buckin,

{*sound of a pager going off*}

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at 5:46
in the mornin, crack of dawn an' {*dialing phone*}
now I'm yawnin - wipe the cold out my eye {*ring*}
To see who's this pagin me - and why
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor

Intro: Puff Daddy

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers 2X

As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers

BIG Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up
Uh what?
Turn it up louder
Yea uh

As we proceed to give you

Bombs I be dropping
the bottles of wine is what Im popping
Im doing this til I d i e aint stopping
fucking hoes
sitting on 24s

[Puff Daddy]
Push
C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
[baby cries]
C'mon push baby, one more time
[baby cries]
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
YEAH! YEAHHHH!
You did it baby, yeah!

[Curtis Mayfield's "Super Fly" plays over this]