Notorious Page #3

Here. Let me take that.

Give me that.

- T'yanna, say hello to your daddy.

- Let me see.

Come on.

Here.

No, no, no, no. Like this.

Hmm.

What's wrong, Ma?

She ain't that ugly.

Chris!

Mmm.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Chris?

You be a great father.

No doubt. No doubt, Ma.

Yo, what's up?

Hey. Look who's back, man.

Oh, shoot! Yo, it's Chris, man.

What's up, Chris?

- What you doing down here, man?

- I'm chilling. I'm chilling.

Holding niggas down in here, man.

- You know he a pop now, right?

- Word! Are you a pop?

- Yeah.

- Yo, what you got, a boy or girl?

- Little girl.

- Wow. Thank God she look like her mother.

- You know Mister Cee right here.

- What's up, dog? How are you?

Hey, yo, Big. I hope you remember

how to smoke one of these.

It's what I do, man.

Keep this out your hand.

That's for grown folks, man.

- Give me that sh*t.

- Hey, yo. Now that you out, what you gonna do?

Having a daughter

made me want to be a different kind of cat.

Got a little shorty I gotta support,

you know what I'm saying?

But not being able to

support her felt like a whole other kind of jail.

- Me and D Roc gonna hold it down like we always did.

- Hell, yeah.

Come on.

Come on. One, two. Yeah.

The microphone murderer

mass mayhem maker

B.I.G. Is on the mike

Call the undertaker

Make an appointment

and schedule an interview

Because you know

what big man's about to do

50 Grandon the Technic

with the right beat

- Brothers wanna hear the words

- Hold up, hold up.

What'd you say at the beginning

of your rhyme? B.I.G.?

- Biggie Smalls.

- Biggie Smalls, huh?

- Let's do it a gain, nigga.

- Hey, yo, son. Your sh*t got nice.

- For real.

- But, yo, if you gonna...

put it down like that,

we gotta record this sh*t.

- Nigga, don't be gassing me up.

- I'm just saying.

I know motherfuckers

who know motherfuckers.

- Then pop a tape in, nigga.

- All right, yo.

Let's do this. Let's take it

from the top, Biggie Smalls.

A whole lot of niggas

want Big to do a demo tape

Yo, 50, what's this

Uh, the microphone murderer

mass mayhem maker

B.I.G. 's on the mike

Call the undertaker

Make an appointment

and schedule an interview

Because you know

what big man's about to do

50 Grand on the Technics

with the right beat

Brothers wanna hear the word

the big man speak

The microphone a-ripping

The burner got the clip in

Slamming MC's

like Scottie Pippen

Sipping on old gold cold

'cause the rhymes were sold

Puffing on dime bags

and l've been told

My words are harder than a brick

Chinese arithmetic

A thick stick in my dick

- Makes me sick when you pick

- That's it, right there.

Your weak rap rhymes, G I'm kicking and pumping

It's tic-tac time, see

The B.I.G. Moves swifter

than a ninja

Even on stickups

I'm the masked avenger

Keep my eyes open

and the case is closed

No eye witnesses

No names are exposed

It's the heavy set one with the big gun

and the sweet tongue, taking down everyone

Coop like Michael Jackson

Kicks like Bo Jackson

F*** like Freddy Jackson

No need for action

My crew, ooh

No fronting, no faking moves

Hot into f***ing

and even when we stick a move

He got sex appeal like LL?

Yeah, a little bigger than that.

What, like Heavy D?

He a little darker than that.

- Yo, he look like Wesley Snipes?

- He ain't Wesley.

- Okay?

- Yo, bring him in. Bring him in.

Yes, bring him in, please.

This is Biggie Smalls.

You know Mister Cee and, um-

- D Roc. What up?

- D Roc.

Uh, y'all have a seat.

So my boy said

that you was digging the tape.

I know what you did forJodeci and MaryJ.

And I got rhymes for days,

know what I'm saying?

What kind of story you trying to tell?

I guess I'm trying to tell a story about a average

nigga from Brooklyn. Know what I'm saying?

- Nigga gotta figure out that life sh*t.

- You still hustling?

So you don't get it twisted,

I'm not a gainst making money.

My business is about the streets,

but my business ain't in the streets.

And I can't be building nothing around no artist

that can get locked up any minute.

I'm saying, if you got real paper coming my way,

I'm out the game.

Don't chase the paper.

Chase the dream!

I started off as Andre Harrell's assistant.

Now I'm damn near running this place.

Nigga, I'm hungry! You can throw me butt-naked

in the jungle, and I'll come out with a...

with a chinchilla coat, a leopard hat

and 10 pounds heavier from eating them niggas.

With all due respect, Puff,

dreams ain't paying the bills, G.

His do.

Puffy, I don't know about a chinchilla...

but if you throw me out to the jungle,

I'll have them motherfuckers dancing.

Maybe in the right hands, I could be,

like, one of the greatest.

Hmm.

- How old are you?

- Nineteen.

By the time you 21,

I'll make you into a millionaire.

We can change the world, Biggie Smalls.

We can change this game.

Saying the West Coast-

They got Snoop, they got Dre, they got Cube.

They killing it. The East Coast just

waitin' for somebody to fill that void.

The decision is yours.

You can be the average

nigga from Brooklyn...

or you can rap about

the average nigga from Brooklyn.

You gotta let me know whether

it's the streets or the studio.

So you in?

What's up, big mama?

What'd you just call me?

Big mama.

You looking damn good.

How's work today?

Every day you ask me how I'm doing.

What's that about?

- It's 'cause I care. Know what I'm saying?

- Yeah, right.

What ever you say, big poppa.

You got a smart-ass mouth.

You gonna do something about it?

I ain't think so.

Hold up.

You wanna get something to eat?

F***. Oh, I like it.

Oh, sh*t, Big.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Oh, damn. I want you

to get on top of me, Big.

- Mm-mmm.

- Oh.

Oh, it feels so good, big poppa.

Oh. Oh. Oh!

You seein' anybody?

Kind oflate to be asking.

Well, I was seeing someone.

He kept thinkin'

we was in a Mike Tyson fight.

Ain't nobody gonna hurt you no more.

I got you, all right?

Oh, sh*t.

We got Puff out, huh?

Been out here waiting for y'all asses.

What's up, man?

- What's up, Big?

- What's up?

Andre said there only can be

one lion in the jungle.

The f*** you talking 'bout?

I got fired, Big.

So what about my deal?

You really had my ass goin'.

Just didn't know

it was all f***ing bullshit.

Only thing I got lined up is some-

some college shows.

It's gonna be a minute

before I get something real.

Hey, Big.

My father died hustling on these streets

when I was two years old.

Ain't no future in this right here.

Just because we got knocked down,

don't mean we can't get back up.

What don't break a nigga make a nigga.

I thought I hada record deal, and now

I can't even buy f***in' diapers for T'yanna.

Gotta punch the clock and sh*t.

- I thought you told Puff you gonna stop hustling, man.

- I thought I was.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Sh*t!

Yo, toss that! Toss that!

We got another one.

He's heading to Saint Mark's.

There's no where to go.

Let's do this the easy way, huh?

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