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Bad Boy Records is taking over the rap game...

with Craig Mack burning up the charts.

And now every body's excited a bout

the Notorious B.I. G.'s de but album, Ready to Die.

Just like uniblab

robotic kickin' flab

My flavor be the badder chitter-chatter

Madder than the Mad Hatter

I bet you my sh*t come out fatter

Got the data

lf they didn't know

Puff Daddy and Biggie Smalls before...

they damn sure knew us now.

The king is what I mean

I mean

How you doing?

This is my man, right here.

Bad Boy!

I bet your mama miss you

and I bet the MAC take off like an M.X. Missile

No more of your whining

on the charts climbing

As I make the funk kickin' out

more harder than a diamond

And if you didn't know

who's rhyming

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

How y'all doing? How y'all feel?

I wanna thank each

and every one of y'all...

for helping us celebrate

the Ready to Die album. Thankyou.

Hip-hop ain't never going to be the same...

because of this man right here,

Biggie Smalls!

The Notorious B.I.G.!

You got something to say?

Brooklyn, we did it!

Take your crown. Take your crown.

Have a seat, Big. You're a Brooklyn king.

Biggie Biggie Biggie Smalls

is the illest

Yeah

Biggie Biggie Biggie Smalls is the illest

Live from Bedford-Stuywesant

The livest one

- Representing B.K. To the fullest, gats I pull it

- It's a hot party.

Bastards ducking

when Big be buckin'

Chickenheads be cluckin'

in my bathroom f***in'

It ain't nothing

They know Big be handlin'

With the MAC

in the Ack doorpanelin'

Bandagin' MCs

oxygen they can't breathe

Mad tricks up the sleeve

Wear boxers so my dick can breathe

- What's up, homey?

- What's up?

Yeah. I'm-a be right back.

Hey, hold this. Don't let them go nowhere.

- What's up, homey?

- Congratulations!

We doing it.

- You shining, baby. Congratulations!

- Get my man a bottle.

- No doubt. What's up?

- Yo, how well you know them cats?

Oh, they just helping me with this movie

I'm doing. They cool.

Mmm. Watch the company you keep, man.

They got a rep.

So? Nigga, you got a rep.

So what the f*** you saying?

Sh*t. I'm a bad boy!

- Yo, Pac, Big.

Can I get you to say

a couple words for the camera?

Man, f*** your camera! No, I'm f***ing with you.

Come on.

Hey, yo, check it out,

motherf***er! I'm Tupac.

I'm chilling here with my homeboy

the Notorious B.I.G. On the scene.

We about to takey'all motherfuckers

by storm. Give them something, Big.

True, that. True, that.

You know, I'm chilling with my man Pac...

who schooled me to the game and sh*t.

- Yeah, they know who it is.

- You know what I'm saying?

Now we about to wreak havoc

on you motherfuckers, man.

You know what I'm saying?

Chandon sippers.

- Know what I mean? Frank White piece holders.

- Yeah!

- Rolex diamond. You know what it is, nigga.

- Get some. Get some.

We taking your money

and buying your b*tches with your money.

- That's right, nigga. You'll see.

- Come get some, motherf***er!

I'm wearing this

to my first show coming up.

What you think?

That ain't bad.

Ain't bad?

You must be going blind.

I'm trying to make you

the Marilyn Monroe of hip-hop.

That ain't turning no heads.

- So I should lose the suspenders?

- Keep the suspenders.

Lose the shirt.

- Like this?

- Mmm.

Like that. Yeah.

- Faith, come on.

Get it going. That's good.

Move, Faith. Yeah, good.

Come on, y'all.

This ain't no funeral.

It ain't even a photo.

It's a mission statement.

Bad Boy ain't here to be in the game.

Bad Boy here to take over the game.

Every body, take 10 minutes.

Watching Faith, all I could think was, "Damn!"

She was like some chick

fresh off a movie screen.

My baby. Thank you.

So, why a brother

gotta be left out in the cold?

You done show everyone

up in here them pictures, except me.

Look, uh, no offense.

I think you're an incredible rapper

and I'm sure you're a nice guy...

but I don't need all that right now.

All what?

What you saying?

You don't need a brother

to make you smile?

Sorry, but I'm not smiling.

Not yet.

All right, fine.

My daughter, Chyna.

- She's beautiful.

- Thank you.

Just like her mother.

What were you doing before

you hooked up with Puffy?

- Pharmaceuticals. You know how it is.

- Typical.

So, are you a bad guy trying to be good,

or a good guy trying to be bad?

I'm someone trying to make it.

- How'd you start singing?

- North Baptist Church choir.

Typical.

I wrote a couple joints

for other artists and finally I got my shot.

I don't know what I'd be doing,

but I ain't think I'd be doing this.

When I was a little girl,

everybody told me singing was my destiny...

but I was secretly hoping to make a career

at doing the beat box.

No! Get out of here. I know you ain't

trying to say you know how to beat box.

- You trying to play me out?

- Let me hear some old-school flavor.

- You gonna rhyme?

- I'm going to tear it down.

- Shh.

- You shootin' jabs?

Some call me Biggie

or B.I.G.

I'm just chilling

in the place to be

And I ain't trying to preach

or teach some knowledge

I'm just trying to call you

FEW- Faith Evans Wallace

I like your laugh. It's sexy.

Why don't you let me do that?

- Do what?

- Make you laugh.

Can I be that man?

Oh, oh

Checkit out

To all the ladies in the place

with style and grace

Allow me to lace

these lyrical

Man, you're making all the big niggas

sexy again, brother. All right?

Yo, Big. Thanks for representing for

the brothers hustling on the corners, man.

Your story telling is the sh*t. For real.

I could picture everything you're rapping about.

- Sh*t is like a f***ing movie.

- For real, man.

- Sh*t.

- What's up, Big? Can you sign right here for me?

Right there.

I do all this for you, baby.

- I love you, Big Poppa!

- I lovey'all, too.

We had been

seeing each other for three weeks.

But I ain't wanna wait another minute.

In prosperity and adversity.

Prosperity and adversity.

And, for saking all others,

to always be faithful.

You know me about a month, Big.

Don't say it if you're not ready.

And, for saking all others,

to always be true.

With the power vested in me,

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

You got it goin' on

Let's get it.

Come on!

Uh, wha wha

You got it goin' on

Wha wha

- I used to be scared of the dick

- Is she for real?

Now I throw lips to the sh*t

Handle it like a real b*tch

Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme

Take it in the butt

- Yeah, yeah, what, I got...

- No! That's not the way I said do it.

Maybe I don't feel like doin' it

your wack-ass way.

- Look, b*tch, stop being so f***ing difficult.

- Who you calling a b*tch, nigga?

You wasn't talking that sh*t when you was

eating my p*ssy the other night.

Turn that sh*t off.

- Are you out of your f***ing mind?

- Are you out of yours?

- Since when do you start treatin g me like a ho?

- She's my wife.

And what the f*** am I?

Someone whose ass I took out

of the f***ing department stores.

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