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Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I was hustling in front of that called the police on
Me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm saying?
It's all good baby baby
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock til my tape popped
Smokin weed and Bambu, sippin on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin Duke? duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood (that's right)
It's all good (it's aaalll good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Chorus]
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a few, but not that many
Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin stuff
I was too used to packin GATs and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin life without fear
Puttin 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Chorus]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
Fifty inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is lounging
Celebrating every day, no more public housing
Thinking back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all
(It's all good)
Aand if you don't know, now you know, nigga
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I was hustling in front of that called the police on
Me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm saying?
It's all good baby baby
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock til my tape popped
Smokin weed and Bambu, sippin on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin Duke? duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood (that's right)
It's all good (it's aaalll good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Chorus]
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a few, but not that many
Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin stuff
I was too used to packin GATs and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin life without fear
Puttin 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Chorus]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
Fifty inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is lounging
Celebrating every day, no more public housing
Thinking back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all
(It's all good)
Aand if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
Track duration: 05:03
"Juicy" as written by Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, James Mtume, Jean Claude Olivier
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP
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Quote someone saying, Biggie referred to 1993 World Trade Center attack with his "Time to get paid blow up like the world trade" punchline but as far as i am concerned he is referring to international trades which went through an agressive expansion from 1980's fall.
Was too young back then but international trades were necessarily all up in the news back in 1994 first months when Biggie wrote his song "juicy" - he reporteadly wrote all "ready to die" radio-friendly song in 1994 - cause of the Marakech agreements and the World Trade Organization project. International trades litterally blown up whereas the World Trade Center suffered a serious attack but wasn't blown out of it.....
This being said how do you guys interpret the end of the hook when those Total girls sing "cause you're the only one, i'll give you good and plenty".
I know they kinda shout out to Mtume's tune but i feel like it doesn't fit to the rest of the hook.
I mean it makes sense on "juicy fruit" cause shorty sings about how special her man his saying "you're the only love/that gives me good and plenty" and - until someone proves me the opposite - it doesn't in Biggie's "Juicy"
Still a great tune though, east coast rap saviour.
if this song ever comes up on shuffle on my ipod, I'll listen to it for at least 10 times.
AMAZING
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 that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters
Apparently, when he was younger, he was engulfed in negative surroundings; many adults also looked down at him. In the first line of the song, he dedicates the entire piece to people who thought he would not ever become anything in life. Biggie Smalls also explains that he only "hustled," because he needed money to support his children.
When analyzing the song, one can interpret the deeper meaning sung about. My interpretation of the song is that as a child, Biggie Smalls lived a tough life; however, he became prosperous as his rapping career took off."We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us, No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us, Birthdays was the worst days"(NOTORIOUS B.I.G.). This verse describes the childhood of Biggie Smalls and how his early life was a struggle. In the first line, "We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us," implies that most times there was a shortage of money and they could not afford the rent payments. They also did not have the money to pay for necessities, like heat; they also did not have extra money for celebrations, like Christmas and birthdays.
ERGO - Diddy killed them both!
btw, Suge's comment didn't start the fight that led to the rivalry between 2Pac & Biggie. Pac had blamed BIG & Puff among others for having prior knowledge of the robbery that left Pac shot 5 times months before that MTV awards comment by Suge. But Suge sure was encouraging Pac on in the beef no doubt
No matter your coast, a dope MC is a dope MC. and Biggie was defiantely the man