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[ Man ]
Where you gonna be
10 years from now?

[ Man #2 ]
Ten years from now,
where do I wanna be?

I wanna be... just living, man.
Just living comfortably with my wife,
you know.

Just layin' back. Just chilling.
You know what I'm saying? Living.

Where do I think I'll be
in 1 0 years?

I don't think I'll be seeing it, dog,
for real, man.
I don't think my luck is that good.

[ Cheering ]
I hope it is, but if it ain't,
so be it. I'm ready.

[ Hip-hop ]

[ Biggie Rapping ]
# Come on
Hah, sicker than your average poppa #

# Twist cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players #

- Puffy! Congratulations!
- # Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn #

# Dead right, if they head right
Biggie there every night #

# Poppa been smooth
since days of Underoos #

[ Continues ]

Can't wait for the new album, man.
Congratulations.

- [ Camera Shutter Clicks ]
- Yeah!

Yo, Big, let's change the world.

[ Man ]
Let's roll. Let's roll, y'all.

[ Man #2 ]
You need a real man.

[ Hip-hop On Car Stereo ]

[ Man Rapping, Indistinct ]

We back, baby. We back!
No doubt.

We back on top, baby!

Yo, what's up, ma?
What's up?

[ Man ]
You looking fine.
I'm going to have to get your number.

I don't know.
What's up with you?

[ Gunshot ]
[ Biggie Narrating ] In the beginning,
God gave me a clean slate.

- [ Voices Overlapping, Echoing ]
- [ Baby Crying ]

But where I grew up,
I knew I couldn't stay clean.

If you was a nice, ordinary kid,

you was an easy mark
for the wannabe gangsters
and cutthroat girls in the school yard.

You wanna check out this magazine?
Right on. Let's go.

Fab 5 Freddy. There we go.

Kurtis Blow, man!
He's the man! You know�

# Clap your hands, everybody
If you got what it takes #

[ Together ]
# 'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you
to know that these are the breaks #

# Break it up, break it up, break it up

There we go.
Yeah.

[ Laughs ]
I know.

Y'all want our autograph?
We gonna be in a magazine one day.

Chris Shy-ass
can't be in no magazine.

He's too fat, black and ugly.

[ Girls Laughing ]

At least there ain't
no train tracks in my mouth.

What do I tell you?
If you just pay attention,

you study hard,
always do your best
and look what happens.

A hundred percent!
[ Chuckles ]

I'm proud of you,
Chrissy-poo.
Don't call me that!

Oh, I forgot.
You're all grown-up now, huh?

[ Biggie Narrating ] My moms was from
a small town in Jamaica where
they left the doors unlocked at night.

But in our neighborhood,
the only time she let me off the stoop...

was when she walked me
home from school.

[ Woman ]
We've seen that 1 2, 1 3 times.
Don't you wanna see something different?

[ Biggie Narrating ]
This was Brooklyn.
Do-or-die Bed-Stuy.

- And there was just some shit
Moms couldn't protect me from.
- [ Gasps ]

Voletta.

[ Chuckles ]
Christopher, say hello to your father.

You are still beautiful,
Voletta.

If that's what you came for
you can leave right now.

Sugar?

A hundred dollars.

Is that all he's worth to you?

Are you even planning on
being in his life?

- Things are complicated.
- Things?

I feel like
if you and I could just�

It was easy to lie about your wife.

Now, when it comes to your child,
"things" are complicated.

Bye, Voletta.

Hey!

You forgot something.

[ Voletta ]
You're a real piece of shit.

[ Footsteps ]
[ Door Opens ]

[ Hip-hop ]

[ Door Slams ]
[ Man ] What's up, y'all? This is
Super Rocking Mr. Magic holding it down.

[ Man #2 ]
This is DJ Marley Marl.
Check it out, y'all. It's all the way live.

[ Continues ]

It's time for bed, mister.

He ain't coming back, is he?

No. I don't believe so.

Good. I'm glad.

Oh.

Come here.

[ Exhales ]
[ Sniffles ]

We're gonna be all right,
just you and me.

[ Hip-hop On Headphones ]
# You ain't no pops to me #

# You just some nigga sipping on tea #

# Moms don't want your money
so run and flee #

Flee�

# Back all hunched over
'cause you gotta admit #

# I don't need you in my life
'cause you ain't shit

[ Continues ]
[ Mumbling ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Chorus ]
# Hey, ho
Hey, ho #

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Right then and there, I decided to stop being
that little kid on the stoop.

[ Chorus ]
# Hey, ho
Hey, ho #

I wanted to be like
them brothers on the block.

They didn't hold their heads down
for no one.

# Hey, ho
Hey, ho #

I knew life was a fucked-up game,

and I knew D Roc was fucked up enough
to show me how to play.

What's up, D Roc?
What up, big boy?

Your mama
finally let you out the house?
Told you I would come.

I ain't on lockdown like that.
So you ready to be a big baller?

What I gotta do?

[ Hip-hop ]
[ Man Rapping ]

Remember, just act like
you slapping the nigga five.

# Five, six
One, one, two, two, three #

# Four, four, five, six
One, two, three, four, five #

- The phone is ringing.
- [ Ringing ]

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Motherfuckers got addicted to crack
after they first hit,

but I got addicted to money
after my first sale.

By the time I was 1 7,
I wasn't no ordinary kid.
I was paid.

- [ Voletta ] Christopher, you're not
still lying in that bed, are you?
- No.

[ Door Opens ]
Christopher, what are you doing?

[ Country On Radio ]
You saying your prayers?

Praying that God
teaches you how to knock.

Please. Don't you mock your prayers.

You don't think Jehovah
has a sense of humor?

He must have, if he made you.
[ Laughs ]

We always gotta listen
to this corny old country music?

I happen to like this music.
They tell good stories.

So, who were you
yappin' on the phone with last night?

-Jan.
- [ Clicks Tongue, Scoffs ]

It's perfectly normal
for a mother to feel jealous...

when her son
cares about another female.

Oh, for crying out loud!

- By the way, Ma�
- What?

- How much does a garbage collector make?
- I think about 28,000 a year. Why?

- No reason.
- Would you hurry up
before you make us both late for class?

- [ Man ] Hey, Voletta.
Is that the new Watchtower?
- Of course.

We gonna see you
this weekend, right?

# "W" for Wallace
Rappers are demolished #

[ Hip-hop ]
# Wax 'em and buff 'em like polish #

# Don't I look like
the illest thing you ever saw #

# Live with action
guaranteed raw #

[ Continues ]

[ Muttering ]
# Rappers are demolished #

# Wax 'em and buff 'em like polish #

Shit!

[ Beeping ]

- [ School Bell Rings ]
- You need to add 3X
to the other side.

Now, you need to solve the problem for X.
Who wants to come up and do that?

- Come on up, Mr. Wallace.
- [ Students Laughing ]

7X equals 84,

then 1 2 equals X.

Impressive.
You're actually smarter than you look.

- [ Students ]
Ooh!
- Mr. Webber.

Yesterday you said
I was gonna end up a garbage man.
That's right.

If you keep cutting class,
that's exactly what you'll become.

Well, I found out a teacher
makes 24,000 a year,

and a garbage man
makes 28,000 a year.

I'm gonna make $4,000 more
than his dumb ass.

- [ Students Laughing ]
- All right. Get out.

Hey! Get out of my class.

[ Laughing ]

[ Chattering ]
Thanks for meeting up.

You know you got it like that.

When my moms see that phone bill,
she gonna kill me.

We gotta chill
with all that wild-ass phone sex.
[ Chuckles ]

Um�

I'm pregnant.

I-I went to the doctor and everything.

We gonna have a baby.

- Damn.
- Damn?

Is that it? I was halfway hoping
you was gonna be happy.

But if this fucks up your world,
then I'm sorry.

Whoa, whoa.
Jan, hold up. Sit down, baby.

What you talking about? Sit down.

What's wrong with you?

If you're carrying my seed,
it means you are my world.

- You're not sitting there
thinking, "Oh, fuck"?
- No, I'm not.

- You know I got you.
- You got me?

- No doubt.
- [ Chuckles ]

Come here.

[ Softly ]
Oh, fuck.

[ Chattering ]

[ Horn Honks ]

What up, D Roc?
Yo, what up, son?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Let's get this money then.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Me and D Roc were like factory workers,

and Fulton Street was the assembly line.

[ Man ]
# Here we go #

[ Biggie Narrating ]
But every now and then,
D Roc would say, "Yo, can I get a rhyme?"

[ No Audible Dialogue ]
See, drug dealing was like my wife.

Rapping was just
some chick on the side.

Before I knew it,
word got out about my skills and shit.

Then this kid named Primo called me out.

Everyone was jocking him,
'cause he never lost a battle.

It was one thing to rhyme for your boys,
but it was another to battle.

- 'Bout time you stopped running.
- 'Bout time your ass stopped talking shit.

[ Man ]
Yeah. That's Chris.
Come on, man.

Get out of here. Y'all got big�

This what y'all wanna see? Huh?
Y'all wanna see me and big boy?

We got MC quest out here.
That's what� MC Quest.

Come on, man.
Y'all know who the king of Fulton is.

Hey, deejay,
play me something nice, man.

[ Hip-hop ]
[ Man #2 ]
All right. Do it.

I'm gonna get
some barbecue chicken
when I'm done with big boy.

You sure you don't want
no barbecue chicken?

# Now let me tell you
a little story about the P-P-Preem #

# Preem head bald like Mr. Clean #

# And Preem be fresh like I rish Spring #

# And 'round here
I'm raining and reigning king #

# Big Preem
Coming from the borough of Brooks #

# You sweet on the mike
so your mike get took #

# Play a slowjam track
and I'll smoke that ass #

# Techno track
and I smoke that ass #

# You can't see me
It's like you blind #

# I call you son 'cause you mine
not 'cause you shine

- Man, get this fool out of here.
You can't be serious, man.
- [ Man ] Let's do it though, kid.

[ Song Changes ]

[ Primo ]
Come on. What you got, big boy?

# Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn
where this rapper was originated #

# Your rhymes ain't shit
Your flow's constipated #

# Many awaited the heavyset brother
from Fulton Street #

# Drop a rhyme to a funky beat #

# Niggas wanna know
how I live the mack life #

# Making money
smoking mikes like crack pipes #

# Making loot
knocking boots on the regular #

# Pass the microphone
I'm the perfect competitor #

♪Jewels and all that
The clothes is all that #

# Come step it to me
That's where you take your fall at
B.I.G., just like my murder #

# It's unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner #

# Word to mother
I'm above ya #

# And I love ya
'cause you a sweet bitch #

# A crazy crab
that might make my dick itch #

# I flow looser than Luther
You have to get used to
B.I.G. is the boss trooper #

# Like ice cream, I'll scoop ya
I got it going on #

# Live with action, guaranteed raw #

# For all you bum-ass niggas

[ Crowd Cheering, Jeering ]

Yo, that was hot.
That's what I'm talking about.

[ Man ]
Get him downtown.

[ Man #2 ]
Primo. Who the hell is that?

[ Door Closes ]
[ Biggie, Softly ]
Word!

What's up, Mom Dukes?

So I was by Fulton Records and I thought,
"What would make Slim happy?"

So I bought you
the corniest country album I could find.

In the last month,
you have missed 20 days of school.

All right. Look.
I tried, Ma.

I missed a few days.
But I went back three weeks straight.

Then three people came to my class
on career day: a computer technician,
a store owner, a doctor,

- and they all looked like poor,
broke-down niggas.
- You watch your mouth.

I can't see myself going to school
to end up like them,
'cause I got something to do right now.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

Jan's pregnant. I'm gonna be a father.

[ Siren, Distant ]

[ Exhales ]
Please tell me
that you are not that stupid.

Why would you even say
something like that?

Because you are still a damn boy.

Is this why you think
I came to the States�

So I can spend all my days
taking care of you, feeding you?

- Cleaning up old plates of mashed potatoes
you leave under your bed?
- What?

- You can't take care of yourself.
How are you gonna take care of a baby?
- What did you do with it?

- Where's the plate?
- I threw it in the trash. It was disgusting.

[ Scoffs, Mutters ]
It's my work, man.

- What are you doing?
- Those wasn't no damn
mashed potatoes, all right?

Look at me.
I said, "Look at me."

Are you telling me
what I think you're telling me?

Boy, you gonna end up like those
worthless bums you hang with.

Don't you see that?
Bums don't have chains,
and boys don't have money. I'm a man.

You think that makes you a man?

Get out.

- Ma.
- Get out.

[ Exhales ]
[ Door Slams ]

# The fuck is goin' on #

[ Biggie Narrating ]
I wasn't the man
my moms wanted me to be.

So fuck it. I was gonna be
the man I needed to be.

# 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 dressed in white #

# I like black Timbs and black hoodies #

# God will probably have me
on some real strict shit #

- # No sleepin' all day #
- What up, baby?

- What up, man?
- Yo! What up, Chris?

- I'm telling you, Lil' Cee,
the corner ain't no place for you.
- Yo, man. I'm just chilling. That's all.

Yo, D!
Yo, D. Come here.

- Hell.
- Come here, man. Come here.

Does this look like
a Lamaze class to you?
Hey, yo, Sandy, take your ass home.

- Come on!
- I got this.

# She don't even love me
like she did when I was younger #

# Suckin' on her chest
just to stop my fuckin' hunger #

# I wonder if I died
would tears come to her eyes #

# Forgive me for my disrespect
Forgive me for my lies #

- # My baby mother's eight months
Her little sister's two #
- Thanks, black man.

- # I swear to God, I wanna just
slit my wrists and end this bullshit #
- Yo, D!

- Fuck you, man!
- I love you too, Sandy.

Yo! You selling crack
to someone who's pregnant.

Fuck a pregnant bitch.
I ain't get in this game
to be no social worker.

- # A worthless fuckin' buddha-head #
- [ Knocking ]

[ Biggie Narrating ]
I got tired of that nickel-and-dime shit,
so I stepped up my game.

- # I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me #
- [ Door Bolt Clicks ]

# Nah, you wouldn't understand #
# Nigga, talk to me, please #

# You see, it's kinda like the crack
did to Pookie in New Jack

[ Biggie Narrating ]
I had four young cats out on the streets.

Look at you, man.
All grown up and shit.

Shut the fuck up
and get back by the door.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
I wasn't hanging with my boys,
wasn't messing with no chicks.

I was too busy counting paper.

But I was moving too fucking fast
and I slipped up.
[ Chattering On Police Radio ]

[ Phone Rings ]
[ Heart Beating ]

[ Woman's Voice ]
You have a collect call from�
[ Heartbeat Slows ]

[ Biggie's Voice ]
Christopher Wallace.

[ Woman's Voice ]
...an inmate at the Wake CountyJail.

[ Cell Door Closes ]
Ma.

[ Voletta ]
Damn you, Christopher.

I fucked up.
I need your help.

No. You got yourself into this mess.
You get yourself out.

I can't ask you to pray for me?

I never stop praying for you.

But you need to stop wasting God's time
and pray for yourself.

So it's like that?

It is like that.

- Close your eyes, Christopher.
- [ Sniffles ]

Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death�

[ Together ]
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.

[ Together ]
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies.

[ Cell Door Closes ]
[ Biggie's Voice ]
My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy
will follow me all the days of my life.

[ Voletta's Voice ] You got yourself
into this mess. You get yourself out.

[ Biggie Narrating ] That was the first time
in my life I thought if I was dead,
my fucking problems would go away.

I started rhyming 'cause I was bored.
Plain and simple.

But then my frustrations turned into rhymes,
and those rhymes told my story.

# The 23rd Psalm
was what my moms had to offer #
[ Voice Begins Echoing ]

# No collection plate
to make hard time feel softer #

# I know how it feels
to wake up fucked up #

# Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell #

# I got P-A-I-D
That's why my moms hates me #

# She was forced
to kick me out, no doubt #

# Then I figured out nicks
went for 20 down south #

[ Voletta's Voice ]
Christopher, it's a girl.

# I know how it feels
to wake up fucked up #

# Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell #

[ Continues, Voices Overlapping ]

# Baby on the way
Mad bills to pay

[ Cell Door Closes ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

Welcome home.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

Where is she?
Oh. All right. All right.

[ Baby Crying ]

[ Baby Fusses ]

Here. Let me take that.
Give me that.

[ Chuckles ]
T'yanna, say hello to your daddy.
Let me see.

Come on.

Here.
[ Fussing ]

No, no, no, no. Like this.
[ Laughs ]

Hmm.

[ Crying ]
Oh.

What's wrong, Ma?
She ain't that ugly.

[ Laughing ]
Chris!

Mmm.

Hey, what's going on?
Chris?

You be a great father.

No doubt. No doubt, Ma.

[ Hip-hop ]

[ Man ]
Yo, what's up?

[ Man #2 ]
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.

- [ Coughing ]
- [ Laughing ]

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

[ Biggie Narrating ]
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?

[ Biggie Narrating ]
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.

[ Hip-hop ]

[ Voices Overlapping, Echoing ]

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 Grand on 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 again, nigga.
- Hey, yo, son. Your shit got nice.

- For real.
- But, yo, if you gonna put it down
like that, we gotta record this shit.

- 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 #
- [ Hip-hop ]

# 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 I'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 eyewitnesses
No names are exposed #

# It's the heavyset one with the big gun
and the sweet tongue
taking down everyone #

# Coop like Michael Jackson
Kicks like Bo Jackson #

# Fuck like Freddy Jackson
No need for action #

# My crew, ooh
No fronting, no faking moves #

# Hot into fucking
and even when we stick a move

[ Man ]
He got sex appeal like LL?

[ Man #2 ]
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.

U h, y'all have a seat.

So my boy said
that you was digging the tape.

[ Biggie ]
I know what you did
for Jodeci and Mary J.

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 shit.
- You still hustling?

So you don't get it twisted,
I'm not against 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 1 0 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.

[ All Laughing ]

Maybe in the right hands,
I could be, like, one of the greatest.

Hmm.

- How old are you?
- Nineteen.

By the time you 2 1 ,
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?

[ Salsa ]
[ Car Alarm Beeping ]

What's up, big mama?

What'd you just call me?

[ Woman Singing In Spanish ]
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.

Whatever 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?

[ Moans ]
Fuck. Oh, I like it.

Oh, shit, Big.
[ Moaning ]
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.
[ Grunts ]

Oh. Oh. Oh!
[ Panting ]

You seein' anybody?
[ Laughs ]

Kind of late to be asking.
[ Exhales ]

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, shit.
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 fuck 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 fucking bullshit.

Only thing I got lined up is some
some college shows.

It's gonna be a minute
before I get something real.
[ Scoffs ]

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 had a record deal,
and now I can't even
buy fuckin' diapers for T'yanna.

Gotta punch the clock and shit.

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

[ Siren Blares ]

- Oh, shit.
- Shit!

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- [ D Roc ]
Yo, toss that! Toss that!

- [ Brakes Squealing ]
- We got another one.
He's heading to Saint Mark's.

There's nowhere to go.

[ Car Doors Open ]
Let's do this the easy way, huh?

- [ Pistols Cocking ]
- Show me your hands.
Come on, show me your hands.

You show me your hands,
I'll put the piece away.

You know, when I was a kid,

you had a switchblade, brass knuckles,
you were a bad dude.

Now you got 1 3-year-olds looking
to shoot the big niggers on the corner
so they could start running shit themselves.

I mean, what the fuck is the world
coming to when a drug dealer
can't walk the streets at night?

Tell me, Chris,
what do you put on first?

- Your socks, your jacket, your piece?
- I ain't never saw that gun before.

- So then it must be yours.
- Nah.

Okay, dumb fucks,

one of you is goin' down
for carrying an illegal firearm.

Whichever one it is,
I don't give a shit.

But there's no way that the two of you
are walkin' out of here.

I give you one minute.

He just trying to make us sweat.
Yo, we play hardball with him,
he's gonna dust it for prints.

We'll cross that bridge
when we get there.
No, by then it'll be too late.

Look, y-you got priors.
You're looking at five or six years, easy.

If I plead guilty, I get three and a day.

- No, D Roc. My gun, my bid.
- No, man. That's bullshit.

Look, this music shit you got going on
It don't come around every fuckin' day.
[ Clicks Tongue ]

When a motherfucker like you make it,
we all make it.

What if I don't make it?
Listen.

I told you
how to get into the drug game.

Now I'm telling you
how to get the fuck out.

You don't have a record deal?
Then go out and get one.

But you're not going back on the block.

Not when you got the skills
to do something,

and not if I take this bid
for your ass.

So you're gonna make it.

[ Door Opens ]

So?

I put my socks on first,
motherfucker.

Okay.

Go ahead. Take a walk.

[ Handcuffs Unlocking ]
[ Door Opens ]

Big, what's going on?
You good?

Look, Mark, I'm gonna be for real
about this shit.

This is my motherfucking life,
you feel me? I got a kid.

I feel like I'm stuck in the mud, yo.

Tell Puff I'm down
with chasing the dream.

Whatever he want me to do, I'm in.
But this shit gotta jump off now.

I'm gonna tell Puff.
Look, I got you.

[ Woman ]
Puff will be right with you.

[ Monitor Pops ]

[ Hip-hop ]

# This is going out
to all the pimps and macks #

# Y'all know the flavor
Brooklyn style
You know how we do #

# Is it true
All I wanna do is screw #

# Drink brew with the crew
on the avenue #

# Ooh, I flip skins like Mary Lou #

# So what you gonna do
when she'll come for you, boo #

# I got girls that look like Toni Braxton #

# And give me the skins
without aksin' #

# When I'm relaxin' on my back
and you know what time it is, oh #

# But if it's red, man
I'll leave you alone #

# She can call me
on my cellular phone #

# And I'll mess around
and pick you up
Take you to the crib, stick you up #

# And put my Silk CD
and lick you, ooh #

- Yeah, Big. You ready.
- # Hit the twat
till your pops call the cops #

# And when I make bail out of jail
I'm-a wail on that tail #

# Because sex never fails
This is going out
to the pimps and macks #

[ Cheering ]
# This is for the macks and dons

- What up, Howard University?
- [ All ]
What up?

Y'all ready for the next performer?
[ Cheering ]

All right, coming to you
from do-or-die Bed-Stuy, Biggie Smalls!

- [ Cheering Dies Down ]
- Also known as Notorious B.I.G.

[ Woman ]
Who is that?
What's up, y'all? How you feel, Big?

...Business Instead of Game.
I need y'all to get loud right now

- Do your thing, a'ight?
- and give it up for Notorious B.I.G.!

[ Cheering ]

- A-Yo!
- All right!

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Puff made a name for hisself
when he went to Howard.

But my name
didn't mean shit to that crowd.

Yo!
[ Crowd ]
All right!

Hey, Howard. I'm back.

Go get it, big man.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
I wanted to do so fuckin' good.

I felt like I owed it to D Roc.
I felt like I owed it to myself.

- [ Puffy ]
Welcome to B.I.G.
- [ Cheers, Scattered Boos ]

- Get the fuck out of here.
- Got you, Big. I got you.

[ Hip-hop ]
All right?

Where my niggas at?

Don't stop. We won't stop.
Let's go. Let's go.

Stop.

# I was a terror
since the public school era #

# Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes
squeezing asses #

# Smoking blunts
was a daily routine since 1 3
A chubby nigga on the scene #

# I used to have the tre-deuce
and the deuce-deuce
in my bubblegoose #

# Now I got the MAC in my knapsack
Lounging black
Smoking sacks up in acts with sidekicks #

# With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
Honeys wanna chat
but all we wanna know #

# Is where the party at
And can I bring my gat #

- # It don't take nothing #
- What up, Pac?

Vince. How's it going?
Good to see you.

# Dumping out, just me and my crew
'Cause all we gonna do is #

# Bullshit and party
and bullshit and party #

- # And bullshit and party
and bullshit and party and bullshit #
- Next verse.

# Honeys in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress
I think I might just #

# Hit 'em with a little Biggie 1 0 1
how I tote guns #

What up, Pac?
Hey, man.

You hitting the stage tonight?
No. You know, I'm just here
for the recreational activities.

# Smoking, drinking
Got the hooker thinkin' #

# If money smell bad
then that nigga Biggie stinking #

# Niggas start to loke out
A kid got choked out #

- # Blows were thrown
and a fucking fight broke out #
- [ Record Scratching ]

[ Crowd Shouting ]

[ Chuckling ]
Yeah.

- Yo, chill!
- [ Shouting Continues ]

# Can't we just all get along
So I can put hickeys on your chest
like Little Shawn #

# Get you pissy drunk
off of Dom Pérignon
And it's on #

# And I'm gone
That's that party #

# And bullshit and party
and bullshit and party #

- # And bullshit and party
and bullshit and party
- # Hey

- [ Crowd ] All right!
- [ Biggie Narrating ]
I saw Tupac about 20 times in Juice.

Now here I was
walking into a party with him.

It was crazy. Females were ready
to jump out their clothes to get at him.

Yo, man.
And all the brothers
gave him mad respect.

What's up, baby?
When you starting out,
that's the best time.

'Cause as soon as you get on top,
that's when the shit start.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
I figured if it was this good starting out,
then being as large as Pac must be the shit.

[ Tupac ]
Catch you later, Big.

You see that fine-ass girl over there?

[ Sighs ]
Which one?

Right over there.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Man ]
# Before I flip a script
you know I must keep you dozing #

# Into the stage
of the Buckshot Shorty
Son, pass the boom #

That's my joint.
# Never, ever, ever get played
Kill that #

# Bust a mad cap in your back
'cause I'm all that #

# Straight from Crooklyn
Better known as Brooklyn
Elude the hook and #

- Nice voice.
- # The whole beat's took in #

- Keep going.
- Why? So you can laugh?

I ain't gonna laugh at you.
[ Chuckles ]

Least not to your face.

# My mental is criminal
Felony thought subliminal #

# Sinful, quick to trigger pull #

# Grab a pocketful of duckets
So what #

# Fuck it
Don't give a damn
Niggas know who I am #

# See, a bitch like me come
and do you in your sleep #

# You wake up, shook up
Running scared in the streets #

# Known around town
as the bitch who gets down #

# Till they put me in a cell
or they put me in the ground

- That's tight.
- But?

Dudes want to hear
some sexiness come out a chick's mouth,

not no gangsta shit.

# Your whole world changed
when you #
Wait. Wait.

Loosen up.

Go on.

# Your whole world changed
when you heard me rap #

# Hand on your dick
while my ass you smack #

# Wanna take off my panties
and put it in the hole #

# But this ain't cheap, nigga
Gots to pay a toll #

# Give a nigga head
and no, I never bite #

# Sexy-ass lyrics
you know you kind of like #

# Mike in my hand
You better understand #

# Lil' Kim be
the baddest bitch in Brooklyn

Damn, shorty.
I'm loving that.

Yeah?
U h-huh.

What else you love?
Mmm.
I love it when you call me Big Poppa.

[ Voletta ]
I don't understand what you're doing.
[ Biggie ] I am being a man.

You're coming in here all hours
of the night. Jan's calling me.
Me and Jan ain't even kicking it.

You breaking up with your daughter too?
You too busy hanging out to go see her.
I'm not hanging out. I'm working.

And I'm starting to question
what this job really is.

Puff got it all lined up.

What kind of man, grown-ass man,
calls himself "Puffy"?
[ Snickers ]

That's just absolutely ridiculous.
Puffy doesn't even have a job himself.
It's not even like that.

It's not like what?
It's not like what?
Jesus.

- What isn't it like, huh?
- Excuse me, Ms. Wallace.

If I could just explain
why Chris has been late.

Please. I want to hear this.

Yes, ma'am. Uh

Your son has something special.

And sometimes it's gonna mean
late nights and hard work,
but I think it's gonna pay off.

Now, the minute I see him slacking,
I'll be the first to let you know.

I been talking to Mark
about becoming my manager.

Good.

And if you’re asking me
to hold you equally responsible, Mark
believe me, I will.

Yes, ma'am.

- I need to have a word with Chris.
- Yes, ma'am.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Inhales, Clears Throat ]

My doctor found a lump
in my chest.

What?

My surgery is next week.
They need to act aggressively
if I'm gonna have a chance.

- "If"'? What is that supposed to mean?
- I want to be up front with you, Christopher.

No, Ma.
No, I don't want to hear all that.
No, listen.

I need you to know something.
Christopher! Please!
I don't want to hear this, Ma.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Mark ]
Listen, yo.
I got these ideas in my head.

Like, I've been thinking all night.
I-I can't get Whoo!

L-Look, look, yo. I've been thinkin'
about my cousin Wayne. He's smart.

I been thinking about bringing him in
to help me with the management.

I think you'll dig him, Big.

[ Seat Belt Warning Chiming ]
Yo.

Big. Big.
Do you want to talk about it?

About what?
I mean, whatever's buggin' you, Big.

You haven't said shit
for the past couple days, man.

My moms has breast cancer.
Talkin' gonna fix that?

[ Sighs, Clicks Tongue ]

[ Whispering ]
Shit.

No. I guess not.

I was only 1 5
when I lost my moms to cancer.

How'd you deal with shit?

I ain't feel like talking.

[ Chuckles ]

Look, Big, I know you goin'
through hard times right now.

But you're gonna have to be
a soldier for your moms.

You gonna have to be there
and support her, man.

I'm gonna pray for your moms, Big.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

- Some of y'all wrote me off.
- [ Cheering ]

Maybe some of y'all in this room.

- But what don't break a nigga
will make a nigga!
- [ Man ] Yeah.

- To Bad Boy Records!
- [ All ]
To Bad Boy!

[ All Affirming ]

[ Chattering ]

Yo, Puff, can I holler at you
for a minute?

Yeah, I wanna talk to you.

- Yo, how your moms?
- Gettin' her strength back.
She just got back from the hospital.

Look, Puff, man,
this Bad Boy shit for real?

Let me show you something.

Yo, I took this here to Clive Davis.

Big on Side One Biggie Smalls
Side Two, Craig Mack.

B.I.G. Mack.
It's the B.I.G. Mack. Feel me?

What the hell could he say?
Just open it.

Welcome to Bad Boy.

[ Groans ]

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Doctors got all the cancer out of her.

My moms was gonna live.

And me? I was finally
gonna change my life.

# Love got to do #
# When I'm rippin' all through
your whole crew #

# Strapped like bamboo
but I don't sling guns #

# I got bags of funk
and it's sellin' by the tons #

# Niggas wanna know
how I live the mack life #

# Making money
smoking mikes like crack pipes #

# It's type simple and plain to maintain #

# Add a little funk to the brain
The funk, baby #

# I live for the funk #
# The funk, baby #

# I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I'll die for the funk #

# I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk #
Fuck around and be hard-core.

- # I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
- That's hot. That's hot. I love it.

- This could be my first single.
- I want you to hear something.

[ Stops ]

[ Pop Funk ]
[ Man ]
♪Juicy fruit #

[ Woman ]
♪Juicy #

[ Man ]
♪Juicy #

[ Woman ]
# Yeah #
[ Man ] ♪Juicy fruit #

[ Woman Vocalizing ]

[ Laughing ]

- # Candy rain
Comin' down #
- See what I'm saying?

I'm trying to get niggas out their seat.
This going to be like soul music.

- If I spit this,
niggas going to be laughing at me.
- [ Laughing ]

If you spit this,
niggas going to be laughing at you
all the way to the bank, Big.

What's next? You want me
to dance like MC Hammer?

Look, you give me
that street shit for Side B.

But if I don't have something
I can play on the radio,
nobody'll ever hear or buy your album.

You'll just be a broke-ass,
mix-tape rapper.
Trust me, Big.

- [ Exhales ]
- Yo. Puff got a point.

And he's burning a lot of money
in the studio.

- These niggas look like Rick James.
- [ Laughing ]

- Yo.
- I need some time, man.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

Yo, come back in, like, an hour or two.
We'll have something ready by then.
Puff, I got this.

All right.
All day.

Yo, Cease. I'm gonna need some Pepsi
and some more weed.

- All right, man.
- And some females.
Tell them we having a party.

- About time, baby! I'll be right back.
- Let me hear that one more time.

[ Man ]
♪Juicy fruit #
[ Woman ] ♪Juicy #

[ Chattering, Laughing ]
[ Dice Rattling ]

[ Continues ]

What's up? That's 500.

Game over, man. Now you mad.
You lost. Loser.

Hey, yo, Big.
Your baby mama on the phone.

Not right now, man.

All right, man. I got you.

# You're my sugar thing
My chocolate star #

Look, Big, have you written
some lyrics down yet?

Gotta find some inspiration.

# But you're the only one #

# That gives me good and plenty #

[ Moaning ]

[ Continues ]

- [ Zipper Opens ]
- Yeah? Yeah?
How that feel?

[ Mark ]
You ready to go in the studio, Big?
Puff's on his way over.

- Come on. Wake up. Pull that track up.
- We don't pay you to sleep.

# Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
the livest one #

# Representing B.K. to the fullest
Gats I pull it #

[ Laughing ]
# Bastards ducking
when Big be buckin' #

# Chickenheads be cluckin'
in my bathroom fuckin' #

# It ain't nothing

- [ Laughs ]
- Yo, uh, any time you wanna stop playin'.

Drop the drum.
[ Starts ]

# U h #

# It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine #

# Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D
up in the limousine #

# Hanging pictures on my wall #

# Every Saturday, RapAttack
Mr. Magic, Marley Marl #

# I let my tape rock
till my tape popped #

# Smoking weed and bamboo
sipping 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 #

- [ Puffy ]
That's that money, baby!
- That's fire. That's fire.

# Born sinner
The opposite of a winner #

- Yo, he ain't write this down?
- I don't even know.

I mean, I think.

Tell you the truth,
I'm a little fucked up right now.

# I'm blowin' up
like you thought I would #

# Call the crib
Same numbers, same hood #
Yeah, Big.

# It's all good
Uh #

# And if you don't know
now you know, nigga

[ Biggie Narrating ]
That shit just clicked.
Puffy gave it that gloss.

The way them snares
hitting them vocals dropped,

he took that track
from 1 00 percent to 200 percent.

They started saying we brought
the funk back to hip-hop.

All I know is,
I was doing what I always did.

[ Man ] Bad Boy Records
is taking over the rap game
with Craig Mack burning up the charts.

And now everybody's excited about
the Notorious B.I.G.'s debut album,
Ready to Die.

[ Craig Mack ]
♪Just like uniblab
robotic kickin' flab #

# My flavor be the badder
chitter-chatter
Madder than the Mad Hatter #

# I bet you my shit come out fatter
Got the data #

[ Biggie Narrating ]
If they didn't know
Puff Daddy and Biggie Smalls before,

they damn sure knew us now.

# The king is what I mean
I mean #

# My man, get a cup
and put some change inside your hand #

# Now hold up
Let's make this official #

# Everybody, let's agree
that M.C.'s need a tissue #

# The funk's my only issue
I bet your mama miss you #

This is my man, right here.
# And I bet the Mack take off
like an M.X. missile #

# No more of your whinin'
on the charts climbin' #

# As I make the funk
kickin' out harder than a diamond #

# And if you didn't know
who's rhymin' #

# I guess I'm gonna say Craig Mack
with perfect timin' #

# You won't be around next year #

# My rap's too severe
Kickin' mad flava in your ear #
# Kick his ass #

# Here comes the brand-new
flava in your ear #

# Time for new flava in your ear #

# I'm kickin' new flava
in your ear #

# Mack's the brand-new
flava in your ear #

# Craig Mack, 1 ,000 degrees #

# You'll be on your knees
You'll be burnin', begging please #

# Brother, freeze #

# Deep-booted funk smoke
that leaves your brains booted #

# This bad M.C.
with stamina like Bruce Jenner #

# The winner
Tasting M.C.'s for dinner #

# You're crazy like that glue
to think that you could outdo my one-two #

# That's sick like the flu #
# Shake 'em down #

- How y'all been?
- [ Crowd Cheering ]

I wanna thank each and every one of y’all
for helping us celebrate
the Ready to Die album. Thank you.

- [ Cheering ]
- 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!

[ Song Changes ]

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-Stuyvesant
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 fuckin' #
B.K. all day.

# It ain't nothing
They know Big be handlin' #

# With the MAC in the Ack door panelin' #

# 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.

[ Biggie ] What's up, homey?
Congratulations!

We doing it.

- You shining, baby. Congratulations!
- Get my man a bottle.

- [ Tupac ]
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 fuck you saying?

Shit. I'm a bad boy!

- [ Laughing ]
- [ Man ] Yo, Pac, Big. Can I get you to say
a couple words for the camera?

Man, fuck your camera!
No, I'm fucking with you. Come on.
[ Laughing ]

Hey, yo, check it out,
motherfucker! I'm Tupac.

I'm chilling here with my homeboy
the Notorious B.I.G. on the scene.

We about to take y'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 shit.

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 bitches
with your money.

That's right, nigga. You'll see.
Come get some, motherfucker!

If I ain't holdin' my dick,
I'm sleepin' and then
you holdin' it, bitch!

[ Camera Shutter Clicks ]
[ Flash Unit Charges ]

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.

- [ Camera Shutter Clicking ]
- [ Puffy ] 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.

Everybody, take 1 0 minutes.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
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.

[ Exhales ]

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.

[ Clicks Tongue ]
[ Sighs ]

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.
[ Laughs ]

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?

[ Imitating Beat Box ]
[ Vocalizing ]

# 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
Ta-da!

[ Laughs ]
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
Check it out #

[ Clamoring ]
# 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 storytelling is the shit. For real.
I could picture everything
you're rapping about.

- Shit is like a fucking movie.
- For real, man.

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

Right there.
I do all this for you, baby.

- [ All ]
I love you, Big Poppa!
- I love y'all, too.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
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, forsaking all others,
to always be faithful.

You know me about a month, Big.
Don't say it if you’re not ready.

And, forsaking all others,
to always be true.

With the power vested in me,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

[ Hip-hop ]

# You got it goin' on #

[ Continues ]

Let's get it.

Come on!

# U h, 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 shit
Handle it like a real bitch #

# 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, bitch, stop being so fucking difficult.
- Who you calling a bitch, nigga?

You wasn't talking that shit when
you was eating my pussy the other night.

Turn that shit off.
[ Stops ]

- Are you out of your fucking mind?
- Are you out of yours?

- Since when do you start treating me like a ho?
- She's my wife.

And what the fuck am I?

Someone whose ass I took
out of the fucking department stores.

Ain't that what you wanted?

You said, "I got you."

Shit.
"No one's gonna hurt you no more."

Look, this fucking recording studio
ain't big enough
for all that personal shit.

What do you see in her that you
don't see in me? I want to know.

You're my fucking artist.
All right?

You're my fucking artist.

That's all I am to you, Big?

Do the fucking song.

- [ Cheering ]
- [ Hip-hop ]

# Throw your motherfucking hands
in the air #

# Throw your motherfuckin' hands
in the air #

# Check it out #

- # Somebody say, "B.I.G." #
- B.I.G.!

- # Say, "B.I.G." #
- B.I.G.!

Everybody put your middle fingers
in the air like this and turn it like this!

# Check it and let me hear you say #

- # "Fuck that side" #
- Fuck that side!

- # Say, "Fuck that side" #
- Fuck that side!

# Say, "Fuck that side" #

[ Audience ]
Fuck that side!

# Who the fuck is this paging me
at 5:46 in the mornin' #

# Crack of dawnin'
now I'm yawnin' #

# Wipe the cold out my eyes #

# See who's this pagin' me and why #

# It's my nigga Pop
from the barbershop #

# Told me he was in the gamblin' spot
I heard the intricate plot #

# Some niggas wanna stick me
like flypaper, neighbor #

# Slow down, love
Please chill, drop the caper #

# Remember them niggas
from the hill up in Brownsville #

# That you rolled dice wit'
Smoked blunts and got nice wit' #

# Yeah, my nigga Fame
up in Prospect #

# Nah, that's my nigga
Nah, love wouldn't disrespect #

# I didn't say dem
They schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when #

# When you was
clockin' minor figures #

# Now they heard you
blowin' up like nitro #

# And they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow #

# So, thank Fame for warnin' me
'cause now I'm warnin' you #

# I got the mack nigga
Tell me what you gonna do #

Damn!
# Niggas wanna stick me for my paper #

Damn!
# Niggas wanna stick me
for my paper #

# Do my ladies run this motherfucker

[ In Unison ]
Hell, yeah!

[ Vocalizing ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

Hello.

Is Chris home?
No.

Know when he'll be back?

I don't.
Is there a message?

Um

Tell him he needs to visit his daughter
every once in a while.

For this next song right here,
on this side!

- # Yeah #
- And on that side!

Yo, and in the middle
I want everybody in the building
to throw your hands in the air!

# 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 #

# Hanging pictures on my wall #

# Every Saturday, RapAttack
Mr. Magic, Marley Marl #

# I let my tape rock till my tape popped #

# Smoking weed and bamboo
Sipping 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 Starsky #

# I'm blowin' up
like you thought I would #

# Call the crib
same number, same hood
It's all good #

# And if you don't know
now you know #

- Ladies!
- [ In Unison ]
You know very well!

- # I can't hear you #
- Who you are!

- # A little louder #
- Don't let 'em hold you down!

# And if you don't know
now you know #

# 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 Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to dis 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 played 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' five karats
in my baby girl's ear #

# 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, huh #
- # Yeah #

# And if you don't know
now you know, nigga #

- Everyone!
- I can't hear you!

- Everyone!
- A little louder!

- # And if you don't know now you know
- [Faith] So how's Philly?

I had females crying for me
like I was Michael Jackson and shit.

[ Faith ]
Well, tell them hos to beat it.

You had a a visitor, by the way.

Your ex came over.
Jan?

Yeah.
What the hell does she want?

For you to spend time
with your daughter.

I do spend time with my daughter,
whenever I can.

I'm breaking Jan off
every motherfucking week with cash.

- Giving money ain't the same thing.
- Whose side are you on?

- You have to ask?
- My bad.

[ Laughs ]
So check it.

Mark met some chick, so I may let them
use my suite tonight, so don't bother calling.

You're letting Mark use your room?

Yeah, it ain't nothing.

It sounds stupid, that's all.

That's 'cause it is stupid.
But it's for my man, you know?

- All right. I love you.
- I love you, too, Fay.

[ Beeps ]

[ Dialing, Line Ringing ]

[ Woman ] Hello?
Hi.
Could you watch Chyna for me?

[ Woman ]
Yes?

Housekeeping.
No, thank you.

Sorry, ma'am.
I can't hear you through the door.

I said, no, thank you
[ Yells ]

- Shit!
- What the fuck?

- Fay, wait. Fay.
- What the fuck?

Fay, wait! Don't!

- Fucking bitch!
- Hey, FEW, wait. Fay-Fay.

- Shit! Fay! I wasn't even fucking her.
- [ Whimpering, Sobbing ]

Well, you should have been.

[ Whimpering, Sobbing Continue ]

[ Pop ]

# Now I remember #

# The way #

[ Backup Singers ]
# You used to love me #

# Baby, I remember the way #

[ Backup Singers ]
# I remember the days #

# Ohh-oh #

# You used to love me #

# I gave you
all my precious love #

# And anything you wanted #

# From me #

# You didn't hear me calling out #

# Calling for your warm affection #

# After all this time #

# You can't deny #

# What I'm feeling, ohh-oh-ohh #

# Ohh-ohh #

# And I stood right by #

[ Backup Singers ]
# Your side #

# Went through
all the hurt and pain #

# Then you turned
and walked away #

# I remember #
# I remember #

# You used to love me, baby #

# I remember #
# Ohh-oh-ohh #

# The days you used to love me #

# Ohh-oh-ohh, remember

[ Biggie ]
I don't know what else to do
but be real with you. I fucked up.

I miss being home
with you and Chyna.

I got caught up in some bullshit.

I'll never fuck up again, Fay-Fay.

Fay.

I don't know what else to say.

I just want to come home.

[ Humming ]

[ Imitating Beat Box ]

Ladies and gentlemen
Stupid.

[ Both Laugh ]

Nobody smile like you, Fay-Fay.

Forgive me, Fay-Fay?

Hmm?

[ Groans ]
Oh, shit!
[ Laughing ]

See what you did?

[ Biggie ]
I love you, Fay-Fay.

[ Faith ]
I love you too.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Things got cool with me and Faith,

so I took Junior M.A.F.I.A.
on the road.

But the smoother shit got with me and Fay,
the bumpier they got with me and Kim.

[ Emcee ]
Notorious B.I.G. presents...
[ Crowd Cheering, Applauding ]

Junior M.A.F.I.A. featuring Lil' Kim!

# Niggas, better grab a seat #

# Grab hold your dick
'cause this bitch get deep #

# Deeper than the pussy
of a bitch six feet #

# Stiff dicks feel sweet
in this little petite #

# Young bitch from the street
guaranteed to stay down #

# Used to bring work out of town
on Greyhound #

# Now I'm Billboard bound
Niggas, press to hit it #

# Play me like a chicken
Thinking I'm pressed to get it #

# Rather do the killin'
in the stick-up jooks #

# Rather count a million
while you eat my pussy #

# Push me to the limit
Get my feelings in it #

# Get me open
while I'm comin' down your throat #

# You wanna be
my main squeeze, nigga, don'tcha #

# You wanna lick
between my knees, nigga #

# Don'tcha wanna see me
whipping your three down the ave #

# Blow up spots on bitches
because I'm mad #

# Break up affairs
lick shots in the air #

# You get vexed
and start swinging everywhere #

# Me shifty
Now you want to pistol-whip me #

# Pull out your nine
while I cock on mine #

# Know what, nigga
I ain't got time for this #

# So what, nigga
I'm not trying to hear that shit #

# Now, you want to buy me
diamonds and Armani suits #

# Adrienne Vittadini
and Chanel nine boots #

# Things to make up
for all the games and the lies #

# Hallmark cards
saying, "I apologize" #

# Is you wit' me
How could you ever deceive me #

# The payback's a bitch
Motherfucker, believe me #

# Naw, I ain't gay
This ain't no lesbo flow #

♪Just a little somethin'
to let you motherfuckers know #

# Get money, fuck bitches #

# Get money #
# Get money, fuck bitches

[ Hip-hop ]

[ Woman ]
That's that Biggie joint, baby.

"One More Chance"
officially got the number-one slot
on the chart this week.

Biggie!

I love you.

[ Continues ]

[Jay-Z ]
# We push the hottest V's
Peel fast through the city #

# Play Monopoly with real cash #

# Me and Biggie and the models be
shakin' they saditty ass #

# And parotta be somethin'
you cats got to see #

# And the watches be all types
and shapes of stones #

# Bein' broke is childish
and I'm quite grown #

# Run up in that club
with the ice on me and Paisan #

# Scope the spot out
see somethin' nice and I'm gone #

# You cats is home
screamin' the fight's on #

# I'm in the 1 ,500 seats
watchin' Tyson #

# Same night, same fight
but one of us cats ain't playin' right
I'll let you tell it #

# People, place yourselves
in the shoes of two felons #

# And tell me you won't ball
every chance you get
and any chance you hit #

# We live for the moment
Makes sense, don't it #

# Now make dollars
Cats pop bottles
bone chicks that favor Idalis #

# And rack up
frequent flier mileage #

[ Woman ]
# Gotta let it show
I love the dough #

# Hey, I love the dough
more than you know #

# Gotta let it show
I love the dough

- There he is.
- What's up, brother?

What's up? Looking good, baby.
How you doing? How's everything?

Everything good.
Good to see you.

- Here, you break.
- Oh, you want some of this?

- [ Chuckles ]
- Yo, Pac, can I get your autograph?

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

This shit ever trip you out?

What?
People wanting your autograph.
They actin' like it's 1 4 karats.

I had a kid come to me the other day,
tell me I was his hero.

But, I'm like, nah.
Malcolm X should be your hero.
Dr. King.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
That was Pac.

A revolutionary one minute,
a thug-life motherfucker the next.

Ask 1 0 people who Pac is
and you get 1 0 different answers.

But he was all that and more,

and sometimes he was just someone
who liked to fuck with you.

- Give me your money.
Take your little lunch money.
- Huh!

[ Biggie Narrating ]
But like Pac told me, the best time
would be when I was coming up.

Because once you on top,
you can only go down.

What's up, Dre?

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Pac was right. That night at Quad Studios
changed everything.

Hey, yo! What's up, Pac?

- Hey! What up, Cease?
- You coming up?

- Yeah, I got a gig on the 1 2th floor.
- All right. I'm gonna go tell Big.

Yeah!

[ Hip-hop ]

Hey, yo, Big.
I just saw your boy Pac downstairs.

Yeah?
Go get him.

All right.

You know Big and them on the 1 0th floor.
They in a session.
Yeah? How their session going?

Come on, man.
You know he doing his thing.

Just make sure they're working.
We gotta make sure this paper's flowing.

Yo, I hope Pac got some
of that good weed, man.

They say, "Puff, puff, pass."
But if it's that good,
I ain't passing nothing.

[ Gunshots, Faint ]

[ Shouting, Grunting ]

- Yo, get those motherfuckers
back in the elevator!
- Get the fuck back in the elevator, man!

Yo, Big, man! Pac is downstairs
getting rolled on, man!
They had the gun in my face!

Don't move. Stay here.
They're still down there.
Let me come with you, man!

[ Groaning ]
Fuck! Press 1 2.

Press 1 2!
[ Groaning Continues ]

Oh, fuck!

Motherfucker jacked me
in the lobby, man!

- [ Groans ]
- Pac!

[ Siren Blasts ]
Stop right there!

Hold on.
Shut the fuck up
and keep your hands in the air!

Yo, somebody call the ambulance.
Yo, Pac. What happened, Pac?

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Tupac didn't know
who the fuck to trust.

Get away from me.

Which one of y’all set me up?
I'm right here, motherfucker!

What? Huh? Fuck!

As far as he was concerned
Oh, shit.

everyone near was responsible,

Oh, shit. Fuck y'all, man!

including me.
[ Groaning Continues ]

[ Female Reporter ]
In the aftermath of the Tupac Shakur
shooting at Quad Studios...

the rapper-actor named
record producer Sean "Puffy" Combs

What? No!
This is full of shit.

Yo, Big, come on, man.
You don't need to be
watching this right now.

[ Biggie ]
I warned him about those guys.

Naming music producer Sean "Puffy" Combs
and the rapper Christopher Wallace

Now he's blaming me?
How the fuck could he say
I'd do some shit like that?

Yeah, they're full of it, man.
They wouldn't even let me
see him in the hospital.

Fuck it!
I'm gonna call him.

He know who shot him.
Yo, Big, hold up.

Yo, Big, hold up.
Big!

Yo, Big, ho Big, hold up.
Hey, Big, hold up, man.

They just found your man
guilty on that sex abuse.

He ain't thinking clearly right now.
You know what I'm saying?

Just give him some time.
Just give him some time,
let this cool down.

Shit doesn't make any sense.

At the Superior Court
where he faced a jury...

in the sex-abuse trial
brought against him last year.

He was acquitted
of six counts in the indictment
and found guilty of three others.

He now faces sentencing
and probable jail time.

[ Hip-hop ]
Hey, yo, check this out.
Let me tell y'all who the winner is.

And the winner is
[ Audience Applauding ]

Above the backboards and the rims.
You know what I'm saying?

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Pac went to jail
on the sex-abuse charge.

We thought all the bullshit
would die down,

but Suge Knight,
the owner of Death Row Records,
had something else in mind.

[ Audience Cheering ]
I'd like to tell Tupac to keep his guards up.
We riding with him.

And one other thing I'd like to say.

Any artists out there that want
to be artists and want to stay a star...

and don't don't have to worry
about the executive producer...

- [ Audience Murmuring, Booing ]
- all up in the videos, all on the records, dancin',

come to Death Row!

[ Audience Cheering ]
[ Murmuring,
Booing Continue ]

- Hell, yeah! West Side, boys!
- Yo, come on, man.

[ Reporter ]
Big, what is
the East Coast-West Coast rivalry?

- [ Reporters Clamoring ]
- Are you afraid for your life?

- Any further comments on Death Row?
- Biggie, what did Puff Daddy do?

Did you shoot Tupac?

[ Reporters Continue Clamoring ]

What are you going to do
now that Pac's getting out of jail?

Go, go!
Get us the fuck out of here!

[ Woman On Radio ] Pac and his people
have been saying that "Who Shot Ya?"
the joint Biggie came out with,

is trying to dis Pac about
the shooting at Quad Studios.

But Biggie's camp
is saying he wrote that song
before the shooting ever happened.

[ Man ]
And he stopped playing that song now.
[ Woman ] Yeah, he stopped playing the song.

And now Pac is coming out
with this new song getting at Biggie.
The whole thing is getting out of control.

The fans are choosing sides,
the labels are choosing sides.
[ Radio Clicks Off ]

What's up?

What? You're just gonna
sit there looking stupid?

- Yo, your boy's been wilding out, man.
- Who?

Pac. He's been on a mission
ever since Suge bailed him out of jail.

- [ Hip-hop ]
- # First off, fuck your bitch
and the clique you claim #

# West Side when we ride
come equipped with game #

# You claim to be a playa
but I fucked your wife #

# We bust on Bad Boy's niggas
Fuck for life #

# Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak #

[ Continues ]
That's some dumb shit.
I ain't sweating it.

# We keep on coming
while we running for your jewels #

# Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules #

# Little Caesar, go ask your homey
how I'll leave you #

# Cut your young ass up
leave you in pieces
Now be deceased #

# Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo ugly ass
off the street #

Where you get this from?
Got it from the store, man.
It's all over the place.

# So let the West Side ride tonight
[ Laughs ]

[ Banging On Door ]

Been singing
since I was in the choir
as a little girl.

[ Banging Continues ]
Go see what that is.

- Um, I'm sorry.
I don't know what's going on.
- Where the fuck is Faith?

Big, I'm doing an interview.
When were you going to tell me?

I gotta find out about it like this?
You fucked that motherfucker? Huh?

Come the fuck here.
[ Screaming ]

Get the fuck over here.
Let me talk to you.

You fucked that motherfucker?
Huh?
[ Whimpering ]

You want to fuck with niggas?
You want to fuck with niggas? Huh?
Get out of here!

Yo, Big, go downstairs, man.
You know somebody
called security by now!

Big, get the hell out!
[ Faith Sobbing ]

Get the hell out, man!

- What were you thinkin'?
- I wasn't fuckin' thinking.

I just fucking snapped, all right?
I just wanted to get the truth.

Yo, man, truth is your Pac, he trying
to bring you down to the gutter with him,

and you playing
right into his hands, Big.

I mean, well,
we can squabble,

but, yo, I just got finished signing
with Clive for $42 million.

And you getting $5 million, Big.
Don't mess that up.

Fay-Fay?
Come on, FEW, open the door.
I want to talk to you.

Come on, open the door.
Please.

Fay.

Can you open the door?

Fay!

What's going on?

Fuck you!

I don't even know
who the fuck you are anymore.

Can you listen for a minute?

Fay, just listen to me for a minute.
It's over.

I'm sorry about bugging the fuck out.
I'm sorry about a lot of things.

Why couldn't you just be a man
and ask me?

Okay, I'm asking.
What happened with you and Pac?

I saw him at the House of Blues.

We took that picture,
and that's all it was supposed to be.

And that's all there was.

End of story.

Okay.
Maybe now you have an idea
what it feels like to be cheated on.

I'm not bragging, Fay, but I could have
had 1 0 bitches a day if I wanted.

So go have 1 0, 20.
I don't give a fuck.

I ain't mean that.

[ Humming ]

No, Chris.

I'm not laughing.

Not anymore.
Come on, Fay.

[ Door Opens, Slams ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ]
Damn!

What?
This Notorious?

Yeah.
You gonna be wearing
a toe tag, nigga.

Who this?
West Coast, motherfucker.

- What size are these?
- Those are 1 4s like you asked.

These ain't no fucking 1 4s.

Fucking 1 2s.
These ain't no fucking 1 4s.

All right, everybody out.
Cease, go get the car!

Everybody out!
All these fucking problems.

Out, people.
Come on. Come on.
Hey, Mark, y'all playing around.

You ain't doing your job!
Y'all sent over
the wrong size shoes!

Y'all sent the wrong size shoes!
Now he ain't going on!

I ain't got time
for no temper tantrum!

Look, you need to chill, Puff.
He's got a lot on his mind right now.

What? He stressed out
about them Death Row niggas
in the audience?

Big ain't worried about it.
It ain't that, man. Fay's pregnant.

How'd that knucklehead
get her pregnant?
I thought they was broke up.

All this soap opera drama.
Yo, Big!

I'm not going on.
Big, come on, man.
Don't do this to me.

Don't do this to yourself!
I've done just about every fucking thing
you have ever asked of me.

All I want in return
is some motherfucking shoes that fit.

Yo, man, yo, man.

There you go dancing again.
Yeah.

- Maybe I take my shoes too seriously.
- Size 1 4, I would take them seriously.

[ Sighs ]

I know lately that it ain't been easy.

Pac is talking about us.

The media is doing whatever they can to keep
this East Coast-West Coast thing going on.

I wanna be the last cat still standing.

I'm hoping
that you want the same thing.

Yo, look, I just got these from Big Sexy.

They ain't fly or nothin',
but they gonna have to work, baby.

I used to sling rock for nice kicks.
Now look at me.

This your idea
of us changing the world?

We can't change the world
unless we change ourselves.

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

Yo, Big.
What now, huh, motherfucker? Huh?
West Side, motherfucker!

Now you on the best side!
What you gonna do now, bitch?
Huh? Huh, motherfucker?

- Let me talk to you, man.
- Your bitch ass set me up!

What you gotta say now, motherfucker?
That's why I fucked your wife!

Oh! He got the strap!
He got the strap!

- You set me up, motherfucker!
- He got the strap.

- [ Shutters Clicking ]
- Let's go!

- What the fuck?
Come on, man! West Side, bitch!
- Catch you on the rebound, big boy.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
Me and Pac should have said,
"Fuck that bullshit.

Let's go somewhere
and talk this shit out."

But the fact is,
we were both way beyond that now.

[ Engine Starts ]

The media went crazy.

It had nothing to do with hip-hop
but everything to do
with selling papers and magazines.

- If it ain't New York, it ain't shit.
- West Side, Compton in the house!

- We got Biggie. We got everybody.
- We got Pac. We got Dre.

- Play our shit on the East Coast.
- None of that shit get played
in the clubs in the Bronx.

We created all this rap shit anyway.
East Coast.

West Side!
They might think they started the game,
but we elevated that motherfucker.

Tupac knows what he's talking about.
He talks about the hood. He talks about
what's actually going on on the streets.

I know Big set him up.
That's why my man Pac
came back with "Hit 'Em Up."

That's some bullshit.
Set him up?

Biggie wrote "Who Shot Ya?"
because he got
something to do with Pac.

Big wrote "Who Shot Ya?"
months before that shit went down with Pac.

How is Pac gonna really think
that Biggie would set him up like that?

- Fuck West Coast. Man, they can eat
a motherfucking dick.
- I don't give a fuck if you think it's gangsta.

- Fuck Compton, man.
- Fuck the East Coast.
- Fuck the West Coast.

That's what the fuck I think about
the motherfucking East motherfucking Coast.

[ Hip-hop ]

# Just give me the loot
Give me the loot #
# Money, money, money #

# Give me the loot
give me the loot #

- # Money, money, money #
- # Give me the loot, give me the loot #

# I'm a bad, bad man #

# 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 trying to get this paper, G
You with me #

# Motherfucking right
My pocket's looking kind of tight #

# And I'm stressed
Yo, Biggie, let me get the vest #

# No need for that
Just grab the fucking gat #

# The first pocket that's fat
let's take it to his back #

# Word is bond
Yo, no fronting, yo, don't fake no moves #

# Treat it like boxing
Stick and move, stick and move #

# Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit #

# I've been robbing motherfuckers
since the slave ships #

# With the same clip
and the same 4-5 #

[ Booing, Murmuring ]

[ Continues ]
Yo, enough. Cut that.

- [ Stops ]
- [ Murmuring, Shouting ]

[ Man ]
Shut that shit down!

- Yo, put that joint on.
- Big, what you doing?

Sometimes you gotta rise above it.
Sometimes you gotta step on in.

- Don't sing that song, man.
- I got to.

Yo, check it out. This industry will turn
your best friends into your worst enemies.

Pac warned me,
but I didn't believe him.

This song was made months ago.

He probably won't believe me.
Maybe nobody will.

But frankly, I don't give a fuck.

Drop that joint, DJ Enuff.

- [ Hip-hop ]
- # Who shot ya #

# Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep these Brooklyn streets #

# It's on, nigga
Fuck all that bickering beef♪

# I can hear sweat
trickling down your cheek #

# Your heartbeat sounds
like Sasquatch feet #

# Thundering
shaking the concrete #

# Finish this stuff
when I foil the plot #

# Neighbors called the cops
when they heard mad shots #

# Rolling in the drop
three in the corner #

# Slaughter, electrical tape
around your daughter #

# Old school, new school
need to learn, though #

# I burn, baby, burn
like "Disco Inferno" #

# Burn slow like blunts with yayo #

# Peel more skins than Idaho potato #

# Niggas know the lyrical molesting
is taking place #

# Fucking with B.I.G., it ain't safe #

# I make your skin chafe
Rough to the masses #

# Bumps and bruises
Cuffs and Land Cruisers #

# Big Poppa smash fools, hash fools #

# Niggas mad because they know
that cash rules everything around me #

# Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker
whispering about mines #

# And I'm Crooklyn's finest #

# You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this #

# As we proceed
to give you what you need #

# East Coast #

# Bad Boy #

# I seen the light
excite all the freaks #

# Stack mad bread
Mad love with my peeps #

# Niggas wanna creep
got to watch my back #

# Think the cognac and indo
sack make me slack #

# I switches all that
cock-sucker G's up #

# One false move
get Swiss-cheesed up #

# Clip to tec
respect, I demand it #

# Slip and break
the 11th commandment #

# Thou shalt not fuck
with North C Poppa #

# Feel a thousand deaths
Then I drop ya #

# I feel for you like Chaka Khan
I'm the don #

# Pussy when I want
Rolex on the arm #

# You'll die slow but calm

[ Continues, Fades ]

[ TV: Anchorwoman ]
Headline news
at the top of the hour.

Right now we've got some
breaking news for you out of Las Vegas.

An apparent drive-by shooting
targeting rapper-actor Tupac Shakur.

- Hey, yo, Big, come in here, man!
- At the time of the shooting

What the hell
you hollering about?

Shakur was accompanied
by his producer, Suge Knight.

Police are not yet
indicating any suspects.

However, eyewitnesses reported
hearing multiple gunshots.

Shakur was airlifted to
the Las Vegas University Medical Center
with four gunshot wounds...

and is reported to be
in critical condition.

What the fuck?

[ Sighs ]

I pray all this East Coast-West Coast
mess is over now.

I saw his mother on TV.

She's a strong woman.

But no parent
should have to bury their child.

I just always figured
we had time to straighten things out.

You don't think this had anything to do
with your argument?

No.

I don't.

Well, nobody is invincible, Son.

That's why we have to
make everything we do now count.
[ TV: Biggie Talking, Indistinct ]

I'm chilling with my man Pac,
who schooled me to the game and shit.
Know what I'm sayin'?

Now we about to wreak havoc
on you motherfuckers, man.
Know what I'm sayin'?

I don't know
when the hell they'll fix your truck,

but I'll get us home before
we're seen in this piece of shit.

I don't care, Cease.
Just drive.

Watch out!

[ Biggie Narrating ]
In that one moment,
I had that thought again.

Dying would be better
than dealing with this shit.

[ Man On TV ]
I was leaving, and I was sitting
in a hotel, and a voice said,

"Do you see any niggers?"

And I said, "No."
And it said, "You know why?
'Cause there aren't any."

Yeah, I been here three weeks,
I haven't even said it.
[ Doorbell Rings ]

I ain't gonna never call
another black man nigger.

Look at you. Your mama should
have never let you out the house.

Oh, shit.
[ TV Clicks Off]

I can't believe it.
Oh, bro, what's going on?

- When did you get out?
- Yesterday.

- You picked up some weight.
- Man, look who's talking.

[ Laughs ]
Damn.

Wow.

Biggie motherfuckin' Smalls.
I'm proud of you, dog.

When the brothers in the pen
found out you was my boy,
I got mad love.

Yeah?
How much love did you get?

Man, fuck you, bitch.
[ Laughing ]

D Roc, there's not a day that don't go by
when I don't think about what you did for me.

I set some paper aside for you.

I didn't do it for no payoff.

If shit was reversed, I don't know how
I could do that bid for you like that.

Well, if shit was reversed, I don't know if
I could have been strong enough to make it.

Making it?
[ Chuckles ]

It ain't all it's cracked up to be.

More money, more problems.

- Beats the corner.
- Guess so.

Hey, yo.

Little D Roc was born
when I was locked up.

- Look at him, man.
- [ Chuckles ]

I'm just gettin' to know him
and shit.

So how's Tee-Tee doing, huh?

Okay. I guess.

I'm gonna check you out
a little later on, all right?

You know, neither one of us
had our fathers around
to teach us how to be men.

We were just learning
as we was going along.

But maybe making it
ain't just about the shit you do onstage.

You a philosopher now?

[ Laughing ]

Man, I think everyone that's in the pen
is a philosopher.

But when you're on your back,
laying on that cot...

you spend a lot of time
staring at the ceiling,

looking for God,

thinking about what's important.

Keep making it, Chris.

[ Puffy ]
You gotta let me know
whether it's the streets or the studio.

[ Baby Cooing ]
[ Lil' Kim ]
You got me?

[ Voletta ]
You think that makes you a man?

You be a great father.

[ Biggie ]
What if I don't make it?

[ Faith ]
I love you too.

We gonna be all right,
just you and me.

[ Girl ]
You're too fat, black, and ugly.

[ Faith ]
I don't even know
who the fuck you are anymore.

Are you a bad guy trying to be good,
or a good guy trying to be bad?

[ Hip-hop ]

And I want you to know

# That these are the breaks #

# Break it up, break it up, break it up #

[ Laughing ]

[ Phone Ringing ]
Now go play.
That's my girl.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Beeps ]

- Hello?
- Hey. What you doing?

- I'm just kicking it with my daughter.
- How's the leg?

It's all right.

- I got one more stop, and then
I'm on my way. You need anything?
- That's not a good idea.

- What isn't?
- I'm just here kicking it with my daughter.

- You were the one
who told me to come over.
- I'll call you later.

I'm done with this.
I'm sick of you treating me like shit.

You know what, nigga?
Don't even bother calling. All right?
Fuck you.

Fuck you too, bitch.

Come here, Tee-Tee.

I'm gonna teach you something
I never want you to forget.

Another rap?

No. More important
than any rap song.

Look at me.

See, you're my princess.

So no matter what,
for any reason,

never let a man call you a bitch.

You got it?
Yes, Daddy.

You sure you got it?
You better have it, you hear?
Yes.

Hey, yo, isn't that Sandy?

- Yo, she used to be a crackhead.
- [ Boy Laughing ]

People dying
for that next Biggie Smalls joint.

Tell me the reason why you're here
'cause you ready
to get back in the studio.

I think I am, Puff,
but there's a couple of things
I wanna talk to you about.

What's on your mind, Big?

I can't talk about
the same shit anymore.

A motherfucker's a work in progress.
You know what I'm sayin'?

But I ain't hustling
on the streets no more.

I got two kids. Half the time
I don't even feel like the same cat.

I wanna do something different.

So if it's cool
to try some new shit,

I'm ready to come back.

Yeah.
[ Laughing ]

What?
The Notorious baby What?

Uh-huh.
You ready?
Yeah, yeah.

Ready to run the world?
Ready to take it?
Ain't trippin'.

I don't see nobody. What's up?
I'm walking around, don't see nobody.
You know how we do it.

All right.
That's what I'm talking about.

Yo, welcome back, Biggie.
Let's get it.

# Wit' my counterparts
on how to burn the block apart #

# Break it down into sections
Drugs by the selection #

# Some use pipes
Others use injections #

# Syringe sold separately
Frank the deputy #

# Quick to grab my Smith and Wesson
like my dick was missin' #

# To protect my position
my corner, my layer #

# While we out here
say the hustler's prayer #

# If the game shakes me or breaks me
I hope it makes me a better man #

# Take a better stand
Put money in my mom's hand #

# Get my daughter this college plan
so she don't need no man #

# Stay far from timid
Only make moves when ya heart's in it #

# And live the phrase
Sky's The Limit #

# Motherfucker
See you chumps on top #

[ Backup Singers ]
# Sky is the limit
and you know that you keep on #

# Just keep on pressin' on #

[ Laughing ]
[ Continues ]

What's up?

Uh-huh.

I did it.

I'm the greatest!

Yeah.

# Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit #

[ Continues ]
[ Line Ringing ]

U h-huh!

Yo, Big, wake up.
Wake up, baby.
[ Biggie Moans ]

We got the 7:30 flight 504.
504.

Going to L.A.X.
Cali?

No doubt, baby. California.
Yeah.

[ Voletta ]
I don't like you going out there.

I think me being in L.A.
is gonna finally put an end to all of this.

Besides, I'm just promoting the album.
I'll be home soon.

Mmm.

Hey, Ma. I'm proud of you.

Proud of me? For what?

Fighting cancer,
then getting your master's,
sticking with it,

even with everything
you've been through.

Thank you.

I want you to be careful,
Chrissy-poo.

I hate it when you call me that.

I forgot.
You're all grown-up now.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
West Coast rappers were still scared
to come to the East Coast,

and East Coast rappers
were scared to come out west,

but it was time
to put an end to all this shit.

So I went to Cali
to promote my album.

Y'all see how sexy I looked last night
at the Soul Train Awards?

- Yeah. We saw you.
- I gotta stay out here
and promote the album.

You think T'yanna could come out?

Maybe my moms could bring her?

Um

Okay.

I wouldn't have a problem with that.

Thanks, man.
These shits are hot!

I'm gonna holler at you later,
all right?

Yeah, man.
Oooh! [ Chuckling ]

- Man, that shit look real good, man.
- My mom's gonna love this.

23rd Psalm.
This joint is bangin'.

- So we going to the party tonight or what?
- My ass too tired.

- Folks wanna see you.
- [ Phone Ringing ]

- Yeah.
- It's hot as shit here in Cali.

- You tell that fat motherfucker
he's not gonna make it out of L.A. alive.
- Fuck you, motherfucker. We ain't hidin'!

- Another one?
- Yeah, man.

Fuck it.
We in Cali, right?

- Man, we going out tonight.
- All right, man, fuck it.

[ Female Anchor ]
Hip-hop royalty from both coasts
are out on the town here in L.A. tonight.

Vibe magazine is hosting a major party
in honor of yesterday’s Soul Train Awards,

and some big names
are expected to attend.

[ Phone Ringing ]
Hello?

You coming to the party?
Yeah, we on our way
over there right now.

- I thought you were going to London.
- I was, but I gotta stay here
and promote the album.

So when you get back to New York,
I want you to send C.J.
out here with my moms.

Jan's letting me scoop up T'yanna,
so I need my son to be here.

All right,
we can work that out.

Let's talk later.

[ Hip-hop ]

# Ha, sicker than your average #

# Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think shit stink #

# Pink gators, my Detroit players #

# Timbs for my hooligans
in Brooklyn #

# Dead right, if they head right
Biggie there #

[ Dispatcher ]
1 -Mary-Queen-1 1 -Rogers.

# Bruise crews who do something to us #

# Talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us #

# Who, us
Yeah, Poppa and Puff♪

[ Rapping Along ]
# Close like Starsky and Hutch
Stick the clutch #

# Dare I squeeze three
at your cherry M-3 #

# Bang every M.C. easily, easily #

# Recently niggas fronting
ain't saying nothing #

# So I just speak my piece
keep my peace #

# Cubans with the Jesus piece
with my peeps #

Yo, we in L.A.! We in L.A.!

- [ Continues ]
- Yo, you feel the love we getting up here?

- I just wanna give it all back.
- [ Laughing ]

Yeah, Puff. I told you
they gonna feel this record, baby.

Sound like you just did,
and we ain't even done yet.

Let's change the world, Big.

Can't change the world
unless we change ourselves.

[ Biggie Narrating ]
I think all my life
I was trying to become a man,

but for some reason on this night
I didn't have to try anymore.

My second album was about to drop,

and it felt like God was giving me
a clean slate all over again.

[ Emcee ]
Unfortunately, we being shut down.
We done burn it up in here tonight.

Fire marshal's in the house
and we got to go.

Please exit to the far left.

We should just chill.
Let them clear out first, all right?

[ Shutters Clicking ]

You're the man.
Everybody love you right now, son.

Yo, look.
We got shit to do in the morning.

Hotel, baby.
All right?
All right.

What's up?

I just wanted to say sorry and shit.

When I get back to New York,
why don't we just sit down
and figure out what the fuck we doing?

No more drama.

We could do that.

You all right?

I'm good.
Guess what.

- I bought my own truck.
- Oh, shit. For real?

- Black Lex.
- You owe me a ride.

- All over Brooklyn.
- [ Chuckles ]

- It's a date.
- I got you.

- Later, Mookie.
- Later.

- Let's hit it.
- Whoa, whoa, let's roll.
Let's roll, y'all.

[ All Chattering ]

We out.
Car's over there.
Let's go.

[ Chattering Continues ]

See y'all at the hotel!

[ Stereo: Hip-hop ]

[ Stereo ]
# I'm going, going
back to, back to Cali, Cali #

We back, baby, we back!
We back on top, baby!
No doubt. We did it.

[ Continues ]

Look at that!
What's up, ma?
What's up?

Oh, you're looking fine!
[ Woman ]
Going to the after party?

- Wherever you're headed, ma.
You feel me?
- Where y'all going?

Let's go to the show!
Shit! Where y'all goin'?

[ Continues ]

You okay?
You okay? Get up!

- Yo, what's up? What's up?
- [ All Shouting ]

Let's get out of here, man!
Let's get to a hospital!

Get in! Go! Drive!

[ Shouting Continues ]

Come on, get us to the hospital!
Just shut up, man!
Drive! Drive!

[ Woman ]
# Now the day is over #

# Night is drawing nigh #

# Shadows of the evening #

# Steal across the sky #

# Now the darkness gathers #

# Stars begin to peek #

# Sun and birds and flowers #

# They are sound asleep

Ms. Wallace, if there's anything
anything that you need, I

I wanna take my son home
just one last time.

[ Faith ]
You need some help, Ms. Wallace?

Oh, no, sweetheart.
You just had a baby.
You sit right here and relax.

- Can I hold my grandson now?
- One minute, Ma.

[ Gasps ]
[ Laughing ]

[ Laughing ]
All right.

Thanks for bringing him.
You're welcome.

This little nigga
like a light-skinned you.

Can't this motherfucker
be in the world one week
before being called a nigga?

As if "motherfucker"
is really that much better.

- [ All Laughing ]
- Both of y’all need to watch your language
around my grandchildren.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Come on, it's time to eat.

I'll take the baby so you can eat.

Uh! Say grace.

Dear God.

Thank you.

- That's it?
- Yeah.

[ All Giggling ]

I thought it was perfect.

[ Bystanders
Shouting, Cheering, Faint ]

[ Cheering, Louder ]

We loved him too!

Biggie Smalls!

[ Voletta ]
My son, Christopher Wallace,
told stories.

Some of them were funny,
some of them were sad,

some of them were violent,

but people listened.

I'm saddened that his life
was cut down at the age of 24,

but I find solace
in knowing that he became a man...

and he was ready to live.

As I looked out at all those faces...

something happened.

Someone in the crowd
turned on their radio...

and I could hear my son's voice.

[ Stereo: Hip-hop ]

# Hah, sicker than your average Poppa #

# Twist cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think shit stink #

# Pink gators, my Detroit players #

# Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn #

# Dead right, if they head right
Biggie there every night #

# Poppa been smooth
since days of Underoos #

# Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews
who do something to us, talk go through us #

# Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who, us #

# Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch #

# Stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 #

# Bang every M.C. easily, easily #
Take that! Ha-ha-ha!

# Recently niggas fronting
ain't saying nothing #

# So I just speak my piece
keep my peace #

# Cubans with the Jesus piece
with my peeps #

# Packing, asking who want it, you got it
Nigga, flaunt it #

# That Brooklyn bullshit
we on it #

[ Woman ]
# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways #

# I guess that's why they broke
and you're so paid #

# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie
can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways #

# I guess that's why they broke
and you're so paid #

[ Biggie ]
# I put hos in N.Y. onto DKNY #

# Miami, D.C. prefer Versace #
That's right.

# All Philly hos go with Moschino #

# Every cutie wit' a booty
bought a Coogi #

# Now who's the real dookie
meaning who's really the shit #

# Them niggas ride dicks
Frank White push the sticks #

# On the Lexus LX
four and a half♪

# Bulletproof glass tints
if I want some ass #

# Gonna blast squeeze first
ask questions last #

# That's how most of
these so-called gangsters pass #

# At last, a nigga rappin' 'bout
blunts and broads, tits and bras #

# Ménage à trois
sex in expensive cars #

# I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment #

# At my arraignment
note for the plaintiff♪

# Your daughter's tied up
in a Brooklyn basement #

# Face it, not guilty
That's how I stay filthy #

# Richer than Richie
till you niggas come and get me #

[ Woman ]
# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways #

# I guess that's why they broke
and you're so paid #

# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie
can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways #

# I guess that's why they broke
and you're so paid #

[ Biggie ]
# I can fill ya wit' real millionaire shit #

# Escargot, my car go 1 60 swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one #

# Your crew run run run
your crew run run #

# I know you sick of this
name brand nigga wit' flows #

# Girls say he's sweet like licorice #

# So get with this nigga
It's easy #

# Girlfriend, here's a pen
call me 'round 1 0:00 #

# Come through
Have sex on rugs that's Persian #

# Come up to your job
hit you while you working, for certain #

# Poppa freakin', not speakin'
Leave that ass leakin' #

# Like rapper demo
Tell them hos, take they clothes off slowly #

# Hit em wit' the force like Obi
dick black like Toby #

# Watch me roam like Romey
Lucky they don't owe me #

# Where the safe
Show me, homey #
Say what? Homey.

[ Woman ]
# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways #

# I guess that's why they broke
and you're so paid #

# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie
can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways #

# I guess that's why they broke
and you're so paid #

# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways #

# I guess that's why they broke
and you're so paid #

# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie
can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways #

# I guess that's why they broke
and you're so paid #

# Biggie, Biggie, Biggie
can't you see #

# Sometimes your words
just hypnotize me #

# And I just love your flashy ways

[ R&B ]
[ Man ]
Uh-huh.

I ain't even good with writin'.
I don't even write shit.

I just felt...

I had to write this letter to Big.
[ Woman Vocalizing ]

# Yeah, yeah #
Niggas is actin' like

Letter to Big.

Oh, yo.

[ Man Rapping ]
# Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace #

# Yeah, it's your boy Kiss
I just wanted to holler #

# In your memory
I keep a Coogi in my closet #

# Kangol on the rack
a fresh pair of Wallies #

# You know I'm still
the liquor and the weed child #

# And still got Branson on speed dial #

# And everybody's the king now #

# You ain't gotta be nice
Gettin' shot is the thing now #

# M.A.F.I.A. was doin' they best
They separated #

# Now Roc and Gutta doin' a stretch, uh, yeah
Kim is still in it to win it #

# I seen Money L a while ago
but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute #

# People in power is queer #

# I could go on for a year
about how would it be if you were still here #

# The game got cheaper
rappers is more commercially successful now #

# But the heart's a lot weaker #

# You know me
Still got the flow that'll pop speakers #

# First option on offense
the top feature #

# It's easy, Big
All you need is a Pro Tools set #

# And I ain't touch the paper
that I was supposed to yet #

# Everybody that's somebody
show respect #

# Only a matter of time
before they notice that #

# I'm an impeccable lyricist, yeah #

# And with the right mechanics
I could take over, be clear of this #

# They well aware of Kiss
the light of the city #

# And I ain't on the label no more
but I'm tighter with Diddy #

# I got my own plan
Handle mine like a grown man #

# Long as I know I'm nice
fuck it, I'm my own fan #

# Remixed the joints you had #

# But they could never ever
duplicate your swag, never #

# Meanwhile I'm-a keep it so
on my lil' plans #

# And you might bump into
a few of my lil' mans #

# Up there steppin' with God #

# Down here Mister C. in B.K.
is still reppin' you hard, hard #

# T'yanna so pretty
C.J. turned into a Lil' Biggie #

♪Just a little lighter
but so witty #

# On your born day
we get the highest #

# Groovy still the best with the garments
He keep me the flyest #

# Tonight Patrón is dead #

# Only right that I take a bottle
of Bacardi Limón to the head #

# And before I end it
I gotta say thanks #

# 'Cause not only was your time well-spent
it was splendid, thanks #

# Miss you, my nigga #

# One love #
[ Woman ]
# We tried so hard to understand #

# We tried so hard
to understand #

# Why you had to go away #
# Why you had to go away #

# We miss you
You were everything, yeah #

# So we'll just keep #

# Our heads to the sky #
# Sat wit' 'em, talked wit' 'em #

# 'Cause we know
we're gonna see you #

# In the next lifetime #

# But it's never easy
saying good-bye #

# See you when I get there, baby #
# Saying #

# Good-bye #

# So we tried so hard
to understand #

# Why you had to go away #
# Why you had to go away #

# You were everything #

# We missed you
Why you had to go away #

# So we tried so hard
to understand #

# Why you had to go away #

# We miss you
You were everything #