They first appeared on the rap scene with their 1993 album Comin’ Out Hard. The album was successful commercially as well as critically and established the group as a prominent act in the then emerging Southern Rap scene. Their subsequent albums in the 1990s including 1994’s On the Outside Looking In, and 1995’s On Top of the World cemented their status as some of the South’s best rappers. On Top of the World was particularly succeessful, peaking at #8 on the Billboard Hot 200 and being certified Gold. After those albums both 8Ball & MJG released solo albums, first MJG’s No More Glory in 1997 and then 8Ball’s Lost in 1998. They reunited in 1999 to release their fourth album as a group, titled In Our Lifetime, Vol. 1
For their later releases they signed with Bad Boy Records. Their first album for Bad Boy Records, Living Legends, was certified Gold by the RIAA. Their second album on Bad Boy Records was titled Ridin High and was released in March 2007.
Commercially one of the high points of 8Ball & MJG’s career was their being featured on Three 6 Mafia’s hit song “Stay Fly” in 2005. That song peaked at #13 on the Billboard Hot 100, which is the biggest hit of Three 6 Mafia’s career and the biggest hit for 8Ball & MJG. The song was a collaboration between two of the most successful rap groups from the state of Tennessee, where Three 6 Mafia also hail from.
Today 8Ball and MJG also head their own record labels. 8Ball heads 8 Ways Entertainment (distributed by Koch Entertainment), while MJG heads MJG Muzik. On their label are the young, up and coming Memphis duo, Da Volunteers, who are widely known throughout the Southern United States for their 2006 single, “What’s Yo Favorite Color?”, which glorifies their neighborhood of Orange Mound.
In September 2007, 8Ball and MJG signed deals in Sacramento, CA with Real Talk Entertainment 8Ball released a group album with E.D.I of the Outlawz entitled Doin’ It Big on April 1, 2008 and MJG released a solo album entitled Pimp Tight on April 29, 2008.
In June 2008 the group announced that they have officially signed onto T.I.’s record label Grand Hustle.
Mr. Big
Eightball & MJG Lyrics
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My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.
My job at Mickie Ds was fuckin me with no grease
I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.
I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.
I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.
Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest
My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.
I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin
T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.
I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well
He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.
He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress
He said he killed the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block
Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.
Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks
Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.
Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife
A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.
Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T
"Hello?" -- "Yo Eight, be the fuck aroung 3" --"Aight!"
I met him at the park, he had a job for me again
Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.
Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five
I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.
All the time, my clientel rappidly increased
My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.
Cars and clothes had me fuckin different hoes
A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.
I had niggas workin under me to take the heat
I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.
I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time
Don't ever fuck with me, cause I'm ...
Mr. Big!
repeat chorus:
8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-be
Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.
I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.
Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.
When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.
With a long black weave and a tight red dress.
I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me
Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the
Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank
Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.
She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her
I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.
Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out
Grab my muthafuckin gun, "Hey nigga!" *pow pow*
Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in
Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chrome
Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg
When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.
Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?
Hell no! They can't stop me..
Long live Mr. Big Ho!!!!
repeat chorus!
The song "Mr. Big" by Eightball & MJG tells the story of a man who goes from being broke and desperate to becoming a big-time drug dealer and criminal. The first verse describes how the singer was struggling to make ends meet and turned to robbery as a way to make money. He gets shot and ends up meeting a man named T-Money who offers him a job in the drug trade. The second verse details how the singer becomes successful in the drug game, with a large bankroll, fancy cars, and a stable of women. The chorus repeats the phrase "Mr. Big" which is what the singer is known as, but not because of his size.
The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the life of a drug dealer, with the dangers and risks involved in the business. The song touches on themes of poverty, desperation, and the lure of money and power. The character of Mr. Big is complex, not just a one-dimensional gangster, but a human being with fears and dreams.
Line by Line Meaning
Now, I was broke as a muthafucka, my life at the end see
I was extremely poor, at the bottom of the barrel.
My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.
My supposed friends were too broke to give me any money.
My job at Mickie Ds was fuckin me with no grease
My job at McDonald's was draining me of energy and money.
I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.
Despite working very hard, I was never able to make more money.
I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga
I left my job and was left unemployed.
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.
I decided to resort to crime and rob someone.
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
I roamed around the streets looking for a target.
Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.
Despite being scared, I continued walking around.
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck
Suddenly, I got shot.
I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.
I felt the bullet wounds and knew I had been shot.
Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest
I tried to grab my gun, but got shot in the chest.
My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.
I passed out and thought I was dying.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
T-Money offered me a job and promised to lend me the start-up money.
Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks
I started selling small amounts of drugs to addicts who hung around my area.
Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.
I received sexual favors as payment from drug addicts who couldn't afford to pay me.
Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife
Someone tried to rob me, but only had a knife and failed.
A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.
I shot and killed the robber with a clip full of hollow-point bullets.
Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.
T-Money asked me to rob some Colombians and get my cut.
I smoked them damn Colombians, and then got what was mine.
I killed the Colombians and took my share of the money.
A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.
My large amount of cash had me in good standing with the police.
I had niggas workin under me to take the heat
I had other people working for me so that I could avoid getting caught by the police.
Don't ever fuck with me, cause I'm ...
No one should mess with me because I am Mr. Big, a powerful and dangerous person.
Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-be
I was relaxing at a club with my friends T-Money and J-be.
With a long black weave and a tight red dress.
Describing the physical appearance of a woman I met.
Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the
We went straight to my hotel room where she performed oral sex on me.
Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.
After finishing, I noticed a foul odor in the air.
She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her
The woman went into the bathroom and locked the door.
Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chrome.
I shot and killed the woman with my pistol.
Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg
I shot and injured everyone else who entered the room, but got shot in the leg myself.
When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.
The police found me lying on the bed when they stormed in.
Long live Mr. Big Ho!!!!
My rule will continue as Mr. Big, a powerful and feared figure.
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Repeating the chorus and the nickname associated with the main character.
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Written by: M.J. GOODWIN, PREMRO SMITH
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