I Dare You
Jay-Z & Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
How I run the streets, I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
I had the master plan
I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon' to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin' black
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
How I run the streets, I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin'
Take ki's 'til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his crib rated, police found grams
They locked up, his whole fam, moms, sister, his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin' like nuttin' wrong, hustlin' again
He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin' up coke, a fiend holds it in a separate car
Cooks it up 'til it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin' like Fright Night
Coppin' the motorbikes, the scooters, countin' dough on computers
High technology dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big, Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin' my weight in they titties and bras
My bitches out of state get busy while they pushin' my cars
Callin' me up, callin' me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' say 'Nasty'
Push the dash for the stash box is where the cash be, watchin' for task force
'Cause I know they comin' but I'm reachin' my goal
Fuck bummin', I'm makin' sure I leave this whole game wit somethin'
Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin' at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
How I run the streets, I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
How I run the streets, I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
How I run the streets, I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
“I Dare You” is a collaboration between two iconic rappers, Jay-Z and Notorious B.I.G. released posthumously in 2005 on the album, “Duets: The Final Chapter”. The theme of the song revolves around their past lives involving drug dealing, the struggles they faced trying to make it in the music industry, and the dangers that came with it. The lyrics go beyond glorifying the gangster lifestyle to paint a more realistic picture of the day-to-day grind, the pressure from peers and family, the feeling of desperation to survive and make it out of the streets. The song is a powerful commentary on the American socio-economic system that creates an environment for drugs and gang violence to fester. The message of the song is clear – the glamorization of the gangster lifestyle comes with a price, the prison, death, and violence which resulted in the premature demise of Notorious B.I.G. and so many others.
Through the song, both Jay-Z and The Notorious B.I.G offer insight into their personal lives and struggles, highlighting the desperation that led to crimes and violence. The lyrics talk about Jay-Z's drug dealing past, homelessness, and eviction threats. On the other hand, the Notorious B.I.G discusses his daringness and how he had to engage in unethical and risky activities to survive.
Overall, the song is a raw commentary on the social and economic issues that affect urban communities. It encapsulates how difficult life can become when you’re born into poverty and degradation. It is not just another rapper’s tale of his past but a vivid portrayal of societal issues and how they can influence individuals to make choices detrimental to themselves and their communities.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ALAN ROY SCOTT, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, DONALD DEGRATE, ED FOX
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@vadimslarionovs5422
R.I.P. Biggie. So sad that BIG didn't had a chance to finish this album.
@louthewatcher
never would have guessed this was jay-z or biggie, love this song now and when it came out.
@jl2694
KING B.I.G KING HOV G.O.A.T
@MrShaunieB
THIS TRACK IS HARD!!!!
@onaqtip
jay z is a different style all 2getha. he's smooth and maticulous, big is big uncut raw hardcore n relentless niether one you can fuck wit. both from NY das crazy az.
@CHR0N1CB0NG
THIS TUNE IS FUKIN FIIIIIRE!!!! R.I.P GREATEST RAPPER OF ALL TIME! JAY-Z WAS SO ILL MAN... THIS IS HIP-HOP NIGGA!!
@brodiewilliams1
the fact that biggie died, adds to his legacy. if he had a a long spanning career like jay then people's opinions might be drastically different to what they are now. the fact that he only had to albums means his sound is consistent and awesome. jay's been around for such a long time that he can't afford to keep the same sound. It's called evolution, look at other legends like MJ. If you want to survive your sound needs grow and differ, otherwise it's just repetitive.
@xarmy5669
true + big was in the process of falling off, LAD was nothing compared to R2D
@dakotamathews2176
JAY WAS TRYING SO HARD TO GET BIGGIE OUT THAT JAY KNEW
@zeusosullivan
BLACK ROB!!! thats where i know the beat from!! phew!! cheers mate its bin playin on my mind for ages now!! i got that album too i dno why i didnt get it!