JUICY
Nicolas Jaar & Notorious B.I.G. & Marvin Gaye Lyrics


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(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)

Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 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
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty
Uh, damn right, I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all (It's all good, nigga)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
I'll give you good and plenty

Representin' B-Town in the house
Junior Mafia, mad flavor
Uh, uh, yeah, aight

You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty

Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga
Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
It's all good
That's right, '94
And on and on, and on and on
You know very well
Who you are




Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Juicy" by Notorious B.I.G. and Marvin Gaye feature Biggie rapping about his rise from a difficult past in Brooklyn to fame and success. He addresses those who doubted him and all the "niggas in the struggle." The first verse includes a reference to a specific accomplishment, his tape being played on the radio by Mr. Magic and Marley Marl. In the second verse, Biggie talks about the transition from a criminal lifestyle to a successful rap career, and the third verse mentions his newfound wealth, including a money-green leather sofa and a limousine with a chauffeur. The chorus, which sample's Marvin Gaye's "I Want You," encourages listeners to reach for the stars and not let others hold them down.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!
Disregard all the negative individuals and focus on your own success.


Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
This album is a tribute to those who doubted and tried to obstruct my progress. It acknowledges the challenges faced in poverty and the support from those in similar situations.


It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
My success today seemed like an unattainable dream when I was younger, as I would read magazines like Word Up!


Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
I idolized artists like Salt-n-Pepa, Heavy D, and Mr. Magic, hanging their pictures on my wall. I was committed to experiencing their music by listening repeatedly, even until the tape wore out.


Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
In the past, I used to smoke marijuana and enjoy the finest alcohol. It was a time when I wore a distinctive red and black lumberjack outfit with the matching hat. Even those who doubted the reach of hip-hop didn't anticipate its immense success. Now, I'm enjoying fame for my tight rhymes and aiming to make substantial money, just like the scale of the World Trade Center's explosion.


Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood It's all good (it's all good) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Having been raised in an environment of sin and struggle, I remember the times when I had sardines as my main meal. I express gratitude to various influential figures and DJs like Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex, and Lovebug Starski. My rise to fame is happening just as you had predicted. My contact information remains the same, as does my loyalty to my neighborhood. Everything is fine, and if you're unaware of the facts, now you're aware.


You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
You possess self-awareness of your capabilities and should not allow others to hinder your progress. Aim high and have aspirations. While you may have limited goals, remember that you are unique, and I have plenty to offer you.


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 diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' 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 And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
I have transformed from a common criminal to someone who now associates with the likes of Robin Leach. I'm not cheap, and I spend my days enjoying marijuana with my close friends. In Brooklyn, we spread love as a way of life. The consumption of expensive alcohol, such as Moët and Alizé, makes me content. Girls who previously disregarded me are now writing me letters because they miss me. I never imagined that rapping would lead to such success since I was accustomed to carrying guns. Now, ladies are drawn to me like butter on toast. My influence extends from the Mississippi River to the East Coast. I own condominiums in Queens and can indulge in marijuana for weeks. My performances attract sold-out audiences. Fearless, I gift my baby girl a five-karat earring. I enjoy leisurely meals, including brunch, and conduct interviews near the pool. Critics may perceive me as a fool due to dropping out of high school, but I defy their stereotypes about misunderstood black males. Nevertheless, everything remains favorable, and if you're unaware, now you're aware.


Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty Uh, damn right, I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all (It's all good, nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
In the past, I couldn't even imagine having a Super Nintendo or Sega Genesis due to my extreme financial struggles. Now, I own a 50-inch screen and a luxurious money-green leather sofa. I have two vehicles, including a limousine with a chauffeur. My phone bill amounts to about $2000 flat, but I don't need to worry about it since my accountant manages my finances. My entire crew is relaxed and indulgent. We celebrate each day, leaving behind the days of living in public housing. I reminisce about the time when I lived in a one-room shack. Now, my mother enjoys the luxury of an Acura car with mink fur on her back. She proudly displays me to others and smiles whenever my face appears in The Source magazine. We used to argue with the landlord who treated us poorly, leaving us without heat and wondering why we missed out on Christmas. Birthdays used to be the worst days, but now we celebrate by sipping Champagne when we're thirsty. Yes, I absolutely love the life I live because I transformed from a negative situation to a positive one. And everything is just fine. If you don't know, now you know.


Representin' B-Town in the house Junior Mafia, mad flavor Uh, uh, yeah, aight
I'm proudly representing Brooklyn through my presence. Junior Mafia is here, offering a unique and exciting flavor. It's a declaration of my current state and affirmation of my surroundings.


You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
You possess self-awareness of your capabilities and should not allow others to hinder your progress. Aim high and have aspirations. While you may have limited goals, remember that you are unique, and I have plenty to offer you.


Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia assure that everything is going well. The Bad Boy family also shares the sentiment. Indeed, it's all good. This message holds true for the year '94 and beyond. You possess self-awareness of your capabilities and should not let others restrict your progress. Aim high and reach for the stars.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, MTUME MUSIC PUBLISHING, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, James Mtume, Jean Claude Olivier

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@DandyWalking

It was all a stream…

I used to reword up magazines,
Salting pepper, having Dee up in the limousine,
Hanging picked tunes on my wall,
Every Saturday jack a cab – Mister Magic Mollymoll.
I let my tape pop till my ape topped,
Smoking weed on pale blues, zipping on private socks.
(Way back, Wayne had a red and black lumberjack when he hatched the mat)
Remember wrap is due – they want a heart –
You never thought that these slops would take him to diss form,
Now I’m in the lime like ’cause my thyme’s right –
Time to get aid – blow up like the whole trade.
Porn sinner, the opposite of a winger,
(Remember Wayne used to beat tsarines for dinars),
Piss to raw Jee, brushy pee, take the brink,
Dods laughed off the flex – the Big Lebowski,
I’m bowling out like you thought I would Mahmud.
Call a strip, same number, same wood, it’s all good.

And if you don’t know, know you now



All comments from YouTube:

@arthursaey

this takes me way back to to a time where things were a lot less scary and complicated.

@Juniar101

A great time for electronic music

@MrRoubaud

Best collaboration ever made, imagine Biggie, Tinawiren, Aphex, Marvin Gaye and Jaar getting together <3

@TheBankruptSoul

❤❤❤

@pollocrazyelregreso.872

name the song of Marvin gaye?

@giacomorescia2546

​@Pollo Crazy "El regreso".
Inner city blues

@crumpetlips2062

@@pollocrazyelregreso.872 Heard it through the grapevine

@fitzdigital7534

This is the only afx / rap mashup I've heard so far that, like, works. Idk what it is but for some reason it's really hard to make this work

@theorodriguez7168

2023 still bumpin this masterpiece

@bipop5000

This song is a gem

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