Gimme the Loot
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics


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Yeah, mothafuckas better know
I'm a bad bad bad
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls

My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib
Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me?

Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kinda 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, the TEC is to his back
Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbing motherfuckas since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same .45
Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing, "it's so hard"

Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant

I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
When I bust my gat, mothafuckas take dirt naps
I'm all that, and a dime sack, where the paper at?

When he's sticking you and taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
And I'm shooting niggas quick if ya hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
The opposite of peace, sending mom duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'Cause when I lick shots, them shits is persistent

Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga pass that
Before you get your grave dug from the main thug .357 slug
And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip

One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
Motherfuckas better strip, (yeah nigga, peel)
Before you find out how blue steel feel

From the Beretta, putting all the holes in ya sweater
The money-getter, motherfuckas don't know better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it

Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get strangled for their earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockers
And if she's resistant, blakka, blakka, blakka

So go get your man bitch, he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it

Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (when he's sticking you and taking all your money)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

Man listen, all this walking is hurting my feet
Ooh money looks sweet

Where?

In the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream
And if he start to scream, bom bom, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar

Ooh Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat

Yo chill shorty, let me do that
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot

Oh shit the cops

Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep looking?

I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see central booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass cause I ain't with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucka going out for the loot





Take that motherfuckers

Overall Meaning

In the song Gimme The Loot, The Notorious B.I.G. portrays himself as a dangerous and ruthless street criminal who robs and steals to make money. He starts the song by warning others to lock their windows and close their doors, implying that he's on the prowl. The song is a dialogue between two different voices, both belonging to Biggie, representing the dual-sided personality of a criminal. He boasts about his skills as a robber, describing how he has been doing this since the time of slave ships. He then proceeds to detail how he intimidates and robs his victims using violence, and he also includes a reference to his friend, Inf, who had left his TEC and 9 guns with Biggie before turning himself in for a 1-to-3-year jail term.


The lyrics of Gimme The Loot are full of profanity and violent themes. Biggie talks about how he doesn't give a damn whether the woman he's robbing is pregnant or not, and he's willing to use force to get what he wants. He even threatens to kill those who resist him, urging them to be submissive and hand over the money. The song portrays the criminal underground and the lifestyle of those who operate outside of the system, emphasizing the harsh realities faced by those living on the margins of society.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, mothafuckas better know
You better understand and recognize


I'm a bad bad bad
I'm extremely dangerous and fearless


Lock your windows, close your doors
Secure your home and protect yourself


Biggie Smalls
That's my name


My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib
Inf left guns at my place


Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
He surrendered to police and had to serve time in prison


A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93
He'll be released between 1991 and 1993


I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me?
I'm prepared to make money, are you with me?


Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kinda tight
Absolutely, I'm low on cash


And I'm stressed
And it's making me anxious


Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
Hey Biggie, can I borrow the bulletproof vest?


No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
There's no need for that, just take the gun


The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back
Target someone with a bulging pocket and put the gun to their back


Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?)
I promise, I'll shoot him, don't make any sudden moves


Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Approach it like a boxing match, attack and then quickly retreat


Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
You don't need to justify anything


I've been robbing motherfuckas since the slave ships
I've been stealing from people for a long time


With the same clip and the same .45
Using the same gun and bullets


Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
Two shots fired at close range, certain to kill


That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
I swear, if anyone tries to dominate or control


Have his mother singing, "it's so hard"
Make his mother suffer and grieve


Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
I admire your fearless and strong-willed demeanor


Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwed
Because the person acts weak and vulnerable, they will be taken advantage of


And bruised up from the pistol whipping
They will be physically harmed by being hit with a gun


Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
They will have visible marks on their neck from having their necklace forcefully taken


Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
I will quickly leave the area and continue robbing women as well


Up the herringbones and bamboos
Stealing valuable jewelry like herringbone chains and bamboo earrings


I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
I don't care if you're expecting a baby


Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
Hand over the rings for the baby and the pendant indicating the best mom


I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
I'm attacking people aggressively, just like Shaquille O'Neal


When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
When I need to make money, I resort to robbery


'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit
Because my mother isn't providing for me


So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter
In order to survive, I leave others in a state of poverty or despair


Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
I'm not to be messed with, I'm a serious threat


Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
I'm extremely unpredictable and unstable


When I bust my gat, mothafuckas take dirt naps
When I shoot my gun, people end up dead


I'm all that, and a dime sack, where the paper at?
I'm exceptional, valuable, and in need of money


Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Give me the money, give me the money


What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
What belongs to me is mine, what belongs to you is also mine


Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Shout out, shout out, it's a hold-up, hold-up


And I'm shooting niggas quick if ya hiccup
I'll shoot people without hesitation if they make a mistake


Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
Don't make me load my gun and shoot you in the back and head


The opposite of peace, sending mom duke a wreath
This will be the opposite of peace, causing sorrow for your mother


You're talking to the robbery expert
You're dealing with someone skilled in theft and hold-ups


Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
I'll attend your funeral with your blood staining my clothing


Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
Don't act foolish and get killed for resisting


'Cause when I lick shots, them shits is persistent
Because when I fire my gun, the bullets keep coming and won't stop


Goodness gracious, the papers!
Oh my goodness, the money!


Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Where is the money? Where is it hidden?


Nigga pass that
Give that to me, man


Before you get your grave dug from the main thug .357 slug
Before I shoot you with a .357 caliber bullet and bury you


And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip
And my friend Biggie has an itchy trigger finger


One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
One bullet ready to be fired, thirty-two more in the magazine


Motherfuckas better strip, (yeah nigga, peel)
People better undress and give up their belongings


Before you find out how blue steel feel
Before you experience the pain of being shot by a gun


From the Beretta, putting all the holes in ya sweater
From my Beretta pistol, creating bullet holes in your sweater


The money-getter, motherfuckas don't know better
The one who obtains money, fools don't understand


Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
Expensive Rolex watches and trendy Swatch watches


I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it
I'm searching through people's pockets, no one can prevent it


Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too
When guys pass by, I'll steal their high school rings as well


Bitches get strangled for their earrings and bangles
Women get choked so I can take their earrings and bangles


And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockers
When I rob and assault her, I'll steal her large earrings


And if she's resistant, blakka, blakka, blakka
And if she resists, I'll shoot, shoot, shoot


So go get your man bitch, he can get robbed too
So go fetch your guy, he can also be robbed


Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
Tell him Biggie stole it, what can he possibly do about it?


Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
I hope he's remorseful or I'll have to take action


And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it
And if I take action, he will never forget the consequences


Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (when he's sticking you and taking all your money)
Hey woman, give me your money, give me your money (when I'm robbing you and taking all your money)


Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Give me the money, give me the money (I'm extremely dangerous)


Man listen, all this walking is hurting my feet
Listen, walking around is making my feet hurt


Ooh money looks sweet
Oh, money is very tempting


Where?
Where is it?


In the Isuzu jeep
In the Isuzi jeep


Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream
I'll throw him inside, you grab the stolen money


And if he start to scream, bom bom, have a nice dream
And if he starts to scream, I'll shoot, shoot, have a pleasant dream


Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Wait, he has a woman in the car


Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar
Wearing luxurious fur coats and diamonds, she believes she's a celebrity


Ooh Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back
Oh Biggie, let me rob her, I'll kick her in the back


Hit her with the gat
Shoot her with the gun


Yo chill shorty, let me do that
Hey calm down, let me handle it


Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
Just take the car keys and drive away quickly


The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot
The woman will be surprised when she is shot right away


Oh shit the cops
Oh no, the police


Be cool, fool
Stay calm, you fool


They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
They won't approach, all they're interested in is eating doughnuts


So why the fuck he keep looking?
So why is he still watching us?


I guess to get his life tooken
I suppose he wants to risk his life


I just came home, ain't trying to see central booking
I just got out of prison, I don't want to go back


Oh shit, now he looking in my face
Oh no, now he's staring directly at me


You better haul ass cause I ain't with no fucking chase
You better run away quickly because I don't want to be pursued


So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot
Prepare yourself, because I'm about to shoot


A true motherfucka going out for the loot
A genuine person going out to get money


Take that motherfuckers
Take that, you bastards




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Trevor Smith, James Jackson, Bryan Higgins, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Malik Taylor, Fred Scruggs, Chris Martin, Kirk Jones, Tyrone Taylor, Keith Elam, Kamall Fareed, Parker Chylow, Ali Shaheed Muhammad

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@wh7227

Intro: Notorious B.I.G.


Yeah, motherfuckers better know
Huh, huh (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls
Huh, yeah
(I'm a bad, bad, bad)

[Verse 1]
My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib
Turned him self in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight
And I'm stressed
Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat
The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back
Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (What?)
Treat it like boxin', stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogard
Have his mother singin', "It's so hard"
Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude
Because the nigga play pussy
That's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're tnangerp
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cause mom duke ain't givin' me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust
When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

[Interlude]
When he's stickin' you and takin' all of your money

[Chorus]
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

[Verse 2]
Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up!
And I'm shootin' niggas quick if ya hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
The opposite of peace, sendin' mom duke a wreath
You're talkin' to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant
'Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that
Before you get your grave dug from the main thug
Three fifty-seven slug
And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, (Yeah, nigga, peel!)
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in ya sweater
The money-getter, motherfuckers don't know better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
Man, niggas come through, I'm takin' high school rings too
Bitches get ******* for their earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka
So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed, too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it

[Interlude]
Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money)

[Chorus]
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

[Verse 3]
Man listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
Ooh, money looks sweet
Where at? In the Isuzu Jeep
Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream
And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar
Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat
Yo, chill, shorty, let me do that
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot
Oh shit, the cops
Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
So why the fuck he keep looking?
I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the loot

[Outro]
Take that motherfuckers



All comments from YouTube:

@swolejeezy2603

"Oh shit the cops"
"Be cool, fool -- they ain't gonna roll up, all the want is fucking donuts"
Gets me every time

@cheesetheoriginalmres7727

I read this as it played, holy fucking shit 😂

@jgp6574

so why he keep lookin? i guess to get his life tooken.

such a genius line, to just so masterfully use incorrect english, and to just instill a sense of fear and pure badassery

@the_secret_111

@@jgp6574 can you please give me time code?

@jgp6574

@@the_secret_111 song isn't that long, just listen to it. It is your duty to memorize it anyway

@Ok-dm1ck

My favorite line in this is “Go get ya mans bitch he can get robbed too”

Golden

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@codygreen8829

I never thought a song about armed robbery would be so inspirational.

@dreamcast3607

LMFAO 😂 what a time to say that with a Rona mask on

@lindseylou2144

The tunes and how he raps is catchy, most people aren't listening

@guiandre9347

And I wonder why getting rich fast and dying young is like a ......uh.... phenomenon?!

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