I Love the Dough
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics


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We push the hottest V's, peel fast
Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash
Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking they saditty ass
And Parada 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 the 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 fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son
Same night, same fight
But one of us cats ain't playin' right, I 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

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, hey

I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin'
Watch is platinum, got jet lag from
Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
Make the best CD's and the best tapes
Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals
Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit
You seen the Jesus, dipped in H classes
Ice project off lights, chick flashes
Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
On the Range, way niggas look at me now, kinda strange
I hate y'all too
Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael
It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
Bitches used to go, ewww
Still tote steel, tryin' to see five mil
Off the sin-gle, for real
You ain't fazin' the amazin'
While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin'
See you on see me all talkin' to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo
Two MC's with mad dough, you know

I love the dough, more than you know
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, hey

Miraculous, pockets stay full
Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors
Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers
And we clap the doors of your Acuras
Snap like cameras on amateurs
Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws
Everybody got a part to play, back to yours
Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss
Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost
And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all
Too bad for y'all
Ain't too many as bad as yours truly
Do we, we laugh at y'all
Little bastards y'all

Uhh, uhh
We hit makers with acres
Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
Country house, tennis courts on horseback
Ridin', decidin', cracked crab, or lobster
Who say mobsters don't prosper
Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars
Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain
Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink
When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links
Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places
Tito smile everytime he see our faces
Cases catch more than outfield-ers
Half these rappin' cats, ain't seen war
Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame
Speak my name, I make 'em dash like Dame

I love the dough, more than you know
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, hey




I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

Overall Meaning

In "I Love The Dough," The Notorious B.I.G. and Jay-Z describe their lavish lifestyle, accentuated by their wealth, fame and connections to beautiful models. The song begins with the rappers deeming themselves as the most successful members of society, driving expensive cars and relentlessly pursuing material possessions. The rappers talk about the way their wealth has brought them an enormous amount of advantages, allowing them to have the best of everything. They mention the expensive brands and fine jewelry they wear and boast about their luxurious houses in exotic locations.


The chorus, "I love the dough" emphasizes the main theme of the song - the love of money and the pleasure it brings. They want to make it clear that they love the lifestyle that money affords them and want to showcase their love of it. The lyrics reveal their ambition to acquire wealth, but also possibly hint at the superficiality of the rapper's lifestyles. With the mention of values like "real cash" and "frequent flier mileage", we sense a detachment from things of real substance, such as relationships or character. In simpler terms, the song is about showing off, slangin', and chasing women.


Line by Line Meaning

We push the hottest V's, peel fast
We drive the nicest cars, and we drive fast


Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash
We drive through the city and play Monopoly with real money


Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking they saditty ass
Biggie, the models and I are dancing provocatively


And Parada be, somethin' you cats got to see
Parada is a label that you must see


And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Our watches are adorned with various types of precious stones


Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown
Being poor is immature and I am mature


Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan'
I enter the club wearing expensive jewelry with my friend Paisan


Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice and I'm gone
I carefully observe the club, find something I like and then leave quickly


You cats is home, screamin' the fight's on
You people are at home screaming about the fight


I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son
I am watching the Tyson fight from my seat numbered 1500


Same night, same fight
The same night and fight that everyone is watching


But one of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell it
But one of us is not doing the right thing, I'll let you be the judge


People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
Put yourself in the mindset of two criminals


And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
And tell me you wouldn't spend money whenever you had the chance


And any chance you hit, we live for the moment
And whenever we get that chance, we live in the moment


Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars
This makes sense, so now let's make some money


Cats pop bottles bone chicks that favor Idalis
We drink champagne and have sex with women who resemble Idalis


And rack up frequent flier mileage
We accumulate a lot of frequent flyer miles


Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I must show it, I love money


I love the dough, more than you know
I love money more than you realize


I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin'
I am drinking Magnum champagne while Jigga is getting something


Watch is platinum, got jet lag from
My watch is made of platinum and I'm tired from traveling


Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
Back and forth flights, drinking the best wine


Make the best CD's and the best tapes
We make the best music CD's and tapes


Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals
Plus we make records, and have sex with women so hard it damages their spines


Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit
Biggie is as rich as Lionel Richie


You seen the Jesus, dipped in H classes
You see us dressed in expensive, fashionable clothes


Ice project off lights, chick flashes
Our expensive jewelry shines and attracts women


Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches
Our richness blinds you, we even put diamonds in big mustaches


Rock top fashions
Wear the best clothes


Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
Nothing has changed except the amount of money has increased


On the Range, way niggas look at me now, kinda strange
Riding in the Range (car), people look at me differently now


I hate y'all too
I don't like you either


Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael
I would rather be in the Caribbean with Rachael


It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
It's unbelievable that Frank White has become so sought after


Bitches used to go, ewww
Women used to find me unattractive


Still tote steel, tryin' to see five mil
Still carry guns, trying to earn $5 million


Off the sin-gle, for real
Making money from a single (music record)


You ain't fazin' the amazin'
You can't impress me


While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin'
While you're raising your gun, I'm already shooting mine


See you on see me all talkin' to sweetness
You see me and try to start a fight, but I just ignore it and talk to women


Take it for weakness and leave quick
You try to take advantage of my kindness, but I quickly leave


Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo
Collaboration between three music labels (Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy)


Two MC's with mad dough, you know
Two rappers with a lot of money, you already know


Miraculous, pockets stay full
Miraculously, our pockets are always full


Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors
People avoid confrontation with us because we are fearless


Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers
We take out our guns (P89s) from our drawers quickly


And we clap the doors of your Acuras
We shut the doors of your Acura cars loudly


Snap like cameras on amateurs
We shoot guns quickly like a camera flashes


Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
We make you dance, while holding a gun up to your head


Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws
Jig and Big wear expensive jewelry, with no damage


Everybody got a part to play, back to yours
Everyone has a role to play, your turn now


Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
We invade your home and break down your doors


Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss
We watch successful people spend extravagantly.. it's a habit


Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost
We dominate the music charts like The Beatles did, you are following us, so you've lost


And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all
We drink Cristal champagne on behalf of you


Too bad for y'all
Sorry, you are out of luck


Ain't too many as bad as yours truly
There aren't too many people as tough as me


Do we, we laugh at y'all
We laugh at you


Little bastards y'all
You are all little bastards


Uhh, uhh
Expression used to indicate agreement


We hit makers with acres
We make a lot of music hits (money) with our properties (acres)


Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
We gamble in Las Vegas with high rollers and cannot be beaten


Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
We lost money betting on the Lakers, but are still happy (gassed off) they have Shaq


Country house, tennis courts on horseback
We own a country house with tennis courts where we play while riding horses


Ridin', decidin', cracked crab, or lobster
Riding horses, and while deciding what to eat - crab or lobster


Who say mobsters don't prosper
Whoever said mobsters don't succeed was wrong


Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars
Some people pretend to be tough, even deserve acting awards


Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain
I am a highly praised rapper, with lyrics that hit you hard


Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink
I look back on women I slept with, who had unpleasant body odor


When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links
When we wore large, flashy jewelry and Gucci links (fashion trend)


Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places
Now we buy homes in places we are not familiar with


Tito smile everytime he see our faces
Tito (our drug dealer) smiles every time he sees us because we make him so much money


Cases catch more than outfield-ers
We make so much money that we catch (hold) more suitcases than baseball outfielders catch balls


Half these rappin' cats, ain't seen war
Half of these rappers haven't been through what we have


Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame
They wouldn't be successful even if they tried, they are losers


Speak my name, I make 'em dash like Dame
When people speak my name, they run away quickly like the basketball player, Damian Lillard aka Dame




Lyrics ยฉ MUSIC & MEDIA INT'L, INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, OSTEN HARVEY, RENE MOORE, HARVEY OSTEN, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, ANGELA LISA WINBUSH

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@Destroyer-Grizzly-BIH

This song sounds like relief. Like getting out of work, money in your pocket and hitting the highway on a Friday.

@zackjl2777

Such a feel good song for anything tbh

@DoctorRico634

Yep! Super facts in the 90s espicialy

@kylehague9095

amen mang more lifeL

@alltimeklazzikz

nope rather sippin Bottles on your Yacht with a phat blunt in yo mouth on the Way to Acapulco LOL

@Moe29886

Vibes thank Allah the almighty

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@juandiegovelasquez4758

This is a piece of timeless art, that last verse from biggie killed it, he really was special daamn! what an artist we lost ๐Ÿ˜ข

@buffalosoldier4045

Facts

@natnaelkenaw6302

It turns out jayz wrote that biggie verse. I just read it online

@francischarlesworth

@@natnaelkenaw6302bullshit

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