Wallace was born and raised in the Brooklyn borough of New York City. His debut album Ready to Die (1994) made him a central figure in East Coast hip hop and increased New York City's visibility in the genre at a time when West Coast hip hop dominated the mainstream. The following year, he led Junior M.A.F.I.A.—a protégé group composed of his childhood friends—to chart success. In 1996, while recording his second album, Wallace was heavily involved in the growing East Coast–West Coast hip hop feud. On March 9, 1997, he was murdered by an unknown assailant in a drive-by shooting in Los Angeles. His second album, Life After Death (1997), released two weeks later, rose to No. 1 on the U.S. album charts. In 2000, it became one of the few hip-hop albums to be certified Diamond.
Wallace was noted for his "loose, easy flow"; dark, semi-autobiographical lyrics; and storytelling abilities, which focused on crime and hardship. Three more albums have been released since his death, and he has certified sales of over 17 million records in the United States, including 13.4 million albums.
Wallace was born at St. Mary's Hospital in the Brooklyn borough of New York City on May 21, 1972, the only child of Jamaican immigrant parents. His mother, Voletta Wallace, was a preschool teacher, while his father, Selwyn George Latore, was a welder and politician. His father left the family when Wallace was two years old, and his mother worked two jobs while raising him. Wallace grew up at 226 St. James Place in Brooklyn's Clinton Hill, near the border with Bedford-Stuyvesant. Wallace excelled at Queen of All Saints Middle School winning several awards as an English student. He was nicknamed "Big" because he was overweight by the age of 10. Wallace said he started dealing drugs when he was around the age of 12. His mother, often away at work, did not know of his drug dealing until he was an adult. He began rapping as a teenager, entertaining people on the streets, and performed with local groups the Old Gold Brothers and the Techniques. At his request, Wallace transferred from Bishop Loughlin Memorial High School to George Westinghouse Career and Technical Education High School, where future rappers DMX, Jay-Z, and Busta Rhymes were also attending. According to his mother, Wallace was still a good student but developed a "smart-ass" attitude at the new school. At age 17, Wallace dropped out of school and became more involved in crime. In 1989, he was arrested on weapons charges in Brooklyn and sentenced to five years' probation. In 1990, he was arrested on a violation of his probation. A year later, Wallace was arrested in North Carolina for dealing crack cocaine. He spent nine months in jail before making bail.
Wallace's lyrical topics and themes included mafioso tales ("Niggas Bleed"), his drug-dealing past ("10 Crack Commandments"), materialistic bragging ("Hypnotize"), as well as humor ("Just Playing (Dreams)"), and romance ("Me & My Bitch"). Rolling Stone named Wallace in 2004 as "one of the few young male songwriters in any pop style writing credible love songs".
Guerilla Black, in the book How to Rap, describes how Wallace was able to both "glorify the upper echelon" and "[make] you feel his struggle". According to Touré of The New York Times in 1994, Wallace's lyrics " autobiographical details about crime and violence with emotional honesty". Marriott of The New York Times (in 1997) believed his lyrics were not strictly autobiographical and wrote he "had a knack for exaggeration that increased sales". Wallace described his debut as "a big pie, with each slice indicating a different point in my life involving bitches and niggaz... from the beginning to the end".
Ready to Die is described by Rolling Stone as a contrast of "bleak" street visions and being "full of high-spirited fun, bringing the pleasure principle back to hip-hop". AllMusic write of "a sense of doom" in some of his songs and the NY Times note some being "laced with paranoia"; Wallace described himself as feeling "broke and depressed" when he made his debut. The final song on the album, "Suicidal Thoughts", featured Wallace contemplating suicide and concluded with him committing the act.
On Life After Death, Wallace's lyrics went "deeper". Krims explains how upbeat, dance-oriented tracks (which featured less heavily on his debut) alternate with "reality rap" songs on the record and suggests that he was "going pimp" through some of the lyrical topics of the former. XXL magazine wrote that Wallace "revamped his image" through the portrayal of himself between the albums, going from "midlevel hustler" on his debut to "drug lord".
AllMusic wrote that the success of Ready to Die is "mostly due to Wallace's skill as a storyteller"; in 1994, Rolling Stone described Wallace's ability in this technique as painting "a sonic picture so vibrant that you're transported right to the scene". On Life After Death, Wallace notably demonstrated this skill on "I Got a Story to Tell", creating a story as a rap for the first half of the song and then retelling the same story "for his boys" in conversation form.
Considered one of the best rappers of all time, Wallace was described by AllMusic as "the savior of East Coast hip-hop". The Source magazine named Wallace the greatest rapper of all time in its 150th issue in 2002. In 2003, when XXL magazine asked several hip hop artists to list their five favorite MCs, Wallace's name appeared on more rappers' lists than anyone else. In 2006, MTV ranked him at No. 3 on their list of The Greatest MCs of All Time, calling him possibly "the most skillful ever on the mic". Editors of About.com ranked him No. 3 on their list of the Top 50 MCs of Our Time (1987–2007). In 2012, The Source ranked him No. 3 on their list of the Top 50 Lyrical Leaders of all time. Rolling Stone has referred to him as the "greatest rapper that ever lived". In 2015, Billboard named Wallace as the greatest rapper of all time.
Since his death, Wallace's lyrics have been sampled and quoted by a variety of hip hop, R&B and pop artists including Jay-Z, 50 Cent, Alicia Keys, Fat Joe, Nelly, Ja Rule, Eminem, Lil Wayne, Game, Clinton Sparks, Michael Jackson and Usher. On August 28, 2005, at the 2005 MTV Video Music Awards, Sean Combs (then using the rap alias "P. Diddy") and Snoop Dogg paid tribute to Wallace: an orchestra played while the vocals from "Juicy" and "Warning" played on the arena speakers. In September 2005, VH1 held its second annual "Hip Hop Honors", with a tribute to Wallace headlining the show.
Wallace had begun to promote a clothing line called Brooklyn Mint, which was to produce plus-sized clothing but fell dormant after he died. In 2004, his managers, Mark Pitts and Wayne Barrow, launched the clothing line, with help from Jay-Z, selling T-shirts with images of Wallace on them. A portion of the proceeds go to the Christopher Wallace Foundation and to Jay-Z's Shawn Carter Scholarship Foundation. In 2005, Voletta Wallace hired branding and licensing agency Wicked Cow Entertainment to guide the estate's licensing efforts. Wallace-branded products on the market include action figures, blankets, and cell phone content.
The Christopher Wallace Memorial Foundation holds an annual black-tie dinner ("B.I.G. Night Out") to raise funds for children's school equipment and to honor Wallace's memory. For this particular event, because it is a children's schools' charity, "B.I.G." is also said to stand for "Books Instead of Guns".
There is a large portrait mural of Wallace as Mao Zedong on Fulton Street in Brooklyn a half-mile west from Wallace's old block. A fan petitioned to have the corner of Fulton Street and St. James Place, near Wallace's childhood home renamed in his honor, garnering support from local businesses and attracting more than 560 signatures.
A large portrait of Wallace features prominently in the Netflix series Luke Cage, due to the fact that he served as muse for the creation of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's version of Marvel Comics character Cornell "Cottonmouth" Stokes.
Juicy
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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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
The song "Juicy" by The Notorious B.I.G. is an autobiographical track about Biggie's rise to fame from his humble beginnings. He talks about the struggles he faced when he was younger, including being told by teachers that he would never amount to anything and dealing drugs to make money for his daughter. However, he also talks about his dreams and aspirations, listening to rap music and hanging pictures on his wall of his favorite artists. The message of the song is to never give up on your dreams, no matter how difficult life may be.
The lyrics show Biggie's growth and success, moving from his one-room shack to condos in Queens and a luxurious lifestyle. He reflects on how he never thought he could make it in the music industry, but now he's blowing up and getting paid for doing what he loves. The chorus emphasizes the importance of knowing who you are and not letting anyone bring you down, reminding listeners to reach for the stars and pursue their goals.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, this album is dedicated
This album is a homage
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To those teachers who said I would never be successful
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
To those people who lived in the buildings I was selling drugs 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)
Reported me to the police when I was trying to provide for my child, but everything turned out okay
And all the niggas in the struggle
And to all those who are also struggling
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
You understand? Everything is okay, my friend
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
It was all an imagination, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D riding in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Putting pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
I played my cassette tape until it stopped working
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Smoking marijuana in Bambu rolling papers, sipping Private Stock alcohol
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
Back when I had a red and black plaid jacket
With the hat to match
And a matching hat
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
Do you remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
You never expected hip-hop to go this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Now I'm famous because I'm good at rhyming
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
It's time to make money and become hugely successful, like the World Trade building
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
I was born a sinner and not the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Do you remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner?
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Greetings to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
I'm becoming successful, just as you predicted
Call the crib, same number, same hood
Call my home, same phone number, same neighborhood
It's all good (it's all good)
Everything is okay (everything is okay)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
If you didn't know before, now you know
You know very well
You already know
Who you are
Your identity
Don't let 'em hold you down
Don't let them limit you
Reach for the stars
Aim high
You had a goal
You had a objective
But not that many
But not too many objectives
'Cause you're the only one
Because you're unique
I'll give you good and plenty
I will give you everything you need
I made the change from a common thief
I turned my life around from being an ordinary criminal
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
To becoming friends with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap
And I'm not stingy
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
I smoke marijuana with my friends throughout the day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
Spread love, this is the mentality of the Brooklyn neighborhood
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Drinking Moët and Alizé makes me drunk
Girls used to diss me
Girls used to reject me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
Now they write letters because they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I never thought rapping could be successful
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
I was accustomed to carrying guns and drugs
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
Now women are attracted to me and try to get close
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
From Mississippi to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Condos in Queens and marijuana for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Sold-out seats to listen to Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Putting a five-carat diamond in my daughter's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Lunches, brunches, and poolside interviews
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Considered a fool for dropping out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
Misunderstood stereotypes of a black male
And it's still all good
But everything is still okay
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
When I was flat broke, I couldn't have imagined this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
A fifty-inch television and a green leather couch
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
I have two vehicles, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
Phone bill of approximately two thousand dollars
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
No need to stress, my accountant handles it
And my whole crew is loungin'
My entire crew is relaxing
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Celebrating every day, no more public housing
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Reflecting on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
Now, my mother drives a nice car and wears fur coats
And she loves to show me off of course
She loves to show me off to everyone
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
Smiles every time my picture is in The Source magazine
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
We used to argue when the landlord disrespected us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
No heat, wondering why we didn't have a Merry Christmas
Birthdays was the worst days
Birthdays were the worst days
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty
Now we drink Champagne when we're thirsty
Uh, damn right, I like the life I live
Yes, I love to live my life
'Cause I went from negative to positive
Because I changed from negative to positive
And it's all (It's all good, nigga)
And everything is alright
Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
Biggie Smalls, everything is fine
Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga
Junior Mafia, everything is fine
Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
Bad Boy, everything is fine
That's right, '94
That's correct, 1994
And on and on, and on and on
And so on and so forth
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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Monkey80llx
@@raf_bw These guys took influences from the generations of black music before them - soul, funk, jazz… music with heart and struggles and meaning and dreams of a better life.
Nowadays the money is handed to them on a plate and the ‘image’ is fabricated by men in suits (yeah, i know, there were always backroom politics and contracts to make money..) who need to sell products and social media hits.
Like the boy bands of the 90’s..todays music all seems so safe or so ridiculous..
There’s no ‘soul’ in most of the crap churned out day by day.
Phew. Rant over. Sorry 😎
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