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.
Party And Bullshit
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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Here we go, come on
Here we go (here we go), come on
Here we go
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I used to have the trey-deuce
And the deuce-deuce in my bubble goose
Now I got the MAC in my knapsack
Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is where the party at
And can I bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess
It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit, and
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two .22s in my shoes (no question)
Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
Moët popping, ho hopping
Ain't no stopping Big Poppa
I'm a Bad Boy (that's right)
Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie)
Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie)
It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast overdose
Nigga, you scared you're supposed to
Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
Fuck up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit, and
Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, I think I might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
And have fun with Jamaican rum
Conversation, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad, then this nigga Big is stinkin'
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
I'm hitting skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
"Yo, chill, man, chill"
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
That's that
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (yeah)
And party and bullshit (Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Uptown likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Bad Boy likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Brooklyn Crew likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (3rd Eye likes to)
The Notorious B.I.G.’s “Party and Bullshit” takes the listener on a trip to the wild and crazy world of a young Biggie Smalls, a time where he was known for cutting classes, squeezing asses and smoking blunts as a chubby teenager. The rapper narrates his escapades with his sidekicks, lamenting the fact that all the honeys only want to know where the party is and whether they can bring their guns. He also takes a jab at his East-Coast rivals, daring them to try him because he is Bad Boy.
The song is a reflection of the state of hip hop music and culture of the early 90s when rap was becoming more mainstream and rappers were transitioning from the street to the studio. "Party and Bullshit" is a party anthem that exudes a sense of rebellion, and the lyrics are characterized by a nonchalant attitude that is typical of young rappers from the hood who were just having fun with music. Biggie's flow and delivery are impeccable, and he uses his signature deep voice to give the song a thuggish and menacing undertone that would become his trademark.
"Party and Bullshit" was one of the first songs released by Biggie Smalls, and it would later become a hit after it was remixed and included in the 1995 soundtrack to the film "Don't be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood". The song has gained a cult following and is often played at parties and clubs, and its lyrics have been referenced in several other popular songs.
Line by Line Meaning
I was a terror since the public school era
I was a troublemaker since I was a kid
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
I skipped school to have fun, sometimes with girls
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I smoked weed all the time
Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene
I was overweight but still had a presence in my community since age 13
I used to have the trey-deuce
I used to carry a .32 revolver
And the deuce-deuce in my bubble goose
I also carried a .22 in my coat
Now I got the MAC in my knapsack
I upgraded to a MAC-10 machine pistol, which I keep in my backpack
Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
I hang out with my friends, smoking weed and chilling with our cell phones
With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
My friends and I wear fancy shoes
Honeys want to chat
Girls want to talk to me
But all we wanna know is where the party at
But I'm only interested in knowing where the party is
And can I bring my gat?
Can I bring my gun?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
If I can't bring my gun, I worry about my safety
Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess
I might wear a bulletproof vest as a precaution because people can be unpredictable
It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
I'm easily provoked and not afraid to fight
Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
I'm aggressive and ready to shoot like I'm hunting ducks
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
I'm acting recklessly with my friends
'Cause all we wanna do is
And party and bullshit
We only want to party and do reckless things
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
I receive hugs from girls and respect from tough guys
Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
I saw my old friend Sage from the neighborhood
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two .22s in my shoes (no question)
Sage said he has a problem with someone and asked if I'm carrying my gun. I confirm that I have two guns in my shoes.
Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
Call me if you need me, I'm at home. I'll go out and see what the girls are doing.
Moët popping, ho hopping
Drinking Moët champagne and flirting with girls
Ain't no stopping Big Poppa
No one can stop me, I'm too cool
I'm a Bad Boy (that's right)
I'm a tough guy, a Bad Boy
Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie)
Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie)
If anyone wants to challenge me, who's got my back? Who's got the gun?
It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast overdose
It's obvious that I'm the best rapper from the East Coast
Nigga, you scared you're supposed to
Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
If you're scared, that's normal. But I'll still make you afraid if I confront you.
Fuck up the party before it even start
I might ruin the party before it even begins if I don't like something.
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
I'm very drunk, drinking Hennessy and smoking weed
On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
I'm acting aggressively and beating up weak people
Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, I think I might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
And have fun with Jamaican rum
There are attractive girls in the back, wearing a tight dress. I might teach her how to use a gun and have fun with her while drinking Jamaican rum.
Conversation, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
We're having a conversation while smoking weed. My friend Big Jock is carrying a Glock in his waistband.
We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad, then this nigga Big is stinkin'
We're smoking and drinking, and the prostitute thinks that I smell bad because I have a lot of money.
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
Are the prostitutes attracted to my charm? One grabbed my arm and suggested we leave peacefully.
I'm hitting skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
I'm having sex with someone again, and then smoking weed and drinking a Heineken.
Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
People start getting aggressive and violent. Someone choked a kid and a fight broke out.
"Yo, chill, man, chill"
Can't we just all get along?
Someone tries to stop the fighting and asks if we can all just get along.
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
So I can leave marks on her chest and get her very drunk with expensive champagne. Then I'll leave.
And party and bullshit (yeah)
And party and bullshit (Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Uptown likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Bad Boy likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Brooklyn Crew likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (3rd Eye likes to)
We love to party and do reckless things, and we belong to different groups who all like to party and do reckless things.
Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bob West, Hal Davis, Willie Hutch, Berry Gordy Jr, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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