Ready to Die
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker?
We gonna kill your ass
(I'm ready)

As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome, homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material for the imperial
Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q
45, Glocks and TEC are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques dripping out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die!

(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)

As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road
I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed
I want it all from the Rolex's to the Lexus
Getting paid is all I expected
My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck
Shit is real and hungry's how I feel
I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep
Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet
The infrared's at your head real steady
You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready

(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready to die
(Yes, I'm ready)
Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)

In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fucking neck
Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some rec'
Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talking
You better act like CeCe and keep on walking
When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete
Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin'
I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your shit splatter
Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit
Down your backbone to where your motherfucking shit drip
The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die!

(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready
(Yes, I'm ready)
Time to go, we gon' put you out your misery motherfucker
Niggas definitely know what time it is (yes, I'm ready)
The Notorious one in full effect, '93 (yes, I'm ready)
Uh, uh (yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die) Suicidal, I'm ready!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)

Now I lay me down to sleep (yeah)
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
'Cause I'm ready to die
All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to
Biggie Smalls the biggest man
Rocking on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee




Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam
I don't wanna see no crying at my funeral

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Notorious B.I.G.'s song "Ready to Die" are a reflection of the rapper's mindset at the time. The song is a brutal depiction of violence, death and revenge, with Biggie Smalls portraying himself as a murderer ready to take on the world. In the first verse, he grabs a gun, loads it and aims it, ready to take someone's life. He brags about his skills with a gun, and how he can take down anyone who crosses him. He declares that he is "ready to die" and that nobody can save him. In the second verse, Biggie Smalls talks about his life as a criminal on the streets, robbing and stealing to get what he wants. He struggles with being the victim of poverty and desires the luxuries that wealth can bring, including a Rolex and a Lexus. He portrays himself as a ruthless killer, who steps on anyone who gets in his way. The lyrics are raw and take an honest look at the rapper's life and what he has had to do to make it in the industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker?
Are you prepared, asshole?


We gonna kill your ass
We're going to murder you.


As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece
As I lay my hands on the Glock and put it to your head.


One in the chamber, the safety is off release
One bullet loaded in the chamber, safety off, ready to fire.


Straight at your dome, homes, I wanna see cabbage
Aiming straight for your skull, buddy, I want to see your brains.


Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage
Biggie Smalls, the brutal rapper, doing significant damage to your brain cells.


Teflon is the material for the imperial
Teflon is the choice material for the king, implying that bullets don't harm him.


Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
Biggie Smalls, the mic ripper, girl stripper, and Henny drinker.


I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
I can spit lyrics on and off like switching on and off a lightbulb.


Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q
Quick to get the right girl and make her drive the BMW.


45, Glocks and TEC are expected when I wreck shit
Having .45 caliber, Glock, and TEC weapons are deemed necessary when I cause destruction.


Respect is collected, so check it
I've gathered respect, so take note.


I got techniques dripping out my buttcheeks
I have so many techniques; they're just dripping out of me.


Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh
I sleep on my stomach to avoid messing up my beddings, you get it?


My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
My rap style is profound, deeper than the burial place I'll lie in.


I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
I'm ready to die, and no one can rescue me.


Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
I don't care about the world, my mother, and my girlfriend.


My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die!
I'm done with my life, just like my Jheri curl, and I'm ready to die.


(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I am prepared.)


(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I am prepared.)


(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I am prepared.)


(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
(So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die!)


As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
I flashback to when I was a criminal.


Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
I'd do whatever it took to rob people, including stealing their chains and wallets.


A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road
I'm an enormous, fierce criminal on the wrong path.


I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed
I had some drugs and attempted to take control of the block.


I want it all from the Rolex's to the Lexus
I want everything, from Rolex watches to Lexus cars.


Getting paid is all I expected
I expected to get paid for all my criminal activities.


My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
My mother didn't give me what I desired, and what the hell does that mean?


Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck
Now I have a Glock that makes people dodge my bullets.


Shit is real and hungry's how I feel
I'm starving, and the situation is real.


I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
I rob and steal to get that bling factor and the attention it brings.


Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep
I'm knocking guys down the stairs for my reputation.


Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet
Any action taken against me would lead to shootings.


The infrared's at your head real steady
My infrared gun is aimed at your head with precise accuracy.


You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready
You better arm yourselves because I'm prepared to shoot.


(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I am prepared.)


(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready to die
(Yes, I am prepared; I'm ready to die.)


(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I am prepared.)


Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
We won't kill you right away; we'll inflict pain first.


(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
(So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die!)


In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fucking neck
In a second, I'll bring a TEC gun to your damn neck.


Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some rec'
Everyone, lay down on the floor, Biggie's about to kill someone.


Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talking
I'd kill you fast for talking trash.


You better act like CeCe and keep on walking
You should walk away like CeCe Peniston from her hit song and avoid trouble.


When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
When I shoot you, I'll split you down to the bone.


You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete
You tried to fight back, but you couldn't, and you fell on the pavement.


Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin'
Your face meets my feet as I stomp you down.


I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
I'm destroying other rappers from Tallahassee to Compton.


Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
I'm the Notorious one, and I'm on another level of badassery.


Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
People consider me bizarre and insane because I point a 12 gauge gun to your head.


Make your shit splatter
I'll make you crap on yourself.


Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
Mixing blood and my wallet becomes thicker after a bloody confrontation.


After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit
After I hit you, I'll leave you on the street with your throat cut.


Down your backbone to where your motherfucking shit drip
From your spinal cord down to where you defecate, you'll be dripping blood.


The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
My punchlines will tear through your protective vest.


Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die!
Biggie Smalls is acing every test, and he's ready to die.


(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I am prepared.)


(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready
(Yes, I am prepared; I'm ready to go.)


(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I am prepared.)


Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker
It's time to go, and we'll put you out of your misery.


Niggas definitely know what time it is (yes, I'm ready)
Everyone knows what time it is, and Biggie is prepared.


The Notorious one in full effect, '93 (yes, I'm ready)
The infamous one is in full swing in 1993, and he's prepared.


Uh, uh (yes, I'm ready)
Uh, uh, yes, I'm prepared.


(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die) Suicidal, I'm ready!
(So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die!) I'm willing to commit suicide for this.


(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I am prepared.)


(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
(So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die!)


Now I lay me down to sleep (yeah)
I'm going to bed now.


Pray the Lord my soul to keep
I hope God saves my soul.


If I should die before I wake
If I die in my sleep.


I pray the Lord my soul to take
I hope God takes my soul when I die.


'Cause I'm ready to die
Because I'm prepared to pass away.


All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to
All of you can join me in death if you'd like.


Biggie Smalls the biggest man
Biggie Smalls is the most significant man around.


Rocking on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee
Biggie Smalls is rocking in 1993 with his producer, Easy Mo Bee.


Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam
Third Eye, and the other members of the Bad Boy family.


I don't wanna see no crying at my funeral
No crying should be displayed at my funeral.




Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Barbara Mason, Osten Harvey, Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Marshall Eugene Jones, Walter Morrison, Clarence Satchell, Gregory A. Webster, Le Roy Roosevelt Bonner, Ralph Middlebrook

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Slamdog500

If Aliens would ask "can you explain Biggie Smalls to us?"
Answer:
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your shit splatter - mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
After the hit - leave you on the street with your neck slit
Down your backbone to where your motherfucking'shit drip
The shit I kick - ripping through the vest Biggie Smalls passing any test

Biggie saw himself first and foremost as a "Hardcore Rapper", my favorite songs gotta be, "Dead Wrong", "Cunt Renaissance" "Ready To Die", "Who Shot Ya?", "Respect". Really really hardcore stuff but those song were not made for radio like "Juicy" or "Big Poppa" lol.



All comments from YouTube:

@pacthug4life

The vibe of this song is something that simply cant be recreated. This is a piece of 90's American culture. Raw, unapologetic, urban music that shifted the western culture. True Hip-Hop classic, timeless music.

@12bnkss78

Kev tgghhhjiui

@kev05wwe53

Preach🙏🏾

@greyfox1889

To this day the crown of hip hop remains without a new king

@Ggdkg

Respect. This is the truth.

@jacdejesus9739

Yes ir is

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@boomn216

This beat is untouchable. Could listen to it all day long.

@isael-patron2464

I've been doing that for the last 4 years

@tayluc777

It feels like near death.

@BloodMoney187

this lyrics are untouchable i could listem to them forever

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