Suicidal Thoughts
The Notorious B. I. G./Musicfire.in Lyrics

Hello? Aw shit, nigga!
Opening line where the singer is answering a phone call and is surprised and irritated at the same time.

What the fuck time is it, man?
The singer is trying to know the time of the day when he answers the phone call.

Oh goddamn, nigga!
The singer is using the expression goddamn to show frustration.

Do you know what time it is?
The artist is trying to know the time and expresses it in the form of a question.

Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight?
The artist is trying to figure out what's happening and asking if the person on call is okay.

Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?
The singer is irritated and frustrated, using a curse word to express it, and questions the person on the call regarding their well-being.

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
The singer expresses a desire to go to hell, indicating their feeling of being worthless.

'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
The artist acknowledges they are a bad person and their worthlessness is evident to everyone.

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
The artist questions the sense in going to heaven where only good people go.

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
The artist is expressing a preference for dark-colored clothes like black Timbs and hoodies.

God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit
The singer expects to face extreme punishment in hell as a result of their actions.

No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
The artist mentions the absence of pleasures they might have enjoyed in life.

Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
The singer does not want to spend eternity in the company of good and righteous people in heaven.

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)
The singer rejects the idea of spending eternity among good people and instead desires to indulge in vices like gambling and violence.

All my life I been considered as the worst
The singer acknowledges they have always been considered a bad person.

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
The artist admits to having lied to their mother and stealing from her.

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
The artist has been involved in various crimes such as drug dealing and extortion.

I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
The singer thinks their mother would have regretted not having had an abortion instead of bringing them into the world.

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself, nigga!)
The singer feels their mother no longer loves them as she did in the past, and there is someone else urging them to control their emotions.

Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
The artist recalls being breastfed by their mother to silence their hunger.

I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
The artist wonders if their mother would cry if they were to die.

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
The artist seeks forgiveness for their past misdeeds and apologizes for their disrespectful behavior.

My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
The singer mentions the ages of his child's mother and her younger sister.

Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you)
The artist wonders who is responsible for the situation and is told that he is not at fault.

I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
The singer expresses a desire to commit suicide and end their misery.

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the fuck?)
The singer threatens to kill themselves with a gun, and the person on the other end of the call is shocked and upset.

And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man)
The singer imagines the aftermath of their suicide and describes how the bed would be covered in blood. Someone tells them it's too late for such talk.

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head
The artist feels they are already dead inside and their life is worthless, calling themselves the slur 'buddha head.'

The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Yo, I'm on my way over there, man)
The artist is overwhelmed by the stress and cannot believe how bad things are. Someone on the phone says they are on their way over.

Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave
The singer reiterates their desire to commit suicide and end their life.

I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
The singer feels like their time is running out, and death is beckoning them to end their life.

But nah, you wouldn't understand (Nigga, talk to me please, man!)
The artist feels like the person on the phone would not understand what they are going through and pleads with them to listen and talk to them.

You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
The artist compares their situation to that of a character in a movie called New Jack City, where crack addiction ruined the character's life.

Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Yo, I'ma call you when I get in the car)
The artist acknowledges that if they go through with suicide and 'cross over,' there is no chance of coming back to life. Someone says they will call back later.

Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street
The singer contemplates dying in a manner similar to a character named Ramo in the movie Beat Street by getting hit by a train.

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?)
The artist imagines people pretending to mourn his death at his funeral, and someone asks where the artist's girlfriend is.

My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!)
The singer's baby mama kisses him but is happy that he is no longer alive. Someone on the phone wants to talk to the singer's girlfriend.

She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
The singer reveals that he had a romantic relationship with his girlfriend's younger sister.

I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)
The singer feels like they have reached the end of the road and cannot speak. Someone asks if they are listening.

Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga)
The artist asks someone to call his friend Chic and tell him that he is feeling weak and has lost his will to live. The person on the phone tries to encourage him to keep going.

I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
The artist is tired of people lying and is annoyed with women hitting on him.

Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'
The singer is fed up with talking and wants to end the conversation.

(Ayo Big! Ayo Big!)
The singer hears someone calling him by his nickname 'Big' and is interrupted mid-thought.

Please hang up, and try your call again
The recording on the other end of the phone recommends the caller to hang up and try again.

Please hang up, this is a recording
The artist realizes that the call is being recorded and is asked to hang up.