who shot ya
The Notoroius B.I.G Lyrics


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As we proceed (uh)
To give you what you need
'95, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
'95, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up (as we proceed)
Turn that mic up, yeah
That beat is knockin', I need that mic up though (to give you what you need)
Turn that shit the fuck up (East Coast, motherfuckers)
Uh, what? (Bad Boy, motherfuckers)
Turn it up louder
Yeah, uh
As we proceed to give you
What you need
J.M., motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers (uh)
'95, motherfuckers (woo)
Uh

Who shot ya? (uh)
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek (woo)
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots (uh)
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school, new school need to learn though
I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno (burn, baby, burn, what?)
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggas know, the lyricla molestin' is takin' place
Fuckin' with B.I.G. it ain't safe (uh)
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools (uh)
Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me two Glock 9's
Any motherfucker whispering about mines (and I'm)
And I'm Crooklyn's finest (uh)
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

As we proceed (what?)
To give you what you need
'95, motherfuckers (what? Uh)
Get live, motherfuckers

As we proceed (what? Uh)
To give you what you need
East Coast, motherfuckers
Bad Boy, motherfuckers

Get high, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers (uh, uh)
Smoke blunts, motherfuckers (uh)
Get high, motherfuckers ('95, uh)
Ready to die, motherfuckers (uh)
'95, motherfuckers (uh)

I seen the light excite all the freaks (uh)
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggas wanna creep, got to watch my back
Think the Cognac and Indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cocksucker G's up (uh)
One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
Clip to TEC, respect, I demand it
Slip and break the 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya (uh)
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face (uh), so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily (uh)
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
Hammer cock, in the fire position and, what?

Get live, motherfuckers
Ready to die, motherfuckers

Come here, come here (what?)
Open your fucking mouth, open your (it ain't gotta be like that B.I.G., oh)
Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me? (as we proceed)
Huh? Look at you now (to give you what you need)
Huh?
Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh? ('95, motherfuckers)
Bitch-ass nigga, what? (get live, motherfuckers)
(Get live, motherfuckers)

As we proceed (who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
'95, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers (who shot ya?)
Ready to die, motherfuckers

As we proceed (who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
'95, motherfuckers
East Coast, motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
West Coast, motherfuckers (us)
West Coast, motherfuckers

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed (as we proceed)
To give you what you need (to give you what you need)

Get live, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers (get live, motherfuckers)
'95, motherfuckers ('95, motherfuckers)
Get money, motherfuckers (get money, motherfuckers)

(as we proceed) as we proceed
To give you what you need (to give you what you need)
'95, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers (get live, motherfuckers)
'95, motherfuckers (yeah)
J.M., motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers

As we proceed




To give you what you need
('95)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Who Shot Ya by The Notorious B.I.G. are both aggressive and introspective. The song is essentially a diss track, insinuating that the rapper is superior to his opponents in every aspect - money, fame, skill, and sheer strength. The hook is aggressive, posing the question "Who Shot Ya?" in a booming tone that reflects the rapper's air of superiority. The verses then go on to reinforce his power, describing his prowess on the streets of Brooklyn and the fear he inspires in his enemies. He brags about being Brooklyn's finest, stating that he is a combination of old-school and new-school; experienced yet fresh, and warns anyone who dares to challenge him that they will face consequences.


As the song progresses, the rapper becomes ever more menacing, describing his victims' sweat, heartbeat, and death throes. He boasts of his wealth, with references to "mad chips" and the luxurious Rolex watch on his arm. He also references the pantheon of musical icons, invoking Chaka Khan and Disco Inferno. The song is notable for its dark and ominous tone, reflecting the danger and violence that pervaded the hip-hop scene at the time.


Line by Line Meaning

As we proceed to give you what you need
As we continue to provide you with what you desire


'95, motherfuckers
In the year 1995, my fellow individuals


Get live, motherfuckers
Become lively and energetic, my fellow individuals


Now turn the mics up
Increase the volume of the microphones


Turn that mic up, yeah
Raise the volume of that microphone, yes


That beat is knockin', I need that mic up though
The rhythm is powerful, I require the microphone to be louder


Turn that shit the fuck up
Significantly amplify the sound


Uh, what?
Expression of surprise or confusion


Turn it up louder
Increase the volume even more


As we proceed to give you
While we continue to offer


J.M., motherfuckers
Representing myself, motherfuckers


'95, motherfuckers (woo)
In the year 1995, my fellow individuals (expressing enthusiasm)


Who shot ya?
Who was responsible for shooting at you?


Separate the weak from the obsolete
Distinguish the vulnerable from the outdated


Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
Difficult to move stealthily through the streets of Brooklyn


It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
It's serious now, ignore all the petty conflicts


I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek (woo)
I can hear the fear and anxiety in your voice


Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Your heartbeat is pounding heavily, akin to the loud footsteps of Sasquatch


Thundering, shaking the concrete
Powerful and causing vibrations in the concrete


Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Put an end to it and halt their plan when I intervene


Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots (uh)
Residents contacted the police reporting multiple gunshots (expression of surprise)


Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
Observed me in the expensive convertible car, a 325i model


Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
I will harm and kill, using electrical tape to restrain your daughter


Old school, new school need to learn though
Both the older and younger generations must acquire knowledge


I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno (burn, baby, burn, what?)
I ignite and cause destruction, just like the raging fire in Disco Inferno (a song reference)


Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Slowly consume drugs like marijuana cigarettes mixed with cocaine


Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Remove more layers of protection than an Idaho potato skin


Niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place
People are aware that I am dominating and overpowering lyrically


Fuckin' with B.I.G. it ain't safe (uh)
Engaging with B.I.G. is dangerous (expression of surprise)


I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
I cause irritation and discomfort, affecting a large number of people


Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Injuries and damage, marijuana cigarettes and luxury SUVs


Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools (uh)
Big Poppa defeats and destroys foolish individuals (expression of surprise)


Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
People are angry because I understand the importance of money


Everything around me two Glock 9's
Everything I encounter involves having two Glock 9mm handguns


Any motherfucker whispering about mines (and I'm)
Anyone who talks secretly about my possessions (and I am)


And I'm Crooklyn's finest (uh)
And I represent the best of Brooklyn (expression of surprise)


You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
You play this song again, Bad Boy Entertainment is responsible for its creation


Get high, motherfuckers
Become intoxicated, my fellow individuals


Smoke blunts, motherfuckers
Inhale marijuana cigarettes, my fellow individuals


Get high, motherfuckers ('95, uh)
Become intoxicated, my fellow individuals (in the year 1995, expression of enthusiasm)


Ready to die, motherfuckers (uh)
Prepared to face death, my fellow individuals (expression of surprise)


I seen the light excite all the freaks (uh)
I witnessed the illumination exciting all the unconventional individuals (expression of surprise)


Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Accumulate a significant amount of money, show love and support to my close friends


Niggas wanna creep, got to watch my back
Individuals want to sneak up on me, therefore I must be vigilant


Think the Cognac and Indo sack make me slack?
Believe that consuming Cognac and marijuana will make me lethargic?


I switches all that, cocksucker G's up (uh)
I change my approach, raising the stakes and showing my superiority (expression of surprise)


One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
If someone makes a wrong move, they will be riddled with bullet holes like Swiss cheese


Clip to TEC, respect, I demand it
Attach a full ammunition magazine to the TEC-9 firearm, I command and deserve respect


Slip and break the 11th Commandment
Make a mistake and violate an imaginary additional commandment


Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa
Do not dare to confront or encounter Poppa


Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya (uh)
Experience immense fear and anxiety when I defeat and eliminate you (expression of surprise)


I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
I sympathize with you, just like Chaka Khan, I'm the leader and authority figure


Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
I possess women at my leisure, wearing a Rolex watch on my wrist


You'll die slow but calm
You will meet a slow, yet peaceful death


Recognize my face (uh), so there won't be no mistake
Acknowledge and remember my appearance, to avoid any misunderstandings


So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
So you can inform the police where I am, you foolish individual


Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Courageous individual, became the headline news


Puff Daddy flips daily (uh)
Puff Daddy (Diddy) constantly changes and adapts (expression of surprise)


I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
I consume marijuana cigarettes while he drinks Baileys Irish Cream


On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
Carrying handguns in concealed locations, even at religious ceremonies


Hammer cock, in the fire position and, what?
Cocking the hammer of the firearm, ready to fire at any moment, and?


Come here, come here (what?)
Approach me, come here (expression of surprise)


Open your fucking mouth, open your (it ain't gotta be like that B.I.G., oh)
Part your lips, open your (it doesn't have to be this way, B.I.G., oh)


Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh?
Didn't I warn you not to mess with me? Huh?


Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
You can't speak properly with a gun in your mouth, huh?


Bitch-ass nigga, what? (Get live, motherfuckers)
Pathetic individual, what? (Become lively, my fellow individuals)


(Get live, motherfuckers)
(Become lively, my fellow individuals)


East Coast, motherfuckers
Representing the East Coast, my fellow individuals


West Coast, motherfuckers (us)
Representing the West Coast, my fellow individuals (including myself)


Come here, come here (what?)
Approach me, come here (expression of surprise)


Ready to die, motherfuckers
Prepared to face death, my fellow individuals


As we proceed (who shot ya?)
While we continue (who shot at you?)


To give you what you need
To provide you with what you desire


'95, motherfuckers
In the year 1995, my fellow individuals


East Coast, motherfuckers
Representing the East Coast, my fellow individuals


West Coast, motherfuckers
Representing the West Coast, my fellow individuals


As we proceed (as we proceed)
While we continue (while we continue)


To give you what you need (to give you what you need)
To provide you with what you desire (to provide you with what you desire)


Get live, motherfuckers
Become lively, my fellow individuals


Get high, motherfuckers
Become intoxicated, my fellow individuals


'95, motherfuckers (yeah)
In the year 1995, my fellow individuals (expression of enthusiasm)


J.M., motherfuckers
Representing myself, motherfuckers




Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Sean Combs, Herb Magidson, Nashiem Sa-Allah Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Allie Wrubel

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