R.I.P. B.I.G.

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

The month of March made me shiver
With every Source mag I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, Chris Wallace, dead-eye
Drove my Wrangler to Franklin (Ave.)
But the blunt spot was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ forties and wine
Singin’, "Let's throw on Ready to Die.
"Let's throw on Ready to Die."

Did he ever settle out of court
with Chuck D, who was a real bad sport
about that ...Baseheads bit?
Do you believe in Biggie's tales
of guns and hand-to-hand crack sales?
To be honest, I don't really give a shit.

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
'Cause you're trying to look like Lil Kim
You both wear wigs to match your bra
Implants to come when you sell your car

I was a lonely teenager, sneaking beer
In BOSS jeans and Cross Colours gear
But I knew rap would get really queer
The day the music died.

I started singin’:
"Bye-bye, Chris Wallace, dead-eye
"Could have dissed Puffy, lived lovely
"If he wasn't so high.
"And them good old boys were drinkin’ forties and wine
"Singin’, 'Let's throw on Ready to Die.
'Let's throw on Ready to Die.'"

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
He's been on the cover of Rolling Stone
When they felt like covering rap.
When Big had a hype man in Lil Cease
And rappers still signed off with "peace"
But wouldn't hesitate to bust a cap.

Oh, and while Biggie was still loving life,
2Pac claimed he fucked Big's wife.
We're unsure of the real truth;
She looked drunk sitting in that booth.
And while Jeezy was in grade school,
Fans went out and copped their tools
We all observed the Golden Rule
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"Bye-bye, Chris Wallace, dead-eye
"Juicy was so dope
"Much better than Hypnotize
"And them good old boys were drinkin’ forties and wine
"Singin’, 'Let's throw on Ready to Die.
'Let's throw on Ready to Die.'"

Helter skelter in a Coogi sweater,
Was he the victim of a vendetta?
Or was it planned to dis-induce
More L.A. tension like in ninety-two?
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
He didn't fit in the vocal booth

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
Of Method Man fans lighting their boom
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
'Cause the same dudes that say Biggie is great
For holding heat and pushing weight
Left rap in a depolorable state
Since the day the music died.

We started singing,
"Bye-bye, Chris Wallace, dead-eye
"Would Big have an icy grill
"If he was still alive?
"And them good old boys were drinkin’ forties and wine
"Singin’, 'Let's throw on Ready to Die.
'Let's throw on Ready to Die.'"