The Notorious B.I.G. – “Dead Wrong” (ft. Eminem)

Throwback to The Notorious B.I.G.’s Eminem-featured “Dead Wrong” collaboration. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by Chucky Thompson & Mario Winans.

The Notorious B.i.g. Dead Wrong

No matter what ends up happening on March 9th, today will forever be marred by the death of The Notorious B.I.G, who died on this day twenty-four years ago. By now, it’s no secret that Biggie is a lyrical genius, easily one of the culture’s defining writers and an enduring example of excellent penmanship. It feels appropriate to highlight one of the rapper’s many brilliant tracks — as well as one of his most depraved — in “Dead Wrong,” a posthumous collaboration with Eminem.

Over an unsettling horn-driven beat, Biggie gives all the way into his villainous urges, embracing all the thrills of hedonism and violence as he spits methodical and brutal bars. “Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer,” he spits, introducing himself to the unaware. “The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers / Hail Mary, full of grace, smack the bitch in the face.” Not long after, he declares himself to be more ruthless than Lucifer himself, leaving little reason to doubt him. “Disrespect me, my potency is deadly,” he warns. “I’m shooting babies — no ifs, ands or maybes.”

Who better to match Biggie’s madcap depravity than Slim Shady himself, who steps in to close things off with a dexterous verse. By now, his opening stanza has become iconic. “There’s several different levels to Devil worshiping,” he spits. “Horses’ heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism / Animals, having sex with ’em, camels, mammals and rabbits / But I don’t get into that, I kicked the habit.”

Easily one of the most twisted duets in hip-hop history, especially when you factor in the combined level of lyrical excellence, “Dead Wrong” remains an essential part of both Biggie and Slim’s respective catalogs.

The Notorious B.I.G. – Dead Wrong (ft. Eminem) (prod. Chucky Thompson & Mario Winans)

Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]
Bad Boy, baby
Yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000 again
Yeah

[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers!
“Hail Mary, full of grace…” Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
Jab her if she act funny with the money
Oh, you got me mistaken, honey
I don’t wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capisce-ah? I’m out like The Vapors
Who’s the one you call Mr. Macho?
The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho
I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics
“Make up to break up,” niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don’t remember shit, just the two hits
Her hittin’ the floor and me hittin’ the clit
Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin’ for the dick
And your moms ain’t ugly, love, my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was Humpin’ Around and Jumpin’ Around
Jacked her, then, I asked her, “Who’s her man?” She said, “B-I-G,”
Then I bust in her E-Y-E

[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
You’re dead wrong
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
You’re dead wrong

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over, Lucifer, I’m more ruthless, uh
Leave you toothless, you’ll kibitz, I’ll flip it
Tears don’t affect me, I hit ’em with the TEC, G’s
Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
I’m shooting babies; no ifs, ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the dick
I stabbed her brother with the ice pick
Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
But Smalls don’t get down like that
Found your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you’re dealing with?
Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab you ’til you’re gushy, so please don’t push me
I’m using rubbers so they won’t trace the semen
The black demon got the little hookers screaming (Woo!)
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
With no hair in between, know what I mean?

[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (You’re dead wrong)
You’re dead wrong Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
(This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby) You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
You’re dead wrong Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong who got it going on?
(Ladies and gentlemen…) You’re dead wrong

[Verse 3: Eminem]
There’s several different levels to Devil worshiping
Horses’ heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals, having sex with ’em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don’t get into that, I kicked the habit
I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I’m lyin’, I got a .9 in my pocket
And baby, I’m just dyin’ to cock him
He’s ready for war, I’m ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My Uzi’s heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn’t have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I’ll lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wed on the third, then she’s dead on the fourth
I’m dead wrong!

[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (You’re dead wrong)
You’re dead wrong
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong (Uh-huh)
Who got it going on? (Born Again, yeah)
You’re dead wrong
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong (C’mon)
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong (C’mon)
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong (*repeat to fade*)

[Outro: Diddy]
We won’t stop, ’cause we can’t stop

[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Mario Winans]

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