↵“But then Dame is like, ‘We don’t know him, and I’m not paying Puff. Fuck that nigga.’ And I’m like, ‘You know I’m DJ’ing for him, you know he’s my man, you know what time it is.’ So Dame’s like, ‘Well, if you can get him, and he’ll do it for free, it’s all good. But if not, we ain’t paying Puff no money, fuck Puff.’ So I’m like, ‘Yo, I gotta go to the bathroom.’
↵“I go downstairs, and I bring B.I.G. up. I’m like, ‘B.I.G., Jay. Jay, B.I.G.’
↵“Understand... I was playing B.I.G. shit Jay had done way before so he could see how ill he was. So once he got to the point where he knew how crazy Jay was, he was like, ‘Yeah, I’d rhyme with this guy.’
Rap Used To Be So, So Awesome
↵↵— DJ Clark Kent remembering “Brooklyn’s Finest” with Jay-Z and Notorious B.I.G. Time to separate the pros from the cons, the platinum from the bronze, the butter shot soft s**t from that leather on the fonz. If Faith had twins she’d probably have two Pacs.
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