Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Show Me, Homie


Hey, Biggie Smalls. Whatcha doing?

“Fucking bitches in Black People Heaven.”

There’s a heaven for black people?

“No doubt.”

Besides Atlanta?

“Good one. Yeah, you know: used to be one place but nobody could decide on what records to play.”

Did the DJ spin some Sam Cooke? Everybody loves Sam Cooke.

“Nah, nah. Some wack shit. Deedley-deedley and the songs go on forever.”

Ah. I think I know who you’re talking about.

“Yeah, yeah. Hey: you want some pussy? I’ll hook you up.”

I do not. And if there’s any way for you not to use that word, I’d appreciate it.


That’s the one.

“You don’t like the word pussy?”

Not especially.

“What about the word ni–”


“Heh. I’m fucking with you, white boy.”


Who killed you, anyway. Big?


What? Really? Oh my God. Really!?

“Fuck, no. Suge did.”

That makes more sense.


  1. Fu#$ng You Tonight was our wedding song.

  2. my favorite Big joint

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