“I love it when you call me Big Poppa / The show stoppa, the rhyme droppa.” The late, great Notorious B.I.G. was only around for a few years and yet the impact he left was so enormous, we’re still feeling it to this day.
In the years between his debut record “Party and Bullshit” dropped in 1993 and the last song released before his death “Hypnotize,” which was also his first number one song, Biggie changed the game and elevated lyricism to a new artform with his pinpoint delivery, liquid flow and commanding mic presence.
Aside from dropping two of the greatest rap albums of all time with Ready to Die and Life After Death, Big also spent a lot of his time blessing other rappers with unforgettable guest verses. In fact, you could make an argument for his spot on the greatest rappers of all time list based on his features between ’93 and ’97 alone.
From his scene-stealing performance on Craig Mack’s “Flava in Ya Ear (Remix)” to his dual with Jay-Z on “Brooklyn’s Finest,” here are the 10 greatest Notorious B.I.G. guest verses of all time.
10. Heavy D & the Boyz – “A Buncha Niggas”
Album: Blue Funk
Released: December 12, 1992
Producer: 3rd Eye, Heavy D
I bring drama like you spit on my momma (Woo) Cannibalisti like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer (Uh) I'm a cap peeler, girl stealer (Hey) Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer, huh? When I hit you with the blow of death, I leave nothing left I cook you up so quick, they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef My burner's to my left, I'm not the type to fight I'm blowing up quick like a stick of dynamite (Boom) So call 911, Biggie's got a gun (Woo) The gat to your back, I'm smoking everyone (Hey, ho) Quick to pack clips and squeeze on the trigger Who's in the house, huh? A bunch of niggas
9. Mary J. Blige – “What’s the 411? (Remix)”
Album: What’s the 411? Remix
Released: December 7, 1993
Producer: Tumblin’ Dice
As I sit back relax Steam a blunt, sip a Becks Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex I'd probably go to jail For fucking Patti LaBelle Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell Jasmine Guy was fly Mariah Carey's kinda scary Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary? Them jeans, they fittin' like a glove I had a crush on you since "Real Love" Hold your horses I'm a show ya who the boss of intercourse is Sex, I'm taking no losses Even groups like SWV and TLC Can't see B.I.G. with telepathy The recipe, a picture hardcore with a gun Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun When it comes to nuts, I bust 'em one by one So what's the 4-1-1, hun?
8. Ron G – “Stop the Breaks”
Album: N/A
Released: 1994
Producer: DJ Ron G
I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the Pearly Gates Fuck him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway But my mama got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talking 'bout some "Praise the Lord" shit "Hail Mary"? Fuck her, I never knew her I'd probably screw her, and dump her body in the sewer "Our Father"? My pops stuck up dope spots Big, black and mean with the fifth by the gabardines What you expected from his next of kin, huh? I'm loco, bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if ya wanna shoot me while I'm shitting The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressing Niggas keep stressing, the same motherfucking question: How many shots does it take to make my heart stop And my body start to shake? Ron G, stop the breaks
7. Super Cat – “Dolly My Baby (Extended Bad Boy Remix)”
Album: Don Dada
Released: January 1, 1993
Producer: 3rd Eye, Puff Daddy
I love it when you call me Big Poppa The show stoppa, the rhyme droppa Super Cat pass the Glock, uh, I see you shivering Check the flavor Biggie Smalls is delivering Lyrical lyricist flowing lyrics out my larynx Chubby competitor, quick to kick a chump in the chest Yes, it's Bad Boy, (Right) hard to the core LAWWD! Me can't take it no more Out
6. Total – “Can’t You See”
Album: New Jersey Drive, Vol. 1
Released: March 27, 1995
Producer: Rashad Smith of The Hitmen, Sean “Puff Daddy” Combs, Herb Middleton, and Chucky Thompson
Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina (Uh) Bet Big get in between you (Haha), then see you (Yeah, that's right) Peep the prognosis, doses, blends and bends like Twizzlers Big is fitting to hurt what's under that skirt (Slow down, son, you're killin' 'em) Who filling 'em with octane? Got 'em gassed up, 'bout to get blast up, some (Uh) The last one, word to mother, brother, miss ’em I seen it when he kissed him at the wake, made his body shake (Woo) The high guy in 850i, smoke tint Rap terror, four chrome Antera's (I like that) Two-fives by the livers, the fifth's is inconspicuous Bad Boy slipped in '95? Ridiculous (Hahaha, that's right) My rap lines is like land mines (Uh) One step, ka-boom (Boom) Black suits fill the room To whom it may concern, Junior M.A.F.I.A.'s the clique (Shoutout Junior M.A.F.I.A.) Act up, I'll have my honeys Total bust your shit (That's right)
5. Puff Daddy – “It’s All About the Benjamins (Remix)”
Album: No Way Out
Released: July 1, 1996
Producer: Stevie J, Diddy & Deric “D-Dot” Angelettie
I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (That's right) Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me In my asshole (Uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl (Uh-huh) My West Coast shorty push the chrome .740 Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat? Half a brick of yay in the bra, where her titties at? And I'm livin' that whole life, we push weight (Uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (C'mon) Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (Get away) Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?
4. Jay-Z – “Brooklyn’s Finest”
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Released: June 25, 1996
Producer: Clark Kent
Hit you, back-split you (Uh) Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (Uh) Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (Woo) Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (Mmm-hmm) Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (Haha) Most hated
3. Puff Daddy – “Young Gs”
Album: No Way Out
Released: July 22, 1997
Producer: Rashad Smith
Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (Ugh) Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (Uh-huh) My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes To get richer than Richie quickly, niggas wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High-caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit In my circumference, mad bitches with mad Lucci Bulletproof vestses under they Coogis Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent Driving dirty in J-30's gettin' bent (Uh-huh) And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin' niggas with punani, like heiny And Cyrus up in Cypress Fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus While I just slang coke, smoke pounds of choke (Uh-huh) Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin' off up in my loft, of course, I know my shit's tight Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half-Black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental The situation ain't accidental What? From a, from a young G's perspective, ugh... What? From a, from a young G's perspective, ugh...
2. Craig Mack – “Flava in Ya Ear (Remix)”
Album: N/A
Released: July 26, 1994
Producer: Easy Mo Bee
Ugh! Ugh! Niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays (Yeah) Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes (Ugh) Far from handsome, but damn, a nigga tote (What you tote?) More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots Invisible bully, like The Gooch Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me (Ugh) Take them rhymes back to the factory I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics The shit is depressing, pathetic, please forget it (Ugh) You're mad 'cause my style you're admiring Don't be mad, UPS is hiring (Woo!) You should've been a cop, fuck hip-hop With that freestyle, you're bound to get shot (Ugh) Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (Uh-huh) Pack the gat a lot (Uh-huh), the flav's 'bout to drop, ugh
1. Puff Daddy – “Victory”
Album: No Way Out
Released: July 22, 1997
Producer: Stevie J, Puff Daddy
In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin', your fam' destiny Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars (A few cars) And I kick a few flows so I could pimp a few hoes (A few hoes) Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (Castro) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit Oops, Cristal keep spilling shit, you overdid it Holmes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic Park did, quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me, the underboss Of this holocaust, truly yours, Frank White
