A posthumous Biggie song about rape, murder, and pedophilia—perfect for an Eminem feature, which he discussed in his autobiography The Way I Am: I rapped on a remix of The Notorious B.I.G. song ‘Dead Wrong.’… Read More [Produced by Chucky Thompson and Mario Winans] [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, Born Again Yeah [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin' 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 her 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, capiche-ah? I'm out like "The Vapors" Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho Swift fists like Camacho, I got so Much style, 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 clits! (Yeah) Suckin' on the tits (Uh), 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 the 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 goin' on? You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] When I get dusted, I like to spread the blunt like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves ya 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 shootin' 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 hidin' in a room, fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealin' with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin' 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 screamin' (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 (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong (This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong (Ladies and gentlemen) [Verse 3: Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshippin' Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals – havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals, and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kick the habit I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin' 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 goin' on? You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong (Uh-huh), who got it goin' on? (Born Again, yeah) You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong) The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong [Outro: Diddy] We won't stop, 'cause we can't stop