Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Carl "Chucky" Thompson
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter
Frank Donalds
Songwriter
Gary Morgan
Songwriter
Larry Troutman
Songwriter
Norman Glover
Songwriter
Reginald Ellis
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Shirley Murdock
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Carl Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Combs
Producer
Carl "Chucky" Thompson
Producer
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Digga
Producer
Norman
Producer
John Wydrycs
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo let— let— let me ask you a question, yo
Yo, would you kill for me?
Hmm, yeah
Uh, the act of making love— (Haa)
What took you so long to answer, ****?
I don't know
The **** wrong with you, ****?
[Verse 1]
When I met you, I admit, my first thoughts was to trick
You look so good, huh, I'll suck on your daddy's ****
I never felt that way in my life
It didn't take long before I made you my wife
Got no rings and ****, just my main squeeze
Comin' to the crib, even had a set of keys
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
In the process, I admit, I tricked a little
But you was my ****, the one who'd never snitch
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy **** rich
And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right
[Chorus]
Just me and my ****, me and my ****
(But you know you love that ****, don't you?)
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****
(Yeah, no question, no question)
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****, yeah
(Yo, let me ask you another question)
Just me and my ****, just me and my ****, yeah
(What?)
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****, yeah
(You been **** 'round on me?)
Just me and my ****, just me and my ****
(Why would I do that?)
Just me and my ****, me and my ****, yeah
(Yo, don't lie to me, ****)
Just me and my ****
[Verse 2]
Moonlight strolls with the ****, oh, no, that's not my steelo
I wanna **** that like to play ceelo and craps
Packin' **** in a Coach bag, steamin' dime bags
A real **** is all I want, all I ever had
With a bop just as strong as me
Totin' **** just as long as me, the **** belongs with me
Any plans with another ****, my **** spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet
Throwin' my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows
I see my Polos and Timbos
Hide my car keys so I can't leave
A real slick ****, keep a trick up her sleeve
And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly
She'll invite me, politely, to fight, G
And then we lie together, cry together
I swear to God I hope we **** die together
[Chorus]
Just me and my ****, just me and my ****, yeah
(****, if I ever)
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****
(Catch your **** around)
Just me and my ****, just me and my ****, yeah
(I'll cut your **** off)
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****
(Haha)
Just me and my ****, just me and my ****, yeah
(Stop playin')
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****
(I ain't pl— ain't— ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes)
Just me and my ****, just me and my ****, yeah
(Ain't no jokes)
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****
(Yo, don— don't play with my ****)
[Verse 3]
She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies
Didn't hesitate to squeeze to get my life out of danger
One day, she put 911 on the pager
Had to call back, whether it's minor or major
No response, the phone just rung
Grab my vest, grab my ****, to find out the problem
When I pulled up, police was on the scene
Had to make the U-turn, make sure my **** was clean
Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes
Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes
It didn't take long before the tears start
I saw my **** dead with the **** to the heart
And I know it was meant for me
I guess the **** felt they had to kill the closest one to me
And when I find 'em your life is to an end
They killed my best friend, me and my ****
[Chorus]
Just me and my ****, me and my ****, yeah
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****, uh
Just me and my ****, me and my ****, yeah
Just me and my ****, yeah, just me and my ****, uh
Just me and my ****, just me and my ****, yeah
Just me and my ****, just me and my ****
Just me and my ****, me and my ****, yeah
Just me and my ****
[Instrumental]
Let's get started then
So when did you first start rappin'?
Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18
So how did you first get started? Who influenced you?
Ain't nobody really influenced me, you know what I'm saying?
I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what I'm saying? Had to get up off that, you know
I see. So where you from?
Brooklyn
Written by: Sean Puffy Combs, Frank Donalds, Norman A Glover, Gary Morgan, Shirley J Murdock, Carl E Thompson, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman, Christopher Wallace