‘As for Remorse, We Feel No’
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The bitter feud between rappers Tupac Shakur and Notorious B.I.G. is reflected in their song lyrics, as excerpted below.
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‘Who Shot Ya?’
Notorious B.I.G.
(Released in June 1995, eight months after gunmen ambushed Shakur in a New York recording studio, wounding and robbing him. Bad Boy is B.I.G.’s record label.)
Who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat ... thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
And I’m Crooklyn’s finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy’s behind this.
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‘Hit ‘Em Up’
Tupac Shakur
(Released in October 1995.)
Biggie, you claim to be a player
But I [had sex with] your wife
I let those [Bad Boy guys] know it’s on for life
Grab your Glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Who shot me? But you punks didn’t finish
Now you’re about to feel the wrath of a menace
Die slow
We the realest
We Bad Boy Killaz
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‘Long Kiss Goodnight’
Notorious B.I.G.
(Released in March 1997, six months after Shakur’s death. “My team in marine blue” is believed to refer to the Southside Crips, whose members wear blue.)
See, I told y’all
I told y’all to stop!
But no, you didn’t stop
And now, we won’t stop
Chorus: Time, time for you to die
You’re bleeding lovely, with your spirit above me
or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me
Rest where the worms and the weak be
Look what you made me do, brains blew
My team in the marine blue
Slugs hit your chest, tap you spine, flat line
Heard through the grapevine, you got [shot] four times
Sleep, still, slow
As for remorse, we feel no.
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