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Whenever you want to do it.’ He was like, ‘Alright, cool. I’m trying to do this record with you.’ I was like, ‘Yo, I’m with it. He had it pulled it down and he was like, ‘Yo, I’m Big. He walked up to me and he had a scarf around his head trying to cover up the eyeball bag. I remember because he had the Big shirt on that he wore in the ‘Juicy’ video. Then, we did a show at The Muse and I met Biggie. That’s how I felt when I heard ‘Me & My Bitch.’ You’re sitting there until the last credit rolls out, and even when the lights come on you’re still a little reluctant to get out of your seat, because you want to savor that experience.

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It was like when you see a great movie and the credits are rolling, but you’re sitting there reading the credits, because the movie was just so fucking good. I’m like, ‘Yeah? Why?’ He’s like, ‘He’s got this song called ‘Me & My Bitch,’ here’s the tape.’ So I take the tape, play the shit, and I listen to the record. Long story short, my man Raider Ruckus was like, ‘Yo, you need to do a song with this Biggie dude.’ There goes that name again. This nigga’s insane!’ But then I didn’t hear nothing of it after that. It’s a single called ‘Party & Bullshit.’” I listened to that shit, I was like, ‘Ri-diculous. It’s the Who’s The Man? Soundtrack, but I want you to listen to my man. Guess who he’s working for? Uptown Records. He was with this kid name Dan Smalls, whom I used to work with at the Statue of Liberty. We were in Atlantic City and ran into Guru of Gang Starr.

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