This song was originally made as a demo for Angie Martinez’s radio show on Hot 97. If you’re not being arrested, never be seen communicating with the police.Never let anyone know what your next move will be.Never let anyone know how much money you have.It’s the same copy his mom was reading in the “Juicy” video. Many believe B.I.G drew inspiration for this song from the July 1994 issue of The Source magazine. In “Ten Crack Commandments,” Biggie presents himself as the Moses of the drug game, juxtaposing the force of God with the dark forces of capitalism, much like Jay Z’s “D'Evils” As in “D'Evils,” the ruthless street religion is stronger than Christianity.
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know How much dough you hold 'cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up Number Two: never let 'em know your next move Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence? Take it from your highness (Uh-huh) I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number Three: never trust nobody Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up Number Four: I know you heard this before "Never get high on your own supply" Number Five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em, "Bounce!" Number Six: that goddamn credit? Dead it You think a crackhead paying you back? Shit, forget it Seven: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number Eight: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too Number Nine shoulda been Number One to me: If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police If niggas think you snitchin', they ain't tryna listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin' Number Ten: a strong word called 'consignment' Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele, say, "Hell no!" 'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed Your girl fucked my man Jake up Heard in three weeks, she sniffed a whole half a cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh)
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