Big washes Jay, but that’s beside the point. The song he was on, “ I Love the Dough,” is a perfect little triumph, all sheen and sneer. Jay’s appearance on Life After Death helped signal this next, presumably more lucrative era for the Roc.
After brokering a small deal to promote a single and then a slightly bigger one to distribute Reasonable Doubt, his label, Roc-A-Fella records, was able to leverage that album (along with Jay’s work as a ghostwriter on Foxy Brown’s Ill Na Na) into an unusually favorable arrangement with Def Jam. It captures Jay doing things he’d try more audaciously in the future: “I’m the focal point like Biggie in his prime/On the low though (shh), the city is mine” is the polite precursor to what he’d do four years later on The Blueprint: “And if I ain’t better than Big, I’m the closest one.” It’s the sound of a remarkable talent attempting the leap into superstardom and fucking up the landing just a little bit.īig’s death had left a vacuum in rap that Jay was in a position to dream of filling it was a minor miracle. 1 distilled into a four-minute sample: wrought with grief and buoyed by extraordinary technical skill, packaged in (and maybe marred by) a fixation on the most commercial sounds of the moment. “The City Is Mine” is In My Lifetime, Vol. “What’s the deal, playboy?” he asks at the song’s beginning. Instead, he drove down to Virginia Beach and channelled his grief into a song called “ The City Is Mine,” which was produced by Teddy Riley, featured Blackstreet (plus saxophone by a then-unknown, pre-Neptunes Chad Hugo), and was built around a sample of Glenn Frey’s “ You Belong to the City,” which sounds like an extremely sensual elevator ride. He asked Jay to write verses for “ I’ll Be Missing You,” a flip of the Police’s “ Every Breath You Take” that would also feature Big’s wife, the singer Faith Evans. The case, as you probably know, is still unsolved.Īfter Biggie’s death, Puff Daddy, who had discovered Big and then put himself all in the videos, dancing, set out to pay tribute. In the early morning hours of March 9, 1997, Big was shot and killed at the intersection of Wilshire Boulevard and Fairfax Avenue in Los Angeles. “Is the whole album gonna sound like this?” Finally, he stopped, and looked at Jay out the corner of his eye. Big heard it once, and then he played it again, then five more times.
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It was called “Streets Is Watching,” and it ramped up to a virtuosic, 42-bar final verse full of drug operations that teetered on state lines, looming droughts, visions of God, impaneled grand juries. It didn’t sound like Reasonable Doubt-it had a little more gloss and bounce-but it was knotty, sarcastic, vivid. Worse: Jay only had one new song of his own to share. Jay was a little envious, looking at somebody who by the age of 25 had mastered virtually every popular style of rap and was slipping tangents about kidnapping plaintiffs’ daughters onto radio singles. That night in the studio, Big played Jay some works in progress: “Hypnotize,” “My Downfall,” a handful of others. The rappers were friends if not exactly peers: Big’s first LP, Ready to Die, had taken on a mythic quality, where Reasonable Doubt, Jay’s debut from two years later, had been a modest success. This was almost certainly after the car accident that shattered Biggie’s left leg and forced him to use a wheelchair, and later a cane, as he worked slowly on the sophomore album that he planned to call Life After Death… Til Death Do Us Part. Were relaxing at Daddy’s House, the studio that Bad Boy owned in Midtown. One night in the fall or winter of 1996, JAY-Z and The Notorious B.I.G.
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