[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Mario Winans]

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]

Bad Boy, baby

Yeah, yeah

Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah

B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000, Born Again

Yeah

[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke — gunsmoke, gunsmoke!

Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer, the hooker layer

Motherfucker, say your prayers!

"Hail Mary, full of grace..." — smack the bitch in the face

Take her Gucci bag and her North Face off her back

Jab her if she act

Funny with the money? Oh, you got me mistaken, honey

I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper

The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors

Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho

Swift fists like Camacho, I got so

Much style, I should be down with the Stylistics

"Make up to break up", niggas need to wake up

Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure

Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia

She don't remember shit! Just the two hits

Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clits! (Yeah)

Suckin' on the tits (uh), had the hooker beggin' for the dick

And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick

I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown

I was Humpin' Around and Jumpin' Around

Jacked her, then I asked her "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G"

Then I bust in her E-Y-E

[Chorus: Diddy & (The Notorious B.I.G.)]

(Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

(Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)

You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

(Who got it goin' on?)

You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

(Who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]

When I get dusted, I like to spread the blunt like mustard

Trust it! My hardcore rain leaves ya rusted

Move over, Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh!

Leave you toothless, you'll kibitz, I'll flip it

Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G's

Disrespect me, my potency is deadly

I'm shootin' babies — no ifs, ands or maybes

Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy

Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the dick

I stabbed her brother with the ice pick

Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back

But Smalls don't get down like that

Found your father hidin' in a room, fucked him with the broom

Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound

Who you think you're dealin' with?

Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feeling it!

Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy

Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me

I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen

The black demon, got the little hookers screamin' (Woo!)

Because you know I love it young, fresh and green

With no hair in between, know what I mean?

[Chorus: Diddy & (The Notorious B.I.G.)]

The weak or the strong, who got it going on?

You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong (This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

(Who got it goin' on?)

You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong (Ladies and gentlemen...)

[Verse 3: Eminem]

There's several different levels to Devil worshipin'

Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism

Animals, havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits

But I don't get into that, I kick the habit

I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh

And I never eat you unless the fuckin' meat looks fresh

I got a lion in my pocket — I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket

And, baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him

He's ready for war, I'm ready for war

I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw

My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah, you met me before

I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before

Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor

With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall

Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore

Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth! I'm dead wrong!

[Chorus: Diddy & (The Notorious B.I.G.)]

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

(Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong (Uh-huh), who got it goin' on?

(Born Again, yeah)

You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong (C'mon)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong (C'mon) (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong (*repeats to fade*)

[Outro: Diddy]

We won't stop 'cause we can't stop