Fat Joe Snitched On Anthony Mason As The Knick In Biggie’s “I Got A Story To Tell”


“Do disrespect to Anthony Mason, but he’s dead now so he can’t beat me up, so yeah… it was him”

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She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She’s stressing me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
I’m in his ass while he playing against the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don’t smoke it on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, honey I’m home
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I’m up in his broad I know he won’t like this
Now I’m like bitch you better talk to him
Before this fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, “Honey bring me up somethin to drink!”
He go back downstairs more time to think
Her brain racing, she’s telling me to stay patient
She don’t know I’m, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don’t wanna blast her man
But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe
Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga coming off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screaming, “Don’t blast here’s the stash,
a hundred cash just don’t shoot my ass, please!”
Nigga pulling mad G’s out the floor
Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh…

Yo man, y’all niggas ain’t gonna believe what the fuck happened to me.
Remember that bitch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I’m up in
this bitch player this bitch fucking run them old Knick ass niggas and shit,
I’m up in the spot though. One of them six-five niggas, I don’t know.
Anyway I’m up in the motherfucking spot, so boom I’m up in the pussy,
whatever whatever. I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some,
must have been rained out or something *laughing* because he’s in the
spot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook Daddy – but I forget I
had my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the nigga
comes up the stairs, he creeping up the steps, the bitch all shook she
sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettin
mad nervous, I said fuck that man! I’m the nigga, you know how we do it
nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfucking face,
gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in
the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like
the nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh fuck it
this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start giving me
mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cause!
Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain’t know that! Hahaha.
You wouldn’t know that shit. Really though.) I threw all that
motherfucking money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I’m gone!
(No doubt, no doubt… no doubt!) Yo nigga got some lye, y’all got
some lye? [conversation fades out]

“I can tell you, but I don’t wanna be disrespectful… But to be honest, I’m pretty fucking irrelevant at this point in my career. I’ll basically do anything to get back in the public eye. I only waited until he was dead so that he couldn’t kick my ass for snitching. So yeah, that story that Biggie told on I Got A Story To Tell? You know, the one where he fucked a dude’s girl in his bed… and made him piss his pants… and robbed him of thousands of dollars? That was… that was Anthony Mason. But yeah, Rest in Peace Mase. Ant Mase is my brother. I just really needed to regain a little relevance, so I decided to sell him out as the victim of one of the most embarrassing rap verses of all time.”

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