Daddy Big Timers

Overview

Daddy Big Timers was recorded by Live Squad in September 1995, during the group's final months together. Although never commercially released at the time, the recording was later included on the reconstructed Game Of Survival album issued by Grand Imperial Records in 2001, bringing one of the group's last studio recordings to the public for the first time.

The song showcases Stretch and Majesty at their most confident, delivering sharp lyricism over a hard-hitting Live Squad production. Like much of the material recorded during this era, the track reflects the realities of street life while demonstrating the chemistry that made Live Squad one of the most underrated groups of the early 1990s.

For many fans, Daddy Big Timers ranks among the strongest recordings featured on the reconstructed Game Of Survival album, combining memorable performances with the gritty production style that characterised Live Squad's final years.

Recording History

Daddy Big Timers was recorded in September 1995 during one of Live Squad's final recording sessions. Created just two months before Stretch's death on November 30, 1995, the track represents one of the last known studio recordings completed by the group in its original form.

Despite being recorded in late 1995, the song remained unreleased for several years following Stretch's death. It was eventually included on Majesty's reconstructed version of Game Of Survival, released through Grand Imperial Records in 2001, giving the recording its first official commercial release.

Today, Daddy Big Timers stands as one of the final chapters in Live Squad's recording history, documenting the group's sound during the closing months of its career and serving as one of the last collaborations between Stretch and Majesty before Stretch's untimely death.

Release History

Year	Release	Format	Notes
2001	Game Of Survival	CD	First official commercial release.

Samples

• Geto Boys - Mind Playing Tricks On Me (Repeated in chorus)

Lyrics

Stretch

Back again, back again.
Tell a friend, tell a friend.
Back again, back again.
Uh, tell a friend nigga.

[Chorus]

Yeah, it's the Daddy Big Timers.
We're livin' big time.

[Willie D: I make big money]

x4

Majesty

Check it, bomb droppers.
Pistol poppers, fuck them coppers.
We got lawyer money,
Check the steed, it's the Benz hoppers
Cash getters, you can tell by the sweaters,
A couple of hundred, and many more so we don't run out
Strictly flavour, jealous niggas show they ass now,
Get us vexed, and make us run and lay your ass down.

Stretch

Try to get wit,
The Imperialistic,
Wit the biscuits,
If you're soft don't risk it.
It's the generals, moving with the rough of the world,
Stay drinkin' Hennessey til a nigga call Earl.

Majesty

And uh, I'm nowhere near soft,
You better check the grapevine.
Ain't nuttin ch-danged, we still carry the nis-nines,
Stay freshly dipped, k k
Grabbin minds, gettin' busy
Wreckin' stages, niggas front they'll joint blazes
Jet through the back door, must avoid cases.
Switch places

Stretch

I'ma take it from here
I got forty rugged niggas coming in from the rear,

Majesty

Steppin through, diamonds shining,
Steppin' to the bars superstar stylin'
and big timing.

Stretch

Pack the 9's in, get the drink from the bar,
you wish you were subliminal with top criminal,
superstar is the status,
and cops is the maddest
wishing they could catch us alone with no chrome.

Majesty

but them is dreams cuz we stay with the red beams on top of the steel,
cuz that's real where we're from in Queens,
Ready for whatever, that's under the water - never
taking no shorts, got your wife in the resort,

Stretch

Thoughts are thoughts, niggas get played like a sport,
Cops get bought, wannabe bustas on the fort,
You get taught,
Big time shakin' the fools,
poppin' and rockin' them niggas,
and we live by the rules of the streets,

Yeah, it's the Daddy Big Timers.
We're livin' big time.

[Willie D: I make big money]

x4
(Willie D: I make big money) x4

Stretch

It's the dondada's, we're gettin' cash in big stacks,
when enemies trip, niggas flip with glock maks
The savior, We're running up the level Mafia style,
Ain't no time for them knuckleheads runnin' wild,
Top file be weak, the epitome of violence,
livin by the raw code of the silence,
G's make a nigga believe he can do it all,
So we can't take the stress, wait when his plate fall,
Start flippin' on him, puttin pistol whippin's on him,
Fighting nose to nose, there's no trickin' on him,
Money stackin' is the plan, live life grand and all of that,
Runnin' at your home with the chrome gat,
Runnin' round in the hundred thousand dollar cars,
Certified YG, ghetto superstars,
No doubt, we goin out to my nigga Han
We're representin' for the fam, gotta drop bombs.
No doubt we'd rather hype for the cash,
We're runnin' up the spot just steppin' right to the stash,
then glock blast, only if you give a hard time it's drastic,
When you see them plastic nines, so gimme mine,
It's used to be yours but it's took now,
Bad enough your ass is broke but you're shook now,
Who's the crook now? with the clown on the te-down,
We're doing all the sticking, yo you know how we're getting de-down,
Come around the back streets with the thugs well,
When you hear the gunshots then the drugs sell,
Once you smell the weed smoke then you know you're near,
Count your cash, you can't wait to get out of there,

Yo,
it's the Daddy Big Timers.
We're livin' big time.

[Willie D: I make big money]

x4
(Willie D: I make big money) x4

[Talking while fading out]

Put em up now, Put em up!
Put em up now, Put em up!
Queens,
Jamaica Town,
Fade it out to the black, to my niggas selling crack.