Yeeeah Baby
You Was Wrong
Big Pun
Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis
30
End
241
Internal
59
Multi
216
Slant
7
Chain
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[Hook: Big Pun]
Ayo, it's on – you thought I was wack?
You was wrong – album double Plat
Yo, it's on – stop talkin'✦ shit
You was wrong – get off my dick
[Verse 2: Big Pun]
How dare you doubt or deny✦ Big Pun, the undoubtable
The only✦ rapper✦ that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta✦ you
You can't tell me nothing, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly✦ button✦
I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somewhere killin'✦ somethin'
Quick to blast, ya'll niggas✦ talk shit and dash
But I really✦ will kick your ass
Juggernaut – I don't care if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, rude boy, "what the bomboclaat?"
On your mark, get ready,✦ run – I'm sparkin' everyone
Don't wanna✦ get locked?✦ Stand back and watch, where you from?
How dare you come and try to shit where I eat
Fuck you, nigga,✦ literally – dick in your cheeks
You rich in the street, but I still hate ya'll niggas✦
Because up North, you be tossin'✦ salads✦ with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one:
"Why you always gotta✦ be right, nigga?✦
Why can't you ever✦ be wrong?"
[Hook: Fat Joe]
Now it's on – from the Bronx, where it's at!
You was wrong – me and Pun brought it back!
Now it's on – stay on with the gat!
You was wrong – it's the Don, Joey Crack!
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack?
Make your body✦ fold back, lift his soul with the chrome MAC
I don't chat on the phone, 'cause the phone tapped✦
You heard there's✦ money✦ on the block? We control that
I got the work in the pot, where the stove at?
Cook it up 'till it's rock, get my dough back
You niggas✦ so wack, trying to compete
I blind you with heat, I'm the reason✦ crime on the streets
I die for my peeps, keep an open✦ eye when I sleep
Let you slide, when I coulda✦ put five in your Jeep
Who's liver✦ than me? I ain't know you really✦ want it
I'm like Christ, niggas✦ beg for they life when they see me comin'✦
Ain't nobody✦ gonna✦ stop my shine, you out your mind
Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine
Never✦ did believe in the Don
Since '92, I've been proving that y'all niggas✦ was wrong
[Hook: Remy Martin]
Ayo, it's on – thought I'd stay on the block?
You was wrong – now I'm Remy✦ on the rock
So it's on – thought I wasn't gonna✦ drop?
You was wrong – I was right all along✦
[Verse 4: Remy Martin]
I told these niggas✦ that I was the sickest bitch
And every✦ time you spit, I'ma✦ spit some sicker✦ shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce, blaze the track
Type of shit make a nigga✦ wanna✦ play it back
Y'all hatin'✦ that – but I'ma✦ make 'em all believers
Fuck hot, I'ma✦ come and straight drop a fever✦
Cop a heater,✦ turn around and pop ya leader✦
And for the followers, I'ma✦ leave their heads hollower
Make your wig twist, as if I was Oliver✦
Layin' in a hospital, hooked✦ up to monitors
As for the game, y'all lames✦ just can't be first
'Cause I ain't never✦ heard a bitch straight flame a verse
I blame the church, how God let you lie like that?
Who scribed for you? 'Cause you ain't never✦ rhymed✦ like that
So how the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight?!
She ain't aight, 'cause she don't write – you wrong
[Outro: Big Pun]
Yeeeah, baby!✦
Technical Breakdown
8.0
Multisyllabic Rhymes8.5
Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)
Internal Rhymes9.5
Rhymes within a line (data-driven)
Wordplay / Double Entendres6.5
Clever language, metaphors, punchlines
Cadence / Rhythm8.0
Flow variation and timing (data-driven)
Vocabulary Complexity6.0
Range and depth of words used (data-driven)
Delivery / Breath Control8.5
Performance and control
Computed Score7.97
Production
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Critic Analysis
RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™
Big Pun utilizes his signature aggressive delivery and dense multisyllabic pocket to compensate for a relatively straightforward, confrontational lyrical theme, maintaining high technical standards typical of the era.
B+
8.5
Multisyllabic
9.5
Internal Rhymes
8
Cadence / Flow
6
Vocabulary
6.5
Wordplay
8.5
Delivery
Multisyllabic internal rhyme clustersRhythmic syncopationPatois inflectionAggressive cadence shifts
Rhyme Architecture: Pun utilizes tight, fast-paced couplets that rely heavily on internal rhyming within the multisyllabic clusters (e.g., 'doubt or deny' / 'undoubtable'), maintaining a high density of rhyme across mid-line positions.
Verified Doubles & Entendres
"You rich in the street, but I still hate ya'll niggas / Because up North, you be tossin' salads with maple syrup"
① The literal insult implying the rival is engaging in sexual activity while incarcerated (prison slang).② A mockery of the rival's 'tough' street persona by juxtaposing it with the domestic imagery of 'maple syrup' and salad tossing, highlighting a perceived lack of authentic grit.
"Juggernaut – I don't care if you a thug or not / I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, rude boy, "what the bomboclaat?""
① A phonetic play on 'Juggernaut' which rhymes with the 'thug or not' construction.② A stylistic shift into a Jamaican Patois persona, using 'bomboclaat' as a rhythmic punctuation point to emphasize his versatility and volatile nature.
Exceptional breath control and rhythmic authority
High density of internal rhyming
Commanding vocal presence that elevates simpler bars
Lyrical content leans heavily on braggadocio and aggressive tropes
Vocabulary remains functional rather than innovative
Some punchlines rely on shock value rather than clever wordplay