You can almost hear the Notorious B.I.G. sneering his trademark "get a grip, motherfuckers" at those who think the big thing about his life is the unsolved 1997 murder that ended it.
Notorious is not a whodunit. The LAPD, having famously screwed up the case, still hasn't nailed the killer in the Chevy who pulled up alongside the SUV that chauffeured the 300-pound Biggie from a Los Angeles party and pumped four bullets into his chest. At 24, the Brooklyn kid who morphed from crack dealer into rap