I'm taking over Throwback Thursday for today and, unlike Brett, my hip-hop past is so much less hardcore, so let me take you back to the time of 1997, the time before I listened to rap. I was still rocking KFRX, listening to Casey Kasum's Top 40 Countdown, and I probably owned a Limp Bizkit CD. My taste in music was, in short, terrible. I didn't know up from down, Mariah Carey from Nirvana.

And then, one day, I heard this song. Puffy gets a lot of legitimate critique, but his being everywhere in '90s is what open to door to hip-hop for me and for that I'll always have a large soft spot for his crazy dancing antics. Don't hate guys, we've all been moved by this song at least one:

Fun fact: Because I had no real idea who B.I.G. was when I first heard this song I thought it was an incredibly moving love song written to a dead girlfriend. I wasn't until muuuuuch later I realized my error.

There's a lot to love there--the dramatic motorcycle crash, the kids in white, and the dramatic rain. Was this the start of Puffy's subdued suit-wearing as opposed to, well, what I posted earlier this week? That's definitely a landmark for hip-hop fashion right there and makes the video noteworthy for more reasons than my narcissism.

Finally, I couldn't start my P. Diddy embargo without at least posting a link to this video. Welcome to Perfectowm, population: Awesome.