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B**ches Ain't S**t

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I consider myself a fan of rap and especially old school gangster rap. At least, as much of a fan as a cracker-assed cracker honkie ghost from the whitest part of Canada can be. Admittedly my exposure to the genre might be a touch lacking since, in my youth, only the artists that America decided were popular were the ones that any of the music stores would bring in. It had hard beats, unapologetic swearing and a swagger that spoke to my white middle-class upbringing on the hard skreets of my 200,000 strong city in the middle of Podunkia. I was twelve when I was first exposed to the dulcet tones of 2 Live Crew and Me So Horny first tickled my ear drum. Quit honestly, the only reason I knew anything about them was thanks to the AFA (American Family Association) and all the publicity they generated by them trying to ban the album Nasty as They Want to Be. I often wonder if Jack Thompson and his ilk are aware of just how badly their plan to save America’s youth backfired. I kind of left the hard stuff alone for a while focusing on different rap artist like LL Cool J and what I would refer to now as Hip Pop. Then, at the age of thirteen, a friend lent me a copy of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton and I was forevermore regaling my parents with tales of bitches, sawed-offs and deez nuts. Please understand that this was a revelation for my country ass as, with the exception of the aforementioned 2 Live Crew, I had been consuming a lot of Vanilla Ice with an MC Hammer chaser.

Over the next few years I would gradually (and secretively as far as my parents were concerned) expand my gangster to include Snoop Doggy Dogg, Easy E and Ice Cube’s solo efforts, as well as the various permutations and evolutions of the genre. Warren G, Cyprus Hill, Notorious B.I.G., 2-Pac and a whole ghetto of others were on regular rotation. My speech began to be peppered with the various idioms employed by these artist and my 1988 Mazda B2200 truck was constantly booming with the anthems of the east and west coasts. Thankfully, jeans falling off your ass and hats turned the wrong way, thereby totally defeating their purpose were not the fashion at the time, so I was able to maintain my preppy façade. But make no mistake, motherfuckers; deep down inside I was gangster to the fucking core. While there were a bunch of artists and albums contributed to the gangsta lean in that little pick-up truck, one album had me leaning over so far that my head was riding shotgun in the passenger seat. An album that I played so much I wore that trick-ass bitch out: Dr. Dre’s classic 1992 release The Chronic.

Now, if there’s one thing that could be said about gangster rap, it’s that it is somewhat degrading towards women, perhaps even a touch misogynistic even. I was intelligent enough to realize that most women probably wouldn’t take kindly to being called bitches, hos, and tricks however that didn’t stop me from singing along merrily to Deez Nutz or Let Me Ride. It didn’t taint my views on women as my momma already beat them into me and I wasn’t about to mess with her. But a song Like Bitches Ain’t Shit carries some pretty strong inferences as to the artists viewpoint at the time. Or, maybe I’m wrong and it was written for pure entertainment value. Either way it’s enjoyable when someone (or a group of someones) takes a song like the previous and covers it in a completely different way. Ben Folds (who is a favourite to some around these parts) did it and this group of lovely ladies took his cover about three steps further. I know the video is about a year old and I’m sure many of you have seen it but I just don’t give a fuck. Take it up with management and shut your buster-ass mouth before I grab my strap and pop a cap in yo bitch ass.



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Posted by: Three-nineteen at September 21, 2010 8:24 PM

These bitches need to take they ass to school and get some knowledge dropped about room acoustics vs. a camera mic.

Out.

Posted by: Ben Ruthlessburger at September 21, 2010 8:47 PM

I have the Ben Folds version on earworm now. The awesome thing about Ben's cover is that it works on two levels: it's ironic and funny and at the same time it gives the song true sympathetic pathos.

Those girls did a nice job, but I wouldn't say it's "three steps further." Maybe one step. It's more or less the same as Ben's arrangement with a chorus.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at September 21, 2010 9:03 PM

Ya I really fucking like that.
And GODDAMN do I fucking LOVE that sock/skirt ensemble.

Posted by: supafly at September 21, 2010 9:33 PM

My favorite thing about this is how you essentially proved that there was one distinct arc or progression for a young white Canadian to follow through if they were into rap and hip hop.

To my utter dismay, it wasn't until THREE YEARS later that I realized what the hot black/chilean boy I was mad for meant when he yelled 'Don't Believe The Hype'.

I mean, I love this. I like it, the girls did a great job, but I personally still know better than to try to throw down 'By the Time I get to Arizona' in front of...anyone ever. We (and I mean you and me Bobby) come from a land where boredom reigns supreme*.

*I'm not suggesting any race or culture has bragging rights on 'hard living', just saying that Canada doesn't really offer one an opportunity to paint chalk coffins on sidewalks as we listen to Oakland shot lovers talk. The worst we've got is Scarborough, Ont.

Posted by: replica at September 21, 2010 9:45 PM

If I were still in high school, I'd be in love with the lead MC in this video. But, yeah, it's still not Ben Folds.

And it's amazing how similar a country Canadian upbringing (at least in regard to Hip Hop exposure) is to a suburban Texan childhood.

Posted by: RobP at September 21, 2010 10:53 PM

Walking around in Compton or whatever I would sh#t my little swedish briefs..Really
But behind keyboard from a distance?
I just puke instead..
Gangsta-rap?
It´s so over the top, like showtunes, like Barbara Streisand.

Man, they are angry at the women!!!??

We need more "freudians" in this thread..or NOT

Posted by: 2 swede 4 u at September 21, 2010 11:10 PM

...perhaps even a touch misogynistic...

*raises eyebrow*

...Ya think?

Posted by: alphawhiskey at September 21, 2010 11:21 PM

i went thru 2 live crew, NWA, Public Enemy and Ice T, but that was it for rap world--my youth was spent in punkdom and the whole rap thing was sort of enemy territory(i dont think we knew the word hiphop). Ice T kinda equalized things by running a hardcore band on the side--Body Count.

Love the header pic, I used to have that on a fridge magnet til a gf stole it.

Posted by: idleprimate at September 22, 2010 12:54 AM

"It Takes a Nation of Millions of Canadians to Hold Themselves Back," yo.

Posted by: , at September 22, 2010 12:56 AM

Being from you know where, I´m whiter than a polarbear in "insert your own joke".
So maybe I´m not the one to ask, but me and my pals actually listen to gangsta-rap with a twist.

Youtube and cute lyrics from angry "young"(can´t say the word) ppl.
15 prabst or what have you that is similar, and we´re off!
Hilarious!

But as the night progress it´s death-metal and black-metal, so I wouldn´t take MY statement seriously..
I see that now...

Posted by: 2 swede 4 u at September 22, 2010 1:19 AM

BTW, Twilight for Guys!

It's funny cause we're perverts!

Posted by: Fredo at September 22, 2010 1:24 AM

I thought the very beginning was that song from Edward Scissorhands.

Posted by: DeistBrawler at September 22, 2010 3:33 AM

My fellow Canadians... you might want to look into the story of Somali-Canadian rapper K'Naan for another perspective on the reality of gangsta life in Canada. Just because we white folk have a safe boring country doesn't mean everyone does. Everyone's Canada is not everyone else's Canada.

Posted by: Canuckle at September 22, 2010 6:20 AM

I think it's worth noting that this song isn't really directly misogynistic. I mean, it's using a bunch of terms that are traditionally derogatory towards women, but it's not directed at women. It's about a bunch of dudes they're mad at.

Posted by: Eep at September 22, 2010 11:18 AM

Not to mention the hell that is life on a reservation. The third world exists right in our own country and we all just ignore it. Why?

Posted by: Nique at September 22, 2010 11:21 AM

Canuckle and Nique...sigh. I knew that trying to be funny would fall flat...

I basically mean to say that it's funny how similar the experience was for me and Robby Scott, especially coming from a place where we are so cognizant that we love what we cannot really belong to (plus, the very notion of us trying to belong to 'it' is kinda repulsive a notion to the people that generate the art from passion and experience).

And I agree wholeheartedly how frustrating/unacceptable life is for so many other people in our country too. A decade living in the DTES in East Van showed me many things, but what is the impact really when you know you can move away, and they cannot?

What's worse is that I profited GREATLY (at the time) from a career based upon having the 'look' of blond/white/blue eye bullshit when it was the height of late seventies/early eighties fashion. I hardly catwalked in high heels on the backs of the poor and downtrodden because of it - but it wouldn't be true to say I didn't know it, and have problems with it.

You do what you can, you know? You gotta do the right thing.

Posted by: replica at September 22, 2010 7:41 PM