The Day the West Was Lost.

It never meant to change the world.It did. Made it funkier. Slowed it down. Made it scarier. When you were little, it was like the trashy novel you couldn’t put down. The kind of thing you hid when mom and dad were around. Its gangster rap. And I loved it.

For me it started with MC Eiht. Hood Took Me Under represented a niche of music culture that has long since disappeared in this recent age of synthesized club bangers. He was a real dude who made music about pimpin’ hoes, bustin’ caps, and jackin’ punks. Things that interested the average suburban white kid, who could give less than a shit about what was going down in the club.

NWA knew this. Why do you think they never had any slow jams? Why do you think one producer handled their entire album time after time. Would 100 Miles and Runnin sound as good with a Scott Storch banger? Would the DOC be funky enough with listennnnnn being repeated in the background? Or would Ice Cube be just as militant with Olivia on the hooks?

No.

So put down your got rich, now celebrate jams and dust-off your copy of EFIL4ZAGGIN and remember a time when you didn’t care about the models in the video. After all, Bitches Weren’t Shit.