Ol' Dirty Bastard 1969–2004
The first hip-hop album I ever truly loved was Wu-Tang Clan's "Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)." It made me groove, it made me think, it made me laugh. And it gave me my favorite rhymed couplet of all time, from the song "Shame on a Nigga":
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrheaDamn, Dirty, I'm goin miss yo ass.
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Moment of Silence for Ol' Dirty Bastard.
UPDATE: You'd think if it was my favorite hip-hop album, I'd get the name of it right. Fixed.
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-Michele Baskin-Jones
Your Guide to Death and Dying
"Number one, I got shot. It made me understand that I do only have one life to live and that it can happen to me. And shit happens when you be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The bullet went through my back and it came out my front. It ruptured my spleen, but it didn't hit no bones or nothing. The doctors don't even know how that happened, so that's all praise due to Allah. It just lets you know that I was meant to be here. And anyway, I wasn't going nowhere because ain't nobody take me off this motherfucker till I'm ready to leave this motherfucker... Hell no. I don't play that dying shit."
(Quoted from The Nutty Confessor, by Rob Marriott, SPIN, circa March 1995.)
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