Let me be very clear, I love Belly. I love love it. When Mary J. Blige sang about “Real Love” in 1992, a whole ass six years before Belly would be released to the masses, she had no idea that she was singing my soul’s affinity for Hype Williams’ best music video ever. And what’s not to love? For a person like myself,…
In one of hip-hop’s many tragedies (and there have been plenty), rapper DMX, arguably one of the best who ever did it, has deteriorated personally and professionally after some well-known bouts with drugs.
Have you ever been singing along to a song and then suddenly realize it has lyrics that would get you dragged if you said them aloud on Twitter?
DMX has been sentenced to a year in prison, despite his attorney’s best efforts to change the heart and mind of U.S. District Judge Jed Rakoff by playing his client’s music—yes—in court. You read that correctly.
Look, I’m not one to question anyone’s credentials, but when I heard the cockamamy scheme that attorneys for DMX have planned—to play his music at a Thursday sentencing hearing—the first thing I thought was, “Welp, someone has finally made him lose his mind, up in here, up in here ... ”
I have wanted DMX to win ever since I heard his studio album It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot. He rapped with so much force and aggression, it was hard not to champion whatever cause he was yelling for. This is why it saddens me to find out that DMX is on his way back to jail.
DMX is the latest rapper who may be going to the pokey (see Fat Joe, Lauryn Hill) after pleading guilty to income tax evasion.
Once upon a time during an appearance on New York’s Power 105.1 five years ago, DMX delivered a lively hip-hop rendition of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”—much to the delight of everyone on the internet. It was the most glorious 1 minute, 9 seconds of holiday hip-hop that you have ever seen in your life.
Before there was bottle service, there was the Bull.
DMX is fresh out of rehab, and now he’s behind bars after surrendering himself to authorities in New York City on Thursday on charges of tax evasion.
Is Bernie Sanders trying to secure the hood vote? On Thursday the Democratic presidential hopeful entered a California rally to DMX’s “Where the Hood At?” Well, the hood is definitely behind that preposition, and, in any case, the crowd seemed to eat it up.
An unexpected, annoying, and occasionally entertaining biproduct of the untimely deaths of the Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac has been the "What if?" game hip-hop heads love to play. You've surely heard it before. It starts with a lament on how wack and soft today's artists are. And then someone says something like "If…
Between slanguage and actual facts, hip-hop saved my life. That isn't true, nor does it make sense. But I'm being grandiose. And I'm a hot nigga. I've been that way since about a week ago. Also, I've learned that slang is still evolving. For instance, I've spent a considerable enough amount of my lifetime around the…
"…people ask for God, 'til the day he comes/see God's face, turn around and run/God sees the face, of the man/God shakes his head, says he'll never understand…" ~ Dice Raw of The Roots, "Understand" ...and then you shoot your cousin