Bad Boyyyy. Bad Boyyyy. Come out and playyyyyy. Take that. Take that. The B.E.T. Awards have come and gone for another year. There were some highs and lows, but one of my favorite highlights was the Bad Boy 20 year reunion. Complete with a few of my favorite gems, Puff Daddy (or whatever he goes by today) sure knows how to put on a show. Puff, Ma$e, The Lox, Lil Kim, Faith Evans, and 112 gave the award ceremony a Hip-Hop nostalgic feel. Especially with Lil Kim doing her iconic squat pose, which for a minute, made us forget she’s been cut more times than a deck of cards at a casino. The only problem with the set was, where was the rest of the roster? They don’t have weekends off? There were no minutes on their phones? Or is it because Diddy still hasn’t paid them?
“Don’t worry if I write rhymes, I write checks.” – Diddy, “Bad Boys 4 Life”
Can you claim to be the best lyricist in the game if someone else wrote your rhymes? Hmm. Here, hop in the Delorean with me and lets go back. First lets rewind to the year 2012. The year Nas was being called out for using ghostwriters. That’s right, Nasty Nas got called out for having someone write his rhymes. The accuser, Dream Hampton. If you’re not aware of who she is, Google her. She has interviewed some of your favorite MCs (Jay Z, Biggie, 2Pac) for VIBE Magazine. She also co-wrote Jay Z’s book, Decoded.
“I am a diamond cluster hustler. Queen b****, supreme b****. Kill a n**** for my n**** by any means b****. Murder scene b****. Clean b****, disease free b****, check it.” – Lil Kim (“Queen B”)
Things went from 0 to 100 real quick, real quick when Diddy got pissed. If you haven’t heard or you finally came off your giggle fit from the whole Chris Brown and Krispy Kreme (Karrueche) situation, Diddy slapped Drake. Yes, Mr. Puff Daddy put five fingers to Wheelchair Jimmy’s face. But for what? A song (not Cassie). But why? So the story goes, Boi-1da gave the song to both Diddy and Drake. Which most producers do when they have a song. Drake snatched it up first and it later became “0-100.” Diddy then wants to meet with Drake about the song. Drake on the other hand, begins to dodge Diddy. Never dodge Diddy. So fast forward to early Monday morning (12/8). Diddy meets with Drake outside of club LIV where Drake refuses to step out of the car at first. He finally does. He and Diddy continue to argue. Now Drake being Drake and believing he is as tough as he portrays on records, gets slick. Never get slick with Diddy. Diddy tells him that he will not disrespect him and proceeds to show Drake who is the real HBIC.
Death Row. Roc-A-Fella. Bad Boy. Murder Inc. No Limit. G-Unit. Just like Young Money, these labels too, have had their reign at the top. But just as Sir Isaac Newton once said, “What goes up, must come down.” And boy is it coming down. I’ve been watching Young Money for a few months now, because I started to notice the crumbling of their empire. Now if you’re a Hip-Hop head like me, then what’s happening in Young Money is nothing more than history repeating itself. Albums being pushed back, the workers becoming more famous than the boss, disgruntled artists, and so on. It’s been done. And a lot more entertainingly I might add. So lets explore Young Money and the repeating history.