Jan 12 2009
“My Letter to Hip Hop” by Bridget Gray (2000)
Archived from November 25, 2008 at Waxing Poetically “My Letter to Hip Hop” by Bridget Gray (2000)
Yes, hip hop: the beats, the rhymes, the verses and the eloquence are moving some to new plateaus of greatness. Well, in an ideal world, that’s what poetic waxers like me would wish hip hop to do. Yet, the reality of mainstream, popular hip hop has lead my ears to bleed with sorrow at what the genre has become. Back in the 1980’s golden years Rakim told listeners “I used to be a stick-up kid…/But now I learned to earn ’cause I’m righteous!” But by the mid 90s Dr. Dre told of America’s t youth that “Bitches ain’t sh*t! on his 1992 song of same name. Now just a few weeks ago, I heard a song called “I’m in Love with Money!” Hip hop has undoubtedly gone a bit astray from its political and social change roots.
Hip hop has gone from this:
Eric B and Rakim “Paid in Full” (1987)
[Rakim]
Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz ain’t nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain’t nuthin’ funny
Stop smiling, be still, don’t nuthin’ move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos I’m righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I’ll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it’s still a wish
Cos I don’t like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos I’m paid in full
Source: asklyrics.com
To this:
Punctuation added.
Plies “I’m in Love With Money” [Actual spelling and grammar by source] (2008)
Ay Homie, Man My Grandma Told Me Dog,
“Plies, Sit Down Sumwhere Bwoi Money Ain’t Everythang.
I Told Her “Sh** How you Kno you Ain’t Neva Had Nun!”
[Chorus:]
I’m Allergic To Broke,
I’m Addicted To Stuntin’,
I’m Infatuated Wit Hoes
Nd I’m N Luv Wit Money,
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money).
[Verse 1:] Plies
Call Me What U Want Bet U Can’t Call Me Broke.
You P***y A** Ni**as Yall Who I Hustle For.
U In Dese Street N U Ain’t Getn Money U A Joke!
I Got F**k Up Money Ni**a Money To Blow!
U Throw Yours In Da Air I Throw Mines On Da Flo’.
U Talk About Money I Kno How To Get It Though.
I’ma Get Money N I’ma Die Two Thangs For Sho’.
U Either Sell Dope Or Rob U Kno How It Go.
I Grind For 20 Hours N***a N Sleep 4.
I Got Da 26’s I Want DA 8’s Though.
I Got Five WHips I Want Five Mo’.
I’m N Luv Wit Money Muthaf**k A Hoe!
[Chorus: x2]
I’m Allergic To Broke,
I’m Addicted To Stuntin’,
I’m Infatuated Wit Hoes
Nd I’m N Luv Wit Money,
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money).
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Everythang From Dis Dro I Blow,
Da 24’s I Sit. Up Under Dis New Whip I Can’t Get It From A Bitch.
U Kno Da First Gone Cum N Da Bills Be Due. One Day Da Hurs
Gone Cum N Til Dey Do Im Gone Get, Meals On Top Of Meals.
Damn How A Hata Feel.
Dey Talkin About It,
Im Tryna Get It Forreal.
Hey Dey Pretendin About It But I Can Get It Forreal.
I Done Slung Every Drug U Can Deal
(Yeah) Plenty Times I Could’ve Been Killed,
But Not Only Did I Live U Should
See How Ni**as Live.
Gotta Water Flood Property,
Dey Both Back At Her Crib,
Movie Wit Denzel N Da Ni**a Actin Forreal.
I Used To Not Have It To Spend But
Now I Got It To Give.
96 Impala N Challengin Ni**as To Steal.
My Neck Gone Swell,
Everythang On Chill.
Ima Ball Til I Fall Keyword UNTIL. Yeah.
[Chorus: x2]
I’m Allergic To Broke,
I’m Addicted To Stuntin’,
I’m Infatuated Wit Hoes
Nd I’m N Luv Wit Money,
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money).
[Verse 3: Plies]
If U Can Count It N Ya Hands U Ain’t Got Enough.
I Want A Money Machine To Count Mines Brah.
I’m Tired Of Da Shoe Box I Wanna See Money Trucks.
U Everythang Wit Money Witout It Ya F**k!
Talk To A Broke Ni**a I Bet His Lyf Rough,
Talk To A Rich Ni**a I Bet He Cheer Ya Up.
I Don’t Need No Homeboys
I Need My Pockets Stuffed.
Cuz Im Runnin Out Of Time Ni**a Im N A Rush.
Cuz Its A F**ked Up Feeling To Ya Pockets Touch.
U Gettin A Quarter Now, U Shoot For A Bird.
U Got Ya First Stack Now Hustle For A Third.
Cuz Money Make Da World Go Round If U Ain’t Heard.
If I EVa Go To Prison Money Gone Be Da Reason.
And If Im Lyin God, Stop me From Breathin.
Im Tryin To Live Good,
Homie Im Tired Of Strugglin’
N To Be Honest Wit Ya Dog Im Tired Of Hustlin’.
[Chorus: x2]
I’m Allergic To Broke,
I’m Addicted To Stuntin‘
I’m Infatuated Wit Hoes
Nd I’m N Luv Wit Money,
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money).
For more on these and numerous other songs, just google the titles mentioned. There are many, many songs like these.
picture and audio uploaded by JSUChick06
Copyright is retained by Bridget Gray.
For more from Bridget gray and a full bio go to bridgetgray.com.
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