Welp, Nate Dogg is dead. I guess a guy who boasts "smoke weed everyday" is bound to croak a little early. Still, the first West Coast Gangsta "Rapper" to die didn't go out like some chump. He didn't sell his soul out to Dr. Pepper like Dr. Dre. He didn't start making shitty music like Snoop. And he sure as hell didn't start producing cliche black comedy shows like Ice Cube. Nigga went down like a true nigga, nigga.
Ever since I listened to The Chronic years ago, Nate fascinated me. His smooth-ass voice coupled with smooth-ass lyrics (ya know- bitches and weed) was satisfying, and a break from the hard rapper yelling about bitches and weed. That voice, whether it came during the beginning, hook, or end, brought soulful credibility to any song. Plainly stated: if you don't like Nate Dogg's voice you are a zombie.
Even though I don't believe in a heaven, I can hyperbolically hope your hangin' with Tupac- smokin' a blunt, drinkin' a 40 and chillin' at the Eastside Motel.
Best is Ice Cube in the interview about the new "Are We There Yet?" series..."When I came on board, it was a no-brainer to me to be able to do good television, and do it for a long time" I guess he can't even sense his own senselessness.
ReplyDeleteThe same guy who does "I Ain't tha One" behh.
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