The other day I bought a couple Too Short albums — Shorty The Pimp and Cocktails. I’ve had Shorty on cassette for years now and thought it was about time to upgrade to the CD format, especially because I haven’t had a tape player since I scrapped the Camry a year ago. Not to mention the album is live as hell.
Anyway, I threw it in my CD player only to find out how Shorty The Pimp was actually Shorty The Player, the edited version of the album that, strangely enough, still comes with an explicit lyrics tag printed onto the cover.
Baffled by this ridiculous bullshit, I put Cocktails in next to make sure that wasn’t edited also. Well, knowing Too Short, I didn’t have to wait long to find out whether the album was complete with excessive vulgarity.
You know what the opening lines of the first song are?
“Ain’t nothin’ like pimpin’, just let it roll/Motha’ fuckin’ shit, god-damn ass ho/Ain’t nothin’ like pimpin’, just don’t quit/Motha’ fuck you, damn shit-head bitch.”
Ahh, now that’s the terribly ignorant misogyny my soul craves. In all seriousness, though, Too Short is dope.
Short Dog for President.
Bitch.
Filed under: Hip-Hop, Music, Throwback Rap Attack Tagged: | Bitches, Cocktails, Shorty The Pimp, Too Short
