The Female MC

I so been in throw back mode, these last couple of weeks. Ya'll follow me on twitter and read the Cali Radio blog, ya’ll know. Music is my LIFE. Those aren't just words that some person put on the website banner. Those are words that (& I'm speaking for ALL of Cali Radios team) we live by. I am however partial to 90s music. I can't help it. It’s nothing like hearing that one song today that defined the summer of Jr year in high school. Hash Tag GoodTimes. LOL People hash tag everything now! Funny!

Anyway, Can anyone tell me what happen to all my female MCs? I mean when I was coming up we had Kim, Foxy, Lauren Hill. Hell YoYo, Lyte and The Queen were still putting out Hits! Tell me yall don't grin big as shit whenyou hear "I wanna be down" rmx? OMG Missy! DaBrat! Later came Eve, Amil and my personal favorite Trina. I'm still mad that I never got to hear the real that Left Eye had to offer. She was in this little box called "Pop" music because of TLC, and never got to fully bloom in as a MC. But the 90s had a full line up of chicks getting it in on the mic. And they were nice. They were truly good rappers. They each had flow and lyrics. They had to be "That Bitch". In a rap world that was dominated by men, the women couldn't be good, they had to be GREAT. Not like now days when a female MC... Wait... Scratch that.... Female "rapper" or whatever gets shine because there aren't any other new females in the game right now.

Of course pork & beans will taste like steak to a starving mutha fucka.

That's just one lil chick from LA's opinion. I won't go hard on people with no talent because; well shit we fall for it. Damn, I guess they do have a talent. The talent of getting over on the record buying public. Meanwhile mofos wit more talent in they little finger can't catch a break. We went thru the whole 2000's with the females from the 90's trying to hold it down. That's great but the
game aint gon last if the torch isn't passed. But that's a whole different blog subject. I just want to let you know, all you talent less, lyrically challenged opportunist devoid of creativity so called "Artist", you are nothing but a 2.0 version of the worst combination of my 90's chicks. They been did that. And I see you!

Shout out to all the new young female MCs that's original and saying something. I got ya back.

That Aint Right!

Hey folks let me school you right quick on Club/Party etiquette. Just because a girl doesn't give up rhythm when you try to holla, doesn't mean she's stuck up or boougie. Look when people in relationships go out to clubs or parties they go to have fun. Not to hook up. I was on air on Friday with Slimm & West and the running theme was boougie women. It didn't help that my cousin Greg was with us and he's from Arizona. & Every time he visits him, myself and Big Brown have debates about women. (At like 6am **Random**)

My point is you shouldn't be looking for anything but a nice time when you go out. You go out to have fun. If anything else comes from it then that's a plus. You go out looking to get females or catch a dude you setting yourself up for failure. You try, she says no, then you want call her boougie. Or you buy a girl a drink and then expect her to leave with you or something. I learned a long time ago, don't do something and expect something in return. Do it because you want to do it. Weather you get something out of it or not. Or in laymens terms you might understand.... Don't gamble with more than you can afford to lose. If you can't afford to be buying 3 and 4 drinks, don't buy the mutha fuckin drinks! It’s your dumb ass thinking that $15 is gonna get you laid. Okay? Okay! Ladies don't go to the damn club expecting to be bought no damn drinks. If you NEED the nigga to buy you a drink not because you feeling him but because you thirsty, that's exactly what you are THIRSTY. You are that same chick that the guys talk about being boougie. On some realness ladies, we are in a recession so if a dude is buying drinks at the bar and not bottles in his private area, it’s safe to say he ain’t BALLIN. Respectfully decline the offer of the drink if you not attracted to the guy or have no intention in giving him any play. Stop being Ratchet and buy yo own fucking drinks. Guys, ya’ll are worst because you're delusional. Money has never brought more problems than pussy. Stop spending money you DONT have on pussy you MIGHT get. You wanna be mad at her because you tricked and didn't get the treat. That ain’t right! Get money. Pussy is sure to follow!

Happy Clubbin!

The Fame Monster

Sitting in a chair at the foot of my sister’s bed. Holding my ear while my niece flat ironed my hair. Then my sister’s phone rang. She yells out “Whitney Houston Died?"

The crazy thing is that I blogged and tweeted about listening to her music last weekend. She's been all over the internet the past couple of weeks and now this. I refer to Whitney as Ms.Brown. Only because I'm a Mrs. Brown and I think I get her. Whereas a lot of people judge her. My twitter time line blew up with "this was a long time coming" and "We watched her spiral out of control for years" comments within that first hour. Whitney did what most women do. Fell in love with a man and contoured her life style to fit his. See that hoodness was always there. It was the glitz, glam and entourage that kept it in check. But that nigga tho? If he was ok with the real Whitney, then it was ok. I say this all the time you can't be in a relationship and not be into the same things. Keep in mind that whatever those “things” were, they were also magnified by them being famous. Being famous didn’t eliminate that hood girl from Jersey. It put pressure on her to be something that she wasn't and no longer desired to be. I get it. Look at Michael Jackson or Eminem. Em is gonna be plagued with the same fame monster forever.

People are thrust into the lime light but are they really ready to deal with all that comes along with it. The most famous people on earth are some of the most tormented souls. I feel like with the internet and magazines and paparazzi that the price of fame today is extremely high. So high that I don't think I myself would be willing to pay. You have to be a certain kind of person to not get caught up in the industry. You know there is no kind of hand book to prepare you for it. Or to deal with hundreds of people camped outside your home. Or not being able to run to store without body guards. Not to mention factoring in kids and spouses. Paparazzi will take it too far sometimes. I’ll tell you right now, if my husband was famous, I would be poppin off all the time. I think that people like Harvey Levin pander people’s lives for profit. No better than a common pimp. Their life is not entertainment. What they do is entertainment. Big difference. But if it was no lane for TMZ, it wouldn’t even be on the highway. I’m not trying to knock nobody hustle. I blame us. The folks that read star and people magazines. Or go on line to Media Takeout, Bossip, and TMZ. Party Man James said I should go on Jeopardy because of how I win Hood trivia and know facts about my city. That’s because I fucking read more than which baby mamas is beefing now.

My thoughts and prayers go out to Ms Houston’s Family. I am Team Cali Radio, but just today I’m gonna dedicate a couple of hours to the greatness the once was.

Sound Track to my Life!

Today was such an epic day for me. I don't know how many people appreciate alone time, but I'm one of those people. If you follow me on twitter, you know my oldies on the surround sound was turned up to ignorant levels all day. With the likes of Ms. Tina Turner, Ms Knight and her Pips, The great Betty Wright, The Magnificent Michael Jackson and the Incomparable Prince. Oh yeah and the former Mrs. Brown (Ha) Whitney Houston. I am one of the few people that actually have a sound track to my life. I am only 30, but I do have about a handful of songs that define my childhood, teens, and twenties. I remember my mom and me singing and dancing to After the Pain by Betty Wright when I was all of 6. My mom still sticks her tongue out when she is feeling her music and dancing. LOL. My first Homecoming dance was in 11th grade, where the DJ ran back Can I get a at least 100 times that night. My twenties were defined by one word Satisfaction. Eve said it all in one line “Separate the girls from the women and I'm winning". My 30s have yet to be determined. I love music. All kinds. From Wu Tang to Elton John. To Mary J Blige right down to Queen. I think that Freddie Mercury was THE best song writer. EVER! He made a 4 act opera into a 4 minute song. If you aren't a fan of Queen, shut the fuck up because you all know they songs. You might not know its Queen, but if I played you a queen song, you would sing along. Prince is the epitome of Greatness! I think El De barge is amazingly poetic. And as a writer, if I had the chance to work with any other writer right now today, I would pick Jermaine Dupri. That nigga still cashing Kris Kross checks. Not to mention JE, Xscape, Bow Wow, oh a lil chick named Mariah Carey-Cannon! The Dream is a very close 2nd runner up. I LOVE MUSIC! However I am partial to my turf. "We Rep the West". Side note yall remember when Ice Cube use to write Easy E rhymes? LOL I used to able to tell who wrote and produced every track I heard. Eric Sermon, DJ Quik, Pharell, Rza, BattleCat. Them BattleCat tracks though? If you have never skated to Kurupt "We can freak it" You aint SHIT! LOL even when it comes to that sex sound track. If you have never had unprotected sex to Forever My Lady by Jodeci, That nigga don't love you. (I wanted to type something else in place of that last line, but I would have been all kinds of wrong for that! LMAO)

Music is life! It defines a culture, a nation, and a person’s sense of self. I think your personal sound track says a lot about you. The songs you choose to high light special events in your life speak volumes. For instance my bedroom sound track includes Tupac. Dont Judge! It starts off slow with the likes of Prince or R Kelly. Maybe some Jodeci and Jagged Edge. Then some mid tempo in the middle with Beyonce and Tupac. Then finish off with something with some bass that knock. Think I aint heard of that by Slim Thug, or 99 problems (Yeah that’s me). Whether you throw on a rap cd to fuck or the Love Jones soundtrack to make love to, may I make just one request? I don’t like getting people business, but no music sucks. And not the good suck. No one wants to hear heavy breathing and bed squeaking. Make the bed room one of those special events. Feel the mood. See what happens. I bet your partner will appreciate the effort.