I miss the days when a fan could watch a female rapper hit the stage, bend over (or not– hi, Queen Latifah), and curse like a sailor without worrying whether or not she was going to end up in jail for lying or being out of her rabbit ass mind.
I missed 95% of the BET Hip Hop Awards, but someone did catch me in time to check out the female rapper tribute during the replay on Sunday. Watching Coretta with Rage perform her one and only hit was dope, but my highlight was watching Yo-Yo. I didn’t realize just how much I loved Yo-Yo until I heard “You Can’t Play With My Yo-Yo” again.
When I wrote “The Why Chromosome,” I was feeling nostalgic and thinking about the days when hip-hop had a little bit more estrogen. And no, these male rappers spitting about designer clothes, wearing murses, and gossiping about each other online don’t count. None of them could carry Da Brat’s sac.
I think I’m just the type of person that likes balance. That and I’m tired of Foxy lying, Kim looking crazy, and Eve walking around with nothing to do. Besides, give Lil’ Mama and that Google girl that looks like MC Lyte Junior a chance. (Mike love the kids.)
In any event, enjoy the flashback and say it with me: Go Yo-Yo, go Yo-Yo, go.