She Ain’t Talking About Me!
Disclaimer: Song is not safe for work. Or brain cells. Proceed with caution and headphones if on the job.
As soon as I hear the beat of this song I instantly get the urge to get up, twirk, and shake what my mama didn’t give me but the Stairmaster helped provide.
This song, like many of the songs I like to dance to, is full of all types of wrong. It’s materialistic and if judging by the bird standard set prior, should probably come with a side of Cajun fries and a buttery biscuit. Of course, these traits tend to make me like a song even more.
I know, I know: Why would I like a song called “Independent Bitches?” I’m a sucker for a beat and a hot hook, ya’ll. I’m not perfect.
But as I give the song a few additional listens (because of course one jig is not enough) I started paying more attention to some of the lines.
“Ricky Bobby, Stanky Legg, Jig Get It Big…”
Alright, I’m with you. That line could go in my official bio.
“My man ain’t here, got a babysitter for my kids…”
Shout out to your cousin for helping the club cause.
“The oils on my eyes, Gucci on my body, shoes is a fool I do a Roberto Cavalli…”
If you like it, I love it, though I wonder if you’re a renter or owner.
“I’m with the gutter mamis, we looking at the brothers like, ‘Why the hell is all these niggas dancing with each other?’”
At this point I’m wondering did she show up to the club on gay night. Babysitters don’t give refunds. But, Candi Red makes her opinions very clear:
“In 2009 that nigga ain’t my man if he rocking a purse and wear the same size pants.”
At this point my reaction was, “She ain’t talking ‘bout me.” I mean, it’s not like I’m walking around like this every day:
At the same time, the song is called “Independent Bitches.” I’m a grown ass man enjoying a song called “Independent Bitches.” Chances are she would likely lump me into that category regardless of whether or not I walk like my wrist just suffered a stroke.
Then it hit me: Oh shit, I sound like black women from circa 1991 to now.
Ya’ll know what I mean. When the word bitch suddenly became the only acceptable way to identify someone with a vagina. And then lyrics that talked about sex in the most vile and vulgar of ways flew as fast from the lips of women as “I’m Every Woman.”
Damn, I am becoming one of them, aren’t I?
“These lame ass niggas independent bitches, too. They get on the flo’ more than independent bitches do. These new breed niggas make me wonder, fag you want my digits but that ain’t my number.”
And as it were with women supporting so many of these rappers, “Independent Bitches” is the sort of song gay men will gravitate to. Well, a certain type of gay man anyway. The type of gay man that likely wouldn’t ask for her number, but that’s not the point.
So for a second, I debated whether or not I’m supposed to stop listening to the song. The beat is so catchy, though. You listened to the beat. Did you not want to jig?! What to do?
She clearly has a point of view about gay men. Yet, she also seems to have a certain view about herself as a woman. She calls herself a bitch boastfully so evidently she’s bought into a mindset men created and instead of challenging it has passed it on to a group arguably viewed similarly like women.
But, wait, wait, wait. The song is called “Independent Bitches” by a woman who calls herself Candi Red. Why look into this any deeper than need be? It’s obvious she has about as much insight as a rock. Should I just appreciate the song for what it is or should I not repeat the mistakes of the women who enabled these disrespectful rappers and created the monsters we have to day?
To jig or not to jig. That is the question, folk.
Now before you get to answering, I do have one thing to note:
“I’m sick of watching niggas switch they hips like bitches. Hit that booty dew and dip like bitches. Then ya know it’s perms and wearing flips like bitches. Then they gon’ get on the flo’ and get tips like bitches.”
Men already are doing that. After a long overdue visit back to New York this summer, after a few extra Long Islands kick it some go-go boy got a tip from me.
My lap, my choice.
Gaga's Lady
November 9, 2009 at 12:46 pm
Some “bitches” just won’t let black women be great…as for the song-jesus and i wept..If i’ll let anyone set us back while jigging, it will be nicki minaj and her 50-11 accents.
LOVE THE BLOG=)
MzVirgo
November 9, 2009 at 4:07 pm
I thought songs about being independent were played out already?
But seriously, she does sound like a homophobic person to me. Either that or she came across a DL man who did her wrong.
Taco
November 10, 2009 at 3:05 am
To jig or not to jig. Hmm… tough call. I personally can’t get with songs that offend me but I tend to be overly sensitive, so I’d understand if you chose to jig to it. Besides, it’s hard to deny a good beat when you hear it. I don’t normally condone the word “bitches” in any song, but there’s something about the way it falls on the beat in this particular one that makes it downright indispensable! (Through similar logic, I’ve come to terms with my affection for Mystikal’s “Shake Ya Ass.”)
As for the non-homophobic portions of the song, such as:
Understand ain’t no man payin’ rent upon the first
Gotta get this fuckin’ money keep it in this Gucci purse
I2I, girl. I2I. My prep-school background would have had me word it differently, but I can definitely feel the “all the mamas who profit dollars” vibes running throughout this song. Then again, I’m just glad someone like this would have anything favorable to say about working at all!
Rayve
November 20, 2009 at 10:02 am
Is it bad that I like this song? lmao I listened to it like three times…. the inner hoodrat is taking over.
Love u and the blog!!
2
November 25, 2009 at 8:42 am
Maaan, that’s the same feeling I had some time ago when a song came out in New Orleans called “In Love With a Juvie”. I was like “NO. I can’t listen to this garbage.”…………but the song was so catchy I liked it. That’s the conundrum we gots to deal with. I guess you gotta just turn your brain off, and turn your body on. Go ‘head and jigalate!!
m.lauren
December 2, 2009 at 8:17 pm
Why am I surprised that she rhymed bitch with bitch 20 times?! I am actually proud that she had enough lyrical ingenuity to come up with “jig get it big”.. I can’t lie though.. I felt my head nod a couple times at the beat.. I hope Candi Red kept her day job
Sweet Dookie
December 3, 2009 at 11:26 am
Stupid songs like this makes baby Jesus cry…….
Yashica Bent
January 1, 2010 at 3:16 pm
She should get one of my son’s spinning karate chops to the throat for each she sounds ignorant. Love you BTW
Someone
January 19, 2010 at 12:02 pm
Good song. I sick of these dyke ass bitches, and I’m sick of these faggots! Homos are disgusting and I’m sick of seeing them everywhere. You are not a real man if you are dressing and acting like a bitch! Fuckin sissies! I miss 90s hiphop, where dudes was straight gangsta! too many fuckin homos in the world now. Get back in the fuckin closet!
bryan
June 3, 2010 at 10:35 am
so, i’m obviously late to the game on this song… i was just exposed to it through the major lazer/laroux collaboration “lazerproof”. candi redd is sampled on the track “independent kill”… check it out: http://www.maddecent.com/blog/lazerproof
anyway, i was like, whoa, this song is awfully homophobic – but i really like it! and i had the same internal debate “should i keep listening to this? it’s just a song.” so i was excited to see that there was a discussion started. i guess in the end i tell myself that any recording artist’s persona is all theater. because there is no way this bitch can be truly homophobic. because if she is: joke’s on her. that gucci on her body and that roberto cavalli was no doubt designed by a team of gay men. not to mention hair, makeup, and every other style category you can think of. good luck finding something with style or class a gay man hasn’t sprinkled with his magic fairy dust of awesomeness.
Dedra
August 1, 2010 at 6:44 am
Wow! You idiots must be living under a fucking rock or something. This song is not at all homophobic. We already know gay guys do that and are not expecting them to want to talk to us. if you have been to a straight club in 2009-2010, “straight” men are wearing tight ass pants and are in huddles on the dance floor together dancing down in Texas, which is where this artist resides.
I have seen this with my own two eyes and feel the same way that she does. I wouldn’t give these new age niggas my phone number either. Then all of you hypocrites act as if you have never had somebody watch your child so you could handle your business or have some fun. Be for real with yourself for once in your life.
What kills me is people will talk about how stupid a song is and listen to it all the time. So, you really need to check yourself and figure out why is it that you like stupid ass music that nobody made you listen to.
Further more, I’ve researched this artist, Candi Redd, since I’ve seen this blog and her other music sounds nothing like this. Needless to say, she’s another real artist with great music that had to dumb her music down in order for brainless people to enjoy Lol
I’m sure that you all will be very impressed with the links I’ve found online.
“Grown Ups” – http://www.mediafire.com/?mjzgyznmwjj
“iLL” – http://www.mediafire.com/?2jzwiwmgn3n
“Cigarillo” – http://www.mediafire.com/?z2jilw2zzax
Michael
August 1, 2010 at 12:21 pm
Dedra, street team captain, to all that I say, “[Fag] you want my digits, but that ain’t my number.”
Ink
August 1, 2010 at 12:38 pm
i played the song while reading the article and i didn’t hear a single lyric. beats r powerful y’all, i feel your pain.
KEiTH_ANDRE
August 1, 2010 at 12:55 pm
hmmm…
I like the beat and the hook too, I think if I was somewhere and this song played I would probably jig to it but it will never get onto my macbook. Initially I thought like you, “she aint talking bout me cuz im not that type of gay!” But the reality of the situation is that she is, too many groups of people try so hard to separate themselves from each other when everyone else is busy seeing them as the same. I don’t like homophobia, especially coming from females, thats just weird. lol.. i say all this to say jig if you want to, i mean, its just music… right?