Most urban pop music like this – The Black Eyed Peas and their various contemporaries for example – is a predictable, depressing and crushingly boring slurry of the most vacuous, puerile nonsense one can imagine. As long as it can be sold properly the content becomes irrelevant, and mostly centres around misogynistic portrayals of scantily clad women competing over how much money they have or how nice their tits and arses are. Unfortunately this message is now so ingrained in popular culture that nobody even needs to worry about writing proper lyrics anymore. On a serious note, the most damaging thing about this song is its message that the only things important for a woman are being sexually desirable and using this to have sex with men so they’ll buy you things. While it is of impressive size, I can’t imagine why anyone in their right mind, or in fact anyone that has even the vaguest inkling that music is supposed to mean something and be an expression of one person’s creative impulse, would want to listen to a song about it. The aforementioned child also wrote and directed the video by the way, which seems to be simply a vehicle for Nicki Minaj to prove her main lyrical contention, which is that she has an absolutely gigantic batty and it makes loads of men want to have sex with her. Here is a sample of the lyrics to illustrate my point: “Yeah, he love this fat ass, yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club, I said where my fat ass bitches in the club? Fucking the skinny bitches, fuck the skinny bitches in the club, I wanna see all the fat ass bitches in the motherfucking club, fuck you if you skinny bitches WHAT?” The second thing I hate about it is that the lyrics sound like they’ve been written by a child who doesn’t really understand the concepts of money, sex or reasonable forms of adult human interaction, but has been kept in solitary confinement for weeks with only pictures of shoes, expensive cars and a massive stack of weird porn. So, first negative, she’s ruined a good song by shitting all over the most recognisable part of it, like taking Usain Bolt’s heart and transplanting it into Jimmy Saville’s rotting corpse. What this does is make me 100% sure that if I ever hear Baby Got Back again then I won’t be able to control the impulse to immediately electrocute myself in the ear canals. To my mind, successful sampling takes an element of a track and transplants it into a new context, making us reappraise the music’s potential and changing the way we think about the original track. The main sample and the bassline come from this tune as well as a secondary sample that Minaj sings herself. Obviously, the song draws its musical ideas from ‘Baby Got Back’ by Sir Mixalot. What really bothers me about this heinous song / video combination is that it’s absolute dog shit on every conceivable level. They don’t really bother me that much anyway as if they did I wouldn’t be able to listen to Mobb Deep ever again. By Alex Lodge could go on and on about racial stereotyping, drug references influencing children, overt sex references influencing children, the glorification of alcohol and guns, but I’m sure the outrage brigade will cover off all of these points soon enough.
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