I know things are under construction...

...but I cannot pass over this unbelievable, unconscionable, stupefying story. Just read this. More substantial blogs will follow I swear.


(as taken from Smartlyrics.com )

[Chorus 2X: Shug - singing] + (Djay)You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't knowin)For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't knowin)[1] Because a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)[2] Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)

[Djay]In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets. Gotta couple hoes workin on the changes for me. But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night. Like takin from a ho don't know no better, I know that ain't right. Done seen people killed, done seen people deal. Done seen people live in poverty with no meals. It's fucked up where I live, but that's just how it is. It might be new to you, but it's been like this for years. It's blood sweat and tears when it come down to this shit. I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch. I'm tryin to have thangs but it's hard fo' a pimp. But I'm prayin and I'm hopin to God I don't slip, yeah

[Chorus]

[Djay]Man it seems like I'm duckin dodgin bullets everyday. Niggaz hatin on me cause I got, hoes on the tray. But I gotta stay paid, gotta stay above water. Couldn't keep up with my hoes, that's when shit got harder. North Memphis where I'm from, I'm 7th Street bound. Where niggaz all the time end up lost and never found. Man these girls think we prove thangs, leave a big head. They come hopin every night, they don't end up bein dead. Wait I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too. You pay the right price and they'll both do you. That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin. Gotta have my hustle tight, makin change off these women, yeah

[Chorus]



Just so you know, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences deems "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" by the 3-6 Mafia the best song written for a movie. This song was (which was most likely composed under a blue-ish gray haze) composed by throwing a handful of resampled music clips together, and laying some basic beats behind them. To compose a song of the caliper of "It's Hard Out Here...", you might need to spend the better part of an hour being tutored on how to use a mixing board...but that's about it. You don't need to know how to sing, how to rhyme, how to compose a musical score, or even how to perform well. The song, about a pimp who treats women like refuse, is the best song for a motion picture according to the Academy.

I know this is the Academy Awards and that there's a built in "this-makes-me-sick" factor inherent in the ceremony, but this travesty takes me want to induce reverse peristalsis. I might never turn on a television again. Am I off-base in assuming that this is a sign of a pending apocolypse? God help us all.