![]() ![]() Somewhere along the line, the qualities that made him special and the esteem he's held in by other artists have become overlooked. But they add little, if anything, to the music. You can find them almost anywhere his name is mentioned. There are enough stories about his brushes with controversy. But as his legal troubles spiralled into a sideshow, I could tell that there was much more to Dirty than the buffoonish caricature he was often portrayed as. Maybe it was the way that, shortly after we shook hands and said goodbye, he marched into traffic – with cars honking and swerving all around him – and disappeared into the blare of rush-hour.Įven as a naive teenager, that encounter felt like a glimpse into a world of which I had no real understanding or experience. Maybe it was the curtain of bloodshot pink that hung halfway over his right eye, so thick that you couldn't see through it. Maybe it was the way he drifted off on a tangent too difficult to follow. ![]() I can't pretend there was no sign of it that day. Long before he passed away from an accidental overdose in 2004, two days short of his 36th birthday, his merits as an artist became increasingly overshadowed by his reputation for erratic behaviour. Apart from the occasional sliver of information that slipped through, all I had to go on was the music.Īs that began to change, Dirty's life turned into headline material. Streaming updates about artists and their antics had yet to become all-pervasive. I didn't realise any of that at the time. He'd been in jail, shot at several times and was under surveillance by the FBI. Dirty's demeanour seems all the more remarkable now, looking back, considering the difficulties he was struggling with. He indulged me graciously, laughing when I tried to persuade him to visit Ireland, filling me in on his plans for a new album. Dirty paused for a beat, gazing at me intently, before replying: "Well, I love you too!"Īll these years later, I still can't imagine a better response. I could feel myself trembling, so unsure of what was happening that I said it again. The words just blurted out, tumbling to an awkward halt. Instead some primitive impulse took over, compelling me to stride up to the man and exclaim: "Dirty. So when our paths happened to cross that afternoon, I didn't stop to think the situation through. As a teenager growing up in Ireland, floundering for an identity of my own, the weird world of Dirty felt like a perfect fit. The man seemed fearless: immune to criticism, impervious to judgement. "Help master!" *battle ensues* "Dragon-fist!" "Horse-fist!" "b_, I didn't know who you were.His music felt so unapologetically eccentric, so brazenly unself-conscious, that some of that exuberance rubbed off on you just by listening. Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa.Īhh s_, here I go once again Rhymes get s_ty from the time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green s_ Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc I get you blurry in your eye with a high note down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked The s_ I'm droppin is stinkin up your area When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier I keep my breath smellin like s_ so I can get FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it. My beats are slammin from the rugged programming My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah Other MC's got flipped with the ease Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb Boom! Blowin up n_z better than pullin the trigger So you betta run for covah! n_z better loosen they a_, felt the glass A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass! Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live MC gonna live God? No, the n_ die The max-imum of MC's are populating The min-imum of those MC's are dominating Now all and together now, to what what who? Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo. Ol' Dirty Bastard Hippa To Da Hoppa Lyrics ![]()
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