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’10 Worst Albums: #5 N.E.R.D. Nothing

Admittedly I’m not a big N.E.R.D. supporter. I like my Pharrell peddling beats and hooks to great MCs and stayin’ on the sidelines. But with a somewhat open, slate-cleaning mind I copped the oft-delayed Nothing the day it dropped. And guess what? I didn’t like it. From the annoying chorus-laden opener “Party People”; to the Al Green on acid space ride “Hypnotize U”; to a slithery shit sandwich called “Help Me”, the album clearly stumbles badly out the gate. To […]

’10 Best Singles: #6 Kanye West “Power”

I’ve already gone on the record a coupla times about how much I dug Kanye’s comeback song from the moment the joint accidentally leaked. Oops! Fuck the radio, “Power” was the record Donda’s baby boy had to deliver. A snarling salute to one’s self—it’s swagger on a hundred thousand somethin’ somethin’. Almost serving as its own EP, it set the stage nicely for the G.O.O.D. Friday campaign, which all culminated with the release of MBDTF. Whether one song or with […]

A Day In The Life Of Dirty Money

[vodpod id=Video.5273009&w=425&h=350&fv=] Ever wonder what it’s like to live a day in the life of the Dirty Money crew? WSHH was nice enough to give us a look inside of what the crew goes through which include promo runs, performances and studio sessions. Last Train To Paris is in stores now. hhnm

’10 Best Singles: #7 Lloyd Banks x Juelz Santana “Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley”

Whether you were on two heels or four wheels, Lloyd Banks had a tune for you to ride to. With Juelz Santana riding shotgun, Banks’ “Beamer , Benz Or Bentley,” not only spawned a thousand remixes but a gold plaque as well. While xylophones tip toe between the tandem, Santana drives it home with a flawless verse. (“I got a girl named cigar, call her that because she Cuban/ Got a black chick that be boostin’/Got a white girl that […]

’10 Best Singles: #8 B.o.B. Ft. Eminem x Hayley Williams “Airplanes Pt.2″

Let’s pretend the original version of this song isn’t great. That the sequel isn’t even greater. That shortie from Paramore’s hook isn’t intoxicating. That Bobby Ray didn’t insightfully take you into his life and his struggles to make it as a rapper. That when Em cleared his throat, your heart didn’t skip a beat. That you didn’t crack a smile, nod and marvel at Marshall recallin’ his Rap Olympics days. That the song’s wordplay didn’t blow you away. Let’s pretend […]