Russell Jones, 1968-2004

Mr. Courageous: O.D.B. (AKA, Big Baby Jesus, Osiris, Dirt McGirt)
Rapper ODB Dies in Studio
“Number one, I got shot. It made me understand that I do only have one life to live and that it can happen to me. And shit happens when you be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The bullet went through my back and it came out my front. It ruptured my spleen, but it didn’t hit no bones or nothing. The doctors don’t even know how that happened, so that’s all praise due to Allah. It just lets you know that I was meant to be here. And anyway, I wasn’t going nowhere because ain’t nobody take me off this motherfucker till I’m ready to leave this motherfucker… Hell no. I don’t play that dying shit.”
(Quoted from The Nutty Confessor, by Rob Marriott, SPIN, circa March 1995.)

10 replies on “Russell Jones, 1968-2004”

It’s kind of sad that this ass-bandit gets his picture posted here and his fifteen minutes of obituary fame.
On Monday Iris Chang, author of “The Rape of Nanking” and a lobbyist for exposing atrocities around the world, was found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound after suffering long depression.
As always, the world doesn’t know who its true friends are. ODB’s antics only served as lubricant for the machine, not as irritant.

Good point, MAF. I wasn’t too familiar with Chang’s work, but I was a great admirer of Jones, and I’m genuinely sad that he died. (Especially since he had many, many children and several projects in the works that might’ve restored his reputation as an artist.)
Yes, Chang exposed an amazing, dreadful story that had been forgotten by history, but that doesn’t mean O.D.B. was less deserving of our respect or condolences.
Anyway, people should check out Chang’s book, The Rape of Nanking and O.D.B.’s Return to the 36 Chambers.
Heroes come in many forms: some tell hard truths, others rock hard beats. Respect to both.

case 1:
“She was a real woman warrior trying to fight injustice.”…Stunned friends and colleagues sought to understand what might have led to the suicide of an energetic and passionate young woman who channeled her outrage over Japanese war atrocities into a busy career of writing and lecturing…Chang’s current project videotaping the former U.S. prisoners of war had been emotionally taxing for her … she “took things to heart” and usually became emotionally involved in the tragic stories she wrote about. …”She was passionate and articulate”…She was one of the most visible Chinese American authors, who wrote a landmark book that brought to the attention, at least among her American audience, what was nonexistent as an issue.” …Author of three books and many articles and columns, Chang’s most famous work was her controversial 1997 book, “The Rape of Nanking: The Forgotten Holocaust of World War II,” which described one of the war’s worst atrocities…Japanese army troops massacred many Chinese in Nanjing (then called Nanking) in late 1937 and early 1938, and Chang not only believed that the horrible event was in danger of being forgotten but also accused Japanese society of collective denial about it…Translated into many languages, her book galvanized a redress movement in the United States. It was lauded in the U.S. media, drew criticism from several U.S. scholars on Japan and was vilified by right-wing publications in Japan …”she has done more than anybody to call attention to the outrage that took place.”…Chang “wanted to bring voices to the fore, the stories shunted aside and ignored in history. This is a huge loss.”
case 2:
Ohhh baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
All the pretty girls
Its on [echo]
All the pretty girls, in the world
And the ugly girls too
Cause to me your pretty anyways baby
[verse 1:]
You give me your number, I call you up
You act like ur pussy dont interrupt
I don’t have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem wit you not fucking me
Baby you know ima take care of you
Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain’t true
Is it a good thing? no its bad bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my crystal
Bitches, niggaz put away your pistols
Dirty wont be having it in this house
Cause bitch I’ll cripple your style
Now that you heard my calm voice
You couldn’t get another nigga, hoochie wont get moist
If you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money
[hook: Kelis]
Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don’t your worry, I said hey.
Baby I got your money
[verse 2:]
Yo! so I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
I whispered in their ear, wana be with me?
You wana look pretty though, in my video
Ol’ dirty on the hat and I let you all know
Just dance! if you caught up in the holy ghost trance
If you stop! ima put the killer ants in your pants
I’m the O-D-B as you can see
Every eye, don’t you be watching me
I don’t want no problems cause I put you down
In the ground where you can not be found
I’m just dirt dog trying to make sum bunny
So give me my streaks and give me my honey
Radio, yes all day, everyday
Recognize I’m a fool and ya luuuuuuuuuuv me!
None of you nmph better look at me funny
Nmph you know my name now give me my money!
[hook X2]
Dirty: sing it, sing it girls! (during hook)
Just shake it right now!
Somebody else: if dirty want his money
I think ya’ll should give him his money
Dirty: that’s how I like giiiiiiiirlllll
Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!
[verse 3:]
Yo, yo!
Nigga playing in the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out let me hold it tight
You looking at my wrist saying “its so nice”
The price bitch is diamonds shining disco light
You better help me solve this problem
Or ima get this money and rob them
Lucky dig when I won the lotto
Ran up on my car for carrying (ryllos?)
You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt
And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass
Stop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loud
It takes the bastard ol’ dirty, to move the crowd
They say he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy told me that back in the house
But give me my money!
[hook till fade with odb sayin shit]
Glad you’ve got some perspective on what’s important.

MAF’s right: all hip hop is just disgusting, scatological smut: filth, curse words, derogatory language, hate.
How can anyone respect a writer who relies on such coarse language to express himself? And how dare anyone consider such works capital-C “Classics”?

I’m sorry, matt, but that’s a willful misinterpretation of my intention. I’m just as fond of pussy and kicking ass as anyone, maybe more. I hate censorship on a personal level, and at my job have to fight every day against people who want to limit my thought and speech.
I just… want… the counterculture… to

I totaly agree with MAF.
this problem envolves more than the hip hop.
culture is representing some people who think their way, if they don’t express their thougths or can’t find themselves represented in messages they receive throu the media, you may have to worry about more than your disgust.
Words are their so you can express thougths.
if you disagree with someone, you can try and convince him, but don’t tell him to shut up!

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