And while it may have been horror at “nigger” lyrics which launched my masochistic voyage into a 14-year-old’s iPod, that horror was supplanted by an even greater horror as the hours ticked away.
Now, I’m fully aware that each generation of parents frets over the heightened sexual content of their kids’ music, and that this cycle has been going on since time immemorial, from the scandalous waltz through the immoral Charleston to Elvis and then Madonna. Cole Porter wrote “In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking, now heaven knows, anything goes” way back in 1934. And I know I’m going to sound like just another out-of-it old fogey fearful of the younger generation’s sexuality, but if you’d heard what I heard on that iPod, the blood would drain from your face. Our culture has reached what must be the end point of degraded obscenity, as each rapper tries to outdo his peers with absurd levels of sexual content that manages to be nauseating, juvenile and misogynistic in the extreme, all at once.
This, for example, was one of the songs on the iPod; imagine your 14-year-old daughter listening to songs like this:
Ain’t No Fun (If The Homies Can’t Have None) – Snoop Doggy Dogg (feat. Nate Dogg, Kurupt, and Warren G.)
You’re back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ Eazy Dick
On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys
A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery
here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that
slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick.
[Verse One: Nate Dogg]
When I met you last night baby
Before you opened up your gap
I had respect for ya lady
But now I take it all back
Cause you gave me all your pussy
And ya even licked my balls
Leave your number on the cabinet
And I promise baby, I’ll give ya a call
Next time I’m feelin kinda horny
You can come on over, and I’ll break you off
And if you can’t fuck that day, baby
Just lay back, and open your mouth
Cause I have never
met a girl
That I love
in the whole wide world
[Verse Two: Kurupt]
Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I’d always be broke
I’d never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke
I gets loced and looney, bitch you can’t do me
Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes
That’s somethin I learned in the pound
So how the fuck am I supposed
to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
I know the pussy’s mine, I’ma fuck a couple more times
And then I’m through with it, there’s nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cause she ain’t nuthin but a bitch to me
And y’all know, that bitches ain’t shit to me
I gives a fuck, why don’t y’all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition, I’m Kurupt
Hoe you’ll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!
[Chorus: (repeat 4X)]
It ain’t no fun, if the homies can’t have none.
[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Guess who back in the motherfuckin’ house
With a fat dick for your motherfuckin’ mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo
What you gon do? You really don’t know
So I’d advise you not to trust that hoe
Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch
Knowin’ damn well, I’m too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
How many bitches wanna fuck this nigger
named Snoop Doggy, I’m all the above
I’m too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
But see, it ain’t no fun, if my homies can’t get a taste of it
Cause you know I don’t love ‘em.
[Verse Four: Warren G]
Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
One for the money, two for the bitches
Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches
In my Chevy, six-fo’ Rad to be exact
With bitches on my side, and bitches on back
So back up bitch cuz i’m strugglin, so get
off your knees and then start jugglin’
these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth
It’s me, Warren G the nigga with the clout
“Start jugglin’ these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth” was just the tip of the iceberg. Hundreds of similar songs, such as Beat The Pussy Up by Love Rance featuring IAMSU ! & Skipper P and “Lets Talk About It” by Clipse and Jermaine Dupri were scattered throughout the iPod’s playlist. Most upsetting of all was what seemed to be the collected works of an artist named CoCo Brown, who singlehandedly proves that women rappers can be more obscene than the men. This is what America’s 14 year olds are listening to:
This is not a recent development. The Snoop Dogg track above is from 20 years ago. Woman-hating, anti-love lyrics have been par for the course ever since.
What does hearing all this do to the mind of the listener? Can music cause the degradation of the soul? Can a 14-year-old develop healthy attitudes about romance if she spends her childhood listening to lyrics like “And if you can’t fuck that day, baby, just lay back and open your mouth, ’cause I have never met a girl that I love in the whole wide world”? Is the capacity for romantic love an in-born human trait or just a cultural construct? Have we reached the end of the “Love Era” in human history?