BiscuitDoughJones’ earlier post about the Spice Girls made me think of other 90′s jams that I associated with safe sex back in the day. Let’s take it on back now….
Awww shiiiiiiiiit, you know you can’t kick it back to 90′s hip-hop and R&B without Ronnie, Ricky and Michael, better known as Bell Biv DeVoe. This trio from Boston had a blend of R&B and New Jack Swing that fo’ sho’ had me thinking about gettin’ bizzy (like a Dizzy Lizzy, yo) but I never forgot – the J, the I, the M, the M, the Y y’all.
Definitely one of my favorite hip-hop groups from the 90′s, Digital Underground had that funky, lyrical, out there sound that was a sortof throw back to George Clinton and his Parliament Funkadelics. Shock-G and Money-B kept my ass shakin’ to The Humpty Dance before I ever knew how to wobbly wobbly-drop it like it’s hot. On the whole, I liked their ‘Sex Packets’ album better than it’s successor, ‘This Is An EP Release’ (which also featured rapper Tupac Shakur), although I did like the track ‘Kiss You Back’ from the following album, ‘Sons of The P’.
Anyway, the ‘Sex Packets’ song was actually about a fictional safe sex drug which “Packet Man” was pushing to Humpty Hump – but coming up everyone I knew thought that “sex packets” referred to condoms and it seemed to make sense since the slow bass beat of the song worked to loosen up many a bra strap (ahem). Regardless, when you’re at the age of constant hormonal overload and you have sex on the brain constantly, you should WANT your music to subtly remind you that being safe sexually is a part of being sexy.
And sometimes not so subtly, for at the end of the night when it’s time to get ur freak on you just had to listen to the words and you knew what was up:
Know what I mean? A’ight here’s the scene
You’re lyin’ on your back with your head on the edge of the bed
The booty’s two feet from your head
Should you
A, take the time to find a condom
B, you walk right over and you pound ‘em
C, tell her that you want her love
Well the answer is D
D, all of the above
August 1, 2008 at 4:10 pm
i love these beats! makes me feel like i’m ridin’ dirty, while sitting stationary. love the moaning in the background of the third one!
sex packets, a dolla or two.
just a question: what does “i won’t front like anita” mean? who’s anita and why was she frontin?
lastly: i would give up the firstborn child i never want to have to be able to dance like the gentlemen in the first video.
August 1, 2008 at 4:15 pm
you’re close :) check it:
Just relax, and I won’t front
Like Anita
I’m givin’ you the best that I got
And I’ll be taking it slow, never missin’ a spot
Anita = Anita Baker and Giving You The Best That I Got was her ballad.
August 1, 2008 at 4:30 pm
So, can I do them in the morning? Can I do them in the night? Can I do them when I wanna do them?
It’s just not clear.
August 1, 2008 at 4:30 pm
I completely forgot about Bel Biv DeVoe…good stuff Kadinsky. My all-time favorite will be Salt n Peppa though.
August 1, 2008 at 4:31 pm
with rap i just never know where to place line breaks, commas, or periods.
peace, thanks, and sex packets, kadinsky!
August 1, 2008 at 4:36 pm
@agreeneyeddevil Ooh…Why haven’t Salt n Pepa come up yet? Because “Let’s Talk about Sex” and “None of Ya Business” were the jams of my sexual awakening years. Much respect is due!
August 1, 2008 at 4:40 pm
next tattoo: “i hit it, n’ split it, lick it, n’ quit it”
August 1, 2008 at 5:05 pm
Even Eazy-E referenced the jimmy-hat. So did the Pharcyde, Big Daddy Kane, Lyte…and on and on. it was pretty ubiquitous back then – what happened?
August 1, 2008 at 5:45 pm
This week’s stuff just gets better and better. It’s amazing to see how BCP has blossomed from a home-made anti-youknowwho thang to a site with a real philosophy and style. This is what the internets was made for. Keep it up.
August 1, 2008 at 6:44 pm
AYL: That is vulgar, and you will get no such tattoo.
August 1, 2008 at 9:38 pm
@bang: what, you don’t want matching?
August 2, 2008 at 2:41 pm
ahah i love it :)
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August 2, 2008 at 8:35 pm
@Lindzertart: Idiots like Soulja Boy showed up with their (rented) Bentleys on 30-inch truck rims (and the packaging they came in for tyres), flashing their bling and grillz while “rapping” incoherently about “Bentleys, bitchez, and bling.”
All flash, all trash, not worth your torrents or your cash.
Late ’80s – Mid ’90s = Social consciousness.
Mid’ 90s – Present = Social retardation/fail at its finest… and, sadly, not just in music.