No, these aren’t names of amateur wrestlers or various strains of really killer acid. These were all of Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s aliases he used over the span of his 35 years spent confounding humanity. It’s hard to believe it’s been three years since we heard Dirt’s raspy, reedy flow.
ODB was by far the most fascinating rapper the industry has ever seen. His stream of consciousness fueled a reckless persona, and his rapacious appetite for women and drugs made him something of folk legend. Does anyone remember the 1998 Grammys, when he rushed the stage to protest Wu-Tang Clan not winning best rap album for Wu-Tang Forever? They lost to Puff Daddy’s No Way Out that night. Honestly, in what universe does a stellar double disc from Wu lose out to basically the soundtrack of a man cashing in on his best friend dying? Here is the clip.....
Today, call up your favorite Houston radio station and request some Big Baby Jesus. It’s the least we can do for the man who cashed welfare checks on-camera for a documentary and had Mariah Carey pick him up from prison. I only wish he could have lived to have had his own VH-1 reality show. That’s the real tragedy here.
We miss you, ODB. I hope wherever you are, bitches are scrambling your eggs. – Craig Hlavaty