Lupe Fiasco’s Bitch Bad

WOW. I posted this song when it first came out, but I’m really glad that Lupe put out a video for this. The sad thing is that it will likely get very little exposure on BET or MTV (even though this is from the MTV site).

Like I mentioned in my previous post, I had a really good discussion with some kasamas this weekend about the use of the word “Bitch”. I didn’t want to kill the flow of the conversation by playing this song from Lupe Fiasco, but it was definitely in the back of my mind. I’m definitely curious to hear the different critiques of this song.

What I love about Lupe’s music is that I almost always catch something new when I listen to it. The wordplay and the conceptualization really makes the listener think (unfortunately, not everyone likes thought provoking music. I’m not knocking those folks at all, I’m just stating the facts). For this song in particular, I love how it all ties together at the very end. That third verse is something else, yo.

Sure enough in this little world
the little boy meets one of those little girls
and He thinks She a “bad bitch” and She thinks she a “bad bitch”
He thinks disrespectfully and She thinks of that sexually
She got the wrong idea, He don’t wanna fuck her
He thinks She’s “bad” at being a “bitch” like his mother
“Mama never dress like that: come out the house, hot mess like that”
“Ass, titties, dressed like that. All out to impress like that”
Just like that, you see the fruit of the confusion
He caught in a Reality, She caught in an Illusion
“Bad” mean “good” to her, She really nice and smart
But “bad” mean “bad” to him, bitch don’t play your part
But “bitch” still bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But She think she a “bitch”, what a double entendre

I can’t remember if I posted this before, but it’s worth putting up again. B.o.B and Bruno Mars got nuh-nuh-nuh-nothing on this.

And yo whatever comes up comes out
We don’t put our hands over our mouth
And whatever comes up comes out
We don’t put our hands over our mouth
Whatever comes up comes out
Please Mr. Bass Man lay it on me

Ayo, depending on the day, and depending on what I ate
I’m anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds overweight
I got red eyes and one of them’s lazy
And they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy
I’m albino man, I know I’m pink and pale
And I’m hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails
I shave a cranium that ain’t quite shaped right
Face tight, shiny, I stay up and write late nights
My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts
A mixture of what I like and what I wear to work
I’m not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps
I’m not the classic profile of what the ladies want
You might think I’m depressed as can be
But when I look in the mirror I see sexy ass me
And if that’s somethin that you can’t respect then that’s peace
My life’s better without you actually
To everyone out there, who’s a little different
I say damn a magazine, these are gods fingerprints
You can call me ugly but can’t take nothing from me
I am what I am doctor you ain’t gotta love me

If you would please turn in your bible
To beauty tips according to Forest Whitaker
In the third chapter of the third line
Brother Ali would you please read to the choir for me son

[Sung 3X]
I’ma be all right, you ain’t gotta be my friend tonight (you ain’t gotta love me)
And I’ma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain’t gotta love me)

Forest Whitaker y’all