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MCs are still all about spending money like it ain’t a thang. Their
major trending topic is the cash. Meanwhile, the discussion of insanely
expensive never-worn watches must sound crass to people who every day
grow less and less hopeful of finding a job. I love “Niggas In Paris,”
even though much of its self-congratulatory bragging feels out of place
in today’s climate. The song registers no awareness of how extreme
financial brags may turn off some listeners during a prolonged
recession. “What’s 50 grand to a nigga like me?” is an honest rhetorical
question. Jay’s a multimultimillionaire. But it’s also tone deaf.
So the song is ripe for a working class–focused MC like Yasiin Bey
(formerly Mos Def) to remake into “Niggas In Poorest,” something more
fitting with what many Blacks are going through now. It’s something more
angry. Something more Occupyish. Something that gives us an MC who’s
aware of the current economic climate. “What’s $50 grand to a nigga like
me?” Bey asks. “More than my annual salary.” This song is a tragic
blues. A scream to keep from crying. Or killing. There’s no self-pity
here, but lots of soul-crippling pain.