Where da hoe sat?

Where da hoe sat?

Where diggy diggy diggy diggy

Where da hoe sat?"

- (excerpt from Where Da Hoe Sat?)

Over the past few days I listened to this record through a few times while I was driving. This record is from that early 90's Gangsta rap period that exploded just after the Rodney King beating and the subsequent LA riots. It followed right on the heels of the string of classic West Coast rap records like Ice Cube's Death Certificate and Dr. Dre's The Chronic.

Although it features appearances by Ice Cube and most of it is produced by DJ Pooh, this record is not of the same caliber of the classics. As I listened I kept thinking there is something missing … There is something that sets those albums apart from the dozens, perhaps hundreds of gansta rap records released during the same period. I think that that something, like all great albums, is that they set a tone, conveyed a feeling and most importantly painted a somewhat cohesive picture. They don’t just contain interchangeable tracks. The songs and interludes comprise the albums like pieces to a puzzle. That is not the case with King Tee’s Tha Triflin’ Album.

The first six songs are party jams filled with one-liners about drinking and smoking pot. The highlight is “Got it Bad” featuring the Alcholiks. E-Swift and company flex their verbal superiority and help make King Tee - for at least one song anyway – sound like a wordsmith. The next third of the album centers around having sex and not putting hoes before your homies. This section of the album includes the ridiculous song quoted above called “Where Da Hoe Sat?” This song begins with a sample of the ‘Warning! You must use JimmyHat condoms!’ sample found on Ice Cube’s “Death Certificate” and then King Tee begins rapping pretending to be a condom that wants to have sex. He raps through a voice modulator to make his voice sound high, like a condom’s voice. The majority of the song lyric consists of him saying  

Where da hoe sat?

Where da hoe sat?

Where diggy diggy diggy diggy

Where da hoe sat?"

And while there are two or three songs attempting to address the issues of ghetto life and strife I think you’ll agree that after hearing “Where’s Da Hoe Sat?” there isn’t much point in discussing them.

So I’m done with this record for another 14 years. I’m now going to walk over to my CDs, close my eyes and select a new selection…and next up is: BioHazard, “Urban Disipline”