STR8 Gangsta

Now I've lamented the death of cool when it comes to artists many times before. Truly, one of the saddest things to witness is your favorite rock band morphing into a bunch of fat slobs in front of your eyes while still trying to pass themselves off as bad ass. Either that, or they become a bunch of PETA-pushing christian vegan pussies who can't write a decent song to save their heads from the chopping block.

...and now this. I don't know if seeing a former hard-core gangsta rapper turn into a slick dressing Puffy-wannabe (note proper capitalization) is any sadder, but it's at least as startling. But lest you forget that he's still a hard-ass, so he has to carry a loaded weapon at all times and conveniently forget it in a hotel room (can you tell that I think it was at least a little scripted?) Really, how long has it been since you've seen Sticky Fingaz in the news? But it's so sad to see them go down like this. I saw Sticky on the street a couple times, and he really was a scary looking dude*(meaning I wouldn't fuck with him). For comparison, if I saw Coolio on the street, I'd fuck with him, as long as he didn't have his posse...oh wait, I did see Coolio in public (Virgin Mega, Times Square), and I did fuck with him, and I almost got my ass kiced -- notice I said almost, meaning I actually didn't. I firmly believe the old Sticky would have killed me.

Although, did we not see it coming? Don't forget that Onyx started out wearing jump suits doing the whole World Class Wrecking Cru thing (yes Dre, we haven't forgotten or forgiven you for that yet). Also worthy of note is that Sticky's partner in crime, Fredro Starr (who lived down the block from a buddy of mine in high school, also an imposing dude) is now co-host of a syndicated afternoon dance-off show. What is this world coming to?

Oh, how the once mighty have fallen...