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The Dirt on Dirt McGirt
Thursday, December 04, 2008
A founder of the seminal Wu Tang Clan, Ol' Dirty Bastard added a touch of absurdity to a grim hip hop scene, appeared on tracks alongside divas like Kelis and Mariah Carey, and collected more nicknames than a Bush cabinet member. But ODB’s erratic personality was fueled by excess and illness. His biographer, Jaime Lowe, joins us to talk about her book "Digging for Dirt: The Life and Death of ODB."
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good job finding the one ODB verse that can be played on the radio!
also, there are only 9 members of Wu-Tang...Cappadonna is not an official member.
Jacques Cousteau could never get this low!
I was one of the first producers outside of the RZA to work with him, I believe He was a genius
she right 12 forties at that "Harlem World" session (Crazy!)
what you guys are not mentioning is the line of producers that were not paid including myself
Peace
Dore
I was one of the first producers to work with him outside of the RZA
I thought he was a Genius
12 forties at that session (Crazy)
what she's not mentioning is the line of Producers that were never paid including myself
Peace
Big Dore
His first album brings back memories of being in high school and trying to hold back tears of laughter with my walkman on during class. RIP ODB aka Big Baby Jesus aka Dirt McGirt.
I in fact, also like it raw.
He was locked up on sexual ward at Manhattan Psych right?
what an absolute non story
"Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem, Old Dirty Bastard from the temple of Shaolin, Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain, Clang Clang Clang rhymes pluckin at your brain, So take a sip from the cup of death, and when your shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left..."
Fascinating. Good interview.
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