Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Originally a Cleveland homey who jumped train with the rest of the bandwagon and relocated to Inglewood, AMG is probably not the first rapper one thinks of when reminiscing about the state of the music world in 1991. Relatively obscure to most (unless you're a big D.J. Quik fan - AMG was his protegé at some point) and lost in the glut of hardcore rappers pouring out of South Central L.A., it's amazing this album ever got made, much less made it onto the charts. Surprisingly, though, it is actually really good. Yeah, yeah, Bitch Betta Have My Money is sloppily produced, has some pretty weak beats here and there, and all in all isn't hugely original; but as a whole it works and is way more listenable then some of the other crap coming out twenty years ago. Some tunes are goofy ("Vertical Joyride"), some funny ("Mai Sista Izza Bitch"), and some just have a nice hook (title track) but all are testament's to AMG's healthy obsession with the ladies. Imagine Too $hort rhymes with some playful beats and you got it. Play it at your next party - word 2 the D.