The Dirty Version: On Stage, in the Studio, and in the Streets with Ol' Dirty Bastard by Monk Buddha & Hess Mickey

Author:Monk, Buddha & Hess, Mickey [Monk, Buddha & Hess, Mickey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Itzy, Kickass.so
ISBN: 9780062231437
Amazon: B00ICMMVYQ
Publisher: Dey Street Books
Published: 2014-11-04T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

THE MAN IN THE RED SUIT

Dirty was so excited about the Grammys that he bought a new suit, rented a limo, and bought a bouquet of flowers for his mama. And this was after he found out he’d lost! In 1998, the Grammys still didn’t air the award presentation for Best Rap Album. They gave out the rap awards at the same event where they gave out Best Spoken Word Album, Best Polka Album, and Best Album Notes. The winners in these categories had been announced at a smaller, perfunctory event, not the main Grammys ceremony, so when Dirty headed to Radio City Music Hall on February 25, 1998, he already knew Wu-Tang Clan didn’t win. Wu-Tang’s A&R, Steve Rifkind, even asked him why bother going?

Originally, Dirty hadn’t wanted to go to the Grammys. This was his second nomination—Return to the 36 Chambers had been nominated in 1995 for Best Rap Album, and he didn’t win then either. He went back and forth about making up his mind. On one hand, he thought, fuck a Grammy. Like the rapper Jadakiss said, “Screw your awards. My son can’t eat those plaques.” Dirty was making money from album sales, and he knew the Grammy awards tended to go to the poppiest rappers, the Will Smiths and the Puff Daddies. But on the other hand, it was still an honor to be nominated, and he would have been thrilled to win. “Are you going or not?” I asked him. “Make up your mind and let me know.”

I was excited to be brought along for the ride. I hadn’t done any production work on Wu-Tang Forever, but Dirty promised that if he went I’d be sitting there next to him at Radio City Music Hall. I’d gone back and forth trying to get in touch with him and get an answer, but he never had one for me, so when the night came I sat at home in Brooklyn with my suit on, waiting for the limo to pick me up.

I was looking at my watch, thinking, Here we go again, this nigga is late as usual. I tried to call Dirty but he didn’t pick up. Then I decide, well, okay, he’s changed his mind and he didn’t go. And the next thing you know I’m looking at the TV, and I see Dirty walk down the red carpet. “Are you fucking kiddin’ me?” I said. “This nigga’s already at the Grammys? He left me?” I had just gone and bought an outfit for it, so I was sitting there on my couch dressed up, and me and my girl are watching Dirty on TV. You couldn’t miss him—he’d showed up in a burgundy suit.

I’d met a girl named Sharlynn and we’d had a baby and moved in together. Just like Patricia before her, she didn’t like me being away from home so much, but she understood that was the nature of my job. We watched a few minutes of the red

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