
I never listened to a lot of rap, because the coarse native rhythms and incorrigible rambunctiousness frightened the help and made my wife clutch her pearls, so to this day I remain ignorant to much of the history. Luckily for me, that fine light-skinned gentleman from the policeman shows directed a documentary about it called Something From Nothing: The Art of Rap, which is out now on DVD. To promote the release of the soundtrack this week, they released this outtake of Ice-T (who co-directed with Andy Baybutt – hee hee!) talking to Dr. Dre about how he achieved such a “clean sound” as a producer. Dre talks about first being an engineer before he was a producer and how he’d remix the same records over and over. My first thought upon seeing this was, “Damn, Dre still looks like he’s been juicing it,” (he’s “yolked” as a Ninja Turtles screenwriter might say) and then my second thought was “hey, this is kind of interesting.”
Cool story, huh. Anyway, Dre is still muscular, in case you were wondering. Which is weird, because sometimes I do talk about guns like he ain’t got none.



It’s equal parts hilarious & sad to me that there’s a sizeable number of people who only know Dr. Dre as “the DJ from that short-lived Dr. Pepper commercial”
Or that DJ that builds headphones…BEATS!
Dre’s fancy pool is clear evidence he’s sold out to The Man. Too bad he couldn’t have remained a rebel, true to his fiery artistic roots, never giving an inch in a bid for mainstream acceptance, constantly Fighting The Power, like Flavor Flav.
In Rock Music selling out and getting rich is seen as horrible. In Rap its seen as ‘gettin dat pappah’ as I understand it. As the profit$ once said:
“Cash rules everything around me, CREAM get that money, Dolla dolla bill y’all”
Yeah, I guess even Flav’s clocks and dental bling don’t come free.
Does this movie explain why Dre’s Beats line of headphones are so shitty yet so expensive?
Wait, you mean they’re not supposed to “Keep Their Heads Ringin”?
Why would a black man buy a pool anyway? It’s like Superman buying a kryptonite mine.
As someone else who knows virtually nothing about rap, all I have to add is John Mulaney’s delightful impression of Ice-T.
“…or like when you bet the house on the ponies?…or like when you play too many scratchy lotteries?….”
But does he remain free from cavity creeps in his grill?
Spoiler alert: It’s only about an hour long, and at the end Ice T arrests Dr. Dre for a sex crime.
On seeing Ice T show up at Dre’s house, the people next door were heard saying, “There goes the neighborhood.”
In an ironic twist, Vanilla Ice is now Dr. Dre’s pool boy.
I would say that is due justice.
So according to both “Prometheus” and Dr. Dre, I simply need to become an engineer and, eventually, I will become super buff.
Dammit.
The resemblance is uncanny.
Xibit saying his name 50 times if 49 times too many.
Xzibit, isn’t he the guy from the memes? wink wink
“Which is weird, because sometimes I do talk about guns like he ain’t got none.”
Yeah right you don’t know much about rap but know that lyric!!!
Dre wants to find a white, female rapper just so he can call her Feminem.
I feel terrible. I forgot about this guy
I feel fine. I just act like I forgot about him.
I hope this film clears up whether Tim Dog can still eat a fat dick or not.