Rest in peace O.D.B., aka Old Dirty Bastard, Dirt McGirt, Osirus, Cyrus, Dirt Dogg, Big Baby Jesus, Unique Ason, Joe or Russell Tyrone Jones. He was 35 years old. I like to picture Tom Brokaw reading that line.
I actually have a post in my post queue about my favorite ODB verse. I should have posted it earlier cause now you won’t believe me, but here it is anyway:
From the song Nowhere To Run by DMX featuring Ozzy Osborne and O.D.B.
“ahhh yi yi yi yi
What, mother fucker?
Don’t try to psychology my shit, mother fucker
’cause you’ll never psychology it, mother fucker
Never, never, never, mother fucker, never”
The rest of the lyrics are located here.
Here’s some other good stuff I learned about everybody’s favorite functioning crack head. (well I guess not so much functioning anymore):
- A review of his concert at the Knitting Factory here in New York: “unpredictable, terrible, amazing, hilarious, sad, depressing and miraculous” “It almost reads as a cautionary tale about drug use: ‘ODB was so high and drunk that it seemed like he would pass out any second. For minutes at a time, he just stood in the center of the stage and stared straight ahead to the back of the crowd, not moving or saying anything.’ [via Gothamist]
- When MTV News followed him around at the height of his popularity, he took the camera crew and several of his kids (he was said to have more than a dozen, by numerous mothers) to the welfare office — in a limousine — to get an allotment of food stamps.
And he received them. [via CNN]
- In February 1999, he was the first citizen arrested under a new California law that made wearing a bulletproof vest illegal for convicted felons. [via The Guardian (a really sad interview done when he was in jail)]