
The year was 1988, and a 17 year old me was living in suburban south Florida. A friend of mine played me a record called Straight Outta Compton by a young rapping group from Los Angeles called provocatively enough, Niggaz With Attitude. It was the angriest, most unapologetically violent record I had ever heard, and this includes anything by Negative Approach. As a white guy, it made me a bit uneasy. I had to have it. I headed down to Sears department store and crammed the CD into my pants, I wasn't really into paying for shit back then. But the last laugh was on Sears, when I got home and put it on it was not the same record I had heard the day before. Upon closer inspection I realized that I had boosted the "clean version" devoid of expletives, Nigga Titties Damn! These Niggaz had considerably less attitude, and I wasn't having it. Worse than non-alcoholic beer, or meatless sausage, a clean NWA is without merit or use.
I wonder if San Francisco based artist/typographer, Evan Roth had a similar experience as a youth. Perhaps this is why he edited NWA's classic, as well as Eazy E's Eazy Does It album down to ONLY it's explicit content. Whatever the reason, it more than makes up for my disappointment some 21 years ago. So here it is all the damns, niggas, titties, ho's, fucks, asses, dicks, pussies, shits, motherfuckers, and bitches without all the other cumbersome nouns, adjectives, verbs, articles and other motherfucking parts of speech getting all up in yo' shit. I would love to hear this being bumped from some lowrider with huge speakers in East Oakland, that would fucking rule. That would be all like Nigga Titties Daaaaaamn!