April 26, 2007 | Tags: none
A few days ago CBS’
60 Minutes ran a piece on the “stop snitching” phenomenon, and I should have known something was up when washed-up ass Tyson Beckford was shown in the first 30 seconds advising against the shit. I assume he’s still pickle-faced since Wendy Williams outed him and Derek Jeter on the radio a year or so back, but whatever.
If you missed it, you can watch the piece
here.
Anyways, the central theme of the entire segment seemed to revolve around the so-called “code of ethics,” the unwritten creed that represents a rapper’s all-too-important street credibility, and it’s those same principles that caused hip-hop’s Lyle Alzado himself, Busta Rhymes, to not talk to police, even though he watched his bottom bitch Israel Ramirez get sent to the pearly gates. And who better to reinforce the ideals than the Pink Ranger, Cam’Ron, who stated it would be bad for business if he were to talk to police.
I understand that snitching could have a detrimental affect on the two rappers’ record sales. But both of their most recent releases went double rubber tree wood, so what do they have to lose?
The piece then wraps up with a couple teenagers talking about how snitching of all things is another crime in the community, comparable to rape and murder. In this blogger’s opinion, the real crime was CBS giving these
window lickers camera time to idiotically explain how, even though they’ve witnessed a crime firsthand, they still wouldn’t talk to cops.
At the risk of having the remainder of my “street cred pass” revoked (but let’s face it, I’ve already been labeled by the Stan’Rons on this site as a racist homosexual, so it’s not like I actually give three-fifths of a shit), the entire “stop snitching” trend is a bunch of bullshit... to an extent.
I don't think anybody should run to the cops out of spite for a person. It’s one thing to tattle on someone out of jealousy for the guy. There’s been plenty of times I was afflicted the Green-Eyed Bandit disease (extra no homo Erick Sermon) when I saw or heard of people around my neighborhood were living a better (albeit sometimes illegal) lifestyle, but that wasn’t grounds for me to run to the Bacon Battalion, nor have I ever done such a thing. If anything, their “success” encouraged me to work harder at my own legal craft. However, to answer Anderson Cooper’s question, if a serial killer lived next door to my loved ones, I’m not afraid to go to the cops. My mother’s safety is more important than my own foolish pride.
By now most of the e-thugs on this site are probably furiously typing away at their keyboards, writing anything from a Negroid monkey to a (you guessed it!) snitch in the comments section, which I find hilariously asinine. I mean, not only have Busta and Cam talked to cops on more than one occasion, but after Curtis got sporked inside that studio by Murder Inc.'s Crack Child of all people, he filed an order of protection, which leads me to believe that the entire “Stop Snitchin’” campaign is full of shit. And if anyone out there believes that their hood reputation trumps his or her family’s well being, I suggest you question your own manhood.
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