To be the man, you gotta beat the man.
It’s not enough to triumph over an adversary, you gotta put a shoe on him in a manner that’s sufficiently brutal so as to demonstrate to the judges, and the audience, that you’re the superior competitor.
I can only assume that’s what was going through Straight Drop’s head when he decided to pop a cap in Young Dolph’s ass outside a bakery and flee the scene in a white Corvette, possibly with a box of delicious, still-warm cookies in tow.
Straight Drop, if you’re not familiar, is an up-and-coming rapper from Memphis—I’ve been a fan of his work for years—who’s been implicated in the murder of Young Dolph. He may or may not have been one of Dolph’s weed carriers. Er, baked goods carriers.
Tariq Nasheed, who I get my information from, describes the relationship dynamic between Dolph and Drop as being similar to the relationship between Nipsey Hussle and Shitty Cuz.
Shitty Cuz, you’ll recall, was a guy who got bufued in prison so often that he was incontinent. Hence the name. He used to hang around Nipsey’s store, and he may have been envious of Nipsey’s burgeoning career in real estate.
One day, Nipsey told him he couldn’t hang around there, because he was a known police informant, so Shitty Cuz popped a cap in Nipsey’s ass, ran off and attempted to hide out in a mental institution where he’d once been a patient.
Many suspect that Shitty Cuz was a government agent, and that Nipsey’s assassination was part of a larger scheme to prevent black men from pursuing successful careers in real estate.
Young Dolph was said to own 100 houses in the Memphis area, which I’m sure, collectively, were worth upwards of $400,000. How odd that he should die under similar circumstances as Nipsey Hussle.
Granted, a rapper is shot and killed on most days of the week ending with the letter y. Part of it is that any black guy under the age of 56 can be considered a rapper in a sense. But I suspect that the vast majority of them do in fact have a Soundcloud.
Maybe a week ago, the police in Memphis announced that Straight Drop was a suspect in Young Dolph’s murder. Shortly thereafter, Drop took to Instagram to announce that he was innocent, that he planned to turn himself in to the police this past Monday and that he had a new song coming out.
I was excited to hear that he had a new song coming out, both as a fan and because I figured it might be a song in which, with indisputably sound reasoning, he explained how he couldn’t possibly have popped a cap in Young Dolph’s ass outside a bakery, including the fact that he simply has too much respect for cookies.
Turns out, it’s just a song in which he talks about how he’s a badass and he shoots people, both of which are undeniable. In the video, he stands in front of a car (not the white Corvette), clutching a handful of money that appears to be an amount in the single-digit thousands.
Maybe that’s the most they’d let him take out of the bank at one time.
Monday came and went with no Straight Drop at the police station in Memphis. He may have needed more time to gather evidence to prove, conclusively, that he’d never violate the sanctity of a bakery. He’s since been apprehended in Indiana, of all places, which I don’t think has very many black people. (He might have considered East St. Louis, IL.)
He’ll have the odds stacked against him in court. They might try to pull that shit where they try to claim that he shoots people just because he has a song about how he shoots people.
Arguably, the fact that he said he didn’t do it ought to count for something. In hip-hop, where authenticity is key, admitting to not having committed a crime can be career suicide. It just goes to show how dedicated he is. I mean, if it wasn’t already clear.
Take it easy on yourself,