The original beat and lyrics from Fat Joe’s Represent album.
The DJ Premier’s version. That is all.
I mean it’s just so vastly superior in every way, yet it’s exactly the same lyrics, the same voice track. But the work in the intro –always does much more than what you think-, the perfect blue tone provided by Primo’s mad sample surgeon skills, the groove from the beat, mixed with Fat Joe’s voice… I don’t know, all of sudden the shit is definitely not a joke anymore.
Somehow –oh wait, maybe it’s because I’m producing music too- but somehow it’s not great to see that the dude talking or the girl singing gets all the credit while the one building the sonic landscape actually IS the true craftsman/craftswoman pumping blood in a song. Always.
For real.