It's summertime, and everyone is pairing off and hooking up. Or maybe it just feels that way. Every year around this time, US radio stations broadcast evidence of seasonal flings.
Since 1995 -- when Method Man and Mary J. Blige joined forces to conquer the summer with I'll Be There for You/You're All I Need to Get By -- the thug-love duet has been the gold standard in musical hookups. That same summer the Notorious B.I.G. and his wife, Faith Evans, teamed up for the blockbuster One More Chance (Remix), a more playful tribute to summer love. Instead of pledging himself to Evans, B.I.G. rapped, "Isn't this great?/Your flight leaves at 8/Her flight lands at 9/My game just rewinds."
Two years later B.I.G. was murdered. And in the summer of 1997 Evans mourned him with a different kind of thug-love duet. While the R&B group 112 crooned in the background, Evans traded verses with Sean Combs (then known as Puff Daddy); the result, I'll Be Missing You, was one of the biggest summer hits of all time. From lightweight singalongs (Kelly Rowland and Nelly, Dilemma, summer 2002) to heavyweight club workouts (Beyonce and Jay-Z, Crazy in Love, summer 2003), thug-love duets always seem to rise to the top when the weather gets warm. Mariah Carey ruled last summer with We Belong Together, but it didn't really feel like a summer classic until she enlisted Jadakiss and Styles P for the remix.
No surprise, then, that this summer brings a wild array of contenders, upholding or overturning thug-love precedent. The charts are full of couples: Some make rash promises, some trade boasts, some simply flirt. One performer has found a way to record a thug-love duet without any help; at the other end of the spectrum is a group effort starring one woman and no fewer than 14 men. And the leading odd couple is the union of the Colombian pop star Shakira and the Haitian-American hip-hop veteran Wyclef Jean; the product of their union, Hips Don't Lie, is as joyful and as absurd a hit as we're likely to hear all season.
It wasn't so long ago that the thug-love duet seemed like an endangered species. The Grammy Awards starting recognizing the best "rap/sung collaboration" in 2002 -- an ominous sign. (Once the statuette shows up, that often means the party's over.) And when 50 Cent's taunts derailed the thug-love specialist Ja Rule, the golden age seemed to be over.
Perhaps to dissociate himself from Ja Rule, 50 Cent instituted an unspoken men-only rule: Not a single female performer is listed in the credits for his 2003 album, Get Rich or Die Tryin'. So let's hear it for Busta Rhymes, a hip-hop veteran and, evidently, a thug-love traditionalist. His I Love My Chick is a shamelessly formulaic hip-hop duet: He growls, "I love my chick," and his partner replies in kind, using a familiar racial epithet. (In the recording his partner is Kelis; in the big-budget music video, which is based on the movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Gabrielle Union lip-syncs those words.)
Will.i.am, from the Black Eyed Peas, serves as chaperon, singing a second refrain. He paraphrases Elizabeth Barrett Browning, singing "Let me sit back and count the ways." And then Busta, in response, lists three: all the same, and all unprintable.
If you're wondering what happened to chivalry, well, so is Nelly Furtado. Promiscuous, co-starring the producer Timbaland, vaulted into the US Top 10 last week; Furtado neatly summarizes the thug-love ethos (and mocks it) when she coos, "Chivalry is dead/But you're still kinda cute."
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