The Game of hate
At least, that's how he plays out on record. On his just-released second album, Doctor's Advocate, he's proudly P.O.M.E. (product of my environment) and pomo, a conscious throwback to the West Coast gangsta rap of the late '80s and early '90s that he loves enough salute with a chest tattoo (his right fist in the picture above obscures much of his "N.W.A." ink). A small part of me wants to stand up and cheer on principle -- I admire someone who goes to pains to preserve the legacy of what they love. ...If I applaud the Game in principle, I find myself practically recoiling in response to so much of what he says. ...
As long as hip-hop, like huge-selling hip-hop (link via Nova), is going to be so backward and not just hateful but matter-of-factly hateful to women, there should be someone pointing it out, screaming and crying bullshit all along the way. In other words: if hip-hop can't get over its hatred of women, why should I have to? So why is no one talking about this?