God-tier street rap powered by weed, vitriol, and G-funk.
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The Chronic is powered in equal parts by weed, vitriol, and G-funk, a West Coast hip-hop subgenre that Dr. Dre had minted by way of optimizing some of the funkiest and most innovative sounds of his adolescence and young adulthood. And atop their rejiggered masterpieces? A crop of then still-bubbling yet incomparably talented MCs who, in that moment, shared an insatiable hunger to make a name for themselves—including, of course, a young Snoop Dogg.
“It felt like tension in the studio. You got Bloods over here and Crips over there. But it added to the creativity.”
The album, named for a high-grade marijuana of its time, contains fiercely competitive posse cuts (“Deeez Nuuuts,” “Stranded on Death Row”), vivid depictions of the lives of young hustlers (“Let Me Ride,” “Nuthin’ But a ‘G’ Thang”), and a handful of ruminations on the perils of street life and also solidarity in the Black community (“Lil’ Ghetto Boy,” “A N***a Witta Gun”). All of which is not to mention a large dose of misogyny (“Bitches Ain’t Shit,” etc.). But The Chronic was then, and is still, everything the legendary Death Row Records would become known (and notorious) for—god-tier street rap and incubator of some of the most memorable talents in rap history.