Man, I really hate the aughts. I shouldn’t, I mean, so far the aughts have admittedly been pretty fucking sweet. But then I think back on the 90s and the great music that came out and I become disgusted with the aughts all over again. It’s so funny how we hated songs that were played on the radio incessantly and disregarded them like unwanted side dishes. But now that we are old farts, we revel in nostalgia and cling to anything that reminds us of, or helps us return to, our youth.
Take Mark Morrison, for example. A bloke from London, England, I assume. The brother looked like DMX before we even knew who DMX was. And, for real, for real, nobody here knew he was British. But dammit, he burst on the scene with “Return of the Mack,” and this song jammed. I’m not even sure he had a follow-up single; hell, I don’t even know if he released a proper album. But I do know there was “Return of the Mack.”
Now, I may be wrong, but I think the song’s about a dude who was spurned by some high yellow princess and he disappeared for a while only to return with swag in full effect. He then proceeds to berate the princess, telling her, “You fucked up, and I’m the shit now. Begone, wench.” Again, I could be mistaken, but I think that’s what the song’s about.
And I hear people all the time saying he sampled — or jacked — the beat from Chuckii Booker’s “Games,” another classic, but one from the 80s. I never heard it before, but I can definitely hear it now. Even in the mid-90s, sample clearance wasn’t a major issue. Can we get ’em back? The good ol’ days?
Anyway, enjoy this jam. The video is pretty cool. Standard 90s club shit with a little lovey dovey shit thrown in. While you jam, I’m going to Choice for a cheese and spinach omelet. I’m drunk, I’ve been up all night, and it’s been months since I’ve had a wonderful Choice breakfast.