Music: Chantaje by Shakira & Pussy Control by Prince

First, “Chantaje” (lyrics provided by Genius) by Shakira.

I don’t know how or why Shakira fell off my musical rotation. She has real vocal talent (that is to say, not manufactured) and while Shakira is hot, it’s more than that. She has real spirit in her music: sound, dance, and presentation. One of my favorites is, “Eyes Like Yours” where there definitely exists an embodiment of all those things, not to mention an infectious infusion of Bollywood. I recently went YouTube surfing for new music and then Chantaje comes up. I admit I am confused by the visual direction of the video…at one point I asked myself, ‘What happened to the pig?’ and ‘Why does she spend most of the video dancing in the men’s bathroom?’

[I can know a song inside and out and never have seen the accompanying music video. I like to hear a song as is and not be left with visual impressions that are subject to a director’s vision. But YouTube is a great way to discover new sound for free so…there you go.]

When the beat kicks in at :31 seconds though, my hips start doing their thing because you know, “Hips Don’t Lie.” And dancing in a men’s bathroom or not, Shakira can rock the hell out of those thigh straps.

Second, “Pussy Control” by Prince

I am recommending this song because it was prompted by a question.

I am well aware of Prince, I may not be an aficionado but I can comfortably work my way around the Prince catalogue. I was asked, “What’s your life anthem in song? Not your favorite song but what summarizes your life?” Without doubt or hesitation, “Pussy Control,” by Prince…100%

It’s shocking how you can work so hard towards your own achievements and then comes stumbling in those folks happy to see you fail, or even stand in your way, because they want to impose their own sense of limitations on you. Nah.

And the moral of this motherfucker is
Ladies, make’em act like they know
You are, was, and always will be Pussy Control

Lyrics, Pussy Control (provided by Genius). Album: The Gold Experience

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[Intro: Prince]
Uh, yeah
Uh
Good morning ladies and gentlemen
“What hotel number is she in?”
Boys and motherfucking girls
“319, 319”
“Cool”
This is your captain with no name speaking
And I’m here to rock your world
With a tale that will soon be classic
About a woman you already know
No prostitute she, but the mayor of your brain
Pussy Control
Are you ready?

[Chorus: Prince]
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh

[Verse 1: Prince]
Our story begins in a schoolyard
A little girl skipping rope with her friends
A tisket, a tasket, no lunch in her basket
Just school books for the fight she would be in
One day over this hoodie
She got beat for some clothes and her rep
With her chin up, she scolded “All y’all’s molded
When I’m rich, on your neck I will step”
And step she did to the straight A’s
Then college, the master degree
She hired the heifers that jumped her
And made everyone of them work for free?

No! Why?
So what if my sisters are trifling?
They just don’t know
She said “Mama didn’t tell’em what she told me
‘Girl, you need Pussy Control'”
Are you ready?

[Chorus: Prince]
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh

[Verse 2: Prince]
Pussy got bank in her pockets
Before she got dick in her drawers
If brother didn’t have good and plenty of his own
In love Pussy never did fall
And this fool named Trick want to stick her
Uh, talking more shit than a bit
‘Bout how he going to make Pussy a star
If she come and sing a lick on his hit
Pussy said “Nigga, you crazy if you don’t know
Every woman in the world ain’t a freak
You can go platinum four times
Still couldn’t make what I make in a week
So push up on somebody want to hear that
Cuz this somebody here don’t want to know
Boy, you better act like you understand
When you roll with Pussy Control”
Are you ready?

[Chorus: Prince]
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh

[Verse 3: Prince]
With one more verse to the story
I need another piece of your ear
I want to hip you all to the reason
I’m known as the player of the year
‘Cause I met this girl named Pussy
At the Club International Balls
She was rolling four-deep
Three sisters and a weepy-eyed white girl driving her haul
I pulled up right beside her
And my electric top went down
I said Motherfucker, I know your reputation
And I’m astounded that you’re here
I fear you’re lonely and you want to know
A 12 o’clock straight up nigga
That don’t give a shit that you’re Pussy Control
Well I’m that nigga, at least I want to be
But it’s going to be hard as hell
To keep my mind off a body
That would make every rich man
Want to sell, sell, sell
75, we need another.. 85, 85 here, sold!
Can I tell you what I’m thinking that you already know?
You need a motherfucker that respects your name”
Now say it, Pussy Control
Are you ready?

[Chorus: Prince]
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh

[Spoken Interlude: Prince]
And the moral of this motherfucker is
Ladies, make’em act like they know
You are, was, and always will be Pussy Control
Are you ready?
Peace and be wild
Aaah, Pussy Control
Say what, huh?
Oh
Oh no, don’t you think about calling her a ho
Are you ready?
You juvenile delinquent
Best sit your ass down
Talking about Pussy Control
Huh, can you dig it?

[Outro: Prince]
Aaah, Pussy Control
Are you ready?
Oh
Are you ready?
Aaah, Pussy Control
Are you ready?
Oh
Are you ready?