This song is another real gem (and by real gem, I mean NOT a gem). In the tradition of varying between serious analyzing and joke analyzing, I've decided to tackle Fabolous's popular song about buying women whatever they want (presumably to get them to sleep with you). While the song may attract people with its catchy-ness and popular style, I don't think anyone is really listening to the lyrics. Allow me to show you what I mean...
Song # 7. "Throw it in the Bag" by Fabolous (feat. The Dream).
Fabolous - Throw It In The Bag (YouTube)
[Intro: Fabolous & (The Dream)]
(You already know what it is), We got anotha one boy, (ATL), (Just throw it in the bag), Wassup Brooklyn, wassup son, wassup Fabo, ay, man, i got that black amex wit me, aka that throw it the bag card, yeah!
Talking intro with the Dream and Fabolous, explaining how much they're willing to spend to get laid (they have Black AmEx cards...that means no limit...suckaaaa).
[Verse 1: The-Dream]
Now I know you aint over there starin at my girl
Yea I know you aint over there starin at my girl
Nigga I know you dont call yourself hollarin at my girl
I know you dont call yourself holarin at my girl
i keep hittin tha baton, Louie vuttion
gucci down to her feet, Yup just like me.
Im the one, with them ones.
Fuck the price on the tag
just throw it in the bag.
The dream throws out a short first verse, saying he hopes you aren't staring at his girl (but makes no threats), then, he claims that she rocks the finest things, just like him. The point? I don't know. The dream is a pretty popular RnB singer, but I've always been unimpressed by his random songs and goofy appearances on songs like this.
[Chorus: The-Dream]
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
The main theme of the chorus is uh-huh-ing and telling the girl to throw it in the bag (meaning you can buy whatever you want)...this song is a pure rip off (thematically) of T.I.'s 'Whatever You Like', which, despite being about the same subject matter, is a significantly better song (mainly due to the beat and layout).
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Look at price tags
where they do that at
Heard that in ATL
When im in ATL
Just ask my baby girl
I treat that lady well
He treats his lady well, but other than that I didn't take away anything from these lines...are the price tags in Atlanta (ATL) better or something?
Ain't nothin soso
and i know JD Well
A couple benzs, black white gray C.L.
Got niggas lookin like, did we miss a mercedes sale?
Don't wonda what I do, Just know they pay me well.
They keep that gucci and that louie on my laby l's
Thats the way we feel
Must be nice man
You wit the right man
You aint gotta price scan, or ask how much
He doesn't do so-so, only expensive and awesome. He then name drops (er, initial drops) Jermain Dupri's name (a long time friend/collaborator) before boasting about his (multiple) Mercedes CL's that people notice (and wish they had but can't afford...). He buys Gucci and Louie Vatton because he can, and then he boasts that his girl is clearly with the right guy (because he can spend money on her). This is the whole reason I hate this song. It's continuing the perpetuation of wealth over love, and sex over intimacy. It's turning hip hop into an outlet for commercialism, and it is the worst, most superficial kind.
Now what i look like
Son im from brooklin, what it look like
You get it, cause i got it
I got it, so you get it
Do like Luke say, dont stop get it get it
Mami do the speedie
Daddy do tha duffle
Bag full of chips
We aint talkin ruffles
He drops a hometown call-out, proclaiming he's from Brooklyn, and then asks where else he would be from (as if there's no other cities)...Then he drops a reference to Luke's "I Wanna Rock"...for no apparent reason. Then he drops a couple dances and claims he has many chips (money, not ruffles, as he puts it so eloquently).
[Chorus: The-Dream]
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
See i know what ima tell her
The same thing that the bank robber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag
Thats the way it suppose to be
A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries
Just throw it in the bag
He's saying that to be a real man (altho he doesn't say man), you need to be able to pay for things for a woman. While this may be partially true, and certainly chivalrous, it is also misogynistic, overtly sexist, and only self-applicable. Most artists consider their audience when making records, but Fabolous apparently only considers himself. What is important to him is important to you, as far as I can tell. i do like the teller line, though (and I'm not sure why).
Paper or plastic, its safer to ask it
So dent that nigga, i will pay for the casket
That remy mar got him spittin plenty bars
Broke ass nigga couldnt buy the mini bar
So get with loso
he aint got to know so
Such a gentlemen dozen bottles of that rose mo
Bag reference, followed by a recommendation from Fabolous to dump the poor man and start chilling with Fab. Remy Mar/Mini Bar line showing how Fab lives versus how the people who would listen to his music live is good, but simultaneously fucked up. He also points out you can keep your man, and still hang out with Fabolous. He'd never know AND you'll be treated well. Gentlemen, find your girlfriends. Before Fab does.
Oh you gotta man, well u need a richa one
meet me in the parking lot, the place say get u one
Meet me at the register
Im there on the regular
These niggas price checkin
you can help them in a second
As we proceed to give you what you need
Like we breakin' down the weed
Shorty just throw it in the bag!
You have a man? Why not get a rich one? Well, what if he IS rich, Fabolous? Ugh, then he ends with mediocre lines and metaphors (weed+bag and price checking).
[Chorus: The-Dream]
[Bridge: Fabolous]
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
A repetitive chorus gives way to a repetitive bridge and then goes back to chorus before the song FINALLY ends.
[Chorus: The-Dream]
Anaylsis: In the recent tradition of hip hop, Fabolous has made a commercially viable song, with a convoluted message that also comes complete with its own goofy ass dance.
Fabolous' Moral: Money wins all. Women who are with broke fools, should be with fabolous.
Real Moral: Fuck all of ya'll. Buy my music, make me richer, ensure this song is true. Somewhere, Fabolous is counting his money, and buying some girl's "love".
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