Producer: Dr. Dre
Album: The Chronic
Label: Death Row, Interscope, Priority
Chris Rock once said he preferred Doggystyle to The Chronic, because, while the latter album was sonically impeccable, "It's hard to drive around singing songs about 'Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick.'" Actually, that's not true. This song is such a contagion that after only a few listens millions of people had memorized jimmy jokes that Tim Dog's mother might not have liked.
It's as though Dre bored a hole in the collective psyche with the bassline from Funkadelic's "(Not Just) Knee Deep"—decelerated just enough to make it malevolent—and then filled it with schoolyard taunts about his enemies. This is one of those songs where it could so easily not work—it's about Snoop putting his wang through the hole in Uncle Luke's teeth—but there was such freshness in Dre's music and such frisson in his newfound partnership with Snoop that everyone but Chris Rock forgot that it's anatomically impossible to put one's nuts on another man's tonsils.