Strip clubs used to be places where one might go to watch a woman gyrate at a low rate. It was rappers that made stripping a small focal point of a much bigger cultural scenario. The strip club became an essential status symbol and convenient location for all-important transactions of conspicuous consumption. It became a point of origin for rags-to-riches stories like that of Amber Rose, who started her career (we use that term very loosely) at Sue's Rendezvous in Mount Vernon, New York. And, of course, it provided the subject matter for a range of songs, from Nelly's "Tip Drill" to Juicy J's "Bandz A Make Her Dance."
Still, the booty club's most crucial contribution to the culture was one of sonics. By the early 2000s, radio hits were clearly being tested in rooms where the bass frequencies were the only thing more powerful than the aroma of cocoa butter. You can jam Mobb Deep on the F Train and you can bump Dre in a vintage Impala, but you haven't truly experienced rap euphoria until you've heard Project Pat over the speakers at Babes of Babylon in Memphis. Tell them Complex sent you!