Remember when the world lost its shit when “WAP” dropped? Cardi B and Megan thee Stallion dropped on the head of the public a song about the effects of Chernobyl on the universe and our air quality and not only did Republicans lose their shit (assuming they had it), men in general wondered what right they have using their lips for anything but REDACTED. It seems like when female rappers come out to lay their bars on the line, people least expect or care for bars where the bejeweled vajayjay (be it an expression of womanhood or just bare vaj) is front and center stage. You see memes about it all the time. All I have to say is that if that seems to be a deal breaker to you surrounding lady spitters, God help you when you come across Glitter Moneyyy, a duo whose music is not just aggressively feminist but gleefully sex positive. They have a slow jam name “SCD” (suction-cup dildo), for fucks sake.
The Chicago twosome return for some more fun with Intrusive Thots, and it is nothing but turnup bangers for both clubs, facesitting sessions and any local protest you go to. Think Riot Grrrl after a strict diet of Three 6 Mafia, Waka Flocka Flame with a lil CupcakKe in the iPod, but with the balls to open up their album with a line like “motherfuck your word of mouth, bitch/we want that ass to mouth.”
That song, by the way, is “Queen Sized Coffin”, which finds rappers Queen Trashley and Tayslayyy pointing a middle finger towards any possibility of death (be it through male incompetence or global warming fuckups) and carrying on a destruction of your oppressive norms, your ego and your sexual confidence. The last one is highlighted with “Boomerang,” a single chewing out men with possession issues that don’t seem to match their sexual prowess. (As of now, this very song is being offered on Bandcamp to be performed after they help you break up with your boyfriend for the cost of a 64GB USB drive.) Most rappers say very often, as if it were an initiation, that they “don’t give a fuck,” but if they offer to gleefully diss your old man, you cannot get more glaring evidence.
They aren’t too careless to not reach a more vulnerable side, though. Among pro-weed party songs (“Smoke Until You Die”, “Lucky Charms”) and ruthless anthems like “Spit,” “Save a Wretch (Like Me)” balances enough crunk energy with relatable words of anxiety and self-esteem issues to guarantee those relating will be singing each word back to them.
Under 30 minutes, Glitter Moneyyy snarls and roars their way through a rap album that stands for women living in society’s most toxic slabs of shit and dares any patriarchal power that be to stop them. And manages to do it in the amount of time that allows them to not overstay their welcome. If this album proves anything, it’s that people who were somehow shocked by “WAP” back in 2020 should be lucky to not have to survive the wrath of Glitter Moneyyy. But if stars align, the shock to the system (choose one) would be what it needs.
