Why the First 36 Seconds of “Hustlin'” by Rick Ross are the best 36 Seconds in Music History
I’ve heard the opening of Hustlin’ by Rick Ross over 46,000 times in my life (guesstimation) and it NEVER gets old. I’ve been listening to music ever since the iPod came out and no other song gets my blood flowing more. If you haven’t heard it before, listen to it right now below. After the first 36 seconds, Ricky Rozay starts cursing like a sailor so be warned.
I know it might seem ridiculous for me to claim that the opening to this song is the best 36 consecutive seconds in music history, but I’m dead serious. You could hook me up to a lie detector and I swear when you asked me if this is the best 36 seconds of music ever, I would say “yes” and that line would be straight as an arrow. The only stretches of seconds in music history that can compete are:
(1) The 0:31 mark to 0:53 mark of Killing In The Name by Rage Against the Machine
(2) The 4:00 mark to 5:55 mark of “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen
(3) The first 30 seconds of “The Next Episode” by Dr. Dre ft. Snoop
(4) Basically all of “Int’l Players Anthem” by UGK ft. Outkast
(5) The fist 1:07 of “Public Service Announcement” by Jay-Z
(6) The first minute of “You Can Call Me Al” by Paul Simon
But, I digress. Back to Hustlin’, I don’t want to diminish the rest of the song, but the first 36 seconds are so damn good that it almost ruins the rest of the song. The rest of the song can’t even compete with the first 36 seconds, no other man-made sound ever made on earth can compete. Ross mentions that he personally knows Manuel Noriega in this song and that the former military dictator of Panama owes him “a hundred favors,” and even that gets swept under the rug by the opening of this song. There’s just something about that voice and how they mixed the phrase perfectly, it induces hard work.
I wish I could explain this better than Katt Williams did, but I can’t, here are his thoughts on Hustlin’:
“Let’s play that and see if we can catch the Holy Spirit this evening.” Hahaha
It’s the GOAT, it kills everything else dead. It murders all other sounds in cold blood. Rick Ross should close this song down for a day like Chipotle because this song is so dangerous. This would be my walk-up song if I was in the bigs and it is my workout song, my dishwashing song, my driving song, my laundry song, my shower song, my writing song, my everything song.
I can’t wait to play this for my first born (not a guarantee that I reproduce, but let’s think hypothetically here). This will be the first song he/she ever hears, one day when he/she is relaxing on the beach with his/her own family after I’m dead, a repressed memory will pop up in a moment of extreme relaxation and he/she will think “Holy shit, Hustlin’ by Rick Ross is the first song I ever heard,” and I will smile down from above as it begins to violently rain.