Bitch Better Have My Money
Don’t forget to pay Rihanna back in the unbalanced “Bitch Better Have My Money.”
Calm synths open the single, setting a psychotic tone. She checks her email. Her friend says she won’t get paid until next Friday. She’ll try to give her what her has. Rihanna puts her phone down and starts to rant. She knows her friend is trying to trying to get out of it. She has asked her a DOZEN TIMES AND NOTHING! WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS? She says she makes an athlete’s salary look meager. No one messes with her and gets away with it. (“Bitch better have my money!/Y'all should know me well enough/Bitch better have my money!/Please don't call me on my bluff/Pay me what you owe me/Ballin' bigger than LeBron/Bitch, give me your money/Who y'all think y'all frontin' on?/Like bra, bra, bra.”)
In the chorus, she says she lives like royalty. People order her drinks because they know who she is. One of her guy friends recently borrowed her expensive car to impress everyone. Playing dumb isn’t going to help them. (“Louis XIII and it's all on me, ***** you just bought a shot/Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top/Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car/Don't act like you forgot, I call the shots, shots, shots/Like bra, bra, bra/Pay me what you owe me, don't act like you forgot.”)
In the chorus, she demands to get to be paid back. (“Bitch better have my money!/Bitch better have my money!/Pay me what you owe me/Bitch better have my (bitch better have my)/Bitch better have my (bitch better have my)/Bitch better have my money!”)
In the chorus, she says the clubs play her music frequently. It’s every song once they know she’s there. She’s an international superstar. She can do whatever she wants. (“Turn up to Rihanna while the whole club fuckin' wasted/Every time I drive by, I'm the only thing you're playin'/In a drop top, doin' hundred, y'all in my rearview mirror racin'/Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?/Like bra, bra, bra.”)
The pre-chorus is sung again.
The chorus is sung twice.
A variation of the chorus ends the single. (“Bitch better have my money!/Bitch better have my money!/Bitch, bitch, bitch better have my money!/Yo, that bitch better have my money!/Hold up/My money!/Yo, my money!/That bitch better have my money!/Bitch better have my money!”
Rihanna becomes the sexy loan shark. Or tries to, anyway. Also, she’s not the least bit intimidating It’s like someone took her pom-pons, not something from her bank account. It’s hard to take bitch as misognystic. It’s used to much becomes comedic. Rihanna can be tough (the entirety of the Rated R album) but here she takes the softer route. But seriously, the drama is addicting. Hurry, someone save me a spot. I totally want to see what happens.
The cuckoo “Bitch Better Have My Money” is absolutely ridicilous and overdramatic, popcorn should be sold with it.