Why Clipse’s "Hell Hath No Fury" Deserves a Spot Among Hip-Hop’s Greatest Albums
This classic is among the best records of the 2000s.
At the heart of classic gangster films like Scarface and Goodfellas is the rise and fall of men who are all too keen to get high on their own supply. They capitalize on the opportunity to move product and then scale their operation. They acquire a cartoonish amount of money, spend it lavishly, and spend more and more time trying to insulate themselves against their enemies. But, before the inevitable fall from grace kicks into gear, there’s always a crucial moment where the protagonist(s) acknowledge, more or less, what’s coming to them and, in a rare moment of vulnerability, choose to plow ahead with their plans because, in short, they know it’s too late to salvage anything of spiritual meaning.
Beginning in the latter half of the 80s, with pioneers like N.W.A. and Boogie Down Productions, rappers used those well-known narrative beats to make quick, efficient pop culture inroads. Drug rap blossomed into a cinematic juggernaut in the 90s, influencing everything from the Wu-Tang extended universe to Jay-Z’s sterling 1996 debut, Reasonable Doubt. However, the subgenre wouldn’t peak until years later, when two brothers from Virginia Beach named Gene and Terrence Thornton—better known as No Malice and Pusha T, respectively—delivered one of hip-hop’s most impressive and, somehow, despite all the critical praise, under-discussed records, Hell Hath No Fury.
The duo were no strangers to the lifestyle that comes with being in the drug trade. No Malice began selling when he was in junior high school, right around the same time he started rapping. Much like Biggie Smalls, it took time for them to leave the drug world behind for music. Even when they did, after multiple starts and stops that included recording an album for Elektra that was later shelved, the drug life was omnipresent in their writing. At first, it was all about reaping the lifestyle rewards, but quickly, guilt and paranoia set in. “There were things that touched my soul in such a way, even though I was enjoying the spoils, even though I truly enjoyed the spoils, there were things that didn’t sit right with my soul,” No Malice told GQ. “This is really affecting me personally where no one else would know. Like this doesn’t feel right. Something isn’t right. I couldn’t find fulfillment in the comfort that I wanted.”
Admissions like those elevate the characters in Hell Hath No Fury over and above the cardboard cutouts listeners frequently contend with in drug rap tracks. That’s not to say these songs don’t deliver a strong dose of swagger, either. Cuts like “Keys Open Doors” (a clever play on words in the title alone) and “Ride Around Shining” turn the darkly comedic charm to an 11, with Pusha T coming through on the latter with gems like “The Black Martha Stewart/I can show you how to do this/Break down pies to pieces/Make cocaine quiches.” On “Dirty Money,” King Push even manages to say the quiet part out loud: “Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?” Even as he poses the question, you get the sense that any residual luster that would sway his vote to “yes” has long since worn off their criminal enterprise.
That song comes more or less at the midpoint of Hell Hath No Fury, a nice bit of sequencing and pacing that gives the narrative plenty of room to detail the descent into guilt-ridden regret. The double whammy of “Chinese New Year” and “Nightmares” is a vivid, albeit bleak, way to close the record, even though it couldn’t end any other way without sounding emotionally hollow. On the former, Clipse contrasts the jollity surrounding the eponymous holiday with the realities of a drug-related home invasion to create a real sense of dread. In one of the coldest opening lines to any rap verse ever, No Malice lets everyone know he isn’t scared of law enforcement in this scenario. "Let's play cops and robbers,” he says, “and watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martyrs.” Just shiver-inducing stuff. The latter track is arguably the best moment on the LP, serving as a sober, morning-after internal monologue that’s similarly unsparing:
They comin' for me, they runnin' up I'm on my balcony, seein' through the eyes of Tony They say we homies, but I see hatred Do not they know brotherly love is sacred? N**s catch feelings, even contemplate killings When you see millions, there are many chameleons You're not a gunner for real, you're just a runner
On the page, it’s incredible writing, but when you throw the vocals over top of the Neptunes’ exceptional production, you get one of those increasingly rare moments of rap nirvana. Everything fits together perfectly. You could say the same for nearly every instrumental served up by the famed production duo on Hell Hath No Fury. It’s a masterclass in eerie, chilly hip-hop production, adjectives that weren’t typically associated with the Neptunes. Every choice is brilliant but at least slightly off-kilter, like The Lady From Shanghai's broken mirror funhouse ending. Pharrell Williams and Chad Hugo twist steel drums (”What It Do (Wamp Wamp)”), blow out their 808s (”Trill”), and carve out more than a few elegiac moments (like the warped chimes and choir voices on “Keys Open Doors”) that layer the doom-laden mood exceptionally well.
This record was famously released after a four-year hiatus that followed Clipse’s star-making full-length debut, Lord Willin’. Buoyed by the hit single “Grindin’,” another example of how the Neptunes could craft a memorable sonic hook out of disparate parts, that record seemed to signal a bright future for the duo. But it wasn’t to be, at least under the Clipse banner. Their run of excellence fizzled out a few years later with the underwhelming Til the Casket Drops. For a moment, at the height of rap’s second bling era, it looked like they would go down as the best to ever come out of the South.
If we’re still gauging the quality of a rapper’s bars based on how incisive and cold-blooded they are, then Hell Hath No Fury merits a permanent spot on the genre’s lyrical Mount Rushmore.
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Timeless album.
Nightmares is the smoothest paranoia song ever written.
No question one of the greatest of all time! Ain’t Cha also deserves a mention as a thoroughly danceable track when that wasn’t always so common. Almost sounded like NYC in a 70s summer.