As you may have heard, Shot 97’s Miss Jones has been handed her pink slip.
Finally!!!
Now I have been following Miss Jones’ career since she stepped out on the scene with Doug E Fresh and Ron G with hood single “Don’t Front” {black and white video, MJ stomping through the hood biting off Mary’s swagger – cropped jacket with a full bodysuit}. She then lost a chunk of weight and brought her sexxxy back with “Where I want to be boy” {to the uptown crew, nuff respect}. She even grace the classic AZ joint “SugaHill” quite lovely with superb vocals. And finally, she guest-spotted Biggie’s Classic Video “One More Chance” – where anybody who was anybody during the Golden Era of Hip-Hop was there {Jonesy rocked the FUBU hockey jersey and black ponytail with cascading curls}.
And then, she was on the radio – blessing Hot 97, when it used to be hot, Sunday Mornings early, like 8-11, or something like that. She used to beg for people to call her up because everyone was drunk asleep from partying the night before. My cousin and I used to call her up and ask questions about her album and getting into the industry. She didn’t even know we were still in Jr. High School, too young for grown folk parties but we wished were there.
Eventually, people started catching on to her show and she stopped taking long phone calls but we were happy for her. She left all of a sudden and we heard through the grapevine {wendy williams} she was in philly doing sister station radio, Power 99.
One day, years later, I am hearing her voice on the radio again with Ed Lover and Dr. Dre with Miss Jones in the morning. I was content to hear her voice again, always giving the feminist view. But I was as faithful.
Later I heard her again. This time with another man’s voice – who was so abrupt and yet commanding {Star} that I was compelled to hear what he had to say. Her force with his brash seemed like the perfect sweet and sour. I made it a point to listen. But after a while, I can feel through the airwaves that she wasn’t 100% down for the Star and Bucwild team. The truth was she wasn’t – so they replaced her with Prozac Girl.
I followed Star to his new station and even took notice of Miss Info, Miss Jones’ rival (though she didn’t say this, I assume this – I hear it in her voice dammit). Miss Jones bragged about her friendship with Wendy Williams but out of nowhere it turned sour. I rooted for Wendy because Miss Jones was getting out of hand.
When Hip-Hop changed, radio and their personalities changed with it. Miss Jones included. She didn’t miss an opportunity to “stab someone in the back” when issued her own show, for ratings sake. Miss Jones, who refused to ride with Star’s inappropriate take on the death of Aaliyah, became vicious and conniving, joking and teasing the victims of the Tsunami. She hung up on other artists and ridiculed others’, let alone their parents. She became her very own enemy.
As Hip-Hop downgraded, Miss Jones plunged too. Her ethics and mannerisms were superficial. Shame to hear from such a college educated girl. She taunted NEW YORK for her baffoonery, but she, herself, was much of a joke as well. She lacked accurate reporting and when she couldn’t deliver,she would conjure things up just to make due. I am certain her shucking and jiving had more to do with the radio station than her herself. They probably paid her well to be a coon. And at the end of the day {like Lil Kim would say} they cooned her out, compromised her and spit her back to the unemployment line of where she came from a little over 10 years ago.
I can believe she didn’t see it coming… Didn’t she watch Brown Sugar? Didn’t she catch a hint when her counterparts like Ed Lover, Star and Wendy. Whatever happened to Sunny? Anywho, she should have consulted her 97.1 counterparts who have radio shows on Sirius Radio and Mtv… Hello – can you spell progress, my sistah Syracuse grad?
No! You can’t because you would rather follow in the footprints of everyone else {just like your singing career} and do a tell-all book about you spreading your legs to rappers and ball players with wives. You would rather ish on Beyonce for trying to act like she has virtues while yours wither away with age and your diet {note: B.K. Carter HAS an explosive singing career and you just remake her songs for comedic purposes}.
Oh well… I guess its another lesson – reap what you sow.
