Music Review: Eve "Who's That Girl?"

Eve

Who’s That Girl?

Album: Scorpion

Year: 2001

         Eve has noticed people are paying attention to her in the halfhearted “Who’s That Girl?”

             A bedazzling trumpet opens the single, setting a foppish tone.  The chorus starts the single. People are asking around her, wondering about her. She says she’s new It Girl everyone wants to know. (“Who's that girl?/Eve's that girl/Who's that girl?/Eve's that girl.”)

            She says she is able to captivate people with her rhymes and natural charisma. She maintains a pretty street look. Other people snark on her for going commercial. However, she has fans and sold out tours. She has her own style which others try to copy. It has allowed her to form her own businesses. (“Can I turn you on by my word's spell?/Look into my eyes think I want you, can't tell /Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail /Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell /Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash /Wrist glist now cause I make a gang of cash /Light glance, still street with the do-rag/Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that?/Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out/Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out/Ain't changed game game around me, I run the game/If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change/Like simple, dizzy broads ain't messin' with my mental/Natural born hustlin' bitch check what I've been through/Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine/Exec to my own shit, dawg I ownin' dot coms.”)

          The  chorus is sung again.

          Other female rappers are wary of her. They know she’s real competition. She’s valuable to the rap genre. She’s genuine and speaks her mind. She’s attractive and probably is many teenagers and men’s celebrity crush. She says she will be the blueprint for future female rappers to come.   (“Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve/Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me/Huh, mad cause an image I don't care to be/Realness, real shit, spit reality/Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I/Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life/Breath of fresh air/Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair/Why you listenin’ to other shit?/You got the best here/Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared/Bet you anything you aint ready and you get left there/Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my behavior/Same way they get down I get down for this paper/Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her/Still need to know who I am then cop the record/Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson/Bottom line my world, my way, any questions?”)

          The chorus is sung again.

           Her career comes first. She’s ambitious and willing to do what it takes. She claims to be a bonafide star. She’s going to make a ton of money and get rich from her music. She was raised to make her own way and not be dependent on anyone. She tells her rivals she wasn’t going to be a flash in the pan. They are going to end up eating their words once her record sales are released. She has taken their fans and they have become irrelevant. They now wonder what happened and she tells them reasses their own careers. (“Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch /I'ma get this bank anyway that I do this shit/I was born to shine while most of y'all was borderline bullshit/Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless/Dispose the flow through my hands like water/Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter/Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her/He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her/All ball is played, won't starve today/Song after song I write so I get paid/Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round/Now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down/Make ‘em love me over again and over your name/Betcha they get over your style and over your fame/Why you lookin’ sad at me, I ain't the blame/Back to plan B baby I can feel your pain.”)

             The chorus is sung again to end the single.

           Eve’s ambling  rap barrels along, losing momentum the longer the verses go on. After a while, it seems as though she gives up and starts talking. Despite her boasts, she can’t back up it up.

            The stale “Who’s That Girl?” needs a bucket of spice tossed on it to make it even remotely appetizing.