#Dr Dre

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i present this to the hivemind community because surely you guys can

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haircut - b. rabbit

hairdresser!fem!y/n x jimmy

masterlist

synopsis: Jimmy goes to take Lily to get a haircut.

A/N: hey guys! ik it's been a while. sorry!! but thought this was cute.

Another morning at the salon; at least it wasn’t busy. Y/N looked over her schedule once again. Two trims and one cut and color. Simple enough. She turned her back to the front door, going into the back to make herself a quick cup of coffee. While she waited for her drink, she looked over the magazines her boss insisted on keeping in the waiting area. She looked through the assortment of articles. Nothing really caught her eye, but it was enough to keep her distracted while she waited for her first appointment of the day, which should have been arriving within the next 20 minutes. 

After she finished the elderly woman’s trim, she charged her and walked her to the door. First task done. She then waited another two hours for her next trim. During those two hours, she really exerted herself trying to find something to do. She had some snacks, watched a TV show on her phone, read some more magazines, and eventually found herself dozing off on one of the salon chairs. 

She groaned as she heard the familiar notes of the doorbell ringing. Y/N opened the door for the woman, leading her to the chair she just napped in. Snip, snip, snip. She cut her customer’s hair expertly, leaving it looking fresh. 

Once again, she had a wait, this one being four hours. This time, she heard the doorbell, but only an hour had passed. Y/N stood up to go greet whomever was at the door. She opened the door to see a tall and pale man. Somewhere near her age, she guessed. Brown hair and bright blue eyes. She caught herself staring, and quickly opened her mouth to diffuse the awkwardness. 

-Um, hey! How can I help you?

Just as she spoke, a little girl revealed herself from behind the man. She was visibly anxious, gripping onto the man’s shirt. She had beautiful blonde hair and a cute little face. Y/N smiled down at the girl and in return received a wry grin. 

-Hey, um, I was wondering if you could give her hair a trim? I don’t know if you take walk-ins but I thought she needed a cut. 

Y/N smiled happily and opened the door a little wider to let them into the salon area. 

-Yeah, sure! You’re lucky I have a free for the next few hours.

The man smiled at Y/N and urged the little girl to follow her. Hesitantly, she stepped forward.

-Hey, sweetheart! What’s your name?

Y/N kneeled to reach the girl’s height.

-Lily.

She muttered, barely above a whisper. Y/N smiled and led her to the wash station, which had a pillow or two on it so Lily could reach the bowl. 

-I’m Jimmy, by the way. 

-Y/N. 

They exchanged some quick glances and sweet smiles. Y/N then washed Lily’s hair while asking her some questions to try and get her to open up. 

-So, what’s your favorite color? 

-Pink!

-Mine’s pink too! That’s so cool.

Lily giggled at this while Jimmy watched lovingly from a chair a bit farther away. Y/N then brought Lily over to her chair and asked her what she wanted for her hair. Lily had fairly long hair, so there were quite a few possibilities. Jimmy walked over and showed Y/N a photo from a magazine.

-Lily said she wanted this.

Lily smiled up at them, excited for her new haircut. It was simple enough, some layers, cute little bangs and some face-framing pieces. Y/N got to work, snipping and cutting away. Then she blow-dried Lily’s hair and asked if they needed anything else. Y/N was bored, so she pulled Jimmy aside and told him she could throw in a mani-pedi, on the house, since she had a lot of free time and with how tiny Lily was, not a lot of materials would be used.

Jimmy agreed quickly, anything to please his girl.

-Hey, Lily, wanna get your nails done?

-Yes, please!

Y/N giggled at their interaction. It was too cute how they spoke to one another. She brought Lily over to the little spa area and got to work painting her nails with a bright and glittery pink polish. Once she was done, she brought Lily back to Jimmy. 

-How much? 

-Eh, 5.

Jimmy lit up, the price wasn’t bad. He quickly brought out a five-dollar bill and handed it to Y/N.

-Thanks a lot, she really loves it.

-Anytime!

They grinned at each other once again, Lily hugging Y/N’s leg before leaving.

-Bye!

Lily called out.

-See ya sweetheart!

[kendricksvevo]

Sometimes you gotta Pop Out

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Mary J. Blige - Family Affair 2001

"Family Affair" is a song by American singer and actress Mary J. Blige. It was written by Blige, her brother Bruce Miller, Camara Kambon, Michael Elizondo, and producer Dr. Dre for her fifth studio album, No More Drama (2001).

The song topped the Billboard Hot 100 for six weeks, becoming Blige's first Hot 100 number one single. It was the 12th-biggest song of the 2000s decade in the US and the 99th-biggest song of all-time in the country as of 2018. It reached number one in France and the top 10 in 14 additional countries across Europe and Oceania, peaking at number two on the Eurochart Hot 100. In 2022, Blige performed the song at the Super Bowl LVI halftime show.

As for her acting career, tumblr might know her best as Cha-Cha on the first season of the Netflix series The Umbrella Academy.

"Family Affair" received a total of 86,1% yes votes! Previous Mary J. Blige polls: #62 "As".

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Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Ice Cube, Eminem and Britney Spears in 1999

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Dr. Dre released his solo debut album The Chronic December 15, 1992

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California Love Part II

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Family Matters | Dr. Dre & Eminem for Vibe Magazine September 2000

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*NEW* Eminem in promotional for Snoop Dogg and Dr Dre's album, "Missionary'.

[weclassybouquetfun]

A successful transfer of Olympics power courtesy of H.E.R, Yseult, Tom Cruise, Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre.

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If your getting into Kendrick through the beef let me tell you he has such a wonderful body of work that will make you think and if you wanna understand the background of the beef itself listen to it aswell at least gkmc on. If you like Kendrick’s music and want more go back to dr Dre, snoop dogg, 2pac, Nate dogg, or to more modern west coast stuff like odd future, and Vince staples. If your rocking with the west coast stuff try some stuff from the east coast, Midwest, or south. I’m talking Jay-z, Nas, Joey Badass, KRS-One, Wu Tang, Redman, Eminem, chief keef, common, OutKast, dungeon family, three 6 mafia, future, Wayne, young thug, and so on, i kings realised I was just listing rappers so I’m not making it seem like an approachable genre, it’s the biggest genre in the world, throw on TA13OO by Denzel curry it’s probably approachable, idk where I’m going with this anymore

[confiaenanaa]

Can I request an angsty one where the reader and Marshall/Em/Slim (whichever you prefer) they have an argument and at one point he tells her he doesn't need her, he can have whoever he wants and they won't complain about anything like she does. And obviously she feels hurt bc it's always been an insecurity of hers that he could have anyone. And he just confirmed her fear. Hopefully with a happy ending tho🙏🏻❤️ please and thank you! Sorry it's so long lol.

needed - eminem

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

masterlist

synopsis: Marshall says he doesn't need her, but what does he do when he doesn't have her?

warnings: cursing, drinking

A/N: loved this request! very fun to write. if you guys want anything written, my asks are open. hope you enjoy!

-Fuck you! 

-Oh, piss off!

Shouts could be heard from the Mathers residence that night. Y/N and Marshall were arguing over something stupid, again. They seemed to be having these arguments more and more often these days. This time, however, they were arguing over Marshall’s lack of communication. He’d have a bad day, be rude to Y/N, and when she’d ask what was wrong he’d blow up at her without telling her what bothered him. Today it seemed like he’d had an extra bad day. 

…

He got home from the studio later than usual. Y/N was reasonably worried, and when she called, he wouldn’t answer. So, once he got home, she asked him a ton of questions; questions like “where were you?” “what happened?” “are you alright?”. This angered him to no end since he hates explaining himself to people.

He refused to answer questions. Y/N knew he’d probably just had a rough day so she decided to make him his favorite home-cooked meal and some hot cocoa and treat him to a lovely night at home. But, when she brought him his food and drink, he just told her he wasn’t hungry, even after seeing all the effort she was putting in for him. 

That’s when something inside of her just snapped. She set the plate and mug on the table fecklessly, spilling some cocoa in the process. Marshall seemed a bit startled, knowing Y/N doesn’t usually throw fits like this and she usually keeps her temper in check. 

-God, Marsh! Would it kill you to at least give me a thank you? I’ve tried so hard to find out what’s wrong, and you won’t tell me! What happened to me being your #1 and your best friend? And come on! Look at this meal I made for you! Can’t you see how badly I want you to let me help you? 

-Fuck! I’m sorry I’m not living up to your boyfriend standards, Y/N! But, clearly, I had a rough day so just drop it! 

-You know what Marshall? I have bad days too! But you don’t see me bitching about it and acting like a little kid every time something doesn’t go my way! And even when I do feel upset, I tell you what’s wrong! Because I actually care about your feelings and I wouldn’t want you to worry!

- Oh, so, now I don’t care?! All I ever do is care about you Y/N! I write songs about you, I buy you everything you look at to make you happy, not to mention I make you feel pretty damn good!

- It’s not about that Marsh! God, are you even listening to me?! I don’t care that you’re upset, or that you’re in a bad mood or feeling mean; I just want you to tell me! I want you to communicate with me! I want us to work through our problems calmly, without me having to shout to get your attention!

-You always say that, but you never actually do it! Whenever you’re upset you just stay quiet! So don’t go telling me how to deal with my problems because you sure as hell don’t know how to deal with yours!

-Fuck you!

-Oh, piss off!

-Fuck, Marsh! This isn’t about me! We can work through what I do, but you seriously need to stop! 

-Stop it, Y/N! Stop already! If everything I do is so terrible and wrong, then why not just break up with me already? 

-Because I love you! I care so much about you and I just wish you could see it.

-You’re just saying that because you know I don’t need your ass. You know I can get with whoever the hell I want and they won't criticize me or complain about everything I do half as much as you do!

Y/N stayed silent for a bit. Her heart dropped and she could feel the lump develop in her throat. All this time she was with Marshall, she’d had her insecurities. But, he helped her work through them slowly. He helped her make sure she knew he’d never hurt her like that.

But, now, all that hard work was out the window. With those simple words. The tears began to prick her eyes and she looked down at the floor to try and conceal it. She felt like a little girl being yelled at. She felt helpless, and small. The man who was supposed to love her the most, to protect her, had failed her. He made her feel alone.

Marshall instantly felt a wave of regret wash over him. He felt it surge from his mind up to the tips of his ears down to the points of his toes. He looked at the girl he loves, knowing how badly he just hurt her. He opened his mouth to apologize, knowing he’d gone too far and he didn’t mean it; but, before he could, she had walked past him and into their bedroom. He quickly turned on his heels to follow her. 

Y/N was grabbing a few of her things: a hoodie, her phone charger, some gum, her earbuds, and some shoes. He once again tried to apologize but she wouldn’t hear it. He followed her all the way down to the garage and watched as she hopped in her car and sped off. He wasn’t sure where she was going, and, to be honest, neither was she. 

She hated herself for complaining and she hated him for being so mean to her. But, deep down, she knew she loved him more than anything and everything. She gripped her steering wheel harder, and turned up the volume of the song she was listening to. 

She pulled into the parking lot for some random bar she heard of from one of her friends. Her friend said it was the best place to go if you’re feeling sad or having a rough night. 

When she walked in, the bar looked exactly how she felt. It was dimly lit, the room reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke. There were barely enough people to call a crowd in there, all sitting far apart with a drink in hand. Everyone looked glum in there, so she’d blend right in. She sat at the bar and ordered herself a few shots of rum. She downed them quickly, not feeling much different. She then ordered herself a vodka, which she kept refilling until the bartender just gave her the bottle. 

She kept feeling her phone buzz in her pocket. She assumed it was Marshall. She didn’t really want to respond, but she still looked, just in case. It was actually a text from her best friend asking what happened. Of course. Marshall texted her friend to see if Y/N was okay (since she usually goes to her best friend in times of need). Y/N decided not to answer, she was in more of a “fuck the world” kind of mood.

She set her phone down on the counter, finally feeling the effects of the alcohol. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get home or if she was going to get home at all. Before she could continue that thought, she saw a series of texts, making her phone buzz repeatedly. 

The contact name read “marsh :)”. She truly didn’t want to speak to him at the moment. She wasn’t sure why what he said affected her this way, but it did, and he knew that. She knew she was probably just being sensitive, but she couldn’t help but feel attacked. 

She looked at her phone again and saw Marshall’s concerned text chain.

“hello?”

“babyyy??”

“look baby i’m so sorry i know i messed up big time. please call me back so i can fix this.”

She didn’t bother reading the rest. She got more texts from him and her best friend. They seemed really concerned now. It was unlike Y/N, not answering the phone. It was cold, far too cold for someone of her character. However, Y/N wasn’t in the mood or the headspace to care about her character. She was too busy trying to keep her head upright as her vision blurred a bit from the effects of the white russian she was creating in her stomach at the moment. From that point forward, she couldn’t really recollect anything that had happened. The next thing she knew, she felt a pair of strong arms lifting her up by the waist and into their arms bridal-style. 

…

The next day, Y/N woke up in her bed alongside a snoring Marshall that had his arms wrapped around her tightly. She slowly shimmied out of his embrace, head beginning to pound when she stood up. She went downstairs and sat at the kitchen table with a small tonic for hangovers in hand. 

As she was washing the cup she was just using, Y/N heard a set of booming footsteps as they pounded against the wooden staircase. She turned around to look at Marshall. He looked incredible. His hair was a bit tousled and his eyes and lips were puffy. He came down and approached her without a second thought. The first thing he did was put his lips against hers. The kiss was warm, brilliant. 

Y/N crumpled under his touch. He pulled back and smiled slightly at her. His heart grew seeing her in front of him. He smiled even wider when he saw her smile back; however, he knew he wasn’t forgiven just yet. 

-Wait, look, I gotcha something.

He quickly walked into the living room and grabbed a small box and turned to the kitchen.

-I bought this a while ago. I wanted to give it to you somewhere better but this seemed like the right time.

Y/N opened the little box gingerly, a little nervous to see its contents. Her jaw dropped a tad when she saw it. 

A small ring, diamond encrusted and the exact type of metal she wears. It was perfectly tailored to her tastes. She looked up at him, eyebrow slightly raised.

-It’s a promise ring. I know what I said last night was fucked up but I didn’t mean it at all. I love you more than anything and you know that. I could never be with anyone else knowing that you’re out there in the world. 

He took the ring out of the box and secured it onto her finger. He then kissed her hand softly. She smiled taking in the view.

Then, she knew, more than anything, that she was truly loved.

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Blackstreet featuring Dr. Dre and Queen Pen - No Diggity 1996

"No Diggity" is a song by American R&B group Blackstreet, released as the first single from their second studio album, Another Level (1996), featuring Dr. Dre and Queen Pen. The song reached number one in Iceland and New Zealand, as well as on the US Billboard Hot 100 where it ended "Macarena"'s 14-week reign. In the UK, it peaked at number nine. The track sold 1.6 million copies in 1996 and won the 1998 Grammy Award for Best R&B Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals. It uses samples from Bill Withers's "Grandma's Hands". Billboard magazine ranked it number 91 in their "500 Best Pop Songs of All Time" in October 2023, saying, "No song sounded like it at the time, and no song has re-captured its full effect since."

Co-producer Teddy Riley originally offered the song to his R&B group Guy as part of their short-lived reunion in 1996. After failing to record any material, he then suggested the song to Guy's lead singer Aaron Hall, who refused to take part in recording the song. He then offered the song to his other group Blackstreet. In a 2010 interview, Riley revealed the song was initially a hard sell among group members, stating; "None of the guys liked 'No Diggity'. None of them. They would even say it. That's why I'm singing the first verse. You know how they say they pushed the little one out there to see if it tastes good and see if he would get egged? Well they pushed me out there – and it became a hit."

An a capella cover of "No Diggity" was sung in the 2012 film Pitch Perfect.

"No Diggity" received a total of 82,5% yes votes!

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T h e G a m e // D r D r e