Let There Be Eve 20 Years On


Eve attends the LA Premiere of "Barbershop: The Next Cut" held at the TCL Chinese Theatre on Wednesday, April 6, 2016, in Los Angeles. (Photo by John Salangsang/Invision/AP)
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My cousin and I were typical teenagers around this time 20 years ago. We were music-obsessed and jumped at every chance we got to purchase new CDs. Yes, CDs. We especially loved hip-hop, so we couldn’t wait to get our hands on a copy of “Let There Be Eve”, the debut album from Eve Jihan Jeffers that dropped on September 14, 1999.

The Ruff Ryders reigned supreme at that time and Swizz Beatz’s production dominated the commercial hip-hop sound. My cousin and I often waxed-poetic about which member of the Lox we were crushing on, or how there was another DMX sighting in Harlem, but we didn’t have a female lyricist we could relate to. At that time, Foxy Brown and Lil’ Kim dominated hip-hop when it came to women. We liked them, but we had to sneak and listen to their music. Plus, their raunchy lyrics coupled with champagne tastes and caviar dreams of being mafia wives just sounded like fantasy. When Eve entered the game, she was a hood girl with big dreams. She was also ride or die, but she came across as being in control and not some man’s puppet, which was more relatable.

Eve, the self-proclaimed “pit bull in a skirt,” the First Lady of Ruff Ryders, was striking. She was tall, slim, and bold enough to rock a short blonde Caesar, cornrows, and paw print tats. She inspired a generation of young women’s style choices. I was not about that paw print tattoo life, but she renewed my interest in rocking cornrows straight to the back of my head. At that time, straight hair via doobie wraps were the wave. Basic cornrows, or “Cleo braids” (for the shady individuals among us) were not the move for girls in the hood unless you wanted people to associate you with being masculine and aggressive. Eve was avante-garde, fashionably fearless, and had enchanted us with her debut single, “What Y’all Want,” which came out earlier that summer.

She presented herself as an around the way girl who wasn’t afraid to speak up about situations that we understood, even as teenagers. Eve dropped a bomb on us shortly before she dropped her debut album, with another single entitled, “Love is Blind.” The opening line was hard hitting:

“I don’t even know you and I hate you/See, all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you/How would you feel if she held you down and raped you/Tried and tried but she never could escape you!”

My cousin and I first heard it together and It knocked the wind out of us. We sat and stared at each other as the song played and as Eve continued:

“Big time hustler, snake motherf—er/ One’s born everyday and everyday she was your sucker!”

Lyrically, it was a simple song, but the content was powerful and hit close to home. We had never heard a woman or anyone rapping like this about domestic violence, not even Queen Latifah’s iconic verse on “U.N.I.T.Y.” hit us the way this did.

 “Wow, this reminds me of *Denise,” said my cousin and I agreed.

Denise was a 16-year-old mother of an infant at that time. She was pregnant by a 17-year-old boy named *Manny, who was her high school sweetheart. According to Denise, he forced her to get pregnant. That was how she described it. Manny was charming at first and Denise would not shut up about how in love she was when they first started dating. He was possessive, but that was how he showed her he loved her in our misguided teenage minds. While getting pregnant was impulsive, and the circumstances of how it happened were dead wrong, Denise thought it was cute that he loved her enough to want to be attached to her forever. But after a while the abuse got worse. Denise often showed up to hang out with us with mysterious bruises and scratches on various parts of her body that she never explained. She often changed the subject when we asked what happened, but we knew where her battle scars were from and we hated that we felt powerless to do anything about it.

We urged her to break up with Manny, but Denise’s excuse was always the same—they were in love.  He loved her so much that he stalked her and would beat her in front of her friends for disobeying his orders to stay at home with the baby, or for being out with the baby, or for being spotted talking to another boy. At that time, it became a running joke in our group that we could not go anywhere without Manny popping out of the bushes, which he really did once. It did not matter how he popped up though, we knew that hanging out with her meant that he would show up at some point, slap her around, and get belligerent with anyone who tried to stop it. Eventually, me, my cousin, and the rest of our crew got tired of hanging out with Denise because we did not want to deal with Manny, but we thought about her often.

When Eve’s “Love is Blind” came along, it hit our 15 and 17-year-old brains hard. On one hand, we knew domestic violence was wrong, but we grappled with the cognitive dissonance that conflates dating violence and possessiveness with love. “Love is Blind” gave us an outlet to process what our friend was going through, and a way to fantasize about what we would like to do to Manny, and all the other Manny types we may have encountered throughout our lives. Eve definitely had our attention.

There were other less heavy songs on the album like “Gotta Man,” with its cute hook sung by Mashonda, the catchy “Ain’t Got No Dough,” which featured Missy Elliott on the hook, the hardcore “Philly Philly,” featuring Beanie Sigel, and a bunch of silly skits that enhanced the listening experience. It was an impressive body of work that solidified Eve’s status as a real contender in music. She was not a one-hit-wonder, she was an unexpected shooting star that had just begun to rise. “Let There Be Eve” went double platinum, and Eve became the third woman in Hip-Hop to have an album peak at number one on the Billboard 200. She went on to have her own TV show, she did movies, she had a clothing line, she is currently a host on The Talk, and she married a British millionaire.

Eve was ahead of her time in so many ways. She was authentic before being authentic was cool (and subsequently fake and performative), and she sprinkled #BlackGirlMagic on the world before #BlackGirlMagic was a metaphorically tangible concept. Eve Jihan Jeffers-Cooper, our lady of immaculate glow up, deserves her roses. Thank you for showing little brown girls who may face seemingly insurmountable odds that it’s okay to evolve.

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