Still recouping after being shot in Los Angeles earlier this month, YG recently linked up with Billboard to speak on the shooting, his next album and more.
Running with the title Still Krazy, YG previewed eight tracks – including “Twist My Fingers” which addresses the shooting – and what was heard can be described below.
The eight tracks played represent a promising progression of the ratchet sound he helped pioneer with frequent collaborator DJ Mustard. Some of the beats are spare and jittery, while other songs feature the loping bounce of classic ’90s West Coast rap. Thematically, it’s an eclectic mix of good-time party tracks and moodier ones about surviving in the streets, police brutality and the stupidity of crossing YG.
Unlike 2014’s My Krazy Life, Still Krazy doesn’t seem like it will predominately feature DJ Mustard on the boards. When asked about their current relationship, YG revealed an interesting tidbit about his next album.
Beefing again [Laughs]. No, we straight. He got a joint on the new album I think. I’m still figuring it all out.
Then, the conversation veered towards the near-fatal night of June 12th…
Who shot you?
I don’t know, and it don’t matter. I got lucky because a main artery is right there, right around the groin. The bullet didn’t go that deep, and it didn’t hit any bones.
Bullet? Reports said you were shot three times.
Nah, I got shot one time. It was three bullet holes because it went in, went out and went back in again.
Did you really not see who shot you? What do you think their motivation was? Was it gang-related?
It was not gang-related at all. It just happened out of the blue. We don’t know who did it, we don’t know why. We don’t know nothing.
What was going through your mind when it happened?
Survival. After I got shot, I’m telling everybody, “Take me to the hospital, because I can’t die.” We hop in my homie’s car and bam — we got in a car accident! We hit an island trying to avoid another car. We had to hop out of the totaled car, hop in another car. At the hospital we had to tell people, “Take me serious right now — you don’t even understand what’s going on.” It was wild.
How are you feeling now?
I’m good. I left the hospital that night, and the next day I went back to the studio. Nobody wanted me to go. My mama tells me, “What are you talking about ‘going to the studio?’” But you know, I got shit to do — this shit don’t stop for nobody. I came straight to the studio on my little crutches.
You’re a tough guy.
Yeah. I’m hard to kill
Did somebody say Hard to Kill?