I’m probably the most popular rapper in the world, but I don’t make pop music. I make gangsta shit. I don’t cross over to pop—pop crosses over to me. “Gin and Juice” was some gangsta shit. I wrote that motherfucker off the motherfuckin’ gin and a bag of that indo, with a bunch of bitches around me. I wasn’t thinkin’ about no pop. I was makin’ shit for the ’hood, for motherfuckers to bounce to. And, yeah, it became popular.
I don’t ever aim for radio play. I make shit that feels good to me, and if top 40 radio catches wind, then great. If they don’t, I’m still gonna do what I gotta do. I recorded a song on my fi rst album [Doggystyle] called “Ain’t No Fun (If the Homies Can’t Have None),” where I talk about gettin’ pussy, fuckin’, and not givin’ a fuck about a bitch—and I hear that song on the radio every other day. Rappers don’t need pop artists on our shit to make us successful. But notice how many pop artists, when they want their records to sell, call on somebody from hip-hop to make their shit work. Katy Perry, for example: I worked with Katy because she’s a bad bitch, but she needed a gangster to complete the deal. She had a cake with no candles on it, then she put me on “California Gurls,” and it went to number one. It was actually the West Coast answer to Jay-Z and Alicia Keys’ “Empire State of Mind.” They had a song about New York, and we needed to make something about California. I didn’t prejudge her because she’s a pop singer. I don’t judge Lady Gaga, either. She makes good shit, not like a lot of other garbage being repeated. She’s weird as fuck. Who knows, she might have a snake or a knife in her pussy if you try to get some from her.
Snoop Dogg’s 11th studio album, Doggumentary, is out this month on Priority Records/EMI.