He was Rick James, Bitch!

The funk-tastiest, pimp-slappinest, coke-smokingest superfreak himself has passed at 56. At some point tonight, raise your beer, your wine, your bong or your crackpipe and remember him fondly, and then help his soul sail into the other world by declaring loudly "I'm a superfreak!"

For all of us at one time have danced to superfreak or wore shiny spandex pants. We've all had a threesome or smoked crack before. And who among us can claim that we have never served time in prison or set fire to a prostitute? But above all, remember the joy he brought to your life, whether it be the songs he sung or the 'Behind the Music' he was in, for those days have truly passed us now. So remember him and praise him, for with his passing a part of us has passed to, and in no small way tonight, across the world, we are all Rick James...


Bitch.