Bitch Better Have My Money
Guardian critics explore art that captures a mood or moment. This week, how to contemplate extreme wealth – from Rihanna to Belshazzar’s Feast
Hell hath no fury like a pop icon scorned, and nobody does indignant financial rage better than Rihanna on the impeccable Bitch Better Have My Money. Hummed under the breath of many a freelancer drafting their 14th polite chase for payment, its playful trap beat laces a tale of dodgy accountant exploitation together with a shot of chest-puffing braggadocio: “Don’t act like you forgot, I call the shots.” Whether you are negotiating a pay rise or cajoling yourself into another day’s hard grind, it’s all the encouragement you need to walk into that office and demand what is yours.
Jenessa Williams
Culture | Books
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