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His 2013 tape, Beach House 2, is full of graceful flourishes: dive-bombing violins and chopped samples that evidence Ty’s crate-digger’s ear. “Our music was what they would get ratchet to, so they started calling it ratchet music.” Ty’s spin on the sound is slow, sordid and cauterized by the occasional Skrillex sample. “People started call-ing hoes ‘ratchets,’” he remembers. Since, Ty has staked out his own turf, stepping out as the face of ratchet, the club-to-the-mattress subgenre fusion of LA jerkin, Bay Area hyphy and Southern snap. Ty continued as a writer and producer, gifting the freaky 2010 radio smash “Toot It and Boot It” to then-fledgling Compton rapper YG. Eventually, their deal dissolved without a commercial release. Signed to Buddah Brown, a short-lived, Interscope-affiliated music company, the duo rubbed shoulders with Timbaland and released mixtapes that split the difference between Slum Village and The Weeknd. In the late ’00s, Ty polished his studio skills as one half of the future-soul group Ty & Kory. “I could take that stand over there and turn it into a snare and really EQ it. “I could make the walls sound like a drum kick,” Ty says, reclining in the Hollywood studios of Atlantic Records, with whom he signed in 2012. His father played keyboards for the ’80s funk group Lakeside and post-disco singer Evelyn “Champagne” King, and the younger Griffin, now 28, inherited his virtuosity. For all that gumption, though, his musicianship is sophisticated. Ty’s lyrics are blush-inducing-on “Float,” he opens a verse with She got that wet, Sea World/ And I dive in the pussy like Shamu, girl.
His neck is tattooed with his stage name and a pair of bright red lips-the Casanova equivalent of a Crip’s teardrop. Essentially a singer of rap music, Ty has a drug-numb tenor and mesmerizing emerald-green eyes.
In the last three years, rarely has an hour of LA radio passed without an appearance from his resin-sticky hooks. It happened to Ty Dolla $ign earlier this year when a Los Angeles cannabis club unveiled its latest hybrid, “Dolla $ign OG.” Such is the stature that Tyrone Griffin occupies in his hometown.
You know you’ve arrived when the local weed dispensary names a strain after you. From the magazine: ISSUE 89, December 2013/January 2014