birdcallaveli
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shit i was proud of my nigga for showing up to a club to meet some bad snow bunnies with only $10 to his name and drinking all their alcohol for free. nigga was doing it birdcall style.
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Llahsram;2458504 said:Says a G-unit stan. You probably didn't know one mobb deep song until they signed to G-unit. Move on it's not the mid 00s anymore.
dumbass nigga. you got redman in your avatar, he hasnt been relevant in way longer than G-Unit.
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dalyricalbandit
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birdcallaveli;2459887 said:shit i was proud of my nigga for showing up to a club to meet some bad snow bunnies with only $10 to his name and drinking all their alcohol for free. nigga was doing it birdcall style.
dead lmaoooo my nigga birdcall a crazy nigga
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blackstarr
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On NaS getting choked:
Touching up edits for a clean version of "Y.B.E." ft. B.G. for Cash Money, my son Shaka joined me for a session at Soundtrack Studios. Shaka was five years old at the time. Mike Delorean and my man Draws from QB also came along. My engineer Steve Sola told us that Nas was working in Studio B again that night, so we walked over to say what's up. When we walked in, we Nas, Jungle, Grand Wiz, Horse and his brother Dula, and some dude we didn't know along with a few females. Delorean noticed some big buds of weed on the countertop plus a few bottles of liquor and a camcorder. Right away Delorean picked up one of the buds to smell and Nas got upset. "Yo why you touching sh*t that ain't yours? Nas asked.
"Damn, I'm just looking at the bud." Delorean said. "I wanted to smell it." Then Delorean picked up the camcorder and started to inspect it to see what kind it was, and Nas barked on him again.
"Yo what the fu*k is wrong with you, son? I told you, stop touching other people's sh*t!"
"Man, what the fu*k is your problem? I'm gonna look at it if I feel like looking at it. What's the big deal?" Delorean said. NAS was clearly a little drunk from the Grey Goose and cranberry juice in his hand and still had sour feelings about that old freestyle Delorean and Cormega put out dissing him. He was also clearly upset that Delorean was talking to him like that now. Nas walked up to Delorean and motioned with the cup in his hand like he was going to toss the red drink in Delorean's face but paused and tossed it on the shoulder of Delorean's white T-Shirt. There was a moment of silence, then Delorean grabbed Nas by his throat with his right hand and pushed him up against the wall choking him.
"*****, don't you ever in your life play yourself like that! Delorean said. "You fu*kin stupid of something? I'll kill you, you bi*ch-ass *****!" All of Nas's boys jumped up but Draws yelled out, "Chill! If they're gonna fight, let them fight one on one. Ain't gonna be no jumping going on in here." I screamed at Mike Delorean to let Nas go and he did, then we took Delorean back to Studio A. My son Shaka was watching it all in shock.
Back in Studio A, Delorean said, "P, give me the gun! I'm shooting this bird-ass *****! Give me the gun!" And I replied, "Hell no! You buggin'. You already choked him up against the wall and he didn't try to fight you back, so leave him alone." After about ten minutes of calming him down, I went into the hallway and Nas walked up to me apologizing.
"I'm sorry man, I had too much to drink," Nas said. "Please forgive me, man"
"It's all goog, just forget about it. Y'all ****** is bugged out though," I said.
"Nah, I'm really sorry, I'm telling you, I'm just bent right now and I overreacted," Nas said. "I shouldn't have done that. That was fould."
"Don't sweat it, we good," I said. Then we both went back into our studio rooms.
On B.G. copping heroin on the set:
I bounced over to QB the following day for the "Y.B.E." video shoot with B.G. from Cash Money. The owner of New York Furs, Irving, lent me fifteen of his best fur coats- chinchillas, minks, and mink hoodies. He looked out for me with the furs b/c I paid him to make ten butter-soft Infamous records leather jackets with leather bandanas to match with some of the money Ron Artest invested in Infamous Records. Although I didn't request it, Loud Records hired a jeweler to come to the set with a bunch of jewelry for me to wear even though I had my own. Baby, Juvenile, B.G. and a bunch of their boys showed up while the video director, Little X was setting up shots. B.g. pulled me to the side and asked if I could get my hands on some "diesel," which is heroin, so I sent Draws to buy two bundles of dope. B.G. took the bundles straight to the bathroom.
It was the first time a NY rapper did a song and video with Cash Money. A rumor went around that I was robbed outside the video studio for three hundred thousand dollars worth of jewels, the jewelry that Loud Records had rented for the shoot. The story even made the newspapers. I won't elaborate for legal reasons, but can you believe that the jewelry company thought that I had something to do with the situation? I wonder what would make them think that. Ha!
Touching up edits for a clean version of "Y.B.E." ft. B.G. for Cash Money, my son Shaka joined me for a session at Soundtrack Studios. Shaka was five years old at the time. Mike Delorean and my man Draws from QB also came along. My engineer Steve Sola told us that Nas was working in Studio B again that night, so we walked over to say what's up. When we walked in, we Nas, Jungle, Grand Wiz, Horse and his brother Dula, and some dude we didn't know along with a few females. Delorean noticed some big buds of weed on the countertop plus a few bottles of liquor and a camcorder. Right away Delorean picked up one of the buds to smell and Nas got upset. "Yo why you touching sh*t that ain't yours? Nas asked.
"Damn, I'm just looking at the bud." Delorean said. "I wanted to smell it." Then Delorean picked up the camcorder and started to inspect it to see what kind it was, and Nas barked on him again.
"Yo what the fu*k is wrong with you, son? I told you, stop touching other people's sh*t!"
"Man, what the fu*k is your problem? I'm gonna look at it if I feel like looking at it. What's the big deal?" Delorean said. NAS was clearly a little drunk from the Grey Goose and cranberry juice in his hand and still had sour feelings about that old freestyle Delorean and Cormega put out dissing him. He was also clearly upset that Delorean was talking to him like that now. Nas walked up to Delorean and motioned with the cup in his hand like he was going to toss the red drink in Delorean's face but paused and tossed it on the shoulder of Delorean's white T-Shirt. There was a moment of silence, then Delorean grabbed Nas by his throat with his right hand and pushed him up against the wall choking him.
"*****, don't you ever in your life play yourself like that! Delorean said. "You fu*kin stupid of something? I'll kill you, you bi*ch-ass *****!" All of Nas's boys jumped up but Draws yelled out, "Chill! If they're gonna fight, let them fight one on one. Ain't gonna be no jumping going on in here." I screamed at Mike Delorean to let Nas go and he did, then we took Delorean back to Studio A. My son Shaka was watching it all in shock.
Back in Studio A, Delorean said, "P, give me the gun! I'm shooting this bird-ass *****! Give me the gun!" And I replied, "Hell no! You buggin'. You already choked him up against the wall and he didn't try to fight you back, so leave him alone." After about ten minutes of calming him down, I went into the hallway and Nas walked up to me apologizing.
"I'm sorry man, I had too much to drink," Nas said. "Please forgive me, man"
"It's all goog, just forget about it. Y'all ****** is bugged out though," I said.
"Nah, I'm really sorry, I'm telling you, I'm just bent right now and I overreacted," Nas said. "I shouldn't have done that. That was fould."
"Don't sweat it, we good," I said. Then we both went back into our studio rooms.
On B.G. copping heroin on the set:
I bounced over to QB the following day for the "Y.B.E." video shoot with B.G. from Cash Money. The owner of New York Furs, Irving, lent me fifteen of his best fur coats- chinchillas, minks, and mink hoodies. He looked out for me with the furs b/c I paid him to make ten butter-soft Infamous records leather jackets with leather bandanas to match with some of the money Ron Artest invested in Infamous Records. Although I didn't request it, Loud Records hired a jeweler to come to the set with a bunch of jewelry for me to wear even though I had my own. Baby, Juvenile, B.G. and a bunch of their boys showed up while the video director, Little X was setting up shots. B.g. pulled me to the side and asked if I could get my hands on some "diesel," which is heroin, so I sent Draws to buy two bundles of dope. B.G. took the bundles straight to the bathroom.
It was the first time a NY rapper did a song and video with Cash Money. A rumor went around that I was robbed outside the video studio for three hundred thousand dollars worth of jewels, the jewelry that Loud Records had rented for the shoot. The story even made the newspapers. I won't elaborate for legal reasons, but can you believe that the jewelry company thought that I had something to do with the situation? I wonder what would make them think that. Ha!
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blackstarr
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On Snoop running from Death Row:
40 Glocc and his people met us at the Shrine Auditorium for the Source Awards the following day. We all had on custom-made football jerseys with Hennessy, E&J, Seagram's, Thug Passion, Bacardi, and other liquor names embroidered on the front and our names on the back so our crew would stand out in the crowd. Lil' Kim flew out to perform the "Quiet Storm" remix with us and brought the whole Junior Mafia crew. Our dressing room was connected to Lil' Kim's so my crew drank and smoked with them until taking our seats two rows from the front of the stage at showtime. Tupac's group the Outlawz were seated directly in front of us. It was your first time seeing each other since the beef, and because so many of my boys were there I didn't want to make the Outlawz uncomfortable. So I made small talk with them to let them know it was all good now.
The famous Polo model Tyson Beckford was also seated in front of us and he pulled a gallon of Hennessy from under his seat, then showed it to Havoc and me. We told him to pass the bottle back and thugged the whole gallon. I didn't drink that hardcore sh*t anymore but I had to take care of my boys. When the Houston rapper Scarface, seated in the row to our left, saw my team drinking, he was like, "What's up, man?" as if he wanted a cup. So we poured him one. By the time I gave Tyson back his bottle it was mostly gone.
Mobb Deep was the final act of the night. Smoke filled the stage with the thunder from the "Quiet Storm" intro while Havoc slowly drove a Caddy truck onstage and hopped out when his verse began. The crowd erupted. I hopped out along with Noyd, who was holding a gallon of Seagram's gin, jumping around as it spilled all over. After Havoc's verse, Noyd opened the back door of the truck and assisted the Queen B Lil Kim out while she spit her verse, "Ayo Prodigy, tell 'em what it is dun," Kim concluded, and I screamed, "Yo it's the real!" Our boys in the crowd were wildin' like we were inside the Tunnel back in NYC and the Shrine went nuts.
After my verse, a gang of Death Row Bloods came storming through the entrance and charging down the aisle from both sides. They ran to the stage while we were chanting the last words of our chorus, chasing Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre. Snoop, who was with his crew Tha Eastsidaz, ran out the back exit while his boy Tray-Dee stayed and fought a handful of Death Row dudes, whippin' their asses all by himself. The Shrine Auditorium turned into pandemonium with small fights breaking out in the crowd.
On trying to steal one of Havoc's hoes:
Jadakiss, Styles P, and Sheek Louch from the Lox squeezed throught VIP after the show to show us love. It was extremely crowded, so Havoc and I stood on the couch to get some breathing room. Havoc spotted a video vixen he used to mess with named Erica, a good looking Latina female who rode in the passenger seat of Fabolous's GT Bentley in his "Breathe" video. Hav pulled her onto the couch where we were standing when he spotted another one of his chicks.
"Keep an eye on Erica," he told me as he headed toward the other woman.
"Okay, cool," I said. Erica was just as twisted as I wa. Havoc was gone for a long time so I grabbed her in front of me, my arms wrapped around her waist, my hands at the front of her black cocktail dree.
"What's really good, Ma?" I whispered in her ear.
"Whatever," she said. I put my hand up the front of her dress and started fingering her right there on the couch in front of everybody. She had no panties on.
"You coming with me," I said. "Let's go."
"Cool, I'm with you," she said. I took her hand and led her to the exit. As we were walking to the parking lot, Havoc rolled up in his G-Wagen Benz. "Erica! Get over here!" he shouted.
"Chill son! We'll see you later on! I yelled, but Havoc demanded that she get into his truck. Erica let go of my hand and bounced with Havoc. Wow, the vultures were out that night.
40 Glocc and his people met us at the Shrine Auditorium for the Source Awards the following day. We all had on custom-made football jerseys with Hennessy, E&J, Seagram's, Thug Passion, Bacardi, and other liquor names embroidered on the front and our names on the back so our crew would stand out in the crowd. Lil' Kim flew out to perform the "Quiet Storm" remix with us and brought the whole Junior Mafia crew. Our dressing room was connected to Lil' Kim's so my crew drank and smoked with them until taking our seats two rows from the front of the stage at showtime. Tupac's group the Outlawz were seated directly in front of us. It was your first time seeing each other since the beef, and because so many of my boys were there I didn't want to make the Outlawz uncomfortable. So I made small talk with them to let them know it was all good now.
The famous Polo model Tyson Beckford was also seated in front of us and he pulled a gallon of Hennessy from under his seat, then showed it to Havoc and me. We told him to pass the bottle back and thugged the whole gallon. I didn't drink that hardcore sh*t anymore but I had to take care of my boys. When the Houston rapper Scarface, seated in the row to our left, saw my team drinking, he was like, "What's up, man?" as if he wanted a cup. So we poured him one. By the time I gave Tyson back his bottle it was mostly gone.
Mobb Deep was the final act of the night. Smoke filled the stage with the thunder from the "Quiet Storm" intro while Havoc slowly drove a Caddy truck onstage and hopped out when his verse began. The crowd erupted. I hopped out along with Noyd, who was holding a gallon of Seagram's gin, jumping around as it spilled all over. After Havoc's verse, Noyd opened the back door of the truck and assisted the Queen B Lil Kim out while she spit her verse, "Ayo Prodigy, tell 'em what it is dun," Kim concluded, and I screamed, "Yo it's the real!" Our boys in the crowd were wildin' like we were inside the Tunnel back in NYC and the Shrine went nuts.
After my verse, a gang of Death Row Bloods came storming through the entrance and charging down the aisle from both sides. They ran to the stage while we were chanting the last words of our chorus, chasing Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre. Snoop, who was with his crew Tha Eastsidaz, ran out the back exit while his boy Tray-Dee stayed and fought a handful of Death Row dudes, whippin' their asses all by himself. The Shrine Auditorium turned into pandemonium with small fights breaking out in the crowd.
On trying to steal one of Havoc's hoes:
Jadakiss, Styles P, and Sheek Louch from the Lox squeezed throught VIP after the show to show us love. It was extremely crowded, so Havoc and I stood on the couch to get some breathing room. Havoc spotted a video vixen he used to mess with named Erica, a good looking Latina female who rode in the passenger seat of Fabolous's GT Bentley in his "Breathe" video. Hav pulled her onto the couch where we were standing when he spotted another one of his chicks.
"Keep an eye on Erica," he told me as he headed toward the other woman.
"Okay, cool," I said. Erica was just as twisted as I wa. Havoc was gone for a long time so I grabbed her in front of me, my arms wrapped around her waist, my hands at the front of her black cocktail dree.
"What's really good, Ma?" I whispered in her ear.
"Whatever," she said. I put my hand up the front of her dress and started fingering her right there on the couch in front of everybody. She had no panties on.
"You coming with me," I said. "Let's go."
"Cool, I'm with you," she said. I took her hand and led her to the exit. As we were walking to the parking lot, Havoc rolled up in his G-Wagen Benz. "Erica! Get over here!" he shouted.
"Chill son! We'll see you later on! I yelled, but Havoc demanded that she get into his truck. Erica let go of my hand and bounced with Havoc. Wow, the vultures were out that night.
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blackstarr
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On the Lakey/Worm robbery:
The Sunday before Murda Muzik dropped, one of Havoc's homies from QB, Fakey came home from doing nine years for shooting at some cops. I went to Freeport to visit Hav, and Fakey was sitting in the kitchen looking happy to be home, being real cool and humble. I didn't know Fakey very well, he was Havoc's boy. I met him once or twice when I first came to QB but he got locked up right after that. I told Fakey we were having an album release party at the Tunnel the following Sunday and that I'd give him twelve VIP passes.
Sunday rolled around and I called Fakey to meet in the early evening on 21st St. in QB so I could give him the passes. Fakey pulled up in a white limousine with a gang of people- Cormega, Ice, Spank, Nut, and a bunch of others. I gave him twelve passes and told him to arrive early b/c the passes were only good until eleven pm. He agreed, then I jetted to Alchemist's crib to meet Havoc and the crew.
Club security tried to rush us into the Tunnel after midnight because the cops were shutting the doors down. "You've got a bunch of people at the side door trying to get in- they say they're with you," one of the security guards told me.
"How many people?" I asked.
"Twelve"
It was Fakey and his crew. I told the security that they had VIP passes. Two cops walked up. "We're closing the club doors for good- you people are either going in or out! Make up your mind!"
I tried my best to talk to the cops and let them know this was our party, but they started getting pushy. "Either go in or you're staying out!"
"fu*k them ******, P, we gotta do this show," Havoc yelled, heading through the door. "Let's go!"
I told Havoc to wait a minute. I didn't want to leave Fakey and his boys outside without trying to help them get in. "Can I leave one of my boys here with you to point them out so they can get in?" I asked club security, "Please, man, they belong inside with us, they all have passes." He looked at me like he wanted to help. "Those passes were only good until eleven pm. It's almost one o'clock" he said, then paused. "Okay, leave one of your boys with me, I'll see what I can do." I left Godfather at the door with him and went inside.
The club was jam packed. When we hit the stage to perform the crowd went crazy- our first time performing in the Tunnel after all those years of hanging out there!
My Benz was parked outside the front door, and as soon as we stepped outside after popping bottles in VIP, I saw Fakey and his crew looking disappointed because they couldn't get in. Fakey walked up to me and police told me to move my car. "Meet me around the block so we can talk," I told Fakey.
Around the corner, we got out of our rides to talk on the sidewalk. Fakey told me that Ice's car was stolen while they were trying to get in, and Ice wanted me to pay for it. Ha! "Tell Ice to get out the car and tell me that himself." I said. Fakey got Ice. I knew Ice way better than I know Fakey from partying together in the Tunnel for years while Fakey was locked up. Ice had a dumbass look on his face when he walked up, like he knew he was about to tell me some bullsh*t and he also knew that I wasn't gonna go for it.
"My car's missing and I don't know if it got stolen or towed," he said.
"That's not my problem," I said. "I'm not paying for it."
"Forget about it, P it's not your fault," Ice said, and got back in the car.
"Don't even worry about it, ****** is just mad they couldn't get in" Fakey said. "I tried to convince them to let y'all in but you come too late. I told you the passes were only good till eleven pm." I said "At least you tried," he said. "We're really mad at Havoc because we grew up with him and it seemed like he didn't give a fu*k about us..." While Fakey was speaking, somebody got out of the car to take a piss on the corner. I couldn't see who it was from where I was standing. Engaged in conversation. I didn't take notice as the kid snuck around some cars, moving toward me, snuffing me right in my nose. I dropped to the ground, unaware of who or what him me. As I was getting up, I saw it was the little dirty ***** Worm! He lifted my chain off my neck while I was still in a daze and then he ran to get back inside the car.
"Yo, what the fu*k is you doin!" Fakey screamed as if he was confused, but right away I suspected that these ****** set me up. Why would they have Worm with them when they're fully aware of all the situation with him and Mobb Deep? They wanna set me up? I'm the one who gave them twelve passes.
Have always told me, "Stop hanging out in QB, don't trust them ******." But it's not my style to cut everybody off because of a few bad apples in the bunch.
I was one of the only ****** in QB actively shooting videos and movies, showing love to the up-and-coming artists, and keeping close ties when everyboyd else stopped coming around. I wasn't trying to be something I'm not. I didn't let money or fame make me paranoid to the point where I was scared to come to the hood. I didn't have a reason to have fear in my heart b/c I'm genuine. Only liars have fear, because they're scared somebody will catch on to their lies. The only reason I'd stop dealing with a person was if they did something foul to me, and nobody from QB ever did anything foul to me until then.
Worm snatched my chain and ran. I popped open my car's hood to get my gun out to shoot up that piece of sh*t Land Rover that he, Fakey, Spank, Mega and Ice were in. I looked over at Stobo and he already knew what I was thinking. The only thing that stopped me from punching holes in that jeep was Ice and Cormega. If they weren't in there, I'd probably be doing murder time right now. Fakey and Worm thought they were so gangsta, but a a real gangsta ***** almost put an end tp their career as petty crooks that night. I sat in the driver's deat with the gun on my lap itching to show those wanna-be thugs how I got down. But my better judgement caused me to pull off. I'll catch em soon enough.
Godfather called later that night telling me that Fakey and Worm robbed Noyd in QB and hit him in the head with a bottle. Somebody needs to kill one of these bummy ass clowns.
At home that night, when Kiki saw my swollen face and asked what happened I broke down crying. Man it was embarassing telling her what happened. All the years I'd been in QB, I'd never had problems with people because my hand didn't call for that. I wanted to murder one of these ****** for making me go home to my women like that.
The following morning I called Fakey and told him to meet me in QB to give me my chain back. Fakey said he got it from Worm and could meet whenever I was ready. I called Hav to tell him what was going on. "Don't go P, don't trust them," he kept telling me. "You shouldn't go to QB no more."
"Man, listen, fu*k all that" I said. "I'm not scared of these bi*ch ass ****** and I'm getting my chain back."
Havoc was just looking out for my safety, but what he was telling me was the total opposite of how my pops raised me. When I got to the projects, I called Fakey and he told me he had to go to the studio with Nas and we could meet by the Hit Factory in Manhattan. Mind you, I was by myself. No army, no gang, no soldiers. Just me and my nine Ruger. Even if I'd wanted a gang I didn't have anybody to turn to because my gang was telling me, "don't do it don't go." The only person who said he would roll with me was Jonathan Lighty (Chris Lighty of Violator Management's brother) and I didn't even ask him to roll.
When I got to the Hit Factory, Fakey and Cormega met me outside and Fakey put my chain on my neck. It made me feel like a herb, like he was doing me a favor or something.
"You ok?" Mega asked.
"Yeah," I said. My eye was turning black from being punched in the nose. Fakey and Mega looked at me shaking their heads as if feeling sorry for me.
"Wanna come to Nas' session with us?" Fakey asked.
"fu*k it, why don't" I wanted to show them I wasn't scared, so we walked into the session. I talked to Fakey and Nas about Worm. Fakey kept telling me he didn't know Worm was going to go that and blah blah blah. As long as Fakey gave me my chain back, he wasn't a problem for now. But Worm was definitely going to get dealt with ASAP.
After the lame setup that Fakey and Worm pulled at the Tunnel, the very next Sunday Worm was walking around the Tunnel and one of my boys from Hempstead cracked his face open with a Moet bottle. Worm didn't know who broke that bottle on his face or why, so just to tell people he'd gotten revenge, the Sunday after that Worm went back to the Tunnel with a gun and opened fire on a random parked car. After shooting half of his gun clip into the car, killing the young man in the driver's seat and wounding the others, Worm tried to run off but three undercover cops jumped out of a car right next to the car Worm shot up, yelling "Freeze! Drop the gun."
Worm fired shots at the cops while running to his car with the cops chasing and shooting at him. The cops shot up Worm's ride, ridding his body with bullets and almost killing him. Worm got fifty years to life.
The Sunday before Murda Muzik dropped, one of Havoc's homies from QB, Fakey came home from doing nine years for shooting at some cops. I went to Freeport to visit Hav, and Fakey was sitting in the kitchen looking happy to be home, being real cool and humble. I didn't know Fakey very well, he was Havoc's boy. I met him once or twice when I first came to QB but he got locked up right after that. I told Fakey we were having an album release party at the Tunnel the following Sunday and that I'd give him twelve VIP passes.
Sunday rolled around and I called Fakey to meet in the early evening on 21st St. in QB so I could give him the passes. Fakey pulled up in a white limousine with a gang of people- Cormega, Ice, Spank, Nut, and a bunch of others. I gave him twelve passes and told him to arrive early b/c the passes were only good until eleven pm. He agreed, then I jetted to Alchemist's crib to meet Havoc and the crew.
Club security tried to rush us into the Tunnel after midnight because the cops were shutting the doors down. "You've got a bunch of people at the side door trying to get in- they say they're with you," one of the security guards told me.
"How many people?" I asked.
"Twelve"
It was Fakey and his crew. I told the security that they had VIP passes. Two cops walked up. "We're closing the club doors for good- you people are either going in or out! Make up your mind!"
I tried my best to talk to the cops and let them know this was our party, but they started getting pushy. "Either go in or you're staying out!"
"fu*k them ******, P, we gotta do this show," Havoc yelled, heading through the door. "Let's go!"
I told Havoc to wait a minute. I didn't want to leave Fakey and his boys outside without trying to help them get in. "Can I leave one of my boys here with you to point them out so they can get in?" I asked club security, "Please, man, they belong inside with us, they all have passes." He looked at me like he wanted to help. "Those passes were only good until eleven pm. It's almost one o'clock" he said, then paused. "Okay, leave one of your boys with me, I'll see what I can do." I left Godfather at the door with him and went inside.
The club was jam packed. When we hit the stage to perform the crowd went crazy- our first time performing in the Tunnel after all those years of hanging out there!
My Benz was parked outside the front door, and as soon as we stepped outside after popping bottles in VIP, I saw Fakey and his crew looking disappointed because they couldn't get in. Fakey walked up to me and police told me to move my car. "Meet me around the block so we can talk," I told Fakey.
Around the corner, we got out of our rides to talk on the sidewalk. Fakey told me that Ice's car was stolen while they were trying to get in, and Ice wanted me to pay for it. Ha! "Tell Ice to get out the car and tell me that himself." I said. Fakey got Ice. I knew Ice way better than I know Fakey from partying together in the Tunnel for years while Fakey was locked up. Ice had a dumbass look on his face when he walked up, like he knew he was about to tell me some bullsh*t and he also knew that I wasn't gonna go for it.
"My car's missing and I don't know if it got stolen or towed," he said.
"That's not my problem," I said. "I'm not paying for it."
"Forget about it, P it's not your fault," Ice said, and got back in the car.
"Don't even worry about it, ****** is just mad they couldn't get in" Fakey said. "I tried to convince them to let y'all in but you come too late. I told you the passes were only good till eleven pm." I said "At least you tried," he said. "We're really mad at Havoc because we grew up with him and it seemed like he didn't give a fu*k about us..." While Fakey was speaking, somebody got out of the car to take a piss on the corner. I couldn't see who it was from where I was standing. Engaged in conversation. I didn't take notice as the kid snuck around some cars, moving toward me, snuffing me right in my nose. I dropped to the ground, unaware of who or what him me. As I was getting up, I saw it was the little dirty ***** Worm! He lifted my chain off my neck while I was still in a daze and then he ran to get back inside the car.
"Yo, what the fu*k is you doin!" Fakey screamed as if he was confused, but right away I suspected that these ****** set me up. Why would they have Worm with them when they're fully aware of all the situation with him and Mobb Deep? They wanna set me up? I'm the one who gave them twelve passes.
Have always told me, "Stop hanging out in QB, don't trust them ******." But it's not my style to cut everybody off because of a few bad apples in the bunch.
I was one of the only ****** in QB actively shooting videos and movies, showing love to the up-and-coming artists, and keeping close ties when everyboyd else stopped coming around. I wasn't trying to be something I'm not. I didn't let money or fame make me paranoid to the point where I was scared to come to the hood. I didn't have a reason to have fear in my heart b/c I'm genuine. Only liars have fear, because they're scared somebody will catch on to their lies. The only reason I'd stop dealing with a person was if they did something foul to me, and nobody from QB ever did anything foul to me until then.
Worm snatched my chain and ran. I popped open my car's hood to get my gun out to shoot up that piece of sh*t Land Rover that he, Fakey, Spank, Mega and Ice were in. I looked over at Stobo and he already knew what I was thinking. The only thing that stopped me from punching holes in that jeep was Ice and Cormega. If they weren't in there, I'd probably be doing murder time right now. Fakey and Worm thought they were so gangsta, but a a real gangsta ***** almost put an end tp their career as petty crooks that night. I sat in the driver's deat with the gun on my lap itching to show those wanna-be thugs how I got down. But my better judgement caused me to pull off. I'll catch em soon enough.
Godfather called later that night telling me that Fakey and Worm robbed Noyd in QB and hit him in the head with a bottle. Somebody needs to kill one of these bummy ass clowns.
At home that night, when Kiki saw my swollen face and asked what happened I broke down crying. Man it was embarassing telling her what happened. All the years I'd been in QB, I'd never had problems with people because my hand didn't call for that. I wanted to murder one of these ****** for making me go home to my women like that.
The following morning I called Fakey and told him to meet me in QB to give me my chain back. Fakey said he got it from Worm and could meet whenever I was ready. I called Hav to tell him what was going on. "Don't go P, don't trust them," he kept telling me. "You shouldn't go to QB no more."
"Man, listen, fu*k all that" I said. "I'm not scared of these bi*ch ass ****** and I'm getting my chain back."
Havoc was just looking out for my safety, but what he was telling me was the total opposite of how my pops raised me. When I got to the projects, I called Fakey and he told me he had to go to the studio with Nas and we could meet by the Hit Factory in Manhattan. Mind you, I was by myself. No army, no gang, no soldiers. Just me and my nine Ruger. Even if I'd wanted a gang I didn't have anybody to turn to because my gang was telling me, "don't do it don't go." The only person who said he would roll with me was Jonathan Lighty (Chris Lighty of Violator Management's brother) and I didn't even ask him to roll.
When I got to the Hit Factory, Fakey and Cormega met me outside and Fakey put my chain on my neck. It made me feel like a herb, like he was doing me a favor or something.
"You ok?" Mega asked.
"Yeah," I said. My eye was turning black from being punched in the nose. Fakey and Mega looked at me shaking their heads as if feeling sorry for me.
"Wanna come to Nas' session with us?" Fakey asked.
"fu*k it, why don't" I wanted to show them I wasn't scared, so we walked into the session. I talked to Fakey and Nas about Worm. Fakey kept telling me he didn't know Worm was going to go that and blah blah blah. As long as Fakey gave me my chain back, he wasn't a problem for now. But Worm was definitely going to get dealt with ASAP.
After the lame setup that Fakey and Worm pulled at the Tunnel, the very next Sunday Worm was walking around the Tunnel and one of my boys from Hempstead cracked his face open with a Moet bottle. Worm didn't know who broke that bottle on his face or why, so just to tell people he'd gotten revenge, the Sunday after that Worm went back to the Tunnel with a gun and opened fire on a random parked car. After shooting half of his gun clip into the car, killing the young man in the driver's seat and wounding the others, Worm tried to run off but three undercover cops jumped out of a car right next to the car Worm shot up, yelling "Freeze! Drop the gun."
Worm fired shots at the cops while running to his car with the cops chasing and shooting at him. The cops shot up Worm's ride, ridding his body with bullets and almost killing him. Worm got fifty years to life.
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icame4wo;2460109 said:did 50 put this out with his book thing, the same way he did rick ross baby mamma?
how pac had beef with e-money bags, i thought they was tight?
Pac was never that tite with EMoneyBags in the first place...he was Stretch and Majestys dude. LOL @ P sayin Stretch is Nobles cousin thats bullshit Noble never even knew Stretch....he hooked up with Pac thru Fatal and Kadafi. dont get me wrong P a cool cat but that story about the quad shootin is bullshit.
Pac loved BIG dearly so i dont think he would go at son for no reason imo he must have felt betrayed...whether he was right or wrong i dont know.
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b@squ1@t redux
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once i start reading i cant stop omg
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freepostking
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I might have to go out and get this book. Looks interesting.
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Just think, this guy has been dissed by 2pac also stretch was also mentioned about switching sides so how can you believe what P is saying, also ATLEAST Pac tried to get his guns!.. When the fght went down notice how his man had P behind him, cutting and slicing...behind his man not in the fight...Notice he got punched AFTER the cops came in view and Murray didnt get arrested and P dumped his gun all the while the cops were there.!!!
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blackstarr;2461410 said:On the Lakey/Worm robbery:
When I got to the Hit Factory, Fakey and Cormega met me outside and Fakey put my chain on my neck. It made me feel like a herb, like he was doing me a favor or something.
"You ok?" Mega asked.
"Yeah," I said. My eye was turning black from being punched in the nose. Fakey and Mega looked at me shaking their heads as if feeling sorry for me.
"Wanna come to Nas' session with us?" Fakey asked.
"fu*k it, why don't" I wanted to show them I wasn't scared, so we walked into the session. I talked to Fakey and Nas about Worm. Fakey kept telling me he didn't know Worm was going to go that and blah blah blah. As long as Fakey gave me my chain back, he wasn't a problem for now. But Worm was definitely going to get dealt with ASAP.
might be an interesting book, but i already know its a lot of bullshit, like this right here mega going to a nas session? and the whole shit with ice and mega just chillin in the car the whole time
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b@squ1@t redux
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ayo john B you the greatest rnb singer of all time straight up sonson
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its....JOHN B
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blackstarr;2453611 said:Thx to brother dre for the hook up
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On his beef w/ NAs:
Nas dropped a song called "Build and Destroy" a few months later and in the lyrics he took shots at me all of a sudden: "Prodigy used to be my man, through all the robberies..." At the end of the song, he said something about how he was still cool with me, that I needed to stop hanging around certain people, those people being Cormega and Bars N Hooks. Nas went from playing me close in the studio next door, to asking me to be on his QB project, to intercepting my artists from QB because he didn't know who the new talent was, since he'd stopped going to Queensbridge, to calling my crib trying to befriend me after ten years to playing a part in my movie, to "Prodigy used to be my man". What? Was this fool schizo?
People in QB told me that Nas made that song because he was mad at me for doing a song with Cormega on which Mega took shots at Nas in his verse. Mega didn't like Nas ever since Nas booted him out of the Firm and had started dissing Nas for a living. But I didn't diss him, Mega did. Why you not confronting Mega? I wondered of Nas. You scared? Why didn't you fight Mike Delorean (Barz N Hookz) when he choked you up in the studio? You scared? I asked a Braveheart for my chain back? Bullsh*t. I didn't ask for nothing, I went and got mines back, by myself, when some of my boys from QB told me not to. Why would Nas dis me in that song?
it always was a mystery to me whether prodigy was dissing nas on thun n kicko, it seemed pretty blatant he was taking shots but heard that it wasnt towards nas, but he is leaving out parts there was a track he did over one of the firm beats taking shots at nas, thats what i always thot nas was talking about when he said "he would say his little slick shit and act real funny"
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blackstarr;2461406 said:On Snoop running from Death Row:
40 Glocc and his people met us at the Shrine Auditorium for the Source Awards the following day. We all had on custom-made football jerseys with Hennessy, E&J, Seagram's, Thug Passion, Bacardi, and other liquor names embroidered on the front and our names on the back so our crew would stand out in the crowd. Lil' Kim flew out to perform the "Quiet Storm" remix with us and brought the whole Junior Mafia crew. Our dressing room was connected to Lil' Kim's so my crew drank and smoked with them until taking our seats two rows from the front of the stage at showtime. Tupac's group the Outlawz were seated directly in front of us. It was your first time seeing each other since the beef, and because so many of my boys were there I didn't want to make the Outlawz uncomfortable. So I made small talk with them to let them know it was all good now.
The famous Polo model Tyson Beckford was also seated in front of us and he pulled a gallon of Hennessy from under his seat, then showed it to Havoc and me. We told him to pass the bottle back and thugged the whole gallon. I didn't drink that hardcore sh*t anymore but I had to take care of my boys. When the Houston rapper Scarface, seated in the row to our left, saw my team drinking, he was like, "What's up, man?" as if he wanted a cup. So we poured him one. By the time I gave Tyson back his bottle it was mostly gone.
Mobb Deep was the final act of the night. Smoke filled the stage with the thunder from the "Quiet Storm" intro while Havoc slowly drove a Caddy truck onstage and hopped out when his verse began. The crowd erupted. I hopped out along with Noyd, who was holding a gallon of Seagram's gin, jumping around as it spilled all over. After Havoc's verse, Noyd opened the back door of the truck and assisted the Queen B Lil Kim out while she spit her verse, "Ayo Prodigy, tell 'em what it is dun," Kim concluded, and I screamed, "Yo it's the real!" Our boys in the crowd were wildin' like we were inside the Tunnel back in NYC and the Shrine went nuts.
After my verse, a gang of Death Row Bloods came storming through the entrance and charging down the aisle from both sides. They ran to the stage while we were chanting the last words of our chorus, chasing Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre. Snoop, who was with his crew Tha Eastsidaz, ran out the back exit while his boy Tray-Dee stayed and fought a handful of Death Row dudes, whippin' their asses all by himself. The Shrine Auditorium turned into pandemonium with small fights breaking out in the crowd.
really?....
[video=youtube;JAc40mUhVKI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAc40mUhVKI[/video]
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gee757;2462459 said:damn i aint know stretch & young noble was cousinz but pussy p is talkin real wreckless...
they not cousins they never even met
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