Throwback...Allhiphops Trials of TQ! Dope ass read

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What can you do with 50 whips? You spend most of your time on the road! When you get home, them sh*ts don’t even start! What’s the difference between an S Class and a Maybach? The 200 stacks that you can use buying Chevys for all your homies…

Do u really need another $100,000 chain when you have two at home in the safe already? F**k No! I’d use that bread for more rooms on the road so my 70 ni**as ain’t gotta pile up six or eight to a room. Or maybe I could put it in my ni**as pockets so they ain’t gotta hit the block when we come home… Sh*t, it’s a whole lotta sh*t that ni**as can do with extra money. Ask Master P…

Anyway, I flexed on Sony. I’m a G with the paperwork. I got myself outta that deal and made them pay me for it. I got into negotiations with Cash Money, and I figured that it would take a while. See, my lawyer had got his hands on a copy of Juve’s contract just to see what we were up against. It was some bullsh*t! A slave deal with a million holes in it. He made sure mine had two million. He said, “T, I do not advise you to do a deal with these cats, but since you’re gonna do it anyway, I want to make sure that it’s easy to get out of. It’s gonna take some time…” It took eight months.

In the meantime, just to keep sh*t rolling, my lawyer got me a song deal with his father, Mr. Clive Davis at Arista. Soon after they wrote me a check, Mr. Davis left the company, and I was free and clear after turning in a couple of pop joints for LFO, N-Sync, and the UK supergroup, Anotha Level. Now that’s gangsta!

I was still young. My lawyer knew that I was gonna jump at them Cash Money dollars, so he made it unnecessary. I wasn’t trippin’. When the deal gets done, I’ll be ready for work. He got it done right before Christmas… Ho, Ho, Ho muthaf**kas!

The next call I got was from Baby. “It’s your turn, Homie!” “I need you by my side dawg!” I packed up my sh*t and bounced to New Orleans. Baby’s sister Kim picked me up from the airport. She had a bunch of keys and some bread for me. The most important thing she had for me was advice on how to deal with her little brother. See me and Kim was cool from the beginning. That’s my dawg! She was a real TQ fan, and I love her for that. She informed me that they called her brother “Baby” for obvious reasons and to always remember that. I did… It didn’t matter though.

I’m a man. I’m always gonna be at least that. I had a career before I met CMR, and they was gonna respect that if nothing else. I stood up to Baby. He’d talk crazy to me, and I’d talk crazy back. He respected that and still does. I had my own sh*t. Whenever he’d get to trippin’, I’d be quick to say, “Man f**k you!” and leave Yokohama tracks in his driveway.

N.O. was just like Compton. I could go anywhere by myself and it was love - pretty much. I wasn’t going to the Callio alone pimp… call me what you want! LOL! As long as I was at the studio or on the bus when I was supposed to be there, we’d laugh it off and split a bottle of Cris’…

But where was everybody else? Where the f**k is BG? Nile? Turk? The ni**as that were responsible for me being here were not here. That I didn’t understand… Then Baby told me about his “expansion” plan. He was making deals for a Cash Money West headed by Mack 10. He was gonna sign Gillie the Kid outta Philly, and Boo and Gotti, Mikkey, and Strings from Chicago. Sounded great to me! Especially the Mack 10 part…

My one question remained. Where the f**k are the Hot Boys? I finally found out…

 

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The Secrets Behind Cash Money's "Jailhouse Love

A Team…

That always got me going. When I used to play football, my coaches always made sure we focused on that. It takes a team to win… That’s what made me jump at signing to Cash Money. It looked like a bunch of ni**as playing their part to win. A team.

That’s some sh*t that I fit well in. I always have. But in my career up until that point, I never really had one. It was always me against the world – a.k.a. me against a f**k a** record company…

These ni**as rolled with their bosses. I rode on Slim’s bus, ya dig? Ni**a, I saw Tommy Mattola twice! Do the math… If my bread was late, I didn’t have to have my manager call this person to “check on it” with that person or none of that sh*t.

I could walk my a** into Popeyes with Baby and quietly ask him, “Where the f**k is my money?” Now he could in return quietly tell me to, “Get the f**k outta his face” which he did on several occasions, but hey it is what it is. You the boss bruh…we don’t eat seeds on the West Coast though.

Like I said before, Baby doesn’t owe me a dime. Now he’d come around late every once in a while, but hey, who doesn’t? I think this is why I turned a deaf ear to all the rumors going on around me. Now New Orleans was like my second home at this point. I had been living there for about a year. There was a lotta chatter going on in the city about this big rift going on inside of Cash Money. I loved New Orleans, so I stayed in the streets when I was there. The streets talked.

Even though I was signed to Cash Money, I had some real TQ fans down here way before that. They would see me in the streets and tell me what’s going on within my own camp! Like they was trying to look out for a ni**a, you know? I found out that that Juve wasn’t f**kin with us no more in the streets. Some ni**as saw me at the Daiquiri Shop and and told me all about it over some Hurricanes. Same thing when Lil Turk said "f**k’em"… BG told me out of his mouth.

Can you imagine that feeling? It’s like, “What the f**k did I do?” I swear everywhere I went in the city, my fans were asking me why I signed with them “fake a** ni**as”… Fake a** ni**as… That was the theme. Everybody seemed to consider Cash Money as some “Fake a** ni**as”… Dawg, I’m from Los Angeles, ya dig? I’m just listening, making observations, and trying to be a diplomat.

It got to the point where I wouldn’t drive Baby’s sh*t no more. Too hot. I was finding out that that in New Orleans, most ni**as didn’t f**k with Brian Williams. “Call somebody and ship some of my sh*t down here!” I ain’t bout to get in a twist over some of this ni**as sh*t. Everywhere I go there’s somebody talking bad about this man in his own city! What the f**k? Nobody got sh*t good to say!

I’ll never forget the day we were in Baby’s old neighborhood shooting the video for “What Happened to That Boy.” He walked me over to this cat that he wanted me to meet. He was like, “T, you know how y’all got them ni**as out there that you call OG’s? Well you ‘bout to meet my OG…” I was kinda pumped as we walked over to the ni**a cuz I’m figuring I’m about to get some game. Man did I! The ni**a had just got out the pen.

 

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We walked up to him, and Baby introduced us. I noticed that the cat wouldn’t look at Bird. Dude was like, “Yeah man I know who you are. We used to listen to your sh*t in Angola… I don’t know why you signed to this pussy ni**a tho… He ain’t gonna do sh*t but jack ya style and put you on the shelf. I hope you got your paperwork right with this bitch…”

I’m like, “Huh?” I’m lookin’ at Baby, then I look at the cat and I’m waiting on somebody to laugh or somethin’! Talk about a crazy ten seconds…Baby’s phone rings and saves his a**. He walks away. The OG tells me “Later Wo” and walks the other way. The lil’ ni**as in the projects who were sitting on the curb watching all this bust out laughing. Man I didn’t know what to feel… But that sh*t was funny though. That ni**a didn’t crack a smile! LOL.

Too much funny sh*t was going on at Cash Money. This ni**a Stunna would have a fit about me being out by myself. I’d tell him to chill out! Man I ain’t stupid. I don’t run around •••eled up like you. I don’t keep cash on me like you and my thang thang is registered to me, unlike yours. Chill the f**k out! Make no mistake, this ni**a is a boss. He’d send somebody behind me I guess. Sometimes the ni**a would call and blow on me about being where I was at the moment. The ni**a would say, “Get the f**k from ‘round there!” and I’d get the f**k from ‘round there. Quick too…

See this ni**a was the head of my team. I did what he asked me to do. I used to hate that sh*t though man…How did he know my every move? I wonder now if that ni**a was concerned with my safety or did he just not want me to hear his city sh*t on him… I don’t know man. Sh*t started leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

We did a whole Hot Boyz record with no Hot Boyz in the studio. I never saw Juve when we did Project English. The new movie that we were gonna do got scrapped because Nile wouldn’t do it. Baby owed them money man… Big time. Every last one of them… [Mannie] Fresh and Wayne were just being loyal and waiting it out I guess… Meanwhile all the new cats were working like slaves in the studio and not getting anything out.

Me, Gillie, Mikkey, Strings, Boo & Gotti, and Lac & Stone were in the studio with Fresh taking a whole bunch of old CMR sh*t and making it hot for the day. We’d give Baby the sh*t he asked for and then Fresh would make us our own sh*t on the sly. That was the best part about Cash Money to me. Muthaf**kin’ Mannie Fresh… When Bird was gone, we’d really get down. We gave that ni**a so many songs I could kick myself… He still got a bunch of sh*t! Win some, lose some right? He won that one.

Too much funny sh*t was going on at Cash Money. I’m sitting at the house in the East one day Wayne comes in and walks over to Baby and kisses him in the mouth. I didn’t just see that so I ain’t gonna say sh*t. When Wayne gets ready to leave, they do it again.

I guess some of them other ni**as recognized the look on my face and ran to the rescue. “T, don’t trip, that’s jailhouse love.” Jailhouse love? What the f**k? Them two ni**as and never been to jail! I’ve sent my fair share of Kites homie and I ain’t never heard of two ni**as kissing as being jailhouse love unless they was… ya dig? That sh*t was disturbing to me pimp. They say it’s a father-son thing. Ni**a I ain’t kissing my daddy in the mouth!

To each his own… I ain’t questioning a ni**a's sexuality cuz I just don’t get down like that, and I know for a fact that both of them cats like women. But it f**ks me up when them ni**as do that sh*t in public… Everybody always asks me about that picture. Well did y’all forget about 106 and Park?? Ni**a, my neighborhood rode me for months about that sh*t… I had to speak on it cuz y’all wanted to know.

That’s my spin on the whole “kissing” sh*t. I’m done with it.

 

[blackstarr]

Going independant

We got the Fourth of July coming up, and I wanna take a lil’ time to liberate myself. Congrats to our man Barack for doing the damn thang! Can y’all believe this sh*t???? I'm glad I'm here to see it!

Anyway, it seems like the last two installments of this column have ruffled some feathers... Sorry to hear that. The truth hurts.

What's f**ked up is that all these hater sites have taken my words and twisted them up into the "National Hate Cash Money" campaign. Well, I ain’t a member.

Seems a lotta folks still can't read.

This is AllHipHop. Keyword ALL. This site was nice enough to allow me to tell ALL of MY story. ALL of it. Just like any other story being told in its entirety, you’re gonna have good parts and bad, ups and downs, f**k sh*t and not so f**k sh*t. It ain't no difference.

I'm speaking to you about the true events that happened to me in my career as they happened. Period. Why did I tell my business about being in a slave deal with Sony Publishing? Cuz that’s what it was! Make sure you don't get in one.

Why say that Cash Money was on some bullsh*t? Cuz they were! They wasn't putting my album out, so they was on some bullsh*t! LOL! Wouldn’t you feel the same way if it was you? Why comment on Wayne and Baby kissing? Not because I give a f**k...Because I'm in the picture! Watch them f**kin cameras... If I woulda known one was there, I woulda ducked! You get it?

If I was gonna hate on somebody to boost my album sales, I woulda went for the gusto and hated on Hanna Montana! Now she's got sh*tload of fans, you dig? I'm just talkin’ bout the sh*t that I’ve been through and giving you my opinion on it. Feel free to disagree.

I think Baby shoulda checked Kellz for that bullsh*t he pulled on that Best of Both Worlds II album, cuz that was wack. Treat a man like a man and call him and say wuzzup, ya dig? I can think that all I want, cuz it’s my opinion, but I can write it cuz I spent a lotta time in the studio with them ni***s working on that sh*t. Feel me? Real simple.

F**k the sex playing. Calling ni***s gay is not cosigning what I'm saying. It’s a free world, but don't involve me, cuz I don't give a f**k about all that sh*t, and sexuality is a female subject. Men talk about sports, cars, money, and pu**y... and not in that order.

TO ALL CASH MONEY HATERS... We don't have room over here for y’all. There are many places on the net for you to vent your frustrations. Please save this area for TQ haters only!

 

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LOL...

And just to shut down any "rumors"... Ni**as aint "seeing" sh*t in the streets but what they saw the last time they saw each other: Frankie Beverly and Maze at Essence Fest... Ooh Weeh! If that went over ya head, don't worry bout it. N.O., holla if ya hear me!

Now that that’s over...

Here I was back home in L.A. trying to figure out my next move. My Cash Money contract stated that if I didn't take my option on the fourth year, I couldn’t release a major album for 18 months. My manager had started talking to Warner about a label situation before I left Cash Money. She figured it was a dead-end situation at CMR, and started working on a plan B.

Baby didn't have any rights to me as a label, and if I did a distribution-only deal and released my own album under my label, it wouldn’t be considered a major release, and and I wouldn't have to pay him a dime. Sh*t sounded good to me...

I also had what is called a “re-recording restriction.” This means that I couldn’t use any of the songs that I recorded there for a period of three years. Three years from what? There goes my lawyer and his "holes" again. He argued that because there was no specification, it meant three years from when they were recorded. That freed up most of the early music that I did with [Mannie] Fresh.

See, I used to steal my music. LOL! If that’s even possible...Any records that I was on, I'd go back to the studio and get copies from the engineers in exchange for weed and VIP passes. Baby was stockpiling all that sh*t, and he wasn't trying to hear ni***s playing sh*t for they hood and all that. You wanna hear your music? Go ride on his bus, cuz that’s what he was playing, over and over again!

F**k that sh*t! I had to get my songs to my publisher to get registered. I had to stay in front of the game. A lotta ni***s' missing checks broke they necks... Not the kid! LOL! When them ni***s left, I'd pull out the paperwork, write down all my copyright splits, and lyrics, and fax that sh*t from studio to Sony. Most of our sh*t in them days was registered before it was mixed! But I'm not a grimey dude. I turned in the splits as they really were. Correct percentages.

Anyway, I did the deal with WEA, got a couple of joints that I had done with Fresh, and started on my first independent album, Listen.

First thing you learn about being independent is that it’s a whole lot more work. Now I gotta book studio time, coordinate photo shoots, get flights, approve artwork, stay on top of my distributor about sales and product placement, and worst of all, answer every f**kin call that comes to my office cuz it might be some money...

Did I bargain for all of this? Can I handle it?

I've always seemed to make something out of nothing. I was born in Mobile, Alabama, and we didn't have sh*t. I moved to Watts when I was a year old, and we didn’t have sh*t. Moms married Pop when I was three, and we moved to Compton. Guess what we had when we moved there? You got it. Not a muthaf**king piss pot to piss in. Some kind of way, through the grace of God, I’d made it thus far.

At eight dollars a record, I should be able to go further than I've ever been, and stay my ass there... If I can sell 150,000 units, I can ride off with a ticket after expenses. Pull this off five times over the next four years and I’ma buy me big ass boat, move to Spain, and go fishing everyday with a bad ass chick! F**k all this work!

Seemed easy enough! I dropped Listen independently in August of ’04 - and I learned another valuable lesson. It takes a bunch of dough to break a record. By the time the album dropped, I was in the hole a couple stacks. I hit the road heavy. I hit up all the cities where I was getting airplay, and some where I just had a fanbase. I bought a tour bus, cuz I had given a lot of my homies jobs on the road, and that was the most efficient way to travel.

We was running around the West, brown paper bagging all day everyday. “No Olive Garden tonite boys…There goes a Popeyes! Pull over!” LOL!

I recognized something. I got all this from Baby. I watched this ni**a work and subconsciously his formula is the one I'm following. Make your money. Spend somebody else’s. You don't recognize the importance until you’re the one calling the shots. Dude would have us doing parties in bullsh*t spots, and I'm like what the f**k? Why are we here? I learned the answer real quick when I got on my own.

Checks come every 60 days. This bus needs gas every other day. These ni***s need their per diem and salaries weekly. Bus driver starts bitching every Thursday, cuz of all the "free" overdrives that he's given me outta the "kindness of his heart” – yeah, whatever! Taking all shows, parties, weddings, bar mitzvas, funerals, and whatever the f**k else yall got! I need some f**king money!

WEA ships 10,000 units...

10,000??? What??? Man them sh*ts was gone in a day! I'm getting calls from everywhere that peeps can't find my record! I couldn’t f**king believe it. My distributor tells me how excited they are that we sold out of all of our units! Man who gives a f**k? Y’all recouped today! I didn't make a dime! They had basically done 20k worth of promo with retailers. Do the math. First week sales, less my cut... They made all their money back.

At this point I'm itching. If I'm gonna lose, then I may as well had stayed a CMR. F**k losing. I watched one of the best do this. I can do it. WEA was not in this. I gotta act as if I have no partner. I found my own manufacturers and started making my own copies. I got with all the indie records shops. I could and gave them a better price on my records than my distributor. No Soundscan. If they were scanned, I'd get busted... Feel me?

I was renegading! I'd give boxes of promo singles, t-shirts and videos to barber shops, clothing stores, and liquor stores in the hood and let them sell them if they allowed me to put up posters and sell my albums. Whatever I had to do not to lose money, I did it. I didn't lose. Didn't make sh*t either though… until it dropped overseas.

Back over the pond I go - gotta get the dough.

Tune in next time for "Foreign Affairs." I’ma introduce y’all to my three best friends: The Pound, The Euro, and the Yen.

 

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The Introduction

Thank God?...My name is TQ. I’m a veteran. This is what I wake up saying in the morning. Every morning. In 2008 you gotta have something to lean on. That’s what I lean on… The fact that I know what Im doing now? A lot of people don’t know me, but for the ones that do, they know what Im talking about. I dropped my first album in 1998. I been around the world since then, and I seen a lot of shit that most people don’t get to see. At least the people I know… I was raised in Compton, California. Nothing came easy. It teaches you how to be an animal about your hustle though. That’s the part I love, because you gotta be an animal in my business. A wild animal… A survivor. Yeah that’s me – a Survivor.

Thanks to AllHipHop, for the next six weeks I’m gonna tell yall how we survive. There’s an epidemic of us selling our souls to put out records and something needs to be done about it. Something needs to be said. Homie, it aint that serious… This column is here for the sole purpose of making you understand that. I’m 15 years in this game, and I’ve done a lotta dumb sh**. That qualifies me to tell you how not to. I get a lot of mail about the business as a whole, and I’ve picked out a couple to touch on each week… Hopefully you get some good food for thought that keeps you from f**kin’ up….I got an album, Paradise coming out April 29th. My label, The HUB Muzic LLC, Gracie Productions, and EMI Distribution have a little joint venture going on, and we gonna see if we can sell some records. I mean, for all the places I’ve been and all the people I’ve touched, with all the mail that I get, I’m thinking some people want to buy some records. Let’s do it…I’m what you call Independent. My records belong to me. From that point, I go about finding people to help me put them out. Nobody makes my decisions. Men and women come together at a table and try to agree on a plan. But if the plan is f**ked up or if it just doesnt work, its on me. I can’t blame anybody… I’m Independent. I’m only gonna get out what I put in so I’m going hard. Hard in the paint…

Some cats watch TV and wanna be what they see. You can’t blame them, but this sh*t takes a lot of work. Most cats don’t understand that. Man I’m always doing something… I got picked up from the studio to go to Prom, Graduation, and a lotta times, school period! Ever since then, I probably spent as much time outta this country as I have in… Its all for my hustle. I write songs on people that I’ve never heard of in countries that Ive never gone to, in languages that I don’t speak. My discography looks like the f**kin’ UN Security Council. You want a song, I’ll write it. Period. Any shape, form, or fashion, I’ll make it happen.
Hustle Simmons Esquire at your service, daddy-o! That’s how I get down. These days you better show some versatility… Ni**as don’t buy records, ya dig?Anyway, I see people in the streets and they’re like, “Man where the hell you been?I used to bump yo shit back in the day! I was wondering what happened to you??” I laugh to myself when I think about it. It has been a long ass time, but I’m still here… That’s saying a lot. I’m not really hurting for sh*t. That says even more… I got my right mind and my soul is in tact. That’s damn near a miracle!This is a cold game. Some cats have the talent, but they ain’t built for it. You gotta be built for it. When I first started, I didn’t have a f**kin’ clue, and I got jerked. My silly a** gave somebody 50% of my copyrights for a measly a** 40k a year. Shit I was a kid! I shoulda been in college or something… I thought I was ballin’! Not knowing that they were making hundreds of thousands off my a** and I was doing all the work… classic example of cummin’ too quick?.

I had a bullshit lawyer and manager and they hopped right in the jerk line. Come to find out all three of us got an advance from the company! But I still had to pay commissions and lawyer fees!!! Them two ni**as was crooks. Can’t blame them. Regardless of how young I was, I shoulda been on my shit. I wasn’t too young to f**kin’ read right?After about two years of that bullsh*t, I finally wised up and shook them ni**as off. What I couldn’t shake off was that punk a** deal they had me signed to… I had to sell some records. I had to place some songs. I had to do something… Stay tuned? I got some game for you.Come check me out next week. Were gonna take this up a notch. We re gonna talk about
They Never Saw Me Coming LOL! That should be very interesting?

 

[Esiam]

Damn that's long read but I've read the 2 first "pages" and fiend to read the other ones later so I'm just bumping this so it gets in my subscriptions... Good read so far, I wondered what ever happened between TQ and CASH MONEY...

 

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Epic Tale Of Fuckery

Thank God …This game is not about talent. Its all about who you know…I guess I knew the right people. For this column, and also not to incriminate anybody, Im gonna call him Santa Monica Jim. He was the one person inside Sony Music Publishing that was willing to show me how to make some bread. He said to me, Man you gotta mean something! In order to better your situation with this company, youve got to bring this company something lucrative that they have the lions share of…go and make your own record, he said. You constantly bring me demos where you sound better than the artist that I place them on. Lets set about making an album for you. You write all the songs… Thats when the light went on in my head. See, I was under contract to turn in ten songs a year. An album of my own would fulfill my commitment and allow me to renegotiate. Now its on…I grew up around rappers. All my homies used to rap. I used to write raps for some of them and they would battle. I had tight raps, but when Id say them they sounded wack. My voice just wasnt built for that sh*t man. I always sang a little bit, so thats what I stuck to. Ive never been comfortable around the R&B, shiny suit, silly-type sh*t. It just aint me. So I knew that if I did my own record itd have to be something totally different from what was out there. I had to be able to be myself. Khakis, Chucks, bang in my white tee…ya dig? Is that sh*t possible for R&B? Can this be pulled off effectively? Dawg, Im not dancin around in tight clothes. Im not making bullshit songs. I gotta look in the mirror and love myself everyday. I gotta sleep well at night

This is the story of They Never Saw Me Coming.This was my first solo album. It was 1997 and a year after Pac passed. Sh*t was not looking good on the West Coast. Now was I Pac? Hell no! Not by a long shot, but I did believe that I had something within me that my people could connect to. The point of this column is the fact that its all about who you know. I found myself a good team…I had just linked up with Mike Mosley to do a song on a Tupac tribute project with Afeni Shakur. This project was a joint venture being funded by a businesswoman whom well call Big Bank Deb for now. The song we did was Westside. At the time I was caught up in a slave deal with Atlantic Records, who wanted me to sing soft ass music and dance around like a Herb. That sh*t was not happening. I turned in song after song of Reality R&B and they refused it ALL! F**k! I was hating life until Westside …They accepted Westside and wanted it to be my single! Finally! But wait a minute… YALL DONT OWN THAT SONG!!!! BIYAAAATCH!!! Westside belonged to Deb… She wouldnt give it up, and Atlantic dropped me. Thank God for that. Seems this lady had a plan already. Put me and Mike in the studio and record an album based on Westside…Sounds good to me. Mike had the beats, Deb had the dough and I had the skills to bring it all together.

They never saw us coming. Andre Harrell did, however. He signed us to a sick deal with Epic records and we walked outta there ballin outta control. Everybody bought new houses and cars and sh*t and felt f**kin great! This is what the music business is all about right? Mr. Chows every other night, chicks, clothes and money! Gotta love it cuz now Im living the MTV life. My album is done. Its hot, and the staff at Epic is going crazy. We drop Westside to rave reviews around the world. It becomes a Top Ten single in about 20 countries.
Im spending more time with the Virgin Atlantic flight attendants than I am with my girlfriend. Sh*t is poppin!!!! Then Andre bounces, and Epic fires the whole U.S. staff… Here comes some bullsh*t.Enter the new improved Epic staff. I call them the Black Suits… I mean these ni**as actually came to work dressed alike! They didnt have a f**king clue. In the first label meeting, I hear, We want you to be the next Ginuwine! What??? Here we go again… Exit TQ… I told them I had to go to the bathroom, went downstairs and had my driver take me to Willy Burger. Ginuwine? Me? Ni**a please! I took my a** overseas where I was really poppin and wouldnt come back. Epic International had their finger on it and were doing an unbelievable job. Deb secured me 33 points on my album, and the masters belonged to us. I wrote every song. The Black Suits meant nothing to me. I didnt even have to accept them ni**as calls.

Then Europe changed over their monetary unit to the Euro. At the time that was $1.70. Do the math. Im staying over here! When I come home Im on vacation, ya dig? I barely touched Gold in the U.S. After Westside came and went, the Black Suits didnt drop another single until six months later. Bye Bye Baby bricked in the U.S. cuz I wouldnt come back to promote it. Before it came out, I remember I was at a convention buying drinks for and smoking out one of the most powerful radio consultants in the business. He told me how much he loved my sh*t but would NEVER play it because the head of radio at my company was banging his wife! He told me this to my face on the balcony! While he was smoking my weed! I wanted to throw his ass over! This is some bullshit!! In Europe and Asia I was on my third single and second concert tour. F**k it! No need to come home, right? Wrong. I had something to take care of. Sony Music Publishing was still sticking it to me. We gotta renegotiate. We did. Gimmie my check, I got a long flight to catch.

Until Dr. Dre called up saying that he needed an opening act for a little tour that he was putting together called Up In Smoke NI**A WHAT? Pencil me in big homie! The rest of the world would have to wait! No airplay in the U.S., janky sales in the US, and my favorite producer of all time, a member my favorite group of all time, wants to put me on stage in front of 20,000 fans for 47 nights? The Black Suits are gonna love this!They didnt. They told me not to go on tour. Go back in the studio and record a new album. Take dance lessons and were gonna buy you some black suits lol! What? Yall ni**as still on this sh*t? That was the end. I told them to eat a d*ck and bounced up outta 550 Madison Ave like a Mannie Fresh beat. We had some bread so I did it myself. I went on tour with Dre, Snoop, Cube, Ren, Mack 10, Dub C, Warren G, Eminem, Xzibit, and the Eastsidaz. It was the most memorable time in my career. Ill never forget that sh*t. It was the greatest concert tour Black music has ever seen, but I no longer had a record deal…Now what?Well a couple months before the tour, I had befriended two hustlers from way down in the jungle deep. Ronald and Brian a.k.a. the Williams brothaz… Maybe I should join the Army…Better yet the Navy. But thats another story…

Tune in next time for the story of CMR…This should be interesting

 

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side note ... Plies claims if he is so fake how did he rise from his own city .... well according to TQ the entire NO thought Baby and cashmoney was fake and look @ them lol ....... but that just proves america can be brought 50 cent voice lol