Oddly enough, I was a little disappointed that it wasn't actually a daily blog about mathematics.
I did read it though, and for somebody who is talking about how rough it is blogging on the regular, you'd think he'd at least be getting a couple bucks from google adsense or something.
Tragedy Khadafi is a good dude [||]. He doesn???t, however, get the recognition he deserves. He was a junior member of the legendary Juice Crew, he mentored and actually named Havoc (of ???Mobb Deep??? fame), he discovered CNN (Capone ???N- Noriega) and was fully responsible for their classic underground LP The War Report. He was also featured on the only diss record fired back against 2pac and the Dogg Pound during the East-West coast beef (???LA, LA,??? also featuring Mobb Deep and C-N-N).
So the year is 1999 and Trag is feeling a bit down (cause life has a way of kicking a nigga???s ass every now and then). To cheer him up, I suggest that we head to a party that Gorilla Pimp Sean Combs is throwing cross-town. We get to the joint and are ushered into the V.I.P. section which looked great. The walls were draped with some velvety red curtains and the chicks were definitely on some video ho pop off material. Around midnight, Diddy steps in the club and decides to open up the bar in our section. Trag and I go apeshit and start throwing drinks back like we had been stranded in the Sahara desert for 15 days with no canteen in sight.
After an hour of doing some serious man-style drinking, Puff ups the ante (along with some other baller crews chilling in the cut) and decides its time to treat the crowd to bottles of Cristal. This was a few years before Jay-Z said it wasn't cool to drank Cristal no no'. Word. The wait staff starts bringing out mad ice buckets stocked with yellow bottles and it???s on. Almost everyone in the area has access to at least 2.5 of their own bottles of the fine bubbly. Everything is going real perfecto, chicks looking and smelling good, dancing, trees is burning, niggas is all types of happy with no types of gun talk in the air, the dj (I think it was Flex) is spinning hit after hit after blood clot hit, we???re partying like it???s, well, um, 1999 and Trag is smiling [||].
Anyways, after downing our respective second bottles of Cris, Trag pulls me to the side with a real serious and concerned look in his eye and asks me where the men???s room is. [||]. In my blissfully drunken state, I explain that it's past the V.I.P. ropes, through the dance floor (jam packed with about 700 sweaty dancing patrons), up the crowded narrow ass stairs, right behind the capacity filled lounge, where finally, there???s probably a line with a wait time of about 10-15 minutes. He processes the information and says ???cool.??? A few minutes later, there???s like one unattended bottle of Cris left, and from the corner of my eye, I spot Trag grabbing it along with the effin ice bucket, greedy ass motherfucker!
I think nothing of it, but I soon start craving for some more of that free elixir so I make my way to said last bottle that Trag placed back in its bucket. I reach for the bottle and out of nowhere, Trag grabs my wrist and says all stern like, ???Dude, chill, you had enough.??? I???m getting pissed now cause it aint right to cock block a free bottle of Cris. ???Yo, why you hoggin the bottle dude???? I ask, and he pulls me to the side and explains, ???I just took the ice bucket behind one???a these velvety red curtain-like drapes and pissed like a gallon???s worth in it!???
Minutes later, as some fine ass Latin mommies make their way to the bottle and start going to town on its contents like it's going out of style, cute ass brown hands all up in the pissy warm ice bucket and guzzling like it ain???t nobody???s business, I wonder if they even realize that their bubbly was a tad bit warm.[/b]
Btw, my man Trag is currently upstate doing a bid on some nonesenical shit. My knicca, hold yer head high man, there's more bottles waiting out here for you on the get out.
When is Z** gonna start blogging all his industry secrets?
For real, this is why blogging isn't all bad.
Look for me to do something similar around the fifth or sixth of Nevuary. The game is to be sold not told. I really enjoy reading what dude writes and trust I've got stories for days, but I'm not really trying to put people on blast like that.
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Oddly enough, I was a little disappointed that it wasn't actually a daily blog about mathematics.
I did read it though, and for somebody who is talking about how rough it is blogging on the regular, you'd think he'd at least be getting a couple bucks from google adsense or something.
for the disappointed
For real, this is why blogging isn't all bad.
But his followup post--in which he threatens to "body" Russell Simmons--was just silly. Although it did provide me with a huge laugh via the comments:
Look for me to do something similar around the fifth or sixth of Nevuary. The game is to be sold not told. I really enjoy reading what dude writes and trust I've got stories for days, but I'm not really trying to put people on blast like that.