Posts Tagged ‘Hip Hop’

This ratchet, convoluted, fuck-shit ass tale of awfulness just continues to get deeper!

IP(Industry Pussy), aka Raqi Thunda, stopped by Power 105’s Breakfast Club and sat down with Charlamagne, Angela Yee, and DJ Envy to talk all things Love and Hip Hop.

If you’ve kept up with this new season, and you’re an asshole if you haven’t, Raqi is Joe Budden’s supposed BFF, but Tahiry, Joe’s ex, ain’t feeling her and thinks something more is going on.

And seeing Joe and Raqi’s emotional and physical exchanges, I’m pretty sure he’s fucking her.

Both have repeatedly denied poppin’ off, even though this hoe is talking about having seen Budden ass-naked, poppin mollies with him, and can tell you the thread-count on his Target sheets.

In this Breakfast Club interview, Raqi slips up a little.  At the 1:11 mark, she says “..there was another woman in his house already(Esther Baxter) when we began fu…,” before cleaning it up with, “..became friends.”  Peep the clip and pay attention to her body language:

Now it is as clear as the lube required for Raqi’s tight ass, Joe Budden has pumped it up!  If you’re smart- and you’re here so why wouldn’t you  be- you see this sloppy chick was about to say “when we began fucking.”

She is right about one thing though- why does Tahiry give a fuck?  Because she is also stuck on this weird nigga Joe, of course.

Love, hate, or indifferent, Joe knows what to tell these hoes.  It has to be the talk game, because I refuse to believe it’s the sequinned lamb-skin vests and all that wild shit dude’s been wearing since he’s been back on drugs.

Love and Hip Hop NY can literally feature just Joe Budden- there’s enough fuckery swirling around that nigga to easily fill an hour of programming on VH1.  No one gives a shit about Yandy and Menfeeces, or Consequence and his Mr. Ed grill, refusing to pay for his son’s first birthday party.  No sir, not here.  Just give me Joe and the Hoes(though Rich brings some hoes to the table too).

And how does Joe’s current girlfriend, Razortooth, feel about everything?  Apparently like merkin’ niggas:

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I’ma keep it G my ninjas, I didn’t really thoroughly examine this joint just yet. I’m still on that Love & Hip Hop NY shit with Tahiry fine ass!

What I do know is this ninja Tip snapped on this one! Jeezy and 2 Chainz did numbers, but post-probation T.I. been shittin’!

Check it out:

This fuckin’ guy just can’t get right!  If you remember a week back, we got at Shyne for being a walking, talking L since coming home from prison.

It wasn’t all bad though.

We gave him a plan to get poppin’ again, suggesting he shoot it out with some ice cold and morbidly depressed rapper.  You know, someone like a Bow Wow, or in a similar lane.

Well Shyne listened, and has sparked the beef on Twitter!  Who did he choose to get at?  Meek Mill!

No nigga!  We’re no Meek fans here, but he’s popping right now and we’re loving his beef with Cassidy!  Where the fuck does a Shyne Po fit into that equation?  Not only is he completely irrelevant, but he’s awful.  Can’t rap for shit anymore.

We have no time for this type of fuckery Po, and if you aren’t going to be serious just do us ALL a favor and add a little Clorox to your Ciroc.

Check out the video, courtesy of Forbez DVD:

Say it ain’t so!  Chief Keef, the gangsterist lil ninja to take hip hop by storm since Chi Ali, cooperating with authorities?  Word Sosa?

If you haven’t heard yet, you probably don’t have the internet and minds well kill yourself.

If you do have the hook up, Keef had been in trouble with his probation officer for moving from Dolton to Northbrook without notifying anyone.

He also hasn’t been heard from since his album dropped on December 18th, and his probation officer tried, unsuccessfully, to reach him on a few occasions.

If you remember, Keef had another incident with the terms of his probation a few months back when, as pictured above, he held a gun for a photoshoot.  He was able to escape jail in that incident after meeting with a Chicago judge, so you just KNOW he was getting clinked up if any more shit jumped off!  Right?

If I miss a meeting, my P.O. is putting a warrant out immediately!  Yet, not only was Keef never arrested, but at a January 2nd hearing on the matter, a judge ruled there wasn’t any credible evidence that Chief Keef  had indeed relocated his residence.

My nigga found a technicality in changing addresses!  Bang Bang!

Translation:  leave this nigga alone, bitches love Sosa!  So what you ain’t heard from him, he’s been partying hoe, obviously burnin’ down that kush, drinking Ciroc, popping mollies and sweating in celebration of the album!  Can he live hoe?  Damn!

This marks the 2nd time in the last 4 months the I Don’t Like hitmaker has avoided prison over two seemingly obvious, public, violations.  When T.I. got caught poppin’ pills in LA, they sent that nigga RIGHT back to jail- and he’s got a B.E.T. Award for fucks sake!

Now, we know that Tip got off extremely light on gun charges to begin with, but this Chief Keef nigga ain’t got no damn T.I. money!

Conclusion: this dude MUST be telling!

It makes perfect sense.  He went from street kid to recording artist, from the hood with the gangstas to bringing the gangstas to his home to record videos, and from honoring the G code of silence to giving interviews all around the country.  Could he be shining light on the streets of Chicago to assist police?

And who could forget when he dry snitched on his team after Lil Jojo was gunned down last fall?

That murder, which seemed easy when you weighed all the circumstances, remains unsolved- coincidence?  Or is this ninja cuttin’ deals under the table to avoid prosecution?

I don’t fam!  Something ain’t adding up here, and that’s why math is that shit I don’t like!

Yooooooo, this shit go H.A.M.!!!

Don’t get it twisted, Big Boi still need that ‘ole thang back(fingers crossed Andre 3000 stop treatin’ this nigga like a scorned hoe), but T.I. and Luda both brought that fire on this one.  I’m an up north nigga, but this jawn brought me back to that 2003 A-Town shit.



My nigga! Let us all salute Mr. Kanye West, aka Yeezus, for showing the world not only that it is OKAY to strong-arm an (alleged) hoe’s whole operation, but also for showing us HOW!

It’s about time we dispel this, “you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife,” shit. Of course you can fool. In fact, a hoebag makes the very best kind of housewife:

– She’s a trophy to parade around your hatin, bum ass friends

– Said friends will believe they can beat, which will either serve as comic relief or let you know what’s what and who’s who

– If shit don’t work out, she knows other hoes who, by that point, would’ve already tried you! YOUR girl a superstar all from a home movie? Don’t get it twisted, there are millions of home movies all over the web, but only ONE has turned a sloppy, haphazard hoe into an A-list celebrity. Kim Kardashian bitches!

Tonya Harding tried it…didn’t work. Eve had one with Stevie J back in the day…we passed. The hoes from Flavor of Love…no thanks. Montana Fisburne..fuck outta here. Paris Hilton‘s tapes? She was sort of out there for a minute, but today no one gives a fuck.

Kim’s pimp hand is not to be slept on. She blew way past Ray-J in celebrity, the little singing ass joker who used to live with Brandy. Kim turned this sextape into a clothing line, jewelry, TV shows, paid appearances and all kinds of other crap.

The truest measure of a pimp: you ain’t shit unless you can put your homeys on! The other Kardashian sisters? Radio shows, TV shows, one of them married an NBA baller for fuck’s sake! Scott Disick has a restaurant and has become some sort of asshole pseudo-celebrity. The little punk ass brother, Rob, takes down incredible women, has a bunch of twitter followers, hops between mansions (and has his own couch in each one) and sells socks. Mothafuckin socks my ninja!

You don’t have to like any of these highfalutin ass hoebags, but I’ll be damned if their hustle isn’t to be respected. You think Lindsay Lohan could’ve bagged herself a Kanye West or Lamar Odom? She can’t even dome her way out of trouble anymore.

And this all brings us back to the man they call Yeezy. He wasn’t fucking around, not even a little bit y’all, and that’s how you have to be. Reggie Bush was confused and Kris Humphries dumbass was plain clueless.

Yeezy? That man made sure he paraded this woman around and promptly knocked the bitch up like “you ain’t goin’ nowhere!”

Let this serve as a lesson. In 2013, your “clique” ain’t flocking right unless you keep a transitioning hoe on your arm fam! G’s up all the time, and salute KimYe!

Peep the trailer for “The Spot” starring Radric “Gucci Mane” Davis, aka Gu-Wop, and ATL affialliate Rocko– courtesy of TURNUP TV:

Holy shit this looks terrible, but I’ll surely be checking for anything involving Gucci wild, country bumpkin ass.