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Video of Fiddy and Rawse Jr. at Floyd Mayweather's house

At one point, Fiddy and Floyd pull an eiffel tower on poor Rawse Jr.

Album Cover of the Day: Freddie Gibbs

If I didn't Joanna Angel's body better than I know my parents, I'd swear that was her.

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Blind Item: Who's afraid of 50 Cent?

It was revealed the other day that 50 Cent is suing World Star for using his likeness. Combat Jack knew about it a few months ago, but whoever told him was very adamant their name not be mentioned.

And I quote:

A few months ago, a good friend of mine who runs a very big website pulled me to the side and put me on to how Curtis Jackson p/k/a “50 Cent” filed a lawsuit against the urban hip hop website WorldStarHipHop.com. He even sent me a copy of the papers. When I thanked him for the lead and said I was gonna give him a shout out for said lead, his response: “Fuck no man, keep my name the FUCK away from anything in connection with Fifty, that nigga crazy and I don’t ever want it with him. Fuck around, he’ll be shutting my shit down too!” I never got around to dropping that post.

Hmm...

Say what you will about World Star, I appreciate their work with cam hoo-ers. It'd be too bad, if they had to go out of business.

Don’t Sleep on this 50 Cent vs. WorldStarHipHop.Com Lawsuit [Daily Mathematics]

Dey Racis: Rik Cordero films new Clipse video at Obama Fried Chicken

Previously:

• Obama Fried Chicken > Kennedy Fried Chicken
• Obama and Al Sharpton eating fried chicken

R.A. the Rugged Man really does bribe people with hoo-ers

Last week's Village Voice:

As MTV's cameras rolled, [R.A. the Rugged Man] brought out a duct-taped, handcuffed streetwalker he'd just picked up outside to carouse with him onstage, whereupon attendees became visibly unsettled. Things got even more out of control when R.A.'s pals began taunting Murray's crew and throwing speakers at the crowd, eventually inciting a mini-riot. "I figured, let me do whatever the fuck I want to do and go nuts," R.A. tells me recently over a turkey club and cheese fries at a diner near his Harlem apartment. "But it backfired on me because they held a grudge." Instead of dropping him, Jive wouldn't let him out of his contract for years, he says, despite other labels' interest.

Like this one, most of the Long Island–bred rapper's stories feature comedy, tragedy, debauchery, obscenity, and self-sabotage. And hookers. They often have hookers. "I used to have a little stable of women back in the day," he says. "Say I wanted to negotiate beat prices with a known producer. I'd be like, 'Homegirl, go take homeboy in the back room, have sex with him and a couple of his friends.' All of a sudden, it's like, 'What beats do you need, R.A.?' "

Combat Jack, going on five years ago:

I used to work with R.A. a few years ago. I like dude (no homo). Sure he looks dirty as fuck and has been misunderstood for years (mainly for actually pulling his pink (no homo) meat stick out in front of a female employee at his former label, Jive Records. Anyways, I could never get over the fact that someone who so aptly epitomized white trailer park trash not only had mad skills as an emcee, but had cats that were really respected in the game collaborate with him on some joints (notably, pre 1997 Mobb Deep and the late great G.O.A.T., Biggie Smalls).

Anyways, one day, dude comes to my office with some skanky (but fuckable) white trailer trash biker chick. We're discussing business and this chick isn't saying an effin word. About 25 minutes into our meeting, R.A. asks me what I think of the chick, and I tell him she's decent. He then tells the chick to take off all her clothes, which she does completely (except for her socks) in the middle of my office in the middle of the effin day in the middle of midtown Manhattan. I'm checking her out and R.A. explains that this is one of his many jiz guzzling she whores and proceeds to ask me if I wants a piece.

No bullshit: A few weeks ago, R.A. the Rugged Man emailed me about coming to the release party for his greatest hits album. How much do you want to be he was trying to sic one of his hoo-ers on me?

Damn, if only I lived in New York.

R.A. the Rugged Man Abides [Village Voice]

Proof Nidal Hasan is a terrorist

Courtesy of, you guessed it, Christopher Hitchens.

Great minds tend to think alike. I didn't need to read Hitchens' latest column for Slate to know that Nidal Hasan is a terrorist. I figured as much when I heard about the shootings at Fort Hood - and come to find out I was right, while thoreaully77 was wrong (as usual). But did you know that Allahu akbar, which is what he shouted before he shot up the place, is the universal cry of jihad?

From Hitchens' list of reasons we know Hasan is a terrorist:

3) As he unleashed his volleys, he yelled the universal cry of jihad, "Allahu akbar!" or "God is great!" (The eyewitnesses on this point, originally doubted, are especially convincing since some of them didn't understand the meaning of the words and only sought to reproduce them phonetically.) On his business card, he described himself described as "SOA" or "slave," or possibly, "soldier of Allah." Neither would be especially reassuring in this context.

As the saying goes, you learn something new every day.

The military should holler, if they need to pay someone that Halliburton money to go through their ranks and pick out the potential terrorists. I've got what it takes to prevent the next Fort Hood.

Hard Evidence [Slate]

Is Rawse into weird high school drugs?

Speaking of Rick Ross...

We know these dumbass southern rappers like to drink prescription cough syrup, even though they can afford cocaine (and presumably know where to get it), but did you know that Rawse's weed carrier group Triple Cs is also the name of a weird high school drug? Coincidence?

From a surprisingly well-written definition of triple c in Urban Dictionary:

you'll become very warm feeling, then extremely tired, and then very floaty/numb!! the feeling increases and increases... i would describe the feeling as being comfortably asleep in a dreamlike world yet your still awake.. its a floaty/trippy drug that makes you experience the world differently..

Extremely tired? Appearing to exist in a fantasy world? Hmm...

triple c [Urban Dictionary]

Fiddy with Rawse's kids at Floyd Mayweather's house

Rawse lost. (via)

WSHH Cam Hoo-er: Vaneza Day

Hispanic broads? Just alright to me. *ducks*

Remember, you don't know me

Here's a tip. If, unlike me, you somehow manage to get a job that pays more than $9 an hour, especially in the music biz, never, ever, let anyone there know that you know me. Word might get back to the TIs.

Combat Jack had to find out the hard way.

Remember when I told ya’ll recently how I had an announcement to make? This isn’t it. Real talk, an unexpected opportunity came my way, a pretty big one too. Something that I had been planning for for a while. Entertainment related. Media related. Mad exposure. A bigger platform to support the Daily Math. Well, a funny thing happened on the way to the office. A week after the offer was made, the cats I was building with became real hard to find. Because I know how things get in the entertainment industry, I got a lil nervous. I started making mad calls, emails, text messages, Twitter tweets. Nada. This wall of silence went on for like a week and a half, even going past the day I was told I’d be starting. Yes. I got real nervous.

Eventually I got through to the person that made the offer. I was informed that the head honcho of the fine establishment I’d be joining decided they didn’t want to eff with me. Apparently said honcho had issues with fellow blogger and esteemed colleague Byron Crawford. You know how bol gets down. Well anyways, wha’ had happened was bol dropped some post completely unrelated to me in typical bol fashion, and said posts didn’t really sit well with said honcho. Them posts was too close to home is what my people told me. Said that same honcho did some research and discovered that me and Byron were cool, that we had history. Said honcho, so affected by the shit bol dropped decided that he wasn’t gonna eff with me. Ever. And just like that, I was fired from a job before I had a chance to start. Before I had a chance to meet the boss. For some shit I didn’t do. Unless you want to call it guilt by association. Then yeah, I guess I’m guilty. Guilty for knowing Byron Crawford.

The good news is, Combat Jack found another job, working alongside yours truly at XXL, starting next week. If necessary, I might be able to put in a word for him at one of the BGM's New York locations. The two of them combined don't compare to the job he lost, but what are you gonna do?

Combat Jack Joins XXL [Daily Mathematics]