As you can see from the cover of G-Unit’s new tape, which drops tomorrow, it isn’t even about music anymore for these cats.
Instead, it’s all about spite.
Since they can’t coexist in the Rotten Apple, these hip-hop pallbearers are resorting to personal vendettas, finger pointing and name-calling. As Sherlock Homes would say, “It’s elementary, my dear Watson.” More than that, because of their reach and clout in the industry, this petty poking is bad for the business as a whole.
And by the way, Curtis, I’m pretty sure Joe knows he’s fat.
R.A. The Rugged Man – American Low Life