#ConfessionsOfTheHipHopMobWife 3
A large part of the reason I like to tell on myself is so that on the come back (you know, because it all comes back to you at some point anyway) I already said it. People can call it a lot of things like “putting your business out there” that’s fine… but it’s not a secret. I’d like to clarify for the record my relationship with all the artists referred to as the “Doberman Gang” #DBG #427. The whole story of exactly how we came across each other’s paths will be a separate story. But for the record, they came to me as artists and became family. Never, not once, by any of them (regardless of what you thought or heard) have they not conducted themselves as artists or brothers, and that includes the times we were piled in my house or in a hotel room for a show. So I’m sure that information deflates the excitement of gossip or a scandal but it’s the truth. Now I’m sure I sparked a little interest with “piled in my house or hotel room”. Don’t worry Fam… those stories will come soon.  So if you want to find out who flipped a table in Miami, which artist dropped an elbow on a piece of furniture and screamed that his arm was broken for 2-hours, who covered themselves in a blanket and declared he was the empty shell of a man, and who ran around Miami with a pitcher of beer inside an ice-tea bottle… You won’t. I never say names. I’ll tell you the story though… to be continued #2013