#MNR: NO DIDDY

#MNR: NO DIDDY
 
“Pay me now. Play me, how? That’s one thing I don’t play about. Lay it down.”
Curren$y
 
“She my California love, we can Californicate. Want to party with a thug? You might have to take the case.”
 
“He run up on me, I’m a have to let the stick blow. She say she love me, I might have to let that bitch go.”
Vince Staples
 
I’m sick and tired of all you hating ass MF. Just admit it. Y’all hate to see a successful Black man. And the nigga was worth a billi? Yeah. It’s obvious that you devils just want to make sure a nigga doesn’t have shit. Y’all been hating on a nigga since Shyne shot the club up damn near a quarter century ago. You bastards wanted to bury him then. But you couldn’t. Why? Because he was Teflon Sean. I thought he told you that he won’t stop. Take that, take that. It’s plain and simple. A Black man built an empire from the mud and you devils couldn’t control him.  I’ll say it again: just admit it. Y’all wanted to ruin Puff’s life. Y’all made all this shit up. The Cassie footage was one lone mistake. Puff apologized for his actions ... and he paid her. But that wasn’t enough. Y’all had to ruin his life. I hope y’all are happy.
 
Shit, I am. Fuck Puffer.
 
Oh, y’all thought I was serious in the intro? How dare you think so lowly of me. Keep it a buck. How many of y’all judged me before scrolling down to find out it was the old 52 fake out. How many of y’all said, “fuck that fat ass nigga.” I ain’t mad. That’s why I did it. As for Puffer, I’ve felt a way about Sean Combs since Sunday, March 9, 1997. But we’ll get to that. We finna get to errthang.
 
Everything was all good just a week ago. Or maybe not.
 
Last Tuesday, Sean Jean “Puff Daddy” “Puffy” “Puff” “P. Diddy” “Diddy” “Brother Love” Combs (what a fucking joke) was arrested into federal custody and charged with sex trafficking, racketeering, conspiracy and transportation to engage in prostitution. He was denied bail on Wednesday and remains incarcerated in the dungeons of MDC Brooklyn, where he is said to be on suicide watch. How sad.
 
In the indictment, prosecutors allege that since 2008 Combs has been part of a criminal organization that engaged in or attempted to engage in sex trafficking, forced labor, kidnapping, arson, bribery, obstruction of justice and other offenses.
 
The indictment alleges that between at least 2008 and the present, Combs abused, threatened and coerced victims to fulfill his sexual desires, protect his reputation and conceal his conduct. There are allegedly multiple victims.
(CBS News)
 
The Feds seized three choppers (AK-47 assault rifles), extensive footage (he taped the freak-offs and kept meticulous footages for extortion purposes) and a thousand bottles of baby oil into custody – a thousand motherfucking bottles of baby oil. Damn it, man. Puffer has mainstreamed the terms freak-off and tusi. Freak-off is – pretty fucking self-explanatory. These fuck fests are said to have lasted for days at a time and consisted of all types of sex – pick one. Tusi, or pink cocaine, is a concoction of ketamine, MDMA, cocaine, methamphetamine, caffeine, opioids, and other new psychoactive substances (NPS). In the explanation of Prophetess Jaguar Wright, tusi was meant to keep you high out of your fucking face yet able to sexually perform over long periods of time, maintaining great amounts of energy and stamina – all with enough mind-altering shit to make your memories foggy at best. And oh yeah – the Molly keeps you happier and hornier than a fly on horse shit while you’re sucking prolific dick – and I’m talking about DJ Khaled dem. That was a direct shot. Fuck that sucker ass nigga, he doesn’t stand with his people. Free Palestine until it’s backwards.
 
Anyway, I’m sure you Nancy Drews and Hardy Boys have connected the dots and understand that tusi and freak-offs go together like Scoob and Shaggy. If not, ask Khaled, Rozay dem. Hey, that’s what Prophetess Jaguar said, and sister gal ain’t missed yet. Puffer kept tusi on deck like baby oil. They caught his drug runner months ago. The word is that he sang a well-known soprano note when interrogated. How sad.
 
I have so much to say, but so much has already been stated. I didn’t need last week’s arrest to affirm my feelings. I’ve known that Puffer is a piece of shit since 3.9.1997, the day that the BIG fella was gunned down in L.A. I’ve stated in a prior blog why it was unnecessary for him to be in Cali for that long. It’s almost like Bad Boy dared someone from out that way to do something. We know from Gene Deal’s telling ass that BIG didn’t even want to be in Cali. It was at Puff’s insistence. I know from my folk out there that the location of the party he was assassinated outside of wasn’t in a fancy area of the city. It was in an area where shit could have easily gone left, which it did. We have also learned that BIG was about to finish his contract with Bad Boy and do his own thing. He didn’t need Seabiscuit in the mouth or Bad Boy Records. He proved that with his Junior M.A.F.I.A. deal with Un at Undeas Records. Puff did everything EXCEPT pull the trigger. BIG’s blood has been on his hands ever since. You took the BIG fella away from us. I hope they lock your evil ass up in ADX Florence Supermax in the domestic terrorist wing with Moussaoui, Terry Nichols dem.
 
My heart goes out to Usher and Justin Bieber; they were babies. My heart goes out to Mama Wallace. My heart goes out to every artist and staff member he ever shorted or treated inhumanely. Long live Black Rob (Jeff Houses 4L) and Craig Mack. My heart goes out to Cassie. Shit, if you’ve been affected in any way by Sean Combs, my heart goes out to you as well. If you’re a fan of suffering, get the theater sized popcorn, a nice cold beverage and put your feet up. They finna slow roast this nigga. Pulled pork. 14 hours on the grill at a low temperature. From there it's Supermax until hell is his permanent home. Bon voyage, bitch nigga.
 
When recently asked about Puffer, Dapper Dan (I would say IYKYK, but you may not – he’s a Harlem fashion icon), who grew up in Harlem with both of Puffer’s parents, admonished us to understand that Puffer isn’t the first demon of his kind. This type of shit has been going on in music and Hollywood for generations. Just think of all the MF over time who have gotten away with it.
 
But not you, nigga. This is atonement.
 
LONG LIVE BIG. WE’LL ALWAYS LOVE BIG POPPA.