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B
rothas like this should retire. Niggas lookin' like
Earth, Wind & Fire... As a successful rap artist, nothing seems
fair. I used to be one of those people that criticized all the
black entertainers I saw on the cover of Jet or Ebony for mov
ing out of their neighborhoods and never reaching back to do
something for the people they left behind. Now, I'm the one look-
ing for a place to hide, not out of guilt or shame or anything like
that, it just seems like now almost everyone I considered at
friend before I had anything of my own is asking me for some-
thing, like I owe them a debt. It seems as though everyone is
asking Ren for a free ticket, a free tape or just a free ride.
Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothing. The
poor broke muthafuckas think I owe them something...
used to throw big parties and get-togethers back in the c day
when I first got a piece of change. But the next morning
nobody was there to help put my house back together, so I got
tired of that real quick. When me and the homies would go out
to the movies or a club or something like that, niggas would wait
for me to say, "I ain't paying y'alls way," before they would go
in their own pocket. Whether I had the money or not isn't the
question, the question is whether I was rolling with real niggas
on my team, real men, that only want what is theirs, that only
want what they earn legally or illegally. I began to sit back and
watch while my homies would say. "Let's make a beer run," then
turn around and ask me for the money to cover it. What makes
me responsible for someone else's habits?
Some of them are cool and they know who they are.
They're the ones who used to kick it with me when I
couldn't afford a car. I remember one day me and my
friends were going to Disneyland or Magic Mountain or one of
those big parks like that. We had it all planned out-to cara
van down there with about six or seven car loads of the homies.
I had just got a brand-new car, a Maxima, it held four people
comfortably. One guy got mad cause he couldn't ride in the
car with me-he had his own car even before I got the
Maxima. That's when I started teaching myself not to feel
guilty because I know that sometimes there is nothing I can
do. Of course, I have found some true friends out of all this,
but they can't outnumber the fake ones. There are still a few
people that have borrowed money from me and returned it when
they said they would. That makes me feel good when I'm able
to help them out because I know they're
re not de
ot dependent on me-
they just need a hand every once in a while.
If you want to be down, don't crowd around a nigga like
a hound... I know every entertainer's situation is different from
my own, but some of the c
he circumstances in the field of enter
tainment seem real familiar-everybody thinks you're rich just
because they see you on TV or hear your shit on the radio. No
one seems to realize that fame doesn't make you a millionaire-
it just means more pive them name. I've had friends ask
They don't understand that I
me for jobs that I can't
don't own nothing. I'm not the boss of the music industry-I can't
hire and fire nobody but Ren. During tour time everybody wants
"Ain't no pussy laced with gold." to be secunty. If ook
in his own words:
m.c.
every muthafucka that
said, "Give me a job." I'd be like Hammer with a million mutha-
fuckas on the road. I can't do a show in LA without fifty million
people paging me or burning up my home phone for free tick-
ets. Now, I just turn off my phone and beeper the day before I
TUN
do a show. That way people that pay for a show will at
get what they pay for instead of a room full of free ticket hold-
ers complaining about it.
least
Now thiz iz the bitch that made straight As...But that is
enough about the bitchez, let's talk about the bitches. Girls are
a little bit different. They use a different angle to get the same
thing. I mean besides getting fucked by a star they still think
I'm supposed to be doing something for them. We all know that's
a joke ain't no pussy laced with gold. A lot of girls only call
when they realize my shit is back in rotation on the jukebox.
But when the hype dies down again, they stop calling again.
That's what makes them bitches-female dogs!
MC Ren iz the final frontier... the bottom line is a lot of
people are confused about success and which came first-the
independence or the success. I can't think of nobody that made
it out of the ghetto who waited for somebody to come and get
them out-can you?
You can kizz my platinum azz.