Myself, I'm a pothead. It's no secret. Everyone knows that. I go on the road and forget everything else

Behind every fortune, there's a crime.

I've learned when you drink Absolut straight, it burns enough to give my chest hairs a perm.

Know what you did last summer, so I started hookin'

I hated having to go out on the block and scramble - that's the worst job in the world, especially if you ain't making any real money.

How many gangsters you know, from Al Capone up to John Gotti, been gay?

I still gotta reacquaint myself with the hip-hop audience.