There are nine million people who see me in the ring and hate my guts. Most of them are white. That's okay. Just spell my name right.

A man that is a friend to everyone is an enemy to himself.

I'm just trying to change my life because I'm not above killing any drug dealer for money.

Yes, time flies. And where did it leave you? Old too soon...smart too late.

You have to compete in life because if you don't have no competition - no competition, no spirit, you know, you'll fall under the slightest struggle.

One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard.

Fade into Bolivian, I guess.