We're all Africans, everyone - black, white, yellow.
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
I had a pretty public divorce. They're not easy - divorces - and it took me a long time to really get through.
Man, me and Biggie were the biggest artists in New York. When he passed, I was so messed up. My attitude was messed up about him dying. There was an East-West thing back then, and I was in war mode.
I don't have time for the news clippings. I got my own mission.
Once you make it to your point of making it, you'll appreciate the struggle.