I wish his music came out of the closet and admit that it sucks.

Your main contribution is spray painting your nickname on other people's things. And my cousin, who's a 'gangster', he's like, 'No, Tash, you don't understand; you throw a fat piece up there, that piece is yours.' I'm like, 'No one thinks you own Costco.'

I just went home to Illinois, and I asked my family, 'Are you guys planning on talking in those accents the whole time I'm home?' And my mother said, 'You used to talk like that, too, Tasha.' And I said, 'Yes, but you see, I've reinvented myself. Do you have any idea who I think I am?'

Gluten free pizza elicits the same response at a hollywood party that a pile of cocaine did in the 80's.

My dream part would be to play Mitt Romney's sarcastic black maid. We could call it 'Mammy & Me.'

The chasm between rich and poor is becoming larger, and I think it's interesting terrain to talk about and expose.

Make a sex tape, upload it, get on a reality show, release a perfume, retire. That's the new American dream.