
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Kanye Gives Good Head To Fendi

Suge Calls Snoop A Snitch
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Michael Vick Fined $10,000
Japanese N-Words
This shit need to stop.
Carmen On Wendy Williams
Three Strikes And You're Out
Priority Records Not Honoring Hip Hop Contracts
According to the New York Daily News, Snoop Dogg just filed a 2 million
Tracy Morgan Arrested For DUI In Manhattan
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Ben Vereen......You Are The Father

User Raymond biological father YUP.. all I am going to say is that Ben Vereen is Ushers biological dad. I know there have been rumors and what not, and NOOO I WAS NOT THERE when Usher was conceived, but I do know his mom and Ben dated, they had sex, she got pregnant. Ben was married at the time to his current wife Nancy (extremely nice white lady). Now Ben’s first born was a boy, but it was not Usher, his first son is much older then Usher and Ben’s four other daughters. Ben for a while did not even know he had another son (Jonnetta was keeping hush hush for her own reasons. When Ben found out he had a boy, Ben went into fear mode and had to be kept hush, hush. So Godfather Ben it was… until.. Karon Vereen, Ben’s middle daughter, started dating Usher back in 1994 or so.. they were both about 16 -17 years old (yes folks, Ben got his wife and mistress preggie at the same time). Ben was always a part of Ushers life – things were good when there was distance, Ben in New York and Usher in ATL, but when Karon and Usher met (as usher was starting to get popular and traveling around the USA), well, things got a little hairy. Ben found out that Karon was dating Usher.. he went NUTS.. he did not know how to explain why he was so adamant about them not dating. Well, he tried and tired, until finally, they broke up and well, he disclosed info to his family in an EXTREAMLY private matter, “point blank that is my God Son, your God brother.. please let’s not have further discussions about it”. And so there were none. Karon was beside herself and disgusted with the whole thing. And that is where it ended. Ben and Jonnetta wanted to keep the scandal out of both of their lives from the get go, so he was tapped as the “Godfather” and well, it has been just that. NO QUESTIONS.
Monday, November 27, 2006
One Finger, Two Words
Rain Pryor's Book

Carmen Says Beyonce's Breath Stinks
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Believe It Or Not
Profile Of Fabolous' Jewerly Theft Ring
Friday, November 24, 2006
Trouble In Paradise?
Foxy Cussed Out By Egypt and Ashy Larry
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Jamie Foxx's Long Lost Mother
Al To Kramer: I'll See You In South Central
La La Shows Her Ass In King
Would You Pay $3,428 To Party With This Skeleton?
I don't know what they smoking over in Tokyo, butJust Askin'
Did Blu Cantrell have a stroke or did 
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Rhymes With Snitch: Fallen Religious Leaders Edition
and Islamic Christian Ben Chavis Muhammad My Situation Is So Messed Up Right Now
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Tales From The Hangar Tour

From Joshua Radin's most recent MySpace bulletin:
i just got back from las vegas - i was there for one night with the cast and crew of "scrubs" - so that was a lot of fun. many funny people going crazy in 24 hours. we get there, we hit the blackjack tables, we win, well some of us, then we eat, then we get escorted to a private table upstairs for a jay-z show at 3am. tv people do it right. to be honest, i don't know much about hip hop. i like to dance to it but i can't remember ever listening to the lyrics. well, jay-z is like the beatles of rap so i figured i'd give it a shot. especially cause it was free and i was sitting on the stage about 18 inches from jay-z the entire hour he performed. crazy. also crazy was paris hilton who was sitting next to me the whole night. seriously, next to me, like our legs were touching for a good 5 hours. now don't get the wrong idea. she never once said hello, nor even looked in my direction. five hours. and it was unreal to watch. she must have pulled a compact out of her bag every 6 minutes to stare at herself and pose, while jay-z was performing 18 inches from us. so high-larious. then the best part: after jay-z was finished (by the way, he was introduced to the crowd by michael "let's get ready to rumble" buffer) jay-z left the stage and paris, who had been swilling straight vodka from the grey goose bottle for hours, gets up on stage, has the people in charge throw her "record" on the house stereo for her to lip sync two of her songs. she gets up on the stage, pukes, leaves. note this: she was unable to successfully mouth words that someone else wrote for her. i find the music business charming.
Ok. Look at that picture. Nicky Hilton is out skanking Paris in the front row.
Is This True?
Does anyone else watch BET J? Well India is on there with her dad. Of course they had to bring up halle. Poor India was near tears when she talked about how Halle left her like that. She says she doesnt know what SHE did to her....but she never would have believed she would totally abandon her like that. I dont care if India wasnt Halle's biological child that shit is still cold as ice.
Fox Boogie Booed Off Stage
O J Shut Down
Trina Cheated On Wayne
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Five Years Old




Search Warrants On Black Wall Street Studios
Friday, November 17, 2006
Believe It Or Not
The Game Arrested For Impersonating A Cop
James Brown Rape Case Goes To The Supreme Court
Jimmy Says Jay Went For The Bait
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Oops. Spoke Too Soon

All these damn forclosures gotta be cutting into Bobby's divorce settlement.
Busta Dissed The Game At The BET Hip Hop Awards
Michael Booed Off The Stage At World Music Awards
Their Genitals are Touching
In Ten Years I'll Be Bigger Than Puff
Whitney Facing Forclosure.....Again
Can I Get The Mike Tyson Muy Caliente Special?
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Reverse Oreo
And He Wonders Why The Cops Target Him
Just Enough Rope
Eva Dumps Tyra Banks And Benny Medina
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
This The Girl Who Raped DMX
MiJac Accuser Found Guilty
Kelly Rowland Must Lurk On Lipstick Alley
Feel The Wrath Of Her Madness
Eva Says No To Beyonce Lesbian Rumors
I called bullshit on this rumor the minute Hood Rich Don't Mean Shit. Jacob Wants His Money
These broke ass rappers kill me frontin' with they jewelry.Tracy Edmonds Pulling A Star Jones?
If You Were Born In St. Louis, Even If You Spent Ten Years In Dakar, You're Still American.
Is Dave Tripping Again?
Cut It Out
Monday, November 13, 2006
BET Awards Show Ham
Monica lookin like a Black Peg Bundy
Flav mouth looks so ashey and nasty!
Click to enlarge if you want to see this mess up close
Sunday, November 12, 2006
And It Don't Stop
Rachel, Instead Of Making Goo Goo Eyes At Your Husband
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Who's Gonna Kick Carmen's Ass First?
TODAY ON PAGE SIX:
November 11, 2006 -- ALLEN Iverson isn't just one of the great basketball stars of our time - he's also a tireless slam-dunk in the bedroom, according to one of his ex-lovers.
In her autobiography, "It's No Secret," out this month from Pocket Books, former Def Jam Records office worker Carmen Bryan tells of her X-rated romps with hip-hop legends Jay-Z and Nas, with whom she has a child. But she saves her most gushing praise for Iverson, the 6-foot-tall Philadelphia 76ers guard, whom she labels a "lean and muscled" sexual "warrior."
"Just looking at him got me excited . . . He was so physically strong he thought nothing of picking me up and creating the most erotic of poses," writes Bryan about their first night of passion in a hotel. Even after Iverson exhausted her, he was instantly ready for more.
"In Round 2, he picked me up and swiftly carried me over to a table, perching me on its edge . . . holding me up by my hips and lower back." Exhausted, Bryan said she tried to rest, but Iverson snapped, "You think we're done? Oh, we ain't done!"
"He buried his face in my neck in spontaneous affection, which got Round 3 going. By now I needed a battery to keep up with the energetic Bubba Chuck."
Nas was also a player in the sack - "a human octopus" - she says. But he once freaked when he spotted a huge hickey on her neck from another man: "The next thing I knew I was being hit in the face with a closed fist. The impact of the blow was so fierce that I saw stars."
Bryan got payback when she inadvertently bought a box of defective condoms that set Nas' private parts on fire. "I ran down to the kitchen and grabbed a cup, added warm water and a pinch of baking soda . . . I told him to sit back and soak. It was at least an hour before Nas and his manhood were back to normal. 'The things you put me through, Carm,' he sighed."
Jay-Z, who Bryan says she inspired to write "Give It to Me," never had a problem getting amorous, even when he was wasted. "When [he] is inebriated his stamina increases tremendously," she gushes.
(Page Six)
It's one thing to see your business splashed across a bunch of nothing ass blogs, but when you start showing up on Page Six...
Friday, November 10, 2006
A Fan's Account Of The 40 / 40 Club Anniversary Party
Shar Must Be Trying To Get Back With Her Baby Daddy
Beyonce Down With Girl On Girl Action?
RIP
Gerald Levert's family tells Channel 3 News it appears he died in his sleep, possibly of a heart attack. He was 40 years old.Gerald was the son of Eddie Levert, a founder and lead singer of the O'Jays. The family has a street named after them in their native Canton.Gerald and Eddie collaborated many times, recording an album called Father and Son together. He also sang with his brother Sean and Marc Gordon in the R & B Trio LeVert(WKYC)
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Another Chapter From Carmen's Book
"Carm, is he talking about you?"Nas's insistent voice penetrated the fog in my head. I must have picked up the ringing telephone in my sleep. Had it awakened our daughter, Destiny, too?"What?" My bedside clock read midnight. It was 3 A.M. for Nas in New York. Uh-oh. Whatever prompted this call was troubling enough to keep him awake."I keep hearing about this Memphis Bleek song with Jay-Z. It's supposed to be about you."The song was news to me, but at the mention of Shawn's name my heart sank down to my stomach, which tightened into knots. I sat up in bed and tossed aside the silk comforter. With the movement the diamond on my left hand caught a silvery ray of moonlight. I took a deep breath and calmed down. Nas and I were finally getting married. This was no time to panic."What song?" I asked, as neutrally as possible."'Is That Your Chick.' Carm, it's getting harder and harder for me to ignore the rumors about you and this dude -- ""They are just rumors, Nas." I put on what I hoped was a persuasively reasonable tone. "People talk. I put up with rumors about who you're supposed to be with all the time. Foxy, Beyoncè, Mary J. Every week they're saying it's someone new. You're just going to have to charge it to the game like I do."Nas was silent. I could almost hear him balancing it out in his mind. On one side, there was my comforting explanation. A big part of him wanted to believe it. On the other hand, there was the growing weight of his suspicion. Nas wasn't exactly buying my little speech, but he let things drop for the moment. We hung up and I lunged for the bathroom, where I was sick.Nas was very competitive in that he had two part-time jobs: he spent half his time talking up himself and the other half talking down others. In public, Nas tended to be more low-key and aloof than other entertainers. But at home, he was extremely opinionated and vocal about his peers' artistic efforts. Even if he was cool with someone personally, Nas always had a raw comment about their music. For example: in my opinion, Foxy Brown is the most talented female MC. Most will agree Foxy wears the crown, hands down. Not Nas. "You could just throw a few ingredients in a bowl, stir, and come up with another Foxy," he would rant. He had criticism of just about anyone. He would say Ja Rule was biting DMX's style, or Fat Joe was corny. These reviews always led up to the same point: "There is no real talent out there." The only lyricist Nas considered to be in his league was the late B.I.G. Nas's battle with Jay-Z was as much one of words as of the heart. I'd started seeing Jay finally doing to Nas what he'd been doing to me for years.Nas and Jay-Z always had this bizarre competition. Nas would make comments to me like, "I don't remember that nigga being no ill drug dealer." In fact no one with any real credibility could confirm Jay-Z's "back in the day" drug dealer/baller status. Exaggeration is standard in the music industry. But according to Nas, Jay-Z had no merit to his claims and not one defender."Carm, this nigga Jay is so shallow," Nas would say. "He's a surface MC. He's plastic on stage. That's bad enough. But he doesn't even know what he's talking about. He hasn't done half the sh** he's talking about in his rhymes. I don't believe him. Period."Still, I couldn't imagine what might have motivated this "Is That Your Chick" song. Naturally Shawn would appear on Memphis Bleek's single -- a fellow artist on the Roc-A-Fella label. And the song certainly could have something to do with me. Throughout our clandestine relationship Shawn had made many references to me in his lyrics. But he had never said anything negative or explicit and had never used his relationship with me to taunt Nas.This was turning into an urban soap opera with me in a leading role as the femme fatale. I had to hear this Memphis Bleek song. After a few calls to friends in New York, I found someone to play the song for me over the phone. It went "How foul is she? And you wifed her" and talked about how he put the condom on "tighter."At first I thought, Psss . . . I don't know who Shawn's referring to, but he *!@$%&**!@$%&**!@$%&**!@$%&* sure ain't talking about me! The lyrics were rather racy and described a type of liaison that was the exact opposite of our relationship.Shawn's disparaging lyrics gave no indication of the solid friendship we'd shared over the years. Not to mention the fact that it took a good year before we even became lovers or that I had recently been pregnant by him -- 'cause he didn't wear a condom at all, let alone tight enough.
After listening to the song, it was evident that the record was designed to take a direct stab at Nas, making me a casualty of this ongoing and highly publicized strife.I tried to put things in perspective and take it like a hard-nosed realist, but I couldn't feign callousness. Shawn's actions were a complete disappointment. Instead of being hurt, I was enraged. I knew what I had to do before this thing went any further. I had to bring Nas up to speed. It was time to reveal the truth, once and for all.Throughout the next day, Nas gathered evidence that the song referred to me. That night he called back for another round of questions. As I quietly deflected them, I walked by Destiny's room to make sure she was asleep, then headed downstairs. I walked down the stairs with the cordless phone to my ear, my forehead breaking out into a sweat. My heart was racing, my breathing became heavy and my stomach was in knots. I even said a quick little prayer and turned off all the lights as if darkness provided an escape.After some anxious pacing between the bathroom and kitchen, I ended up in front of my bathroom mirror, in darkness. My reflection was a vague silhouette, just barely visible. I was so tired of misrepresenting myself, of sneaking out, of lying and denying the truth. Of course, Nas had long done the same thing. It had been a rough and rocky nine years for us. But for all our drama, we were inextricably linked -- we had a daughter and deep, deep history together. I couldn't let Shawn belittle Nas as a man. Nas deserved to have a fighting chance."Nas, it's true." My words tumbled out. "The rumors are true. I have been seeing Jay-Z.""Carm, how could you?" Nas asked in disbelief. "Why that nigga? I can't believe what you're telling me right now.""Nas, I'm sorry." I choked out my apology as I started to cry. "I am so sorry." I had always thought that when this day finally came I would feel vindicated. For so long I had craved the taste of bittersweet revenge. Nas would finally feel what I had felt over the years. But this was completely different. I felt horrible, not for my actions, but because I had hurt Nas and he was suffering from tremendous heartache. It just wasn't what I'd envisioned.Nas was unmoved by my sobbing regret. He wanted details. "How long have you been f***ing with this dude?""It's been a minute," I answered. Even though I'd resolved to tell him everything, it took a while to get my courage up."How long is a minute, Carm?""Like five years.""Five years! Five years, Carm? What the f*** is wrong with you? What were you thinking? You mean all this time I been hearing rumors about you and this nigga, brushing them off like, 'Nah, not Carm. She may do her thing but she would never disrespect me like that. . . . Where did you meet this nigga at?""We met at a club in the city. It started as a friendship. Was for a year before we slept together."Nas sucked his teeth. "I don't give a f*** if it took you ten years to sleep with him. You're supposed to be my wife, that sh** wasn't supposed to happen, Carm! I don't deserve this. I want to know everything! You ever been to his crib?""Yes.""You ever been to a hotel with him?""No. We always hang out at his crib.""Did you ever take my car to go see this nigga?" I thought to myself, What kind of question is that? But I continued to answer."Uh huh."These intimate details would give Nas enough material to spin some elaborately jealous story lines in his mind. Still, I had to answer the questions to prevent his imagination from getting the best of him. He would drive himself crazy with speculation if he didn't have this chance to grill me."Does he hold you at night?""Yes."He hesitated. I realized what he really wanted to ask. Guys may feign disinterest about the matter, but they're all anxious to know: Is he bigger than me? For the moment Nas avoided the size question."Did you go down on him?" he asked."Once.""Once, I don't believe that! You're such a f***ing slut! I can't believe you sucked that nigga's d*ck, Carm. Come on, you're gonna tell me you only did it once. You're such a f***ing liar.""It's true. You can ask him.""What? Ask him? Carm, I'm gonna kill that nigga! I f***ing hate you!"Nas hung up on me. I called back. He just kept screaming through his extensive vocabulary of derogative terms: I was a slut, a whore, a dirty *!@$%&**!@$%&**!@$%&**!@$%&**!@$%&* and more. He hung up, but then immediately called back, hoping to find some release in another diatribe. It had the opposite effect: Ranting only sustained his sense of violation, kept his feelings raw. We went back and forth with a few more rounds of confession and condemnation until he finally stopped answering the phone. Nas was done with me for the night. Maybe forever.I turned on the bathroom light and looked in the mirror, still crying. Tears seemed to be washing away my features, making an anonymous mask of my face. So I had finally confessed to Nas. I looked at myself a little more closely. It was time for me to get real with myself.I was crying tears of frustration. Shawn had stripped me of the opportunity to divulge our relationship in my own private way. I was mortified that Nas found out in such a public manner. But that's the way it goes down in a love triangle, the unholiest of trinities.I stared in the mirror until I finally stopped crying, then washed away the residue of my tears. Facing the truth gave me a new clarity. Self-realization smoothed my forehead and conviction strengthened my jaw. I was naïve enough to believe the uncovering of my affair with Jay-Z would bring closure to my relationship with Nas. I was ready for it to end. But it wasn't the end. In fact, it was only the beginning.
If You Settle Out Of Court, Does That Mean You're Guilty?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Regina King Is Divorcing Her Husband
Allen Iverson had Carmen's Cooch All Stretched Out
Girl Dies Doing The Dutty Wine
You basically whip your neck in one direction and your ass in another.
Doctors in Jamaica been warning that this dance and cause bone problems
and somebody even died doing this dance.
So check out these videos to learn how to get ya Dutty Wine on!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Cops Take Snoop's Weed At Interscope Party
Shits going from bad to worse for Snoop Dogg.






















































































