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According to The Smoking Gun, a con artist in Federal prison named James Sabatino created the documents that were the basis for the Times' March 17 report, which suggested that the 1994 shooting of Tupac was planned and perpetrated by Diddy and his associates. The supposed FBI reports and lawsuits Sabatino says he filed were apparently created in the Allenwood federal penitentiary in White Deer, Penn., and can't be found in the bureau's database.
The brother of late crooner Gerald Levert has been sentenced to 22-months in prison for not paying child support. Sean owes $85,427.68 in back support for his three children - ages 11, 15 and 17.
Why is Adam "Pac Man" Jones hosting a party with a flyer that says, "Party Starts at 12am & We Gon Make It Rain?" Is there no one in his crew with enough sense to tell him that considering the fact that the man who was paralyzed in a shooting the last time he "made it rain," is suing him, that it's not a good idea to keep attaching his name to shit like this?
"I don't know yet if we are having a boy or a girl, but I'm excited that I have a life inside me that my husband and I created," Ali says in Essence's May issue, which hits newsstands April 11. "I am 100 percent undeniably happy. I've never been able to say that before."
Mary J. Blige is making the most of the sluggish U.S. housing market. Your girl just paid $12.3 million dollars cash for this house in Saddle River, NJ. The property, listed just last year for $17 million, boasts 4.2 acres, eight-bedrooms, a 14-seat movie theater, a fitness center, a hardwood basketball court and an elevator. It also has a gourmet kitchen, eight bathrooms, a spiral staircase and a wine tasting room. You can see a slide show of it here.
You know R&B singer Monica's kids' daddy cd Self Made came out last week, right? Well, maybe you don't, cause only 27,700 of y'all bought it. But anyway, Rocko da Don's street team was in New York plastering every pole in sight with these posters 'cause, you know, they want to sell more than 30,000 cds. But the thing is, this type of guerilla advertising is illegal in NY City. So check it, a reporter from the NY Times starts taking pictures of Rocko's street team doing their thing, and after snapping a few shots, Rocko's boys ask dude why he's photographing them. When the reporter replies, "Because what you're doing is illegal." One of Rocko's goons told him,“Breaking cameras is illegal, too, but if you don’t stop taking pictures, I’ll break your camera.” So the dude tells the goon that he's from The Times and the goon tells him again, “I’ll break your camera and you can print that in your paper.” And he did what he promised. Goon snatched dude's camera, throwing dude down in the process, and smashed it on the ground, in front of several witnesses. I guess goons don't know everything is digital now, and that he should have just taken the memory card out of the camera because dude printed all the pictures anyway. And Rocko and 'nem can breath a sigh of relief, because dude says he's not going to press charges.
We haven' t heard a lot from these two since Tameka had her baby, 
Gossip maven Wendy Williams' talent booker, Nicole Spence, filed papers with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission yesterday claiming her boss' husband, Kevin Hunter, 33, demanded sex from her more than a dozen times and created a hostile work environment by repeatedly beating up Wendy, 43, in and near the studio. The complaint is lodged against Inner City Broadcasting and Wendy Williams. Kevin Hunter, who works as his wife's manager, is named in the papers as an alleged perpetrator of the harassment. "Mr. Hunter repeatedly sexually propositioned me at work in the most crude and vulgar ways, telling me over and over that he wanted to 'fuck' me. I also feared Mr. Hunter because he repeatedly physically assaulted Ms. Williams at or near the WBLS studio," Nicole says in the complaint. "In one instance, Mr. Hunter stormed into the studio, demanded that other employees leave and openly physically abused Ms. Williams, pinning her against the wall with his hand around her neck, choking her while repeatedly pounding his fist into the wall directly by her head." 
who said Diddy threatened to "Smack flames out his ass"? You know he was suing Diddy for popping him in the face right? Anyway, at the deposition Diddy's lawyers maintained that the guy thrust himself onto Diddy's fists and that he never meant to hit the dude. Anyway, the case is not going to trial. They settled out of court, terms will not be disclosed.
After three weeks in court, both sides have finally given their closing arguments in the Remy Ma / Makeda Barnes-Joseph shooting trial. Remy's lawyer, Ivan Fisher, clung to the fact that there was no proof the gun in question was Remy’s, even suggesting the gun may have belonged to Makeda. But, he conceded, even if it was Remy's gun, it went off by mistake, insisting to the jury that the shooting was an accident that happened while both women struggled over Makeda’s purse. “Their hands hit the car's rearview mirror during the tussle and the gun went off,” Fisher said. “There is no other explanation for why Remy would have chosen that unique moment in time to shoot her.” Makeda’s lawyer, Michael McIntosh, argued that Remy clearly had every intention of shooting his client because she cocked her gun before entering the victim's car. “She took every step you had to take to shoot somebody - cocking the gun, loading it with hollow-point bullets, racking the slide, pointing it at her victim and pulling the trigger." McIntosh also pointed out that Remy fled the scene and did not call for any help or take Makeda to the hospital after the incident. “The reason she ran was because she knew what happened in the car. Your friend is shot. Do you run or do you call 911?”
That after four platinum albums, more than 100 million albums sold [second only to the Beatles] and while pioneering a multimedia empire that spanned radio, TV, cartoons and magazines, the Jackson brothers are broke. They say Tito Jackson, 55, formed a blues band several years ago and plays at small venues for $500 to $1,500 a gig. Michael Jackson, 49, is on the verge of losing Neverland ranch as well as the family's Encino, Calif., home, and that he's hiding out in Las Vegas and repeatedly makes promises to his brothers while sabotaging any attempts by them to ply their musical trade. Randy Jackson, 46, does odd jobs like changing tires to support himself. He was Michael's business manager during the 2005 molestation trial but ran into serious problems with friends after he persuaded three people to take out lines of credits against their homes to help Michael pay his attorney fees and Michael stiffed them. Marlon Jackson, 51,lives in San Diego, where he works stocking groceries at a Vons supermarket. He fell on hard times three years ago when he was forced to leave his foreclosed home and move into an Extended Stay America hotel with his wife, Carol. Jackie Jackson, 56, started an Internet clothing business and is trying to produce records by his sons. So far nothing has panned out. Jermaine Jackson, 54, splits time between the parents' Hayvenhurst mansion and his girlfriend's home in the San Fernando Valley. With more than $5 million in federal, state and other liens against him and a 1995 bankruptcy filing, he doesn't work or have a regular income.
Married comedic actor, Mike Epps, has been named in a paternity suit brought by a woman in Georgia who gave birth in December 2007. Randy Kessler, the woman's lawyer, says Epps has refused to submit to a paternity test or provide any support for the child, saying, "We are not asking for the moon, we are just asking him to take a paternity test. Once the tests are completed and paternity is confirmed, hopefully, Mr. Epps will do the right thing and begin to provide for his child." Kessler says he and his client initially wanted to work things out privately, but those efforts have been ignored by Epps and his camp. The paternity suit was filed in early February, and since then, Kessler says he has sent five letters and made a number of phone calls to Epps' lawyers -- and all he got back was silence.
The husband of singer Corinne Bailey Rae has been found dead in a London apartment. News reports say the body of 31-year-old Jason Rae was found around 3:15 p.m. on Saturday, a victim of an apparent drug overdose. Cops arrested a 32-year-old man for "supplying controlled substances." He was then released on bail. No word on if his wife was at home.
So I'm not the only one? A 12-year-old boy in Illinois was arrested last week for throwing a brick through the window of Soulja Boy's tour bus. When asked why he did it, the boy replied, "I hate Soulja Boy."
"Barack has a handicap the other candidates don’t have: Barack Obama has a black wife. And I don’t think a black woman can be first lady of the United States. Yeah, I said it! A black woman can be president, no problem. First lady? Can’t do it. You know why? Because a black woman cannot play the background of a relationship. Just imagine telling your black wife that you’re president? ‘Honey, I did it! I won! I’m the president.’ ‘No, we the president! And I want my girlfriends in the Cabinet! I want Kiki to be secretary of state! She can fight!"
Busta Rhymes was sentenced to 3 years probation on March 18 in a Manhattan Criminal Court for assault and DUI charges that he plead guilty to earlier this year as part of a plea deal. Yesterday's sentencing covered his August 2005 kicking of fan Roberto Lebron after Lebron accidentally spit on a car in Busta's entourage at West 19th Street and Sixth Avenue. It also covered his December 2006 beatdown of his former driver, Eddie Hatchet, with whom he was arguing over back pay, as well as his admission to driving drunk on 11th Avenue in March 2007, and a minor license suspension. For the DUI and driving with a suspended license, Busta was ordered to pay $1,250 plus court costs and enroll in a drunken driving program. He was also ordered to give up his driver's license for six months.
Nahla Ariela Aubry. Nahla is the Arabic word for drink of water [or honeybee, depending on who you ask] and Ariela means lion of God.
Jimmy says, “In the past 14 years, I have not even been questioned by law enforcement with regard to the assault of Tupac Shakur, let alone brought up on charges. Chuck Phillips, the writer who in the past has falsely claimed that [Biggie] was in Las Vegas when Tupac was murdered and that Biggie supplied the gun that killed Tupac — only to be proven wrong, as Biggie was in New Jersey recuperating from a car accident. [The Times] has reached a new low by employing fourth-hand information from desperate jailhouse informants along with ancient FBI reports to create this fabrication. I simply ask for all rap fans and fans of Tupac to analyze this fiction for what it is, along with Phillips' motives behind it. I am baffled as to why the Times would print this on its Web site when a simple and fair investigation would reveal that the allegations are false. I am currently consulting with my attorneys about my legal rights regarding this libelous piece of garbage.”
The Quad studio shooting in Tupac's own words as told to Vibe magazine:
Can you take us back to that night at Quad Recording Studios in Times Square?
The night of the shooting? Sure. Ron G. is a DJ out here in New York. He's, like, "Pac, I want you to come to my house and lay this rap down for my tapes." I said, "All right, I'll come for free." So I went to his house-me, Stretch, and a couple other homeboys. After I laid the song, I got a page from this guy Booker, telling me he wanted me to rap on Little Shawn's record. Now, this guy I was going to charge, because I could see that they was just using me, so I said, "All right, you give me seven G's and I'll do the song." He said, "I've got the money. Come." I stopped off to get some weed, and he paged me again. "Where you at? Why you ain't coming?" I'm, like, "I'm coming, man, hold on."
Did you know this guy?
I met him through some rough characters I knew. He was trying to get legitimate and all that, so I thought I was doing him a favor. But when I called him back for directions, he was, like, "I don't have the money." I said, "If you don't have the money, I'm not coming." He hung up the phone, then called me back: "I'm going to call [Uptown Entertainment CEO] Andre Harrell and make sure you get the money, but I'm going to give you the money out of my pocket." So I said, "All right, I'm on my way." As we're walking up to the building, somebody screamed from up the top of the studio. It was Little Caesar, Biggie's [the Notorious B.I.G.] sideman. That's my homeboy. As soon as I saw him, all my concerns about the situation were relaxed.
So you're saying that going into it...
I felt nervous because this guy knew somebody I had major beef with. I didn't want to tell the police, but I can tell the world. Nigel had introduced me to Booker. Everybody knew I was short on money. All my shows were getting canceled. All my money from my records was going to lawyers; all the movie money was going to my family. So I was doing this type of stuff, rapping for guys and getting paid.
Who's this guy Nigel?
I was kicking it with him the whole time I was in New York doing Above the Rim. He came to me. He said, "I'm going to look after you. You don't need to get in no more trouble."
Doesn't Nigel also go by the name of Trevor?
Right. There's a real Trevor, but Nigel took on both aliases, you understand? So that's who I was kicking with-I got close to them. I used to dress in baggies and sneakers. They took me shopping; that's when I bought my Rolex and all my jewels. They made me mature. They introduced me to all these gangsters in Brooklyn. I met Nigel's family, went to his kid's birthday party-I trusted him, you know what I'm saying? I even tried to get Nigel in the movie, but he didn't want to be on film. That bothered me. I don't know any nigga that didn't want to be in the movies.
Can we come back to the shooting? Who was with you that night?
I was with my homeboy Stretch, his man Fred, and my sister's boyfriend, Zayd. Not my bodyguard; I don't have a bodyguard. We get to the studio, and there's a dude outside in army fatigues with his hat low on his face. When we walked to the door, he didn't look up. I've never seen a black man not acknowledge me one way or the other, either with jealousy or respect. But this guy just looked to see who I was and turned his face down. It didn't click because I had just finished smoking chronic. I'm not thinking something will happen to me in the lobby. While we're waiting to get buzzed in, I saw a dude sitting at a table reading a newspaper. He didn't look up either. These are both black men? Black men in their thirties. So first I'm, like, These dudes must be security for Biggie, because I could tell they were from Brooklyn from their army fatigues. But then I said, Wait a minute. Even Biggie's homeboys love me, why don't they look up? I pressed the elevator button, turned around, and that's when the dudes came out with the guns-two identical 9 mms. "Don't nobody move. Everybody on the floor. You know what time it is. Run your shit." I was, like, What should I do? I'm thinking Stretch is going to fight; he was towering over those niggas. From what I know about the criminal element, if niggas come to rob you, they always hit the big nigga first. But they didn't touch Stretch; they came straight to me. Everybody dropped to the floor like potatoes, but I just froze up. It wasn't like I was being brave or nothing; I just could not get on the floor. They started grabbing at me to see if I was strapped. They said, "Take off your jewels," and I wouldn't take them off. The light-skinned dude, the one that was standing outside, was on me. Stretch was on the floor, and the dude with the newspaper was holding the gun on him. He was telling the light-skin dude, "Shoot that motherfucker! fuck it!" Then I got scared, because the dude had the gun to my stomach. All I could think about was piss bags and shit bags. I drew my arm around him to move the gun to my side. He shot and the gun twisted and that's when I got hit the first time. I felt it in my leg; I didn't know I got shot in my balls. I dropped to the floor. Everything in my mind said, Pac, pretend you're dead. It didn't matter. They started kicking me, hitting me. I never said, "Don't shoot!" I was quiet as hell. They were snatching my shit off me while I was laying on the floor. I had my eyes closed, but I was shaking, because the situation had me shaking. And then I felt something on the back of my head, something real strong. I thought they stomped me or pistol-whipped me and they were stomping my head against the concrete. I saw white, just white. I didn't hear nothing, I didn't feel nothing, and I said, I'm unconscious. But I was conscious. And then I felt it again, and I could hear things now and I could see things and they were bringing me back to consciousness. Then they did it again, and I couldn't hear nothing. And I couldn't see nothing; it was just all white. And then they hit me again, and I could hear things and I could see things and I knew I was conscious again.
Did you ever hear them say their names?
No. No. But they knew me, or else they would never check for my gun. It was like they were mad at me. I felt them kicking me and stomping me; they didn't hit nobody else. It was, like, "Ooh, motherfucker, ooh, aah"-they were kicking hard. So I'm going unconscious, and I'm not feeling no blood on my head or nothing. The only thing I felt was my stomach hurting real bad. My sister's boyfriend turned me over and said, "Yo, are you all right?" I was, like, "Yes, I'm hit, I'm hit." And Fred is saying he's hit, but that was the bullet that went through my leg. So I stood up and I went to the door and-the shit that fucked me up-as soon as I got to the door, I saw a police car sitting there. I was, like, "Uh-oh, the police are coming, and I didn't even go upstairs yet." So we jumped in the elevator and went upstairs. I'm limping and everything, but I don't feel nothing. It's numb. When we got upstairs, I looked around, and it scared the shit out of me.
Why?
Because Andre Harrell was there, Puffy [Bad Boy Entertainment CEO Sean "Puffy" Combs] was there, Biggie... there was about 40 niggas there. All of them had jewels on. More jewels than me. I saw Booker, and he had this look on his face like he was surprised to see me. Why? I had just beeped the buzzer and said I was coming upstairs. Little Shawn bust out crying. I went, Why is Little Shawn crying, and I got shot? He was crying uncontrollably, like, "Oh my God, Pac, you've got to sit down!" I was feeling weird, like, Why do they want to make me sit down?
Because five bullets had passed through your body.
I didn't know I was shot in the head yet. I didn't feel nothing. I opened my pants, and I could see the gunpowder and the hole in my Karl Kani drawers. I didn't want to pull them down to see if my dick was still there. I just saw a hole and went, "Oh shit. Roll me some weed." I called my girlfriend and I was, like, "Yo, I just got shot. Call my mother and tell her." Nobody approached me. I noticed that nobody would look at me. Andre Harrell wouldn't look at me. I had been going to dinner with him the last few days. He had invited me to the set of New York Undercover, telling me he was going to get me a job. Puffy was standing back too. I knew Puffy. He knew how much stuff I had done for Biggie before he came out.
People did see blood on you?
They started telling me, "Your head! Your head is bleeding." But I thought it was just a pistol-whip. Then the ambulance came, and the police. First cop I looked up to see was the cop that took the stand against me in the rape charge. He had a half smile on his face, and he could see them looking at my balls. He said, "What's up, Tupac? How's it hanging? "When I got to Bellevue Hospital, the doctor was going, "Oh my God!" I was, like, "What? What?" And I was hearing him tell other doctors, "Look at this. This is gunpowder right here." He was talking about my head: "This is the entry wound. This is the exit wound." And when he did that, I could actually feel the holes. I said, "Oh my God. I could feel that." It was the spots that I was blacking out on. And that's when I said, "Oh shit. They shot me in my head." They said, "You don't know how lucky you are. You got shot five times." It was, like, weird. I did not want to believe it. I could only remember that first shot, then everything went blank.
At any point did you think you were going to die?
No. I swear to God. Not to sound creepy or nothing-I felt God cared for me from the first time the niggas pulled the gun out. The only thing that hurt me was that Stretch and them all fell to the floor. The bullets didn't hurt. Nothing hurt until I was recovering. I couldn't walk, I couldn't get up, and my hand was fucked up. I was looking on the news and it was lying about me.
Tell me about some of the coverage that bothered you.
The No. 1 thing that bothered me was that dude that wrote that shit that said I pretended to do it. That I had set it up, it was an act. When I read that, I just started crying like a baby, like a bitch. I could not believe it. It just tore me apart. And then the news was trying to say I had a gun and I had weed on me. Instead of saying I was a victim, they were making it like I did it.
What about all the jokes saying you had lost one of your testicles?
That didn't really bother me, because I was, like, shit, I'm going to get the last laugh. Because I've got bigger nuts than all these niggas. My doctors are, like, "You can have babies." They told me that the first night, after I got exploratory surgery: "Nothing's wrong. It went through the skin and out the skin." Same thing with my head. Through my skin and out the skin.
Have you had a lot of pain since then?
Yes, I have headaches. I wake up screaming. I've been having nightmares, thinking they're still shooting me. All I see is niggas pulling guns, and I hear the dude saying, "Shoot that motherfucker!" Then I'll wake up sweaty as hell and I'll be, like, Damn, I have a headache. The psychiatrist at Bellevue said that's post-traumatic stress.
Why did you leave Bellevue Hospital?
I left Bellevue the next night. They were helping me, but I felt like a science project. They kept coming in, looking at my dick and shit, and this was not a cool position to be in. I knew my life was in danger. The Fruit of Islam was there, but they didn't have guns. I knew what type of niggas I was dealing with. So I left Bellevue and went to Metropolitan. They gave me a phone and said, "You're safe here. Nobody knows you're here." But the phone would ring and someone would say, "You ain't dead yet?" I was, like, Damn! Those motherfuckers don't have no mercy. So I checked myself out, and my family took me to a safe spot, somebody who really cared about me in New York City.
DMX on Barack Obama to XXL Magazine 
Thanks Mike.
Remember when Tupac wrote "Hit 'Em Up" , letting us know Puffy and B.I.G knew he was going to be shot at Quad city studios on Nov. 30, 1994? He knew what he was talking about. In today's LA Times, writer Chuck Phillips lays out the who's and the why's with claims that Puffy was notified in advance that Pac was being set up. Check out the article here.
Shooting victim Makeda Barnes-Joseph took the stand Friday and testified that Remy Ma fired on her because she refused to open her purse. Makeda told the jury that Remy climbed into her white Nissan on a Meatpacking District street last summer, holding a grudge - and a cocked .45-caliber weapon - while yelling about $3,000 in cash missing after a nightclub birthday party.
I wonder who Profitess [that's not a typo] Bynum pissed off? Somebody went and posted all the medical records and legal documents from the night her husband, Bishop Thomas Weeks, kicked her ass. Did you know she had breast implants? The docs are here if you care to read them.
40-year-old R&B singer, R Kelly was indicted on child pornography charges in June 2002 for allegations he had videotaped himself having sex with an underage girl. Prosecutors have said the girl may have been as young as 13 when the tape was made. Anyway, two new witnesses have stepped forward. According to the Chicago Tribune, both witnesses knew R Kelly and the girl around the time the video was made. One witness worked for Kelly and met the girl, while the other was a friend of the girl who'd met Kelly. By judge's order, all witnesses' identities are being kept secret. Both are also under a gag order. Prosecutors in the case have been facing denials from the young woman, allegedly videotaped having sex with Kelly, who says she does not appear in the video.
Michael Jackson has arranged financing to save Neverland Ranch once again.
Bishop Thomas Weeks pleaded guilty this week to the aggravated assault charge he caught after beating his wife, televangelist Juanita Bynum's ass in an Atlanta hotel parking lot. Judge T. Jackson Bedford sentenced Bishop to 3 years probation, violence and anger counseling, and 200 hours of community service that cannot be church related.
So far, only one of four witnesses for the prosecution have testified that Remy Ma had a gun in her hand while approaching the car of shooting victim Makeda Barnes-Joseph. Makeda is expected to take the stand today.
"I apologize for the conflicting news on my release, but due to the sensitive negotiations on this matter I felt it appropriate not to give an exact date on my release. I am truly grateful to my attorney, family and management for doing a great job in this respect. Upon my release I went directly to the studio with producers Cool & Dre and recorded several records, including my street record 'Big Dreams.' Thank you to all my fans as well for the support."
I'm totally in shock. Rappers, getting caught with weed and weapons!? Who'd a thunk it? Naw, seriously doh', Dip Set rapper Juelz Santana got caught riding a little unsanitary last week. Cops pulled Juelz' Bentley over after "allegedly" [I'm using those finger quotation marks around allegedly] smelling weed coming from his car. During the subsequent search of his vehicle, cops found a rolled-up blunt in Juelz' shoe, a little bit of weed sprinkled on the console, some White Owl and Dutch Master cigars, a bunch of smoked up roaches, a big bag of weed, $19,500 inside a bag of Jolly Ranchers and a sock with 29 hollow point bullets in it. Oh, and his license is suspended.
Check it. Denver Nugget Kenyon Martin's wife Heather is a hot topic on the message boards these days, seems a couple of her ex-girls put Miss Heather on blast. Here are the posts that have been making the rounds. Can anyone confirm? 
Remy Ma's assault trial started yesterday with a bang 
L.A. County Sheriff's Department spokesperson, Steve Whitmore, said The Game was released yesterday, 8 days after starting his 60-day sentence on a felonious weapons charge, due to overcrowding. But a representative for The Game said reports of the rapper's release are false. Who do you believe?
This is supposed to be the ad Lil Wayne did for Strapped condoms, but it looks more like the cover of a gay interracial rough sex DVD.
R&B singer, Mario, has not given his baby mama, Janel, any money since last year. Mario was ordered to pay Janel $4,500 a month but she says, "He stopped paying last year and by the end of August 2007, I lost the house [in Miami] and moved to Chicago . . . I just want him to do right by Jordan . . . It would be so simple for him to call me so we could work something out." Janel claims she and Mario were in a relationship for eight years, until she told him she was pregnant and he disappeared. So now Mario is playing house with this chick named Joy, who also has a baby by him, a girl named Sklyar (is that how you spell that?). Anyway, Janel says, "He hasn't paid me. I just wanted support, and I was on disability and Medicaid and welfare just to have the baby. Joy lives in a 16-bedroom mansion and her daughter wears mink coats and Seven jeans, and my son doesn't have boots to wear in the winter." Janel also claims Mario has only seen Jordan once, and "doesn't send Christmas cards, doesn't send him birthday cards, nothing."
Marion Jones began her six-month sentence in federal prison Friday, March 7th, punishment for lying to investigators about using performance-enhancing drugs and her role in a check-fraud scam.
She did according to the National Enquirer. They say Star put Al out in January after she moved back to New York and that Al plans to stay in Miami. They say Star was sick of Al's broke ass not contributing to the household. Everything was all good while she was working on The View and when she had her own show on TruTV. But after she lost both those jobs and realized "being in love" don't pay the bills, she started feeling resentful of taking care of a grown ass man. Plus they say she's sick and tired of the gay rumors that have constantly dogged her marriage. And a recent "Not So Blind" item from Perez Hilton didn't help. Perez sez: "What Big Gay Husband recently checked in to the Westin in Arlington, West Virginia, with a man???!!! He's blatantly gay and not even trying real hard to hide it!"
There have been two seperate liens filed against Jay Z's Las Vegas 40/40 Club. One of the liens seeks more than $170,000 and the other, by Nevada Ready Mix, asks for around $5,100. The largest lien was placed by Robert Brummet of Southland Industries for work done by Madison Grace Construction Services.
About her recent boob job, Kelly Rowland tells People Magazine, "There was this one House of Dereon top - I just wanted to fill that out! [Now] I put it on and I look so good! I'm so happy. I feel complete."
Rapper Rick Ross tells a Boston radio station, "I'm a weed fanatic. I've smoked blunts with some of the biggest people in the world. To me, that's my hobby. To be able to say I smoked blunts with Snoop Dogg, I've smoked blunts with Bruce Willis, I've smoked a blunt with Too Short. I'm what you call a Cannabis Cup Champion!"
Jury selection is supposed to start today for the felonious assault case Remy Ma caught after allegedly shooting her friend in the gut over $2000.00. And while you're supposed to be judged by a jury of your peers, for real, how many box munching gangster chicks with blonde bangs are registered for jury duty in NY? Good luck with that Remy.
On America's Next Top Model last week, Tyra had this "homeless model" challenge and, for reals, I don't know what the challenge was about, I just know I saw one of the models on an MSNBC documentary about transgender people. And how come he’s the fiercest one in the shot? 
This excerpt is pretty graphic. Actually, it's about five steps past gross. Plus I heard it turns out to be a dream sequence and didn't really happen, but don't quote me on that, because I didn't 
Kanye West and his fiancé Alexis Phifer were in Paris for Fashion week, you know, living the good life. But anyway, Kanyeze got denied tickets to one of the fashion shows he wanted to see. If you read 'Ye's blog, you know he dubbed a shoe from Balenciaga the "illest shoe ever". Now imagine his surprise when his request for tickets to their fashion show was denied.
PARIS (AP) -- The body of Katoucha Niane, one of the first African women to attain international stardom as a model and a vocal opponent of female genital mutilation, was found in the Seine River, police said Friday. Known simply as Katoucha, the former top model for Yves Saint Laurent and other top designers was found Thursday near the Garigliano bridge in Paris, judicial police in Paris said.An autopsy showed no signs of foul play, pointing to the possibility that the 47-year-old may have fallen accidentally into the river, they said. She had been missing since January and was last seen returning home from a party. She lived in a houseboat near Paris' Alexandre III bridge, and her handbag was later found on the boat. The Guinean-born model told The Associated Press in 1994 that she ran away to Europe at 17 aiming to be a model. Her big break came when Jules-Francois Crahay, then the designer at Lanvin, spotted her in a line-up. The label hired her as a fitting model. Her first catwalk modeling was for Thierry Mugler at the start of the 1980s. After quitting the runway, she turned to speaking out actively against female circumcision, describing her own experience at age 9 in a book, ''Katoucha, In My Flesh,'' which was published last year. ''I will never get the incomparable pain out of my head,'' she wrote in the book, which she dedicated to her three children. In the book, she also detailed wild nights of partying, alcohol and drugs. Vanity Fair's fashion and style director, Michael Roberts, said Katoucha was ''one those girls who used her fame to spotlight the misfortunes of others.'' ''She always seemed so gracious and very lovely,'' he said. ''She was sunny and she was bright, and I liked her a lot. ''Katoucha set up her own label in 1994 after years of modeling for the likes of Christian Lacroix and Saint Laurent. Singers Cher and France's Johnny Hallyday were among the stars who turned out for her show. ''I don't pretend to be like Lacroix, Saint Laurent or the others,'' she said at the time. ''But I was certainly in a great school by wearing their clothes and going to the fittings. I learned several basic lessons, including: Don't cut the fabric until you've got the 'toile,' or heavy linen prototype, just right. ''Katoucha was the daughter of Djibril Tamsir Niane, an archaeologist and writer. She said that her father was initially disappointed that she didn't become ''a professional intellectual, with a university degree,'' but later reconciled to her other successes. In the months before her death, Katoucha took on her first film role, playing a beautiful and rebellious woman not unlike herself, said Leandre-Alain Baker, director of ''Ramata.'' Filming is complete but a release date has not yet been set.' 'She's marvelous in the role,'' Baker said. He also said he sensed Katoucha could never entirely free herself from painful childhood experiences -- a struggle sometimes apparent in her emotional shifts. ''She could go right from laughter to anger,'' Baker said. ''But she always came back ... and I attribute that to her past, what she experienced and lived through.''
Sad story. Last week in Lawrenceville, GA a 17-year-old boy was accused of killing his 39-year-old mother and his 4 and 11-year-old sisters. Now we find out the 4 year old was rapper Juve's daughter.
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