This ***** Rick James was something else, G

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If u not familiar wit Rick please download "Down By Law" and appreciate his greatness. :blessed: Rick is that nikka!
 

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Roger couldn't carry Larry Blackmons cod piece let alone see no goddamn Slick Rick.

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cmon man...its one thing to prefer cameo but hold his cod piece lol? cmon bruh

gap band > cameo anyways...and i fukk with cameo heavy
 
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Copping this mos Def but I'm made because he will get a boost in sales and the thread starter will get no credit, and I know I will recommend it to others
 

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Mike Tyson
Courtesy of Steve Lott Boxing Hall of Fame
November 12, 2013 10:00 AM ET
This week marks the publication of Mike Tyson's no-holds-barred memoir, Undisputed Truth. The book is an honest account of the boxer's rise to fame, from his early Brooklyn days, when he often had to steal just to eat, to his status as pop culture icon. In this exclusive excerpt, Tyson recalls his days of multitasking with his criminal friends back home and celebrities like Rick James andAnthony Michael Hall.

A lot of my friends from Brownsville wound up incarcerated in Otisville, which was not too far from Catskill. I had gone to school with most of the people who worked at the prison there, so when I'd go up there to visit my friends who were in jail, I wasn't going to the visiting room, I would hang out with them in their cells, because I knew the warden and all the guards. I gave my friends the shoes off my feet, the jewelry off my neck, and the guards were all looking the other way. One time, I was walking through the range, where the cells were, and I saw Little Spike from the Bronx who had been locked up with me in Spofford. Now he's not so little, he's a monster.
"Yo, Mike. What's up, man? What are you doing?" he shouted.
He thought I had been busted again and they were taking me to a cell.
I was living this crazy dual life. One day visiting friends in their prison cells, the next day hanging out with Rick James. I met him at a party for some new movie. We were at a big club, maybe a thousand people were there, but you're going to notice Rick James. I didn't know whether he was a celebrity, a musician, or a gangster. Right around then he had made a lot of money from Hammer sampling him on "U Can't Touch This," so Rick was back in business.

Next time I saw him I was in the lobby of a hotel on Sunset Boulevard. I was sitting outside with Ricky Schroder and Alfonso Ribeiro from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, just chilling. Ricky was probably 16 then and Alfonso was maybe 17. But we're sitting there drinking, and I looked up and I saw a convertible Cornice Rolls-Royce pull up and Rick get out. He was wearing a loud shirt with a tie, but the tie wasn't tied and the shirt was unbuttoned. He came over to us, slapped me five, and then he looked at Alfonso.
"Aren't you an actor?" he said and then, boom, he hit him.
"Gimme that fukking beer," he said and grabbed Alfonso's beer.
"Rick, this is a kid, you can't hit this guy like that," I protested.
He just took that bottle and swigged from it. He didn't care if the kid had herpes. I'm sure Rick did.
"What's up, nikka?" he said to me.
 
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