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P. Diddy Is A Gorilla Pimp
Let's take it back to Spring 1995, New York City. Bad Boy Entertainment is hip hop's number 1 label on the East Coast and the G.O.A.T. Biggie Smalls was still alive. Jessica Rosenbaum (this Jewish chick who promotes hip hop functions) threw a weekly dinner dance event at a club called Esso's where all the "beautiful" hip hop industry folks could gather, talk mad **** and waste ungodly amounts of money on liquor, party and bull****.
In addition to his growing record empire, Diddy was making his name as a producer and one of the many artists he produced a song for at the time (I don't think I ever heard it) was Brooklyn rapper Positive K. K seemed like a cool dude, ran with Audio Two and MC Lyte and even scored a nationwide hit with a single called "I Gotta Man." Anyways, I'm sitting at a table with my folks and Diddy and his weed carrying entourage make a grand entrance. Shortly thereafter, Positive K walks in dolo. Diddy sees K and approaches him. Apparently, Positive K (or, more specifically, his record label) hadn't gotten around to paying Diddy his producer fee (which was something like 5 thousand dollars) and Diddy was heated.
In addition, I heard that both Diddy and K were in Los Angeles a week earlier and when Diddy stepped to K about his dough, K was like "You? ***** please, I'll get atcha when I get at ya, *****!" So, at Club Esso's, when Diddy steps to K again, he asks "Yo *****, you got my money?" K looks at Diddy like "whatever *****" and starts to walk away when Diddy whips out his cell phone (phones at the time were about the size of a brick) and starts whupping on K's head like it was a Dora the Explorer piņata at a 6 year old's birthday party!
So the place goes crazy, chicks are screaming, folks are scrambling around and Positive K is steady getting his head pounded out by Diddy and his cell phone. **** was hectic, B.
So, after Diddy feels like K had enough and asks him "whose my *****, K, WHOSE MY *****?!!!" K wimpers out "uncle" through some broken and bloody teeth. Diddy then steps away from K's crumpled up body and Diddy's bodyguards (he only had like two at the time), each scoop K up by his armpits and tosses his broken ass out the club and onto the sidewalk. The party resumes, we all get pissy drunk and that's the last time I heard anything about Positive K (if anyone knows what he's up to these days, please let me know what's good with dude).
Now I know Diddy has moved on to become an international star, known and loved by millions. I even caught dude live last night on his Ptwitty TV Live telecast last night. I would love to see some unlucky fellow like 50 Cent or Soulja Boy mouth off to Sean Combs, just to get their effin asses beat like a broke ho' in front of millions and live on Ptwitty TV. That would be mighty special.
Let's take it back to Spring 1995, New York City. Bad Boy Entertainment is hip hop's number 1 label on the East Coast and the G.O.A.T. Biggie Smalls was still alive. Jessica Rosenbaum (this Jewish chick who promotes hip hop functions) threw a weekly dinner dance event at a club called Esso's where all the "beautiful" hip hop industry folks could gather, talk mad **** and waste ungodly amounts of money on liquor, party and bull****.
In addition to his growing record empire, Diddy was making his name as a producer and one of the many artists he produced a song for at the time (I don't think I ever heard it) was Brooklyn rapper Positive K. K seemed like a cool dude, ran with Audio Two and MC Lyte and even scored a nationwide hit with a single called "I Gotta Man." Anyways, I'm sitting at a table with my folks and Diddy and his weed carrying entourage make a grand entrance. Shortly thereafter, Positive K walks in dolo. Diddy sees K and approaches him. Apparently, Positive K (or, more specifically, his record label) hadn't gotten around to paying Diddy his producer fee (which was something like 5 thousand dollars) and Diddy was heated.
In addition, I heard that both Diddy and K were in Los Angeles a week earlier and when Diddy stepped to K about his dough, K was like "You? ***** please, I'll get atcha when I get at ya, *****!" So, at Club Esso's, when Diddy steps to K again, he asks "Yo *****, you got my money?" K looks at Diddy like "whatever *****" and starts to walk away when Diddy whips out his cell phone (phones at the time were about the size of a brick) and starts whupping on K's head like it was a Dora the Explorer piņata at a 6 year old's birthday party!
So the place goes crazy, chicks are screaming, folks are scrambling around and Positive K is steady getting his head pounded out by Diddy and his cell phone. **** was hectic, B.
So, after Diddy feels like K had enough and asks him "whose my *****, K, WHOSE MY *****?!!!" K wimpers out "uncle" through some broken and bloody teeth. Diddy then steps away from K's crumpled up body and Diddy's bodyguards (he only had like two at the time), each scoop K up by his armpits and tosses his broken ass out the club and onto the sidewalk. The party resumes, we all get pissy drunk and that's the last time I heard anything about Positive K (if anyone knows what he's up to these days, please let me know what's good with dude).
Now I know Diddy has moved on to become an international star, known and loved by millions. I even caught dude live last night on his Ptwitty TV Live telecast last night. I would love to see some unlucky fellow like 50 Cent or Soulja Boy mouth off to Sean Combs, just to get their effin asses beat like a broke ho' in front of millions and live on Ptwitty TV. That would be mighty special.
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