Backroom Whispers
September 16th, 2003
Ask your kid sis; Ja Rule ain’t no sucka, so he don’t need a bodyguard. Shame. A coupla diesel-lookin’ cats might have stopped him getting all his ice took by some thugged-out English kids when he decided to walk from a show at Po Na Na, a club in Hammersmith, London to the nearby afterparty a little while back.
Backroom Whispers
July 11th, 2003
We all should’ve seen this one coming: in a marriage of low-selling gangstas and high-selling homo-thugs, Murder Inc. and Death Row or Tha Row or whatever it is Suge wants it to be called this week are joining forces to form a superlabel called Murderer’s Row. It looks like mutual hate of Dr. Dre and mutual desire to pump Tupac’s corpse for more cash is enough to land a major distribution deal with Sony. The first single on the new vanity label, “Lead Poisoning” by Ja Rule and Crooked I (with Ashanti and her pitch-shifter singing the hook) is sure to have screaming 12-year-old girls rocking red bandannas in no time.