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2017-10-12T14:09:00.001-04:00

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Tantalizing Tuesday: Leave that Pussy Alone!

2017-10-10T14:21:00.000-04:00

The Skool of Skully

Mack ya hoes, boy! Skully Powers, Alabama’s favorite pimp had once told me. Don’t you never let them bitches mack you!

I had just turned seventeen when I killed a man over a prime piece of pussy. Growing up in a whorehouse I was well-schooled in the ways of women, but like most young bucks who were walking around with their nuts full of cum I could still be suckered by their charms.

Skully Powers was the type of pimp who ran his hoes fast and hard. He was an ex-boxer who was tight-fisted with money and known for his deadly mean streak. As long as the cash was flowing smooth in his pockets he could be cool. But let a bitch slip and his trap come up short. Skully turned into some other muthafucka.

Skully was cruel and brutal with his hoes, and when he put his hands on them he went for broke, focusing on all the parts on a hoe that the tricks didn’t give a fuck about: the top of the feet and the back of the head. He’d have his bitches skipping and hopping as he punched in their skulls and crushed their toe-bones down to the gristle.

“Listen up, Gerald. There ain’t but three kinds of people in this pimpin game: There’s macaronis--or macks, as a proper pimp likes to be called—and then there’s tricks and hoes. The three of us, we need each other. A hoe ain’t shit without a pimp to control her, a pimp ain’t shit if he ain’t got a hoe to bring him that bread, and a trick is a victim to both of them because he’s governed by his dick.”

I was all of ten years old, but I nodded like I understood.

“Now, there’s a fine art to the macaroni game,” Skully patiently schooled me whenever a hoe got outta pocket and he had to break her down. “Weak pimps have weak stables because they don’t understand the particulars of this profession. You see, hoes are your most important assets, Gerald, can you dig it? They’re worth more than gold, dope, and fast shiny cars.

“You gotta train ’em right and discipline ’em harsh, just like you would a stubborn dog, but at the same time you don’t wanna fuck up nothing that might compromise your bankroll, ya dig? Now, a hoe knows what she’s worth. She’s like a rotten lil child. Always playing games to see if she can catch her pimp slippin. She’ll deliberately come up short on your trap, or pick a fight with your best hoe, or slick-talk you in public just to test your gangsta and see if your mack game is strong.

“When that shit happens your retribution must be swift and merciless, son. Stomp that bitch into the gutter, Gerald! Make a public spectacle outta her ass! Beat her black ass until she’s BEGGIN to open up them legs and make you some bread, just as long as you leave her face, her titties, and especially that PUSSY, alone!”

Skully was a master at keeping his hoes meek and submissive, and if for some reason the beatings didn’t work he had another way of punishing them too. This method required more dedication, but it was also vicious and very effective, and he saved it for the bitches who had committed the very worst transgressions.

All the whores feared and loathed it. They’d rather get beaten half to death than to endure having this particularly savage punishment inflicted upon them. They called it getting “skullied” and they would fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness when a certain type of rage flashed in Skully’s eyes and he started loosening the buckle on his thick leather belt.

“What you gotta do is rip out that ass, boy,” he instructed me. “And make sure you rip it deep too. A whore is a simple bitch, Gerald. They can’t be punished by no dick in the pussy, no matter how hard you try. You’ll be over there just’a pumpin and’a sweatin and they’ll peg you as weak and swear you’re in love. Besides, that pussy gets beat up all day long and they don’t even feel it. The nerve endings in that thing are long dead. You get up in there and call yourself beating a bitch with your bone and she’s liable to cock them legs wider and have you working like a trick.

“But that ASS is a whole different matter, son. If you bust that asshole open there won’t be no mistaking you for nothing but exactly what the fuck you are: A PIMP!

“Try it one time. Monster-fuck a bitch in the asshole and see what happens. I guarantee you she’ll get to turning tricks faster than a circus mouse, and the next time you tell her whimsical ass to do something she’ll be more than happy to hop right to it!”

I learned a lot from Skully Powers but unfortunately I didn’t learn it all in time. Puddin’ had taught me how to kill a man with my bare hands, but Skully taught me how to break a man’s spirit by stabbing him in the back. As it turned out, I caught a case behind a beautiful piece of pussy, and by the time I was smart enough to put Skully’s teachings into practice it was already much too late to save either of us.

Her name was China Doll, and she wasn’t no regular whore. She came banging on the back door late one night in the middle of a lightening storm, drenched to the skin and half-drowned. Skully had been happy to take her in. I had just turned seventeen and I had already been macking bitches for almost half my life. But this here girl was like nothing I had ever seen before.

For one thing, there was an angel-like quality about her and she didn’t look grimy enough to be in the life. Instead of that used-up, weary look that lived in every whore’s eyes, China Doll looked just like a little brown Indian. She was shy and sweet, and didn’t look like she had ever so much as looked at a dick before, let alone ever put one in her mouth.

Of course I had already fucked nearly every hoe in the house. They all loved me because I was a baby in the game and I took the time to make ’em cum. Skully told me to cut that shit out because it was a true sign of weakness. “A real mack never considers a whore’s pleasure, Gerald. Them bitches is on the clock! The only one bustin a nut should be you!”

But China Doll was different from all the rest. To me she looked like the stuff of my dreams. Her skin was smooth and cinnamon-colored, and she had long wavy hair. Her brown eyes were wide and slanted, and even surrounded by a house full of chicks with luscious titties and beautiful asses, her prime body stood out like a shining jewel.

I claimed her right from the jump. Drooling, I told Skully she was mine and said I’d pay for her room and board and her bed fees too.

“You gon’ wanna think real hard about that, son,” Skully warned me as he toked on an expensive cigar. We were cruising around our little country town in his shiny new car catching stares of envy from square niggas and honkies too.

“Bitches gotta work hard to lay up in the sheets in my joint, and you know my pockets can’t never come up short. Remember,” he pointed his thick finger at me, “you don’t ever wanna play yourself outta position over a piece of ass, Gerald. Never.”

“But she ain’t in the life real deep like that, Skully,” I protested. “You heard her when she told us that.”

“And you believed her?”

I just sat there sweating on my nose and swelling up inside.

“A’ight.” Skully shrugged, maneuvering his whip down the block. He stuck his arm out the window and knocked the ash off his cigar with a flick of his finger. “You’ll learn. One day you gone hafta reach down inside ya drawers and figure out who’s the hoe and who’s the pimp!”

I didn’t wanna hear none of that shit. Skully was talking about them other bitches who burnt up the sheets flatbacking, not about my lil brown Indian girl. I was young and dumb and China Doll stroked my heart. Fuck old-ass Skully. I was willing to do whatever the fuck I had to do to keep that nigga paid off, just as long as my pretty lil China Doll didn’t have to lay on her back and spread those stunning legs for no other nigga but me.

She gathered up her few belongings and came upstairs to sleep in my bed. I hadn’t put my trust in a woman since I was five-years-old, but right away I trusted her. She laid back and let me do whatever I wanted, just the way I liked it. She was a little lady about it too, and she didn’t fuss when I wanted go at it all night long. Best of all, China Doll didn’t fuck with the fakeness of a whore, but she sure knew things that made me feel like a man.

I got drunk just looking at her. Her titties were the size of small honey-dew melons and her perfect nipples stood out at least an inch. My lips couldn’t get enough of them and it felt like I spent hours sucking on those thangs like I was her newborn baby.

Our sexual attraction was off the damn roof and we fucked like dogs in heat. I was young and cock-strong and it was nothing for me to bust a piece of that ass every single night. Sometimes day and night.

Me and China Doll kept my sheets funky and cummed up, and sexually we did everything together under the damn sun.

Well, except that one thing.

“Go down…” China Doll moaned and pressed against my shoulders as she scooted up in the bed. I had been licking them pretty titties for days and massaging her slick pussy with my fingers, and right now she was dripping wet and ready for more.

“Down, Gerald,” she insisted softly, gaping her legs wider as she pushed me lower. I slid my lips down her tight belly and over the pit of her navel. I was at the edge of her forest and her lil Indian pussy hairs were real soft and curly.

“Down,” she whimpered, yanking my ears as she humped up at my face. “Down!”

I raised my head as I moved down even lower and stared into the cavern of her glistening snatch. That pussy was two inches away from my face but instead of opening my mouth I froze and got caught in the grip of my memories...and I couldn't do it.

Before long the hot lust me and China Doll shared turned into real love and we started making big plans for our future. The south was played out, we both agreed on that. All the happenin cities with big-time opportunities were up north, so that’s where we wanted to be. We bought us a big ceramic bank we called Piggy and started stashing away every dime we could find. The minute we filled it up we were gonna blow Skully’s joint and never look back.

I still put in work for Skully around the whorehouse, but almost every dollar I earned went right back to him to pay for China Doll’s bed fees. She offered to get a job working in town but I didn’t want no other men looking at her so I took a job at the lumberyard hauling wood every other day. The work was dirty and backbreaking, but I was cool with it. Like I said, whatever the fuck I had to do to turn a dollar and keep my woman off her back, I was willing to do it.

Soon woodcutting season was just about over and the lumberyard was slowing down. I showed up one day to work a full shift, and instead they sent me home after just three hours. I got back to the house and opened the door to my room expecting to find China Doll looking at a magazine or polishing her pretty toes, but instead my baby was on her knees in the doggy-position, face down, ass up, spittin’ sixteen bars of a whore’s rap and grinding her sugary twat just like a natural hoe.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Yeah, this your pussy so just tell me what to do with it! Ooooh, Daddy, don’t beat me so good! I’ma listen and do right the next time, I swear I will! Just keep fuckin’ me like you fuckin me, Daddy, and I’ll do whatever you say. I’ma bring home ALL your money, Daddy. I’ma make you rich with this pussy! I swear I will! I swear I will! I swear I will...

I stood in that doorway dumbfounded like a muthafucka.

A big black muscle-bound nigga had his dick jammed up in my baby from behind, riding her deep and pounding her down. He was thrusting and pumping. His shiny black ass cheeks were moving like a piston. He rose up on his powerful forearms and snapped his hips, pushing deep inside her pussy as he bent his neck and slobbered all over her back.

My young eyes clearly saw, but my young mind just couldn’t fuckin conceive.

“Sk-Sk-Skully?” I stuttered.

Slowly, that big nigga turned his head and locked me in his evil glare. He kept right on fucking her as he grilled me, like he was gonna take his own sweet time coming up outta my pussy. He slapped her on the ass and dicked her real hard a few more times until he got his nut, then he yanked her pretty hair and grunted loudly. His wet dick slid outta her with a slurping sound, and he backed up off her and swung his powerful legs over the side of my bed.

China Doll rolled over and clutched the sheet up over her luscious breasts. Her eyes were expressionless as she looked past me, like she played and betrayed chump-ass niggas every day.

A wave of pain and rage rushed through me and I felt myself about to explode.

“What’s wrong, Gerald?” Skully said calmly. “Them white boys run you off the job early today or something?”

He reached down and snatched my pillow off the bed and dried his horse-sized dick with it, then he dabbed it at the sweat under his big purple balls and thoroughly wiped the crack of his ass.

Letting my pillow fall to the floor, Skully stretched and yawned and then bent down to pick up his drawers. His muscles rippled like black velvet ropes and he didn’t even look at me as he scratched them big nuts of his then stepped into his silk boxers like he didn’t have a care in the world. I was frozen in place as he pulled on his pants and slung his fancy shirt over his massive shoulders and then slid his feet into his shiny new shoes.

His snake eyes bit me as he walked toward the door.

“That’s some real tender pussy you got there, Gerald,” he said coldly, nodding at China Doll who had tossed the sheet aside and lay spread eagle in my bed with her bold titties on full display. “She takes it up the ass just fine too.”

I rushed him. Smashed my elbow into that muthafucka’s temple and drove my fist into his kidney. Pain exploded in my wrist. Like I had just pounded a frozen slab of beef. He rose up on his heels and wrapped them skull crusher hands around my throat and I damn near blacked out from the agony. Skully was much bigger than me. Stronger too. I wasn’t much more than a boy but that nigga was all man.

I punched wildly, struggling to break free as I gasped for air.

He laughed. “Who the fuck is you swinging on, Gerald? You must want me to beat yo ass like you one of the hoes!”

He muscled me backwards across the room until my shoulders slammed hard into the wall. Pictures rattled on their hooks and Piggy tipped off the shelf and went crashing down to the floor, exploding in a tornado of silver change and colorful ceramic glass.

Ignoring the mess Skully let go of my neck with one hand and smashed me in the face with his clenched, iron fist.

“S’the matter?” he taunted me as I grunted in pain. A hot stream of blood shot from my busted nose and ran down my throat. “You cranky cause I got up in that pussy, boy?”

I swung at his chin. He blocked my punch easily and clobbered me again.

“You too soft for the pimp game, nigga! Fuck wrong wit’ you? Letting this stank hoe lay up in ya bed and hustle you like a trick! I know I taught you better’n that! How many times I gotta tell you there ain’t no such thing as an ex-hoe, boy? This ain’t a grind you can live part-time.”

A strangled cry rose in my chest. I was gonna kill this muthafucka. Not because I thought he was lying, but because I knew he was spitting the truth.

“A’ight, calm down now, son,” Skully laughed as he tagged me in the face again and split my bottom lip open with a haymaker. “I done got me some pussy now let’s go get something to eat.”

I came at him hard again, pinching, snapping my teeth, trying to knee him in the nuts; fighting dirty the way he had taught me.

He jumped back and held his rock-hard fist threateningly in the air. “You too light in the ass to keep eating these right hooks, son. Why you wanna fight me anyhow? Because I “skullied” your hoe? Hell, I didn’t fuck that pussy outta existence! There’s still enough of that stank trim leftover for you and the next hundred niggas too!”

I caught him with a left to the temple and he reached out and pimp-smacked the shit outta me. My face burned with fire as I tucked my chin low and tried to head butt him, and he nailed me with a body shot that almost caved in my ribs. I gasped and sucked for air. There wasn’t a muthafuckin sip to be found. I staggered over to the window choking and heaving and Skully charged after me, skipping up on his toes like he was chasing me around a boxing ring.

“All this time I been giving your black ass free lessons,” he taunted me, “And you still don’t know shit about handlin’ bitches!”

Skully let loose and rained down on me with a quick flurry of power punches. Jabs, uppercuts, and extreme body shots. He smashed me like a hammer coming down on a roach, and I felt myself growing weak and fading. But I refused to go out. I fought back with everything I had, but it just wasn’t enough. I knew it was over when he gripped me by the head and set me up for the knockout punch. Desperate, I ducked down low and bear-hugged him around his thighs, driving that thick muthafucka backwards with my last bit of strength. He responded with pounding blows to the back of my head and shoulders as he back-pedaled across the room, fighting to keep his feet up under him.

He was drilling my head and back hard enough to rattle my brains and knock out a kidney, but I knew if I turned him loose he would kill me. I tightened my grip and drove against him even harder, and adrenaline sent us both sailing across the room. We crashed hard into the closet door, splintering the cheap wood and damn near tearing out the frame.

The force of the impact slammed Skully’s head and shoulders half-way through the wood. I heard him grunt and then his whole body shuddered. My head was buried in Skully’s gut, and suddenly his arms went limp at his sides.

Still bent over hugging his waist, I peeked up at him fearful of the killer blows that I just knew were gonna rain down on me next.

And that’s when I saw it.

Skully’s chin was on his chest and his mouth was slack. A thin trickle of blood had escaped his parted lips and was sliding down into his trimmed beard. I blinked a few times and took a closer look. That nigga’s eyes were wide open, but he wasn’t seeing a goddamn thing.

Dead silence hung in the air until China Doll sat up and scurried to the foot of the bed and stared at us. She sucked in her breath and then hollered at the top of her lungs, “Oh, shit muthafucka! That nigga’s dead! You killed him, Gerald! You fuckin’ KILLED him!”

I stood all the way up and stared into Skully’s vacant eyes in horror. The long metal coat hook that had impaled his skull still had China Doll’s slip hanging from it. It had punched straight through the back of his head, and I could just make out the pointed silver tip tryna poke out through his right temple.

My mouth dried up and I trembled inside. That nigga was dead, all right. I had killed him. I sure the fuck had.

I knew exactly what was coming next, and I made up my mind that before they came and took me away there was one last thing I had to do. I turned toward that ugly bitch China Doll and started unbuckling my belt. If I was gonna pay for my crimes then this lying-ass whore was gonna pay for hers too.

Mack ya hoes, boy! Don’t you never let a bitch mack you!

I put my paws on China Doll like a natural macaroni. And with the approving eyes of Alabama’s favorite pimp watching me from the closet door where he was hung up like a winter coat, I beat the brakes off that filthy hoe and then I wrestled her down to the floor and skullied her black ass half to death!

From B4 the G-Spot: THE LEGEND OF GRANITE MCKAY

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Flashback Friday: Enjoy an excerpt from the notorious legend who started it all...

2017-10-06T14:47:00.001-04:00

I watched my father kill a man when I was ten years old.

Puddin was wearing high heel shoes and a short denim skirt when he did it, and he choked the life outta that cat with nothing but his two bare hands.

The state of Alabama was poor and hardscrabble, and there was little tolerance for niggas in general, let alone a long-legged rusty nigga who dressed in skirts. Puddin had moved there when Mama started fooling around with her old boyfriend again, and although he wrote a few letters here and there, I hadn’t seen him since.

But he had rushed up to New York when Mama Stanfield called him to come save me, and once we were back down south my father got it set in his mind that no matter what life threw at us I was gonna get a good education. In our piss-poor neck of the woods that shit was almost impossible because we moved around a lot and I drifted from one lousy schoolhouse to the next.

Somehow Puddin came to know a flashy pimp called Skully Powers who lived in a good school district, and whether my father liked it or not, I ended up getting way more education than he had hoped for.

Skully was an ex-boxer who had made a gwap of money in the ring and then came back to his hometown and put together a stable of the sexiest hoes in the county.

Skully specialized in tricking out beautiful bitches, but he allowed Puddin to work outta his whorehouse for those rare, but profitable occasions when “that type” of customer came along.

As a kid I was fascinated by the happenings in the whorehouse, but as a schoolboy I couldn’t stand living there.

Puddin didn’t give a damn either way.

“I know them lil bastards in school be making fun of you ’cause of where we live, but don’t you give so much as a damn about what them lil fools say, Gerald! You got just as much right to be up at that schoolhouse as they do, you hear me? Stand up tall, dammit! You’s a McKay and you gots to get yourself a good education boy!”

The shit hit the fan early one morning while we were outside on Skully’s stoop. I was sitting on a milk crate watching Puddin cornrow a hoe’s hair when an old white trick stumbled outta the door holding his dick and hock-spit right in my father’s face.

“Get the fuck away from here you dirty faggot!” The old man hollered.

Puddin jumped up cussing and reached down in his stocking for his switchblade.

“Uh-uh, don’t you go starting no shit in my place!” Skully bust out the door and checked him as Puddin wiped the slimy spit outta his eyes. “You fuck around and run my customers off and you and Gerald gone have to pack it up and move it along. Fuck all that ‘good education’ shit you be talking.”

Puddin stayed mad as hell all day, and he was still mad when I convinced him to take me to the movie show later that night. We sat way up in the top seats and watched a black and white karate flick, and when we were leaving the theater damn if we didn’t run right into that old white trick again. But this time he was with two of his old white friends.

“You know what, Mister,” Puddin said, posting up his six-feet-seven inches and two hundred and sixty-five pounds of pure muscle in a flared denim skirt with yellow frills on the hem. “That was real disrespectful what you did to me earlier today in front of my son, you know. I didn’t appreciate that shit not one bit.”

That old cracker puckered his pink lips up to spit on my daddy for the second time that day but this time Puddin was ready for him. He caught that fucker by his throat before he could hawk up his spitball and he squeezed the shit outta the old man while raging quietly in his ear.

“You ain’t gone never spit on another long-dick black bitch like me never again, you old cracker bastard,” Puddin growled, standing gap-legged and steady in his high heels as he strong-armed the white man down to his knees.

“Poppa stop!” I yelled.

Beads of sweat formed on my father’s bare arms as his huge triceps and forearm muscles rippled and bulged with rage and power.

“Gerald,” Puddin said quietly as he kept right on choking, “When another man throws something in your face, whether it’s a piece of tissue or a hock of spit, then one of y’all oughtta be ready to die.”

“Poppa, no!”

“Get off him, nigga!” The man’s two friends jumped on Puddin’s back and started pounding at his head and shoulders and swinging wild blows, but no matter what they did he refused to turn that old fucker loose.

“Poppa!”

Blood ran into Puddin’s eye from where they busted him all upside his head, but he pinched his lips and tightened his grip and still refused to let go.

“Disrespecting me like that in front of my boy?” Puddin muttered with his nostrils flaring madly. “Cracker, I will snap your scrawny neckbone in two raggedy fuckin pieces!”

Them two old men swarmed all over my daddy but their frantic strength was no match for his fury. They tried to grab him in a head yoke but his chin was dug into his chest. They clawed at his eyes, but he closed them tight and snapped his teeth like a wild dog trying to rip off their fingers. They gave up fighting and tried to yank and pull their friend outta his grasp but Puddin had him locked down in a death grip.

I grabbed at my father’s arm and his rocked-up muscle felt like a truck tire. He put his knee in the man’s stomach and pressed all his weight down onto his choking hands. I cried out for him to stop, but Puddin was in a kill zone and he didn’t even hear me.

The old white man was turning blue now. I was close enough to smell the hot fear coming off him, and terror gripped me even harder when a hard stream of piss whooshed down his leg and his whole body started jerking and quivering.

His skin turned purple and a drop of blood slipped from his left nostril. His eyes rolled up in his head. His mouth went slack, and then he went into a slump.

The other two men were still fighting Puddin. Punching him and clawing at him.

But it was a useless fight because Puddin had already won.

Puddin went to prison and I was left in the care of a pimp named Skully Powers who ran a cathouse full of prime-pussied hoes. I was ten years old and a hopeless orphan. My good education had officially begun.

From B4 The G-Spot: THE LEGEND OF GRANITE MCKAY

Thought of the Day: Role Reversal! Booby done bumped his head...

2017-10-06T13:29:00.000-04:00

So, sistas of the world are coming up strong in the bank these days, and it's not unusual for a woman to be jingling more coins than her man. For a long time I was in a situation like that and it didn't really bother me because my boo was a striver and I makes mine regardless.

But this recent news about broke-ass Booby calling for Keyshia to pay him spousal support (wtf?) AND for full custody of their kid kinda makes you think.

Ain't it bad enough when a clown can't juggle all of his balls, but demanding my money and trying to take my kid away from me too? Now dis is jus tew much! Booby da ex-baller musta tripped in the paint and bumped his head!

We all know Keyshia is gonna be great no matter what (do yall think she could play Candy Montana in the movie version of CANDY LICKER?) so my question for you today is this: Mama Bears of the world, what would you say if your baby daddy told you he wanted a monthly check and FULL CUSTODY of your kid?

Thought of the Day: I became a character outta one of my books....

2017-10-05T13:27:00.002-04:00

I've been writing urban fiction for a pretty long time now. I've created dozens of female characters who go through mayhem and madness in my cautionary tales, and to be totally honest you can find some of my life in just about every one of them.

But lately I've been recognizing way too much of myself in one of my recent characters. I feel my pain transcribed in her, my frustrations with life. The way I handle men, love, pain, rejection, health, weight, disappointment, and plain old fuckin bad luck...my way is definitely her way.

Me and this character share a lot more than just the lifeblood that comes out of my pen. Some really shitty aspects of our backgrounds have merged, and our inner fears and conflictions, our changing moods, our isolation, our complicated approach to loving ourselves, our struggle to embrace our flaws...yeah, there's a whole lot of me in Diamond "Jewelz" Jordan from Empire State of Minez, and perhaps there's way too much of her in me too.

Like most women, Jewelz and I are both survivors. Chicks like us might get knocked down by the Chimp Charlies and Fat Donnies of the world, but we also climb back in the boxing ring of life, battered and bruised, but determined to fight for another day.

And we are still standing! We are still tall!

Love yourself and keep fighting!

The Media vs. Black Culture

2016-05-04T04:00:00.000-04:00

by Reem Raw

Look at Tupac. He died when he was 25. People say 'He was a thug, he was this and that.' That man was 25 years old, he was still trying to find himself. And look at his teachers, his mother, his father the Panther, Mutulu, Mumia, Geronimo Pratt. These were his elders. He was trying to follow them but bring the streets with him.

And I love Pac because he showed all of his contradictions, all his pain, his confusions. He showed all of that shit. When you're an artist that produced that much, what else can you draw from? You can't do all that if it's gonna have substance without going deep inside of yourself.

And he questioned things even within his own views. 'Even thug niggas pray. Even thugs gotta learn to take it easy.' He questioned and challenged his own peers and shit he was going through. And whatever his negative side was, when it came to the youth and the future he wanted better for them.

And the thing is, what people say was negative, he was just telling the unadulterated truth. He wasn't gonna sugarcoat it for niggas. 'Yeah, it's fucked up out here. Yeah, I gotta sell drugs because my momma's rent is late. Yeah, we pack guns. Yeah, it's niggas trying to kill me.' It's all facts.

And if that's negative to you, you should be doing something about it. 'We was given this world, we didn't make it.' He never told anybody to go live like that. But it is a fact. He's telling his story. 'Even as a crack fiend mama, you always was a Black queen mama.'

It's a negative and look at the song that he said that in about his mom. It's the truth. If he's gonna tell the truth about his mother, he's gonna tell the truth about all this shit. The truth hurts. That was Pac's power.

The only people who have a problem with those truths, are the people not affected by it, who don't wanna fix it, and who are too fucking scared and just wanna get by. Who don't want no problems. 'Let me just get by, make it through the day.' Too scared to voice their real fuckin opinions.

They want you to die in silence and out of view. The people that wanna keep you docile and down. 'No, don't think about that. Think about this.' You know what I noticed? Nobody in the media ever accuses anybody of people too positive.

The streets will call you out. Look man, all this happy music all the time is not us. It's not real. All this pop shit too. What the fuck is we smiling about? We're fucked up. Yeah, we're thugs. Like Sigel 'Too many flutes in the beat! Too many xylophones!'

You gotta be able to relate. At that time, Hip Hop was more street-oriented. And Pac said it himself, 'I'm the voice of the have-nots, so I'm gonna speak upon these travesties for the niggas at the bottom.'

If you think about it, there's plenty of successful people who can speak for other successful people. They don't lack a voice. It's the bottom that needs a voice. Because we don't get on TV with the makeup on the news interviews.

Look at this Black Lives Matter movement. If it wasn't for the power of technology that let everybody publish their story by video, by text, by audio. That was the biggest story in Twitter's history. If it wasn't for that, it would've never made news!

If you didn't have the first-person perspective, the same thing that music and books do, if you couldn't put yourself inside the person's shoes with the camera to see this cop doing what he did, it would've never been felt.

And that's another powerful thing. Our art allows you to feel what we feel. This is the issue. I was in the store today. They wanna play our songs, the oldies. They wanna dance to our music, use our slang, dress like us, but they don't wanna feel us.

No. The point is that we're trying to make something that relates. They want to come as close as they can without being stung. You wanna smell the roses, get the honey, touch the nest, hear the buzzing, but you want the bee suit. You don't want the raw shit.

But if these realities are so troubling to you, ya'll got special interest groups for everything. For dogs. America loves dogs. Ya'll will do anything for some dogs. You don't want to fix these conditions but you want to consume our music.

Look. You don't wanna fix the hood, but you wanna say 'nigga.' Which one is it? And that's the issue at the end of the day, people who want to have it both ways. What do you find entertaining about my pain? Music is a form of healing. Being able to relate or articulate it to a point where you can say 'Damn, did you hear that?'

Even then, I still feel that you can appreciate it. Because these are people who are fanciful. It only tickles the ear, it doesn't go into the ear. It's like a feather. And it's also the forbidden fruit thing too. Like 'We don't make music like this. We don't go to the ghetto.'

So it's partly an investigative thing, they're exploring and inquiring. But very few it actually penetrates. And I think that says more about you than the music. Because me, I'm a human being. I can relate. Maybe you're not a real human being with real experiences and real problems, which is why you can't relate.

Maybe you can't relate because you're not real. Maybe you live a fake plastic life, which is why you can't connect. Maybe you got it too good. I can relate to anybody from anywhere with a real life. So if you can't, you should be questioning herself.

And this is one of the issues Noire had with one of her editors. Maybe 5-10 years ago. She wrote a scene with police brutality. And the editor was like 'Oh this doesn't happen in real life.' Bitch, what you mean? In your world it doesn't happen. I'm writing for my world.

And that's the key word: relate. You gotta relate. And this is how we relate to each other. Now matter how far back you go. What happens around a campfire? Stories are told. To pass the time, to entertain, to teach a lesson, and to relate. If you can't relate, it ain't for you.

And if it ain't for you, that's cool. Leave it alone. But don't say it ain't for nobody because clearly it's for somebody. Somebody's benefitting from this. Somebody's buying this. Somebody's sending fan mail. I'm somebody's favorite author.
But if you don't relate, it's like Jay-Z said:

If you don’t like it then look in the mirror, most likely you ain’t live it,
so you don’t get it,
You ain’t did it,
so you can't vision,
the picture I’m painting ain't vivid,
the language I’m spitting is so foreign to ya

He put it perfectly:
I know real niggas happen to love it,
I just tackle the subject the flack from the public is nothing

But look at the contradictions, you'll watch Sopranos, you watch Goodfellas, you love Scarface, you watch even The Wire. But this is foreign? But you can't relate to this? How? It's too violent? How? The Sopranos got blood in the scene. This is words, written words. There's no visuals. How?

Hugh Hefner just turned 90. This culture's not foreign to this. Ya'll never called for his magazines to be burned.

Like Jay-Z said:

You probably got a couple records in your home,
Don't try to act like my track record ain't known

This is American. You can't look me in my eye and say 'I've never seen this before.' Now you might never have seen us saying it. And maybe that's what's bother you, is the speaker. But the content of the message? That's not foreign to America.

Scarface, these kinda gangster mafioso flicks, cats older than me grew up on this. So that aspect of the criticism just doesn't ring true. It doesn't resonate with me because I know America. I know my country, and ya'll been on this.

I think what you really have a problem with is the speaker. Because if it comes from Martin Scorcese, then it's a classic. Or if it's Quentin Tarantino. The Mob was Italian. You had Jewish thugs, Irish thugs, and you don't have a problem with that because those people look like you.

But the activities are the same, so don't get mad at people who don't look like you talking about the same shit. But back to the Pac situation. Never has any relevant figure in our culture glorified this shit to say, 'This is how you should live. Or this is the way things should be.'

We all talk about getting away from this shit, 'So I can cop a Benz and get the fuck out the hood.' But it's there. So for those of you who have a problem with us talking about it, how about you put your money where your mouth is and do something about it. Then we ain't gotta talk about it.

Like Jay-Z said:

Tell em I'll remove the curses,
If you tell me our schools gonna be perfect

That's my motto. At the end of the day you just can't have it both ways. You can't allow these situations and vote for policies that perpetuate these situations, don't do anything to stop these situations, but want to stop the conversation on the situations.

You want to dictate these situations that you're not subject to and you don't do anything about. Can't have it both ways. You gotta pick a side. And either way it's fine with me. It's like they say, put up or shut up.

Either you shut up, and stay out the hood. You're never gonna speak for us, but you can speak in support of us after you got some skin in the game. Without that, you're just talking because you haven't invested anything. What have you invested?

Invest something. Put your money where your mouth is. We did. We went through it. We lived it. We can speak about it. You didn't.

The Power of Lyrics and Language in Black Culture

2016-05-02T04:00:00.000-04:00

by Reem Raw

There were some real good lyrics in Empire State of Mines. Now that I've been writing and helping Noire for a minute, adding lyrics during the writing process is always the best. And sometimes it's not even my lyrics. Sometimes I quote lyrics that go right with the story.

And I quote people who some artists might listen to. I quote a lot of Big. People know Big. I quote some Pac. I quoted some Jadakiss. Lyrics like that, that symbolize the very scene that I'm writing.

And this is the value of our writers and our authors. It's funny how certain lyrics become proverbs. As Black people in America, we're creating our own proverbs through music. Our own catchphrases, our own one-liners, and they're gems to live by.

So no matter who you are, know matter what hood you're in, everybody gets a jewel. I don't care what crevice of the world you're hiding in, everybody's gonna get a jewel. Even if you're listening to maybe some of the most ignorant shit, we put jewels in. And I think that's beautiful, that's art.

We are all in the game, just different levels,
Dealing with the same Hell just different devils

That was Jadakiss, and it came to me while I was writing. And some people caught it. And as a fan and a creator, that's powerful. I can have lyrics from my life or lyrics from somebody that I like and create something around them. That's power.

In my friendships, one of us can start a quote and the other one can finish it. It makes you relate and it gets the point across. So we have a common bond of communication where we can understand quickly. And it's memorized by heart. And that's what all my close niggas got in common.

Like me and Baby, we'll be around some chick and we're bombing on em but we're using code. So they're upset because they don't know what the fuck is going on, and we're dying laughing.

As Black people that's one thing we've always had. We know how to twist a language to our liking. And we know how to code a language. And we can perfect speech. Black people, we take a language and throw some style into it. That's part of our culture that we got natural. We got entertainment, sports, comedy, you name it.

But behind that comedy and behind the music is the power of language we have. We're stylish people, we're funny people, we're witty people, we're creative people. So when we really get our hands into some shit, and then us not having much, it makes us even that much more creative. Because we make something out of nothing.

I'll put us against any group when it comes to the creativity of our speech. Maybe our women read more than our men, but just like these men memorize lyrics I bet these women memorize these scenes. It's the same kind of gratification for them.

Yeah, the women like music but they like to read. But either way, the art is reaching and it's affecting the people. And yeah, there's some ignorant shit and bullshit in there, but that's natural. That's the common denominator of all people.

But the jewels that you can use, that never dies. That never goes away. The impact. You know how many fanmails Noire gets, even from white chicks and from other races? 'Oh you changed my life.'

This shit is real to people. It matters to people and it means something to them. No matter what the genre, you'd be surprised what people take away from it. It's not about what they enjoyed. The instant gratification is there because it's a product. But what they remember after time passes, that's the powerful thing.

I think Kanye said it, 'It's like I'm slipping something in your drink.' Yeah, you're getting the alcohol, but I done laced it with some shit that's more powerful. You're coming for the shit that you enjoy, but you're getting more out of it.

You know Kanye, he's conscious at his core. So he'll make some ignorant shit, but he'll slip a message in there. Like think about it, what's one of his latest most popular songs? 'Blood On the Leaves.' The beat is hard! But it's a slave song!

At his level, he has America's attention. He's not gonna let them forget those roots. He's gonna bring that to the forefront. Most White people probably never heard that shit. A lot of black people probably never heard it. But 'From the poplar trees. Strange fruit.' What's that about? 'Blood on the leaves.'

And he made it a damn hit! That's the beauty. It's like I said, we know how to flip a fucking language and bend it to our liking. I think that has to be part of the aspiration of an artist. To impact and change culture. Or at least make them see what you see. Put them in your shoes and make them relate. That's dope to me.

Noire's Books In Order

2016-05-01T14:57:00.001-04:00

Just in case you were wondering, here's a list of Noire's Books in order.

For more information, go to NoireStore.com

1. G-Spot
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

2. Candy Licker
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

3. Thug-A-Licious
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

4. Even Sinners Have Souls w/ various authors
Kindle
Nook
Paperback

5. Baby Brother
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

6. Thong On Fire
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

7. Hood
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

8. From the Streets to the Streets w/ various authors
Kindle
Nook
Paperback

9. Hittin' the Bricks
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

10. Maneater w/ Mary B. Morrison
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

11. Unzipped
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

12. G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins (The 7 Part Serial Novel)

Pride
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

Betrayal
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

Greed
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

Envy
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

Lust
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

Trickery
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

Revenge
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

The Revenge Alternate Ending
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

13. Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless w/ Kiki Swinson
Kindle
Nook
Paperback

14. Natural Born Liar (Mink LaRue series pt. 1)
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

15. Sexy Little Liar (Mink LaRue series pt. 2)
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

16. Dirty Rotten Liar (Mink LaRue series pt. 3)
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

17. XXXhibition: A Sampler of Noire's Hottest Erotic Scenes
Kindle
Nook

18. B4 the G-Spot: The Legend of Granite McKay
Kindle
Nook
Paperback
iTunes

19. Red Hot Liar (Mink LaRue series pt. 4)
Amazon
BN.com
iTunes

20. Stone Cold Liar (Mink LaRue series pt. 5)
Amazon
BN.com
iTunes

21. Empire State of Mine$!

The All-In-One Paperback Version

Amazon Kindle
Chronicles of Crooklyn (Episode 1)
Queen of Diamonds (Episode 2)
Money Makin Manhattan (Episode 3)
Boogie Down Bronx (Episode 4)
Wildin On Staten Island (Episode 5)

BN.com
Chronicles of Crooklyn (Episode 1)
Queen of Diamonds (Episode 2)
Money Makin Manhattan (Episode 3)
Boogie Down Bronx (Episode 4)
Wildin On Staten Island (Episode 5)

iTunes
Chronicles of Crooklyn (Episode 1)
Queen of Diamonds (Episode 2)
Money Makin Manhattan (Episode 3)
Boogie Down Bronx (Episode 4)
Wildin On Staten Island (Episode 5)

Life Lessons Learned from Noire Books

2016-04-29T06:00:00.000-04:00

by Reem Raw

As far as key themes, I think Noire always has a life lesson in all of her stories even though they're urban erotic tales. Something that you can draw from. Whether it be a character's words or the actual character.

Like Hood was a stand up dude. No matter what was going on around him, no matter what situations he was in, whether he faced jail time, life, or death he always stayed himself. He always kept it honorable. Sometimes you gotta read between the lines.

And that's why a lot of ladies can relate to Noire books. Of course they're entertaining and they're funny. But we know that somebody knows a Juicy. Somebody knows a Candy Rae Montana. Somebody knows a Saucy. We know these people.

So that's the real draw. Not just because it tickles your fancy and your imagination. It's because you feel some type of connection in every one of these characters.

Shit, it might be you!

You might feel like she's talkin to yo ass! And you don't even really wanna admit it. So that's the real thing. To me, that's what makes a great author. Tap in to what real people are going through and real life situations.

And not only are there relatable characters, she got alotta strange ones. I guess people couldn't fuck with Dreko from Hood. Just a maniac, rapist, creep type of guy. He's a hard character to stomach. Just like Haz in Empire. He's one of them dudes that ya'll probably know of and you stay clear of those people.

And I would ask readers to look at how people are being manipulated. They're being manipulated in ways that happen in everyday life. People trying to gas you to do something. Or you value this person's opinion so much that you do something to prove something to them.

So it's everyday shit. Don't just read for the entertainment and glamorous parts. Take the jewels from it. The shit that's happening every day. The shit that's happened to us all at one time or another.

When Haz grabbed Handgun Goody. Goody had just watched Haz murder his nieces and nephews and he was like 'Nah nigga, you gotta stand here and you gotta stab these muthafuckas up too. If I go down, you go down.' Which is smart on Haz part, if you're that kinda guy.

But if you're put in that scenario, what if you see something and somebody tries to make you do something that you don't wanna do? It happens everyday. People don't see it coming because they've never seen it before.

So that's one of the hidden jewels of these kinda stories because it gives you preparation for the unexpected events in life that maybe you haven't gone through yet, but you could. It kinda gives you the armor to say 'I've seen this movie before. I've seen how this turns out. I done read this somewhere. We know how this story ends. It ain't gonna end like that for me, so I'm gonna do something different.'

And these might prepare you. It might save your life. Hopefully you get the insight to not do the exact same things that didn't work. You don't have to be that character and have that bad ending. Sometimes people can relate to books more than actually sitting down and being told. People will listen to their favorite entertainer or celebrity before their parents because of the way it's being delivered and it's not people too close to the situation.

Some people need outside validation, a second opinion, or a second thought process. Some of your parents didn't even go through the shit you went through. So they can't relate. They're speaking from a parental place. But young adults, they need to feel like you went through it and then they'll respect your opinion.

And even if you did go through it as a parent, they're not gonna see that. To them, you're just old. You never did it. They don't believe you. And that's why it's interesting that we kinda look up to people that are 10-20 years older than us more than our parents sometimes.

If you grew up in the 90's your heroes were Tribe or Wu-Tang or whoever. They're not as old as your parents, they haven't been through as much as your parents, but they look cool to you. And they're more in tune with what's going on now, not 30 years ago.

That's why when people say 'This rapper raised me" it's because they found something relatable in their character, in their music, in their way of life. And their style appealed. They want somebody who talks and dresses like them, who they can mold themselves after. You can't copy your pop's style and have it work. It's played out.

Maybe you can take some verbal jewels. But that's not the image your going for. The trends go so fast in our times. Sometimes the trends circle back around and get repeated. But only people who know their history can see that.

Like I was saying in that scene between Haz and Handgun (from Beast):

And the haters on my dick,
I just let em be alone,
If you gonna ride by any decisions,
Then let it be your own

I believe that's in Hood. For you young cats, ride by your own decisions because when it goes down, them people you're living for, seeking their approval, they not gonna be there for you. And it be niggas your own age you're seeking from. That's the blind leading the blind. Just because his character might be a little stronger than yours.

You don't have to be as assertive outwardly to be valuable. You don't need to seek nobody's opinion who don't know no better than you. They don't even know that they don't know much more than you. You're just going off the fact that he's loud or his position of power within ya'll ranks. Or the pecking order. But don't throw your life away following some nigga who's not really even a leader. The real leaders, you probably don't even know about.

The leaders you're supposed to be supporting, you're probably too ignorant to even know what their names are. And that's a major part of our problem. We're not real leaders, and we're not even smart followers half the time. So smarten up and open your eyes. That's a jewel for ya'll young cats out there. Peace.

Noire Books Behind the Scenes Part 1: The Story Behind the Rhymes

2016-04-20T18:37:00.005-04:00

How I Became Noire's Co-Author

Reem Raw talks about all of the Noire books that he has lyrics in, the experiences in his life that shaped those rhymes, and the process he used to become Noire's co-writer in Empire State of Mine$!

People ask me which books I have lyrics in. It's been so many books. I think my first rap was in Candy Licker. I don't remember, but the book that's prominent with my lyrics is Hood. I think she pretty much wrote Hood around my lyrics.

"Hood" is also the name of the song I did with Beez... Bang-Bang, I'm so Hood. That's off 'Gag Order' from 2005-2006. That was one of my coming out mixtapes, my first mixtape where I'm pretty much the lead. I'm writing hooks, writing songs over other people's beats but in song format, using my own shit.

Gag Order was what I was going through at the time and I was facing jail time, like when I wrote:

You was riding to the top,
But the tide done shifted,
Now you rotting in the box,
Showing signs of sickness

I was facing jail time then over regular street shit. That's one of the raps that I remember where I was and what I was writing it to. I remember that feeling, that day. I was at my man M's crib.

This is just a thug's thoughts,
For all my real niggas
It was never love lost,
Let's get it at all costs,
Just tryna make a dollar turn over again,
When it's over you can never do it over again

And that helped turn into Hood. Raps like that. It was pretty much Gag Order, previous work, featured work, a couple of things that was going to be on the "Both Sides of the Bridge" mixtape with me, Hawk, D. Black, and a couple other niggas.

Once Gag Order and "Path to Classics" dropped, then everybody in the hood wanted to rap. So whoever came through... That's when you got the hood on fire, when you got niggas who don't even rap coming in. And what's crazy is, the niggas who came in and did something was actually decent. It wasn't trash.

Shout out to Dolla and Alione and all the other niggas who came through. Storm Norm. That shit was fire.

We would get niggas from the hood to do our little snippets in between, like the skits. In 2006-2007, I got CutMaster C to host Gag Order.

So the book Hood, in a way, a lot of that was my story. At that time, I was going through regular struggling nigga shit. Fighting cases, serving fiends, going to war with niggas you used to be cool with. Just trying to keep your head above water. But at the same time, we was still having fun.

It was a struggle going through it, your emotions is high and low. But it was still fun, it was still things you could look back like 'Damn, I survived that. I survived that time period in my life. I marked that time period in my life with music. I can go back.'

I wrote a couple of shits that was heartfelt at that time. "Shame On Me," one of my best songs on Gag Order. I wrote the first verse in jail. Then I came home. I was doing so many songs and the first verse was so hard, I was holding on to it like 'Nah, I gotta wait until I get the perfect beat for that.'

And I ain't usually like that. I usually don't wait. But that one I held on. It's personal. And then when I found the beat, that's when I made the hook. And then I wrote the second and the third verse to it.

As far as what was behind those lyrics, the lyrics to 'Shame On Me' explains it all. That's the thing. Music marks the time.

We was tackling the strip,
'Til I got knocked,
Cops pattin' on my dick,
Puttin' shackles on my wrist,
Now my back against the fence

All that shit was what the fuck was going on. It was kind of a love song. The first verse was talking about what you going through with your homies. The second verse, what was going on with one of my chicks at the time. Second verse was like:

Knew you wasn't perfect,
But I knew that we could work it,
My soul food,
That's so true,
You kept me nourished,
Then shit got corrupted and no longer could we flourish,
But the bond so strong, it could move beyond verses,
Whole lotta frontin, wasn't nothing worth lying over,
I wasn't certain when I said that we could try it over

All of that shit was real, was pain, betrayal. If I let you bite me twice, then it's shame on me. As far as songs that made it into the books, it's too many. Plus that mixtape is just crazy.

"Thug's Thoughts" ended up on Thong On Fire soundtrack. The joint with me and Queena, 'He Ain't the Type', 'Between Your Knees', Spoons 'I Like Prada'. The whole CD came with it. It's like 6-7 joints on there. And Thong wasn't like Hood, so it ain't as dark. So I had the upbeat tracks.

"Twist Is" is on there. And then 'Birthday Cake'. So Thong is more of a party life, night life feel. So those songs played a intricate role in the theme of the book. And part of that's me too. It ain't all gloom and depression.

Those songs were made before the books were written. I've made songs afterward for the purpose of a book too. In Hittin' the Bricks, I made raps for Rawmello, and they were pretty much based around his character. That was cool and it was specifically for the books.

And there were a couple other raps, not really real songs because there was going to be an actor playing Rawmello in the movie. Rawmello is one of my nicknames, which ended up being a main character. Like 'Rawmello Anthony.' So it coincides. My man Hawk gave me that name.

If I had to choose, making the song before the book is always better than afterwards because it's my life. It's my experience. I don't have to fit it to a certain image of a character. It's always better when you can put the book based around my song.

And Hood is a fan favorite too. People fell in love with that story, with Egypt and Hood. And Hood spit his lyrics while he was in jail and he used raps to free his self. And that's pretty much what I did.

Everything that I was going through in the hood when I was doing my thing, all the pain and all the other shit. The fun times and all that shit. Music was my outlet and let me release it in a positive way. It wasn't just the 'Oh, I'm nice and I can put words together real good.' Some people can put words together with no substance or no real background or basic life in their theme.

That's why certain artists like Jay-Z, if you ask him, his favorite album is always gonna be Reasonable Doubt. He'll tell you himself, that's his whole life up to that point. Everything he's done in the streets until that point, before the success? That's his favorite album. That's his baby. That's the one he bought the masters for, not them other shits. Ya'll can have them other shits, let me keep Reasonable Doubt. That's my baby. That's my life.

So I understand what he's saying now. Because Gag Order was kinda like my baby. Before Gag Order I did a bunch of music too, but not like 'Boom, this is a Reem Raw project.' It's always been a 'Reem Raw versus whoever' battle rap, or Reem Raw with Red Baron, Reem Raw with Ricky Ro, Reem Raw with Philly Swain.

Gag Order was my first joint. Niggas let me rock out. And I had help. Hawk came through, and he was so nice with it, he helped me put things together in format and structure without him even knowing that I did it.

Hood is probably the book I most connected with because my DNA is in that shit. So if somebody wants to get to know me, that book reflects me even more than Empire State of Mine$!.

Empire was more of me being creative with the writing. Expanding my imagination. Pulling things together. Some of my personal experiences are in there mixed with imagination because it's a story and it has to sell and make sense.

But that was really more of me stretching my mind. Trying to separate the artist from the author. I had to be an author and way more intricate. So if you wanna know more about me and you've never met me, Hood is the book to get to absorb my life. My experiences in the game and what I was going through.

We didn't get into the writing that much in this blog because we focused more on the lyrics. Later on, we'll talk more about the scenes from other books that I inspired or contributed to, like the whole Liar Series. I want ya'll to be able see my versatility and how I've kinda been involved. Even with B4 The G-Spot.

I want ya'll to see the formulation, the growth, the evolution of my involvement from the rap to everything else. All of that behind the scenes work helped me take a lot of the reigns in Empire. It was kinda like an apprenticeship. It wasn't like I was just jumping out there with 5 books.

You can't just go out there with a 5 book series and put your name on a cover with a bestselling author. I put my time in. I paid my dues. Because a lot of ya'll are asking Noire asking "How do I start writing?" Well we're going to get into that process. Stay tuned!

Thursty Thursdays

2016-03-17T20:16:00.002-04:00

What's your favorite meme? Let us know in the comments!

2016-03-10T14:59:00.000-05:00

Who is Reem Raw? (Empire State of Mine$!)

2016-02-26T02:36:00.003-05:00

Who is Reem Raw? Tell us about your background?

I'm a artist, actor, and now author. I built my rep in the streets for battling other rappers, killing shows and going on small tours from NYC, NJ, Maryland, VA, Detroit and the Carolinas. Being able to entertain put me in the loop with a lot of street guys and people in the music industry as well. Meaning I could get booked to do a show with the drug dealers but also get booked to do shows with up and coming rappers like Uncle Murda and be on stage with my hometown heroes from Brownsville, M.O.P.

How did you meet Noire?

I got the legendary DJ Cutmaster C to host one of my mixtapes that was buzzing a few years back. It had the streets on fire and I got a phone call one day from a guy who said an author liked my music and wanted to work with me. So I'm thinking, who is the author and how could they help me when I do music and they write books. I found it was Noire, an Urban Erotic Fiction writer. I didn't know who she was at the time, but when I did my homework and mentioned it to a few of my girlfriends they were head over heels about her work. That's when I started seeing her book G-Spot in every house I went to and I knew she was the real deal. So I started providing lyrics for a few of her books, which lead me to being a character, which lead to me doing a soundtrack, and then a movie for the Noire Brand. The relationship grew and now I'm a part of Team Noire and a official author with a legend in the Urban Erotic fiction game.

Tell me about "Empire State of Mine$!"

Empire State of Mine$! is an Urban Erotic Thriller. We kept it in traditional Noire fashion with a mean twist on it. Along with my imagination and personal background from the hood, it came together lovely. It's dark, it's grimy, it's funny, and in depth. It combines the old school and new school slang and hood principles from how I grew up to how things are now. Sex, Money, and Murder. All the things that people crave in this genre with a love story, tragedyk and triumph intertwined in it. It's versatile and that's what I was aiming for.

What was it like working with Noire?

Noire is meticulous and working with her you have to have every area covered. It's intense and she forces you to expand on your ideas and be very detailed. These are the things that separate her from the rest of the authors. These are the things that her fans demand from her and she has to deliver. So I had to have that same approach and the more I fell into that mind frame, the better my writing became. I had to become those characters and breathe life into them. I thought about them even when I wasn't writing. To the point where they have their own voice in your head.

Describe your writing process?

I probably have the least traditional writing process to stir up my creative juices. I have to have music playing and different things to put me into my character and scenarios. Sometimes I go on a walk by myself and think about my own past and personal experiences to kick start ideas for plots and places. I can't just sit in one spot and come up with things, my best motivations and inspirations come when I'm in a good groove basically.

What made you want to write your first book?

I wanted to diversify my skills and broaden my rep. It's like nothing I've ever done before. It's so intricate and detailed. Plus my the natural flow of being around one of the best authors in the game, it was the next step in my progression. I know a lot of people who like to write and are good, but never take it to that next level for some reason. I had the opportunity to lock in and try to expand my natural creativity into another craft. I think I did a good job for the most part. When you are a creative person you should always try and push yourself to see how far you can go. I took another step with that by co-writing my first serial novel.

What were some of the highs and lows of writing "Empire State of Mine$!"?

The highs for writing Empire State of Mine$ were watching my characters develop and taking on lives of their own. The personality that they took on and being able to draw from people I knew in my own life to help create them. I loved that part. Some of the lows were fighting through mental fatigue and trying to keep my creative engine running. At some points I wouldn't think about the book intentionally for a while just to reshape my thoughts and I would come back and write better.

Are you still doing music?

I will always do music. I took a step back from the studio while I focused on writing this book because it took all my thoughts and energy to be the best author I could be. I'm known for my music and that's kind of second nature to me. I still have bars and songs on deck.

Is there a "Empire State of Mine$!" mixtape on the way?

I'm going to let the fans decide if they want to hear a Empire State of Mine$ soundtrack. If it's in demand then I would love to drop with something hard. Maybe five songs, one for each borough. None of that pop song lollipop stuff either, just vintage Reem Raw straight outta Brownsville shit.

What can your fans expect from you next?

The fans can expect more books and podcasts from now on as I try to build my own brand and continue the legacy of Team Noire. I want to become a personality more than just an author. I don't want to limit myself to one thing. I'm an entertainer and a creator. I want to try my hand at a lot of different shit. So make sure you stay on the lookout for Reem Raw!!

Listen to the whole interview on SoundCloud here.

2016-02-10T13:14:00.002-05:00

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2016-02-10T12:06:00.003-05:00

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2016-02-08T14:58:00.004-05:00

Hey fam!

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It's been a minute, but I'm back, and I'm all up in it!

I really missed y'all and I'm excited as hell to be back on deck and riding on the urban erotic train again!

But this time instead of traveling solo, I've got artist Reem Raw riding shotgun with me. Together we just dropped EMPIRE STATE OF MINE$!

We're giving you 5 urban bangas all at once, something never before done in street lit history, and I guarantee you this sexy serial novel will keep you turning the pages and squirming on the edge of your seat!

Part street-lit, part love story, part nail-biting thriller, and 100% steamy and erotic, EMPIRE STATE OF MINE$! is a serial novel movie-in-a-book type thang. It consists of 5 thrilling episodes: Chronicles of Crooklyn, Queen of Diamonds, Money Makin Manhattan, Boogie Down Bronx, and the block-buster finale, Wildin on Staten Island!

Travel with our diverse cast of characters and get to know Slick, Jewelz, Honore, Cucci Momma, Sly, Wild Man, Noodles, and last but not least, Whitey. Oh yeah, don't sleep on the white boy or it'll be the last nap you ever take!

From the moment I brought you G-Spot: An Urban Erotic Tale, to this very day, I have put the pen to the paper expressly for YOU! I give you much lub and respect my reading fam, and I know you're gonna go bananas over this Noire & Reem Raw Joint that will definitely satisfy your literary jones.

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Drake vs. Meek Mill & Ciara vs. Future (RRR #8)

2015-10-09T16:13:00.001-04:00

Cam: Yo, yo, yo... what up yo?

Reem Raw: Ayo... we back with another Reem Raw muthafuckin radio! It gets. The people. Goin! You know how we do man. I'm bout to Funk Flex niggas today. I'ma tell you this from the rip cuz you might wanna shut it the fuck off. This one is for me. This is Meek vs. Drake. But we gonna delve into a whole buncha different little intricacies of this whole situation and shit, ya dig? So wsup with ya'll? What's up Cameraman? What's good wichu?

Cam: Good man, this shit got the damn streets in a frenzy out here.

Reem Raw: "Got the headphones on fire this time around Kiss." This shit is really um... nigga Meek said Revenge of the fuckin Nerds, shit is crazy! Let's break it down real quick... Drake diss, the first one Charged Up... It was a love tap. Meek said "you didn't write your own raps" on Twitter. He didn't come out in a song and say it. So you responded with Charged Up. It was meh. The shit was a love tap, it was light. You sound very relaxed to be "charged up." What you think Cameraman?

Cam: Yeah, you know he only had 2-3 bars in the shit. It wasn't nothin serious. It was just to let Meek know "I'm here, nigga. I'ma respond. This is gonna be a fight." It's a intro. It's a intro song, that's all it was. But the important thing about Charged Up is he never disputed the allegation.

Reem Raw: Right, he never disputed the allegations. And for you to be answering allegations of that nature with a diss song that soft, it was kinda like you didn't even believe it. Like you couldn't expect us to believe it. So it was exciting because that was your first direct/indirect diss. That was the real shock to me. It was actually kinda straight forward. Drake is a passive aggressive nigga that'll say something on another nigga's track about another nigga. He gonna tell your man's man about something he wants you to know. He's one of them type of niggas. So I was more surprised that it was kinda direct, not really at the bars. So then the world was kinda iffy with it, so this brings us to Back to Back. Which I fucked with. This is more your vein. It's a party song. It's a club song. They can shake to it. They can bounce to it. Not full of bars, like people be trying to amp it. It was a hahaha, hehehe track. "Nigga I'm Drake and you're Meek" type jab. I don't know why people was expecting Takeover or Ether from this shit. It wasn't that. So, what you think about Back to Back?

Cam: It was definitely more lyrical. And Drake has a master marketing team behind him. Because they saw that "Well, this has multiple uses, we can leverage this. I'm not just gonna drop a diss track and leave it at that." That shit got 23 million listens on Soundcloud. "I'ma make a diss song, that also is gonna be a single, that also is gonna get played in the club, that also has a simplistic enough hook that any idiot can repeat it." So now you got NFL, baseball, basketball players singing this shit in the locker room. It was just masterful in terms of the strategy. Lyrically, it wasn't nothing heavy. Wasn't nothing close to the Golden Era beefs we know of. But as far as positioning, it really put Drake where he wanted to be in terms of getting the people on his side.

Reem Raw: Yeah, and Drake's a entertainer. This is what he's known for. This is the club shit in the type vein that he's good at. So that was cool. Then Meek comes back with the "I Wanna Know" and what we expected from Meek is not what he gave us. People wanna put Meek down, but see I'm a artist so I can kinda see the way he was coming at Drake. Which isn't the way that we all wanted him to. We wanted that yell on the track, spazz on you, Philly, nappy braids flow Meek. I understand that, that's what we wanted. Meek chose the "I'm gonna spit facts about you. I'm gonna tell you about the chain that you rocked in wherever you was at to get your respect from niggas. I'ma tell you that the nigga pissed on you in the mothafuckin movie theater. I'm gonna drop a reference track that none of us ever heard." He dropped the "Running Through the 6 with My Woes" that's what killed it for me dog. That was one of my favorite songs on Drake's last shit. But overall, Meek didn't come how we wanted him to come. He came more fact oriented. But, you have to think about where was the origins of this shit? The origin of his tweet was fact-oriented. It was "nigga you didn't write the verse that you gave to me on my track." That's a fact, pretty much. So he came with the fact shit. For some reason, he didn't wanna play with the bars like we know he can. And he should've cuz it's a diss. And he's from that vein. They both the same age. They both 28. They from that vein. They ain't from this 2000-era shit. They could've both came harder, but we expect Meek cuz Meek is really from that cloth. So I get it, people were disappointed. Cool. But this is what fucks me up. When ya'll people talk about ghost writing or getting help and all of this shit doesn't matter. So shout out to ya'll bitch ass niggas in the Hip Hop Debaters group. It's Reem Raw, Kharim Thompson, however the fuck you wanna say it. I know you seen me going the fuck off this whole week. I'm trolling the trolls, nigga. Cuz if you know me, then you know that if it's nothing else in this world I'm passionate about, it's about music. I'm a artist. I can respect. I know the guts it takes. The blood, sweat, and tears and the long hours in the studio and the falling asleep thinking about raps nigga. Rap has took me places where school couldn't or school didn't. This was me, this was my career path. I've never been big, never blew up up, none of that shit. But even my little marginal career path with rap, it's took me places that alot of my friends have never been. Alot of my peers have never been. Alot people who stuck in one spot has never been. So I'm passionate about this shit and I'm from that era. So miss me with the "getting help don't matter." Miss me with all that fuck shit. Because if that's the case, and I know ya'll seen me say this plenty of times this week "let's just all build a Drake. Let's all get the rappers. Let's all pay a nigga $5k or however much he paid Quentin. Let's pick a lightskin niggas from Hip Hop Debaters with a nice little mustache, whatever the fuck you wanna call it. A nice little voice. Let's all write for him, and let's all get paid then!" But that's not Hip Hop. And when you think about it, how could you be mad at Meek? If I pay $40,000 for a Drake feature but Quentin Miller wrote it, why wouldn't I just pay Quentin Miller $5,000 or maybe even ten? So I'm basically paying for Drake's name and not his bars. Get the fuck outta here. You would be mad too. Any nigga would be upset with that shit too. And that was the basis of it. You could look at it from both sides "Meek should've had something loaded in the chamber if he was gonna come at him like that." True, he should've. I could respect that too. And maybe he slept on Drake a little bit. Maybe he didn't think Drake was gonna... but with those type of allegations, you gotta expect that even a quiet soft nigga like Drake gonna say something. What you think, Cameraman?

Cam: Well, I think definitely you never start a war unprepared. It's foolish. I don't know if Meek was just in his feelings or like you said he slept on Drake. But if you sleeping, you wrong period. And just the strategic fuck up Meek did man. You throw the shot. He threw two back at you, and you still ain't respond in like what? It's been a week. So, I can't agree with how Meek approached it, but Meek ain't lie. So, in that sense he's half right and he's half wrong because who wins at the end of this? That's the question. To me, if I'ma make a move, I make moves for me to win. I don't make moves for me you to lose. I mean Meek obviously, he's getting another level of visibility out of this but he's getting the wrong type of attention. This shit is not necessarily healthy for his career. He's losing support. Drake's winning the PR war. And I don't man, time is gonna tell what this is gonna do to Meek. But from what I can see, people are scared to say anything about Drake in the industry.

Reem Raw: Yeah, shout out to you bitch ass industry niggas too that know better. Ya'll niggas know better. The politically correct shit goes out the window when you giving niggas passes. And my peers, people I grew up with, people in my age bracket "Yo Reem son, we ain't even consider Drake a lyricist anyway. He's just a entertainer. He's just this, he's just that. It ain't that serious." Nigga it is that serious! Because even if we don't consider Drake a lyricist, he's still a artist with influence who influences other artists. This is why rap is ass cheeks right now! So when he does it, these little niggas who's already ass or ones that aspire to be good, they gonna be like "oh well, fuck it if Drake could do it, let's all get it in. Let's all hire writers and shit." He sets the precedent to a certain crowd. He has influence over a certain crowd. Whether you look at him as a lyricist or not. What about your pride as a artist? As a creator? And I'm not saying niggas wrote Drake shit his whole career. "He was a multi-platinum artist. He had Grammy's before this, way before Quentin Miller was around." So you don't think it's a possibility that it was another Quentin Miller before this? Let's keep it the fuck funky. It's probably always been somebody there. It wasn't necessarily Quentin Miller, we know that. Don't try to play the fucking deflect games. Cuz ya'll niggas in this Hip Hop Debaters is funny as hell. I find myself arguing with niggas born in '98 and shit. It be funny as hell, the level of... like I said, niggas should have to take a fuckin test to be in these groups man. It should be a entry exam to debate because ya'll niggas... I know me. If I don't know something, I'm gonna inquire about it, but I'm not really gonna debate you on it. I don't wanna look stupid. Who wants to look stupid? If you don't know something it's ok to ask. It's ok to not know. But when you start saying dumb shit and niggas looking at you like where the fuck did you come from? Like you was just born in what 2005? Nigga said... I would say your name but you too young muthafucka. I might get a fuckin harming a minor charge for dissing your bitch ass. Cyber bullying. Soon as you go hang yourself they gonna go back to my goddamn comment and charge me. But nah, in all seriousness tho. If you a artist tho. You know that your artistry is everything. We didn't start rapping so we could make a million dollars. We rapped cuz we was nice. You drew and made artwork cuz you was nice. You took photos in rare different angles cuz you was nice. You painted with your paintbrush and shit cuz you was nice. You try to aspire to make the best art you could, not the money. It's difference between business and this art shit. The art is gonna be here way past this business. Dog, record labels are dying. Rap is still gonna be here. It's just... let's not start paying for shit, cuz then where does it stop? And it's always been ghostwriters, but the people who getting ghostwrote for, the ones we know about, weren't considered the nicest niggas. They weren't crowned as the kings of this shit. Don't tell me Eazy-E. Don't bring Diddy name up. Don't bring Dr. Dre name up. These is the niggas that ya'll say to try to deflect a nigga. You didn't say Big. You didn't say Nas. You didn't say Jay. You didn't say Pac. You didn't say even lesser niggas than that. You didn't say 'Mega. You didn't say the Grafhs. You didn't say the niggas that are known for spittin. So cut it the fuck out. How you feel Cameraman?

Cam: Man, I just feel like you can't be the best if you need a supplement. You need help, you need a boost. It's like gettin caught taking steroids or some shit. Your record gotta be taken. You can't get credit for that race. You Lance Armstrong in these streets. You gotta give the title back, you gotta give the belt back, the tropy, the crown, whatever you call it. As far as business, well business is gonna do what business does to maximize profit. But as far as art is concerned, you can't sign your name on some shit you ain't create dog.

Reem Raw: Real shit. When did we start giving people passes, Hip Hop? When do we give people passes who claim they're the king? Dog, you just took a step back from Kendrick. You just took a step back from Cole. Three, four tracks worth of step backs. That's just the ones we know. And then look at all the shit that's coming out about Drake. Look at all the things we're finding out. We're finding out about the Kia Shines who helped you write Best I Ever Had. We're finding out that "I Got My Eyes On You..." I didn't even know that that was somebody else whole song. That whole song is somebody else's that you redid. It's cool, it's a pop song, whatever. But we wouldn't have really known these things unless Meek said something. Let's keep it in perspective guys. So everybody wanna say "yeah, but Drake bodied Meek." Yeah even if Meek lost, cool cool cool. But what did Meek expose in him losing? Cuz let's keep it for real. Nobody ever put Meek on Drake's level. He's just a North Philly nigga that can spit. That can actually make better songs than the rest of Philadelphia right now. Period. So, his little $5 million he's worth, whatever. It's a win for him. Regardless. He didn't come in this game with the expectations Drake did. Look who he's signed to. Rick Ross is fake as shit. He just got on. He did his thing. His fans don't put him up there with the likes of Drizzy. Fraudrey Graham. They don't put him up there with him. So what's the big deal then? And I compared it to this too. Another analogy. If I challenged Floyd Mayweather. And I'm decent with the hands. But that's still Floyd Mayweather. And he beat the shit outta me. Fucked me up in the middle of the ring. Back to Back. Back to back rounds, fucked me up. But I exposed the fact that he takes steroids. I exposed the fact that he had a metal fuckin plate in his gloves. What's gonna be more memorable in time? That he beat my ass or he took fuckin steroids? Or he had a metal plate in his gloves in his last four fights? Let's be for real. Ya'll hold him to a higher esteem than me anyway. I wasn't supposed to win. Maybe I was supposed to win cuz Meek's, you know, the street dude but you can't come at Drake like you would come at a Cassidy. So, in any regard, he's a bigger artist. And miss me with this "oh but, such and such said he wrote for Meek. Then it would be reference tracks everywhere. Ya'll faggot ass OVO dickriding stans woulda found it. Niggas woulda paid for it. One of Drake's Jew friends woulda paid for the shit. Just to counteract whatever Meek and them found. It woulda been out, trust me. So, once ya'll find that, I'll go in on Meek too. Other than that, it's bullshit. It's reaching. It's once you get caught stealing at the store, your man say "oh but he was stealing the shit too!" Nobody ever heard of that shit until you got caught. Now niggas is pointing fingers. It's just like that. Wasn't nobody saying nothing about Meek getting wrote for until he exposed your man... "Drizzy Drake... check me out... comin live from the muthafuckin North Side..." Yo, that's still my nigga, don't get it fucked up. His songs are good, dog. But he can never be a legend to me. He's past the guys that's forefronting trying to bring the lyrics back to Hip Hop. That's why I fucked with Drake, cuz he was bringing the wordplay back. Yeah he's pop. Yeah he can do the crossover shits. But that's cool, that's for that crowd. I fucked with him for the 5AM in Toronto's, the Don't Fuck With Me's, the fuckin "I'm Goin In, I'm Goin In...", which I found out somebody else wrote allegedly cuz it wasn't a "reference track." But, whatever I did my homework on that. But that's the thing about it ya'll. When you're a artist. When you respect your fuckin craft. When you take pride in what you do, it bothers you, it annoys you when people in a certain are cheating. It's essentially cheating. "Oh he got the credit for it." So fuckin what! "He's not a ghostwriter because he got the credit for it." Where's Big's credit? Where's Pac's credit? Where's Nas's credit for doing it themselves? That's the basis of this whole shit.

Cam: The way I see it is like this man. You can't ever really know what to give Aubrey Graham props for. Because you don't know where a ghostwriter was lurking in the shadows and at what point. So, when you say you're a Drake fan you mean you're a fan of the music he released. But when I say I'm a fan of somebody, I'm a fan of the music they created. And there's a big difference. I can't look at Drake as a creator no more. Every bar that I hear that I like from him, now will be suspect. Every punchline, I'm thinking Quentin Miller. So now I can't totally embrace him. He's a marketing creation. He's a music label's dream. He's a android. He's not real. He's not organic. He's put together piece by piece. He's a Voltron. The crazy thing about Drake is, he came in on the brand of being "Mr. Honesty." And Mr. I'm Real I'm True I'm Sensitive I'm Vulnerable... and what's crazy is, how can you have a ghostwriter writing all those things for you? You can't be honest saying another man's words? I mean, your word is your bond. If your word is your bond, what's really your word? Who is Drake? That's the scary shit about it. Who is Drake? Ya'll niggas don't know who he really is. Which one of those lines he said he really meant or he really wrote?

Reem Raw: And where does it stop? Where does it end? If it's cool for him, a nigga who's claiming king. Not a Dr. Dre or Eazy-E. A nigga who's claiming to be at the forefront of this generation... if you a entertainer, then you're a entertainer, that's cool. That's all fine and dandy. But don't claim this emcee shit. Emcee's take this shit serious. The blood, sweat, and tears we put into our pen. Racking our brain. Refining ourselves. Reinventing ourselves. And I don't give a fuck what nobody sold. The accolades means nothing. The accolades comes with the shit. The penmanship is the basis of everything. It's the basis of it all.

Cam: I would rather hear a Quentin Miller song than hear a by Drake ghostwritten by Quentin Miller song. I wanna respect the artist because music and art supposed to be creative. I wanna get straight to the creator. I wanna get to the source. To me, I can't give him no credit, I can't put him at the top of any list. He's a successful figure, he's rich. He got his money. Obviously that must be what he came here to do. He didn't come here to create nothing new or original because ain't shit original about him. Even his style, alot of people credit that to Kanye. Being a sensitive introspective, you know. So now, if your style is not yours. You're from Canada, you came in trying to sound like you was from Houston. If your style ain't yours and your words ain't yours... sheeeit... I'm starting to suspect your mothafuckin vocals. Do you even sing your own shit? I'm wondering. Who the hell are you dog? Now nigga I'm looking at you like you the mothafuckin Feds. How much deception?

Reem Raw: How many reference tracks do it take to get to the real you? And ghostwriters, some of em don't want the limelight. Some of em, they do better with other artists doing they shit than themselves. Like take The-Dream. I love The-Dream albums but he's probably not that super big for his own work. But guaranteed nigga, you love Rihanna. You know who's behind that. Lot of Beyonce songs, you know who's that? Countless other muthafuckas, Dream is behind that shit! Whether you knew that shit or not. So, the ghostwriter is always gonna be a part of the game. The helper with your music is always gonna be a part of the game. But this is what separates Rap from any other genre. It's because we spit if from the gut, we do it from the muscle. This is where you get your fans from. This is what validates you. This is what gives you the strength to keep going. Let me use myself for example. When I first wrote my first rap, I thought the shit was ass. My first rap name was K Lover by the way. That's a exclusive for ya'll. I thought it was ass, but I spit that shit before homeroom or some shit in the hallway. Everybody was on it. So that gives you the motivation to go do another one. "Man I can do better than this one. This one's cool but I can do better." So you start testing yourself. Challenging yourself. Shout out to my boy Gita. Free my big dog G, my big bro. He said, "Reem if you don't diversify yourself... Yeah you got the hardest bars, yeah your shit is hard, you hittin. But if you don't diversify yourself, you gonna be stuck in that Prodigy, Styles P lane." He told me that shit. And for a minute, that's all I cared about was being in that... I wanna have the bars like P. I wanna spit like Styles. I wanna spit like Jada. And it's nothing wrong with that cuz that's who I grew up to. But I seen what he was saying, especially when I start making songs with niggas like Philly Swain and niggas like Hawk who could really put they song game down. Now your raps gotta be multi-dimensional. Shout out to my nigga Phil and shit. Phil lets his fuckin personality shine through his shit. It ain't all about being all serious and technical. It's about letting your personality shine. So once Git' told me that, it was on. I challenged myself like "Man it ain't nothing I can't do, nigga." That was the pride from all of the years it took me to get my confidence up like "I can do anything. Who? What? What nigga? Throw that beat on. I'll ride that joint." So that's when I started swerving. Getting on everything. Puttin my shit to it. And that's what makes you a complete artist. So it's the pride. Any nigga who takes pride in whatever they do can't give niggas a pass who cheat. I don't give a fuck what it is. If you're a photographer. If you're a painter. If you wash windows by hand. If you create hand made art instead of something that's being done in a factory that they put on fuckin a assembly line. That shit to you ain't authentic. When you make the material. When you mold that shit yourself and you put your stamp of approval on it and it's not the Pepsi/Coke machine conglomerate. Nah man, it's different. And people who can't create usually don't respect it cuz you're too fuckin lame or you're not good enough or you're too brain-dead to even create anything. So I don't expect you people to really appreciate this shit cuz alot of ya'll can't do shit anyway. Some of ya'll niggas are made to be just workers cuz you're not fuckin blessed or you "just ain't got enough mind capacity." So, I give some of ya'll niggas a pass. Some of ya'll I don't. Some of ya'll are fuckin idiots, shouldn't even be in the group. I'm talkin greasy cuz this is what I do when it comes to this music shit. And you can get at me anytime, I'm willing to debate anything about Hip Hop because this is me. This is my life. Feel me?

Cam: Yeah. And like you said... I blame it on a like of experience, and exposure and maturity. Some people don't get the difference between something that's organic and something that's manufactured. And that's why McDonald's got billions of customers. You mothafuckas will eat a piece of meat that ain't even come from a animal. Some shit that was created in a lab outta plastic. And wanna diss me for liking steak and filet mignon and shit like that.

Reem Raw: You'd rather a fuckin mystery meat burger from McDonald's and shit.

Cam: So, I can't be mad at ya'll, cuz ya'll are young in your minds. When I say Biggie's the best, ya'll wanna tell me Drake's the best or some crazy shit like that. But, "I don't blame you young blood, I blame your old head..."

Reem Raw: "For not giving you proper guidance..."

Cam: "That's why ya'll all knuckle heads." As Emillio Sparks said, famously. So yall grow up and learn to appreciate the finer things in life. Arts and crafts, mothafucka. Crafts means personally made by a master. Not no damn team of... "I got this section of his image and that part of his raps and we're gonna come together and mix it all up into a package and make it look like one guy did it all. And make this megastar, the Michael Jackson of Rap." Let's be for real. You can enjoy the man's music. But don't call ever him the best because he's not the best at anything. He didn't do anything better than anybody before him, except maybe hire better writers.

Reem Raw: On a lighter note though, the funniest shit to come out of this whole diss is the mothafuckin memes dog. These Meek memes, these "Who pissed on Drake?" memes, the shit be having me the fuck on the floor yo. On the floor yo. Shout out to whoever comes up with these shits, ya'll niggas is the real mothafuckin MVPs. And even the Drake fans who say Meek lost, cool. Argue your points. Long as you can back your points up with some things that make sense, I fuck with ya'll. Like shout out to my nigga Jeff Entenny. I don't know if I fucked up your last name but Jeff you know what's up. Andrew Wardroke, you're a fuckin troll. Get the fuck outta here, you be on some sucka shit. Shout out to my nigga Andy Archer, you already know that's my fuckin bro, that's family. Rest of ya'll niggas, rest of ya'll be cold fuckin suckas yo. Especially about this Hip Hop shit. Charles DJ Ed Jess, you cool. I enjoy debating with you and shit sometimes. Sometimes you be off the fuckin hook. GX Cheebi... I don't even know what to say about you dog. You's a cold sucka too. Real shit, ya'll niggas is cold suckas. And I'm naming niggas. Fuck it, cuz I can. But nah, shout out to everybody that fucks with me on this podcast shit, man this shit is really fun. Shout out Scoop too, she gave me a good idea too. I gotta talk about this whole... What you think about this Ciara and Future with the whole... We gonna go back to back for ya'll cuz it's been a live week and shit's been poppin off, we got alot to talk about so we gonna go back to back. We got this. You feel me?

Cam: I mean me? Listen man, as far as Russell Wilson and Ciara, if you love that girl it's cheaper to keep her. If she worth it, you don't wanna see your baby mama rollin around with a nigga way richer than you. He getting $90 million off this contract. He really fuckin up some commas, my nigga. You ain't fuckin up commas like Russell Wilson.

Reem Raw: You still trying to get Dirty Sprite 2 money, dog. But nah, in all seriousness tho man like I said in one of my groups, my relationship group, "Who would you rather have that little nigga around, Russell Wilson or mothafuckin 50 Cent nigga?" Cuz she was fuckin with 50 first. But for real tho, it comes from the eye of the beholder. If you're really in your kids life, you gotta expect Ciara to have a life. This is not your only kid either, so this is just the kid in the spotlight cuz this baby mama is the famous one. What's up with all the other one's that's probably still in Atlanta. Living in wherever the fuck they at, fuckin some dirty nigga that can't dream about makin Russell Wilson...

Cam: He just embarrassed cuz it's public.

Reem Raw: Yeah, it's public. He's a little embarrassed. But all these silly niggas jumpin in this shit, like as long as he ain't smacking your son around or doing no sucker shit like that, he's helping Ciara. I just don't see the problem. And if that's the case, if it is a big enough problem, whether it's Future or any of ya'll niggas who disagree... or ya'll just Future fans or whatever the case may be, then file for full custody my nigga. Go to court, battle it out. Are you really capable of taking your son full-time if you got a full-time job? Be a full-time dad and drink lean and drop Dirty Sprite 3's and shit? Can you really do it?

Cam: I think as a man, in the Black community we really fail to promote and respect and emphasize responsibility like we should. And the question is, what's Future's responsibility level compared to Russell Wilson's responsibility level. I don't know neither one of them dudes, but Russell Wilson is a professional athlete. He's secure, he's stable. Allegedly, Future dog, she caught you cheating. You can't be mad at that woman for pickin the stable option. Let her be. If you cheatin on her, you know the game. A woman got every right to go. You can't expect her to stick around. And don't get mad cuz she found a better dude for her. Keep it pushin.

Reem Raw: And then what they saying is, they not even sleeping together. So at least they practicing some type of discipline. It's not like they in public taking pictures hugged up, cheesing for the cameras. These is all off-guard pictures. They just living they life. They're not trying to make the shit a spectacle like "Line all the paparazzi up, and get one photo." Nah, these photos is them interactin on they day to day. They not even paying attention. They not doing this shit for the publicity. At least from what I know, if ya'll know something else ya'll can get at me and let me know or whatever the case may be. I don't see the big deal in this shit.

Cam: I mean, no one's like saying "Joke's on Future." This is part of life man. Everybody got this kinda situation, exes...

Reem Raw: I know chicks who do the spiteful shit, but I don't see Ciara trying to do no spiteful shit with the child towards you. Honestly, I just think it's a lot of his male fans that's like "What the fuck is going on?" Like she not supposed to have a life. You stupid man. You dumb.

Cam: These issues, a lot of times it's not even debatable. It's just lack of maturity, exposure, and experience. And a young dumb mind is gonna have a problem with the wrong things and be ok with the wrong things. So, it's always gonna be a debate because they ain't got no sense. But I think she's in good hands, let her be. Future go his way, let her go her way. As long as he got the right to see his kids. Like he should be able to. But it ain't nothing dishonorable or disrespectful there. Let them live.

Reem Raw: Yeah, let em live. It is what it is, you know. Ya'll got Ciara trending. I'm looking at my Twitter and shit. Niggas like "Yo Reem, check this shit out." I'm like "What the fuck? Did she slip on stage? Did Russell slap the shit outta her?" I'm getting all these crazy texts and niggas blowing me up. It's about this bullshit... I think it's. Ehhh. I don't know. Ya'll can let me know tho. Let me know how ya'll feel.

Cam: It's nothing. It's nothing too it. It's nothing to be mad about. That's regular life. Odds are, everybody gonna have a ex. Everybody gonna have a baby mama or a baby father.

Reem Raw: Shout out to the spiteful exes and shit. Especially the ones with kids. Whether you a man or a female. The level of pettiness that ya'll mothafuckas be showing especially when a kid is involved. Ya'll gonna pay for that shit. Karma gonna come back around. It's gonna come the fuck back around. That petty shit. Playing with people kids and all that other shit. It's too much of us not doing the right thing. So if you're purposely trying to push the wrong agenda. Trying to push the wrong type of message. Just to get back and you aggy. Be the bigger person. I know sometimes you gotta be petty. I know how it gets. Don't get it fucked up. But sometimes you gotta be the grown mothafucka. You gotta be the person that dead that shit, if only for the strength of your seed. "Ahh, I hate this bitch. Ahh, I hate this nigga!" I'm saying that's fine and dandy, you can. But at the end of the day, ya'll laid down and made somebody, a girl or a boy who didn't ask to be here. At the end of the fuckin day. Nobody asked to be here, dog. So, take that shit into consideration. And it is what it is. Hit me up, ReemRaw609@gmail.com. This podcast was for me. Usually it's for ya'll, I take ya'll advice and I put ya'll into it. But this whole Drake and Meek thing, and ghostwriting and all that shit... This one was for me. Fuck it.

Why Do Men (and Women) Cheat? (RRR #9)

2015-10-06T05:32:00.000-04:00

Reem Raw: Yo, yo, yo, yo... and we back at it. What's good peoples? Reem Raw Radio... Episode whatever-the-fuck-it-is... ya feel me? It gets the people goin! Me and Cameraman in this bitch? You know? We grindin man. Back with another one. At the people's demand. And you already know. Cameraman, what's good with you?

Cam: Chillin, I'm good man.

Reem Raw: Yeah man. So, where we at with it this week? I wanna give a shout out to Pretty P, this was her suggestion. The age old question "Why do men cheat?" So, shout out to Pretty P, she came up with this one. I had a couple other inbox questions. And they really revolved around the same thing so we just gonna throw it out there real quick. Give you my take on it. Let me talk my shit about it. So, disclaimer: This is my disclaimer. Don't go around in your relationship or whatever the fuck you doing and say "Oh, Reem said do this or Reem said do that." I'm not muhfuckin Dr. Phil and I'm not muhfuckin Steve Harvey! I'm just a real person, a real dude, been through it all and made the same mistakes everybody else did, so this is my muhfuckin umm, this my take. So how do you feel about the whole "why do men cheat thing" Cameraman?

Cam: Man I don't know. I mean, I think it's really a psychological side of it and then there's a physical side of it. And you know, what's a person's motivation for anything? In most cases, it's either fear or greed. And alot of it's to do with self-interest. Maybe part of it is ego. But at the end of the day, who knows? It could be a whole bunch of factors. Now the question is, is the person asking the question, is she the woman who's doing everything right or is she the woman who's fuckin up?

Reem Raw: Right. It's a whole bunch of factors in that shit. Like, you know. A woman doesn't necessarily have to be cheating for a man to cheat. The climate could be very hostile. Like you said it's a lotta lotta different factors. It's not one cut and dry situation. And you're definitely right. You can't have one without the other. Why do women cheat? What are their factors and what are their things? So my take on it pretty much is, let's just say you're a good woman and you get cheated on by a man. The man, the guy, your boyfriend, your husband, whoever it may be... Well I don't want to talk marriage. I don't want to talk husbands because I haven't been married so I don't even really wanna go there. I'ma save that for those experts. But just in a regular relationship. Let's just give some variables. As far as this is from the man's perspective to the women. Boom. A lot of ya'll don't realize that men are typically a lot more unforgiving than women. We really don't forgive as fast, as easy, or as often as women do. We don't forgive and we don't forget. And when you have a man maybe when you get the man. You might not know or maybe he might not even know that he might be already damaged goods. Not damaged beyond repair, but his past will kinda dictate how he reacts to certain situations. And all the women be like "Oh nah, don't let the past, don't bring that past bullshit. Don't be judging me off of what the next chick did to you." But for real for real, that's some real shit. Like you are your experiences. So if something doesn't look right in this situation that you're currently in and it kind of reminds you of a situation that you've been through already in the past, you're gonna feel that pain, you're gonna feel that scar. It's like if you've been burned by a fuckin stove before, and you feel something hot by your hand, you're gonna retract that shit! You know what it feels like to be burned. And vice versa, as far as women too, that could be it too. But honestly women, we be playing that cold-hearted, I-don't-give-a-fuck, non-chalant role, and most of it is our defense mechanism. It's our pride. It's what we use to make sure we're guarded. Like fuck what you talkin about, we gotta make sure we're guarded. So, I say that to say this again, bring it back on subject that men typically, we don't forgive that often. You might have a man who's been through some real bullshit, fucked over by one of these thots or one of these jumpoffs, whatever the fuck you wanna call it, just to call a spade a spade. And he might've been a good dude at first, looking for "all that romance crap" and all that shit. But, he got dicked over. And things happen. You are your experiences. The things you experience shape who you are. And then some dudes might not even know a good woman when they see one. How do you differentiate between things that appear well in the beginning? Cuz my take on it, you don't never know somebody for real for real until ya'll go through some shit. Until ya'll go through some real shit, you never know who they really are. Fuck all the flowers and the cards and candy shit in the beginning. You never know who somebody is until ya'll rock out one time, until ya'll get into it. Until shit get really real and ya'l both are there to face the facts, the other side that everybody tries to suppress in the beginning. Feel me Cameraman? What you think about that?

Cam: I mean, it's like this man. Some people are motivated and they're gonna do what they do outta spite. Some outta greed. Some are motivated by pleasure. Some are motivated by pain. Some people you gotta hurt them maybe, to make em cheat on you. And some people, if they out and about and they see something that look good, they don't have no restraint and they just gonna go for what they can get. So I mean, the only question is "Are you doing what's in your power?" You can't control somebody else's discipline and shit like that. You can't dictate what someone else's level of self-discipline is. But are you making sure you're not doing something to make them step out on you. That's the question. And some women don't like that. They don't like to hear that shit. Like look, some of these dudes is gonna cheat regardless if they're in the right situation. That's just facts. It's part of the way men's egos are set up, SOME men. Like, "If I can get it, I'm gettin it!"

Reem Raw: And that's a good point. Ya'll women have to understand that too at some point. How some guys start off, the origins of it. Amongst your friends, amongst your boys, everything is ego. You wanna be the best football player. You wanna be the best basketball player. You wanna be able to fight the best. You wanna do this, you wanna do that. So, when it comes to women, especially when you're younger, it's about how many can you bag? How many can you pluck? And it feeds the ego because amongst guys, amongst men who wanna be tough, who wanna be hard. Who were raised to be tough, raised to be hard kinda we be ego trippin and shit. That's the conquest. They don't tell you that women have real feelings and really be fucked up behind this shit. That's the flip side that you don't learn when you're younger. Like "I can't wait to go back and tell my niggas." That's how it is. That's the origins of it. Now, when you become a man and you got options. I always tell my homegirls and the girls that I'm friends with "a dude is never gonna stop doing what he wants until he gets it out of his system." That's why I really urge young men, young kings to get that shit out they system when they're young. Yeah, go date, go do what you do, so by the time you're a certain age you don't be chasing something that you should've got out of your system when you were young. This is how you see 50 year old, 45 year old heads in a 20 year old club still chasing something that they should've got out of their system years ago. Bottom line is, a man ain't gonna be ready until he ready. Until he feels like, "aight I'm cool. The attention don't matter, I ain't gotta entertain everything that comes my way. I'm cool and content." A man has to be content with who he's with. It's always gonna be urges, don't get it fucked up. Don't act like a man is not gonna have urges. We're wired that way. If you're attracted to women, we're wired that way. But once we come to a personal peace and you really love your woman, you care about your woman, you're content with your woman, then that's when he's ready. But he's not ready until he's ready. I'm speaking from personal experiences. I done fucked up plenty of times, enough to know to know this to. So I ain't just beatin around the bush or swervin nothin. Personal experience, my friends, my homies, I'm a dude. So ladies, ya'll gettin it from a dudes perspective with no fuckin filter. It is what it is. You know, you gotta be the right kinda woman too. You gotta be a woman that's worth respecting. You gotta be a woman who has morals as well. Not saying that that's gonna get you not cheated on, I'm not saying that. But you are what you attract. Everything is a gamble. Nothing is guaranteed. You might be able to forgive a man for cheating. The man might not be able to forgive you just for simply entertaining a nigga. Just for saying "yeah, you gotta nice smile" or "yeah, I'll take you out to eat", whatever. It's different, we're different. Venus and Mars, we're different. No matter how you wanna slice it, no matter how you wanna shake it up. We are different, we think different, we're wired differently.

Cam: A nigga might cheat on you too, just cause he think you might cheat on him.

Reem Raw: Yo, men are really insecure. On some G shit. Don't let them muthafuckas fool you. I'ma keep it thorough with ya'll. Niggas is insecure. Real shit. Insecure and guarded. And a blow to our pride is... Why you think females be gettin killed behind this shit? Other niggas be getting killed behind this. You ask me, the number one killer of young niggas is other niggas and it be over money, but most of all it probably started over a woman. It's pride, ladies. It's pride... But let's keep it real. Don't be playing with multiple niggas and thinkin shit is sweet. Cuz a dude might go and off you, off your dude, your child. Like you never know who you fuckin with. And vice versa my guys. Women are very emotional as we all know by now. So you might catch the wrong one, stab, poke you up, she got "knife work, gun work, all kinda work!"

Cam: But I always say the equivalent of a woman's emotions and her feelings is a man's ego and his pride. So, as wild as ya'll women know ya'll can get when you feeling some type of way... Imagine a man with that kind of intensity in his emotion mixed with the natural aggression of a man. Now you dealing with some real shit! You dealing with a grizzly bear. And what the fuck you gonna do when he snap and wring ya fuckin neck, shake the shit out you?

Reem Raw: And imagine the emotions a man goes through once ya'll fuck around and do some bullshit. On one hand he's mad, but then he's fightin his self too like "Man, what the fuck am I trippin for? Fuck that!" He's fighting the reason why he's angry, the "Man, I'm not trippin over that bitch." But he really is trippin. So it's a internal thing and sometimes it can fester get up in your chest and shit and fuck you.

Cam: And I always say, men are not emotionally experienced like women. We don't the same range of emotions we got through nor do we get emotional as frequently. It's very rare that men get that kind of emotional where it's actually affecting them. So when it do happen, it's rare and men are taught not to express that shit. So we can't even grieve.

Reem Raw: So, soon as a nigga cry in front of ya'll he a punk ass nigga, he a crybaby, you be tellin your girls.

Cam: We can't get mad too much, we can't make a scene.

Reem Raw: And we're taught that since we're little. "What the fuck you cryin for nigga? Toughen up. Be a man. Blase, blah." This is what we're raised from as kids. So to me it's a good thing and a bad thing.

Cam: And you can't be stable if you always emotional. That's why men supposed to be kinda not cold, but not too emotional because men supposed to be stable. You supposed to let the women be emotional.

Reem Raw: We're supposed to be able to balance out our emotions and then on top of that handle your emotions. We gotta calm you down most of the time, we can't both be in our feelings.

Cam: Niggas can't be in they emotions all the time. It's just not manly. And it's not appropriate. A man gotta be tough, but along with that toughness...

Reem Raw: A man has to be tough, he has to be understanding, he has to put his self in your shoes, he gotta hold you down. And a woman's job isn't easy either. She gotta put up with a lot of shit too. But it's different, and the way we handle things are different. "Aw, he's so cold" or "Aw, he don't give a fuck" or "Aw, he non-chalant."

Cam: Look, anything that's restricted or restrained is gonna have an explosive release. If a man is damming up his feelings or whatever the hell he's thinking, once that shit release, it's a potentially dangerous event. So, women gotta know that shit. And maybe you don't got the man that's gonna smack the shit out you. But, if you fuckin up, he might go cheat on you though. Just to get away from you or wipe the experience of you off. Or forget about you. So that could be one potential cause. Maybe you're not what he considers to be a good woman. And he's kind of replacing yo ass slowly.

Reem Raw: And you gotta know what type of relationship that you're really in. Some of ya'll trying to turn fuck-ships into relationships. Ya'll out here playin for real. Ya'll not really serious. You running around doing your thing. That's cool. What I suggest is, honesty is the best policy. Whatever it is, just be honest about it. Fellas, it's ok to say look you know yeah I really like you, I don't really know what I want to do, I don't really know how I'm feeling about this or that. And women it's ok to be honest too you know. Like, if ya'll just doing your thing, don't place unnecessary or unrealistic expectations upon things that you know is some bullshit. That you know is just for the moment. Or you might as well not even do it. You gotta keep everything in perspective. "Ok I'm just fuckin with shorty. We having fun." Now when feelings get involved whether it's from the man or the woman's side, that 's when it's time to have that conversation before one of ya'll start tripping too much into your feelings. Everything should be out in the open. And even when you do that, somebody still gonna catch feelings. It don't matter. You can say "Yeah, that's just the homie" or "Nah, we just smashing" or "Nah we just doing this. We just doing that." Guaranteed, especially if the shit is good, it ain't gonna be no "Nah, it ain't no feelings, we can keep doing this." Nah, that's a lie. You're lying to yourself, you're lying to the dude. So, let's keep everything in perspective.

Cam: And another thing is, for some people ya'll have to define what's cheating to ya'll. Cuz I'll hear women say a lot you know "Oh he's emotionally cheating. Just because he ain't smashing don't mean nothing. He's emotionally cheating." And some women will say they're forgiving if it's just sex with no feelings. Some women will say I'm more forgiving as longs as he don't love her. So who's definition of cheating are we gonna be talking about here. Like I've had some women who was good friends. I've never considered nothing emotional cheating. But you know, it's just people I vibe with. They cool. They respect me, we get along. You could say we're kindred spirits, we got a lot in common. But to some chicks, that's too much for them. "You can't be hanging out with her like she your homie. Nigga, you don't know what she thinkin, she might be trying to take you." You know...

Reem Raw: Word up, women's intuition is a muthafucka.

Cam: What's up with the emotional cheatin shit?

Reem Raw: The emotional cheatin shit or "You entertaining these bitches" or "You entertaining these niggas." It's real funny. This is a real fickle kinda topic because it's so multifaceted. It's so many angles. It's like a war. It's the battle of the sexes. Who's gonna impose their thoughts or their feelings? Who's gonna put it out there? Who's gonna win that battle? What Meth say? "We can make war or make babies." It is what it is. We can't live without each other regardless.

Cam: I mean, the way I see it, it's like this. It kinda goes back to what you said. I think open and honest communication is the best policy. The only thing after that is, once ya'll discuss what bothers you or what you cool with, the only thing after that is who's gonna respect each other's boundaries or not. Cuz once you bring up the fact that some shit is a problem, now the ball is in they court.

Reem Raw: And I don't want ya'll to get it fucked up ladies because cheating can be helped. I don't want to make it sound like it's excuses or nothing. Some things are valid reasons to the individual but cheating can be helped. Nobody has to cheat. A relationship is always gonna have problems. I don't care if you was married 80 years. A relationship is gonna have its issues, you gonna go through your ups and downs. But cheating, actually having intercourse or something with somebody else does not have to happen. It's wrong period. So I don't wanna get that misconstrued like anybody is slow or stupid. It doesn't have to happen. Unfortunately, it does. But it doesn't have to. And while ya'll doing what ya'll do, if you're in deep... It comes down to a level of respect too. I think that's the basis of it. How much do you respect your lady? I ask myself these questions too. I musta not have really respected her if I did this. Or not have respected myself, I disrespected myself as well. So it comes down to respect like "C'mon, you really gonna do that?" Especially if this is a real chick. If this is like somebody ya'll just doing ya'll, don't lead her on. If it's just something that it can be washed away in two seconds like a gun that's a throwaway, you bust it off a couple times then you toss it. Can't keep it cuz it got mad bodies on it. Then keep it real. It's just a throwaway. But if it's somethin that's worth respecting, you might as well snatch it and keep it because that's a needle in a haystack out here nowadays man.

Cam: And yeah, I think part of it comes down to what's the quality of this person you're with. You know cheating could happen for a variety of factors, but if you fuckin with somebody that don't got integrity, or loyalty, or honesty. Or any of those positive things that would be giving a good impact on any kind of relationship. If this person is just not strong internally or strong in terms of his bonds with other people then that could have nothing to do with you. You could be the woman who's doing everything right. And it may just so happen you just got the wrong person. And you ain't know that until things happened.

Reem Raw: And ladies don't give me that bullshit either. Let me get on ya'll too real quick. I ain't letting ya'll slide neither. Cuz I been through it myself and I seen it with others. Your girl comes in crying. She just been caught. "Aw, it just happened. I didn't mean for this to happen. I don't know what happened. Please forgive me." The fuck outta here! Get the fuck outta here. No, nothing just happens. It don't just happen. I'd rather you just say "Yeah I fucked him cuz I felt like fuckin him. And it is what it is" than you come to me with the sob shit. With the crocodile tears. You running like a faucet on high and shit. I'd rather you just keep it the fuck funky. Don't nothing just happen because I believe ladies that you already know what you gonna do. What you're willing to do. And with us to a certain extent too. But ya'll are more emotionally connected to this shit than we are. We can just fuck and flee. We can F&F. Ya'll, it's a connection there some way some how. A man who says the shit just happened is some bullshit. Niggas shouldn't even be saying shit like that. Keep it funky. Women, ya'll use that line. "It just happened. I don't know what the fuck was going through my head. He was just there and he did this and he did that." No. I know how women are vulnerable though. Especially if they're going through something and they're mad at somebody and dude happens to be there and I guess he's the "shoulder to lean on." Get the fuck outta here. If you smart ladies, you would already see that shit. You should see that shit coming from a mile away.

Cam: To me, that's a cop out. Cuz women are more strategic than men. Women are plotters. Women plan shit. So I'm with you. I think a chick will know well in advance what she bout to get into. I'm not trying to hear that from any woman. Trick please! I having it. You ain't pulling that one on me. I might fall for something, but I ain't falling for that! So nah, ya'll way too strategic and conniving in the way ya'll be moving for me to fall for that. Try it on somebody else.

Reem Raw: Fuck that shit, man.

Cam: It might "just happen" to me, but I ain't believing "it just happened" to you. I've seen ladies that could make my defenses drop. But men is not the same. Men and women is not the same.

Reem Raw: It's not the same. And we're making light of the subject and I know I'm kinda joking around with the shit. But for real for real, man just keep it funky and hold on to something if you got something worth holding on to. First figure out if the shit is worth holding on to, period. You gotta go through something. Skip the "you're my world and my sun" and shit. Go through something first. Test the waters. Test their chin. If it's still worth fuckin with em after that, if you still feel that vibe, that connection after that, then I feel like it's worth keeping. It's a way to argue with somebody without being disrespectful. It's way to get your point across. It's ways to be mad, it's way to be angry without disrespecting them. Once you cross a certain line, then it's like "well, you just another bitch off the street" after that. Or "you just another nigga off the street" after that. So learn to respect your partners. That's a big word I'm using too that I'm trying to get across. Respect. Have a little patience. And recognize that you got something good man.

Cam: That's real. Aight.

Reem Raw: So I'ma get at yall. Let me know what ya'll think. Fuck with ya boy. Next week I'ma have something even iller for ya'll. We gonna experiment with some shit. We gonna play around with this cuz this is getting deep. I'm getting hella requests. I'm digging all of ya'll. I'm trying to get the most poppin requests and talk about it in diverse ways. And I'm trying to get everything poppin man. So I'ma start giving shoutouts and giving the people who requesting the most and give ya'll some light. So hit me up, let me know what ya'll think of this shit. Women, ladies, let me know what ya'll think. I know some of ya'll ain't gonna be feeling me, but it is what it is ya'll still fuck with me. One.

The Sex-pisode

2015-09-30T14:03:00.001-04:00

In this episode of Reem Raw Radio, he teams up with guest host Gigi Watt to talk about adult sex education and experiences. It gets VERY LIVE, so don't miss it!

Weave Vs. Natural Hair

2015-09-29T20:28:00.000-04:00

In this episode of Reem Raw Radio, he teams up with special guest Ree Ree to talk about the weave vs. natural hair debate. What's your opinion?

Straight Outta Compton: How Suge Knight F*cked the Game Up!

2015-09-28T15:14:00.004-04:00

Check out Episode 10 of Reem Raw's Fresh Perspective on the Straight Outta Compton movie and why he thinks Suge Knight ruined everything.

Why Do Men Cheat?

2015-08-11T01:55:00.004-04:00

Check out Reem Raw's Fresh Perspective on the different reasons why men cheat what that means for relationships.

Did you miss it?

2015-08-06T23:34:00.001-04:00

Did you know that while you were going about your day yesterday, I had my Birthday book sale! Did you miss out? The members of my e-mail list didn't! So sign up today and be the first to know when you can get discounts, updates, and free giveaways!

Love,

Noire

Let's Talk!

2015-08-06T15:07:00.001-04:00

Are you looking for a community of like-minded book lovers to interact with? Join my Urban Erotic Tales book club on Facebook to chat with me and some of my most loyal readers about jokes, news, books, and more!

Also, make sure you check out my book discussions where I cover everything you want to know about my most popular books from A to Z.

In the past, we've talked about all seven books in the G-Spot 2 series including Pride, Betrayal, Greed, Envy, Lust, Trickery, & Revenge.

We've also touched on B4 the G-Spot, Maneater, From the Streets to the Sheets, Hood, Thong on Fire, Thug-A-Licious, Candy Licker, and more!

Our next book discussion could be on your favorite Noire book, so don't miss out! I hope you'll join us soon.

Love,

Noire

Drake vs. Meek Mill

2015-08-06T07:45:00.004-04:00

Listen to Reem Raw's Fresh Perspective on the recent beef between the two rappers and what it means for Hip Hop fans and Rap artists.