March 25, 2010

Yukmouth robbing with a happy ending

Last week our lil homie Yukmouth supposedly was in a grocery store incident you may have heard about. Oh word? Well, you can erease that part, or you gonna run out the whole tape *laughs*
*still laughs*

Let’s tell the real side of the story.

You see, this is not a game to us. Yuk was one of our investments back in the day when we started making moves out west. The kid showed promise on the streets, rapping about this and that, stunning crowds with the gold teeth and shiny bracelets we provided him with. He was only 10 at the time and mostly ran errands and delivered messages, but also he would appear on westcoast radio to kick prodigal rhymes now and then. As young as he was, he was a fucking sureshot.
We penned him a hit song, Ain't Nothin 2 A Bo$$, and backed him financially for a video. Brought some fly ass freaks to the set, put some money in his pocket and let him raid a small jewelry shop we were doing business with. It turned out spectacular, one of the best videos of the new millenium. Check it for yourself, to this day it's STILL all over the fucking youtube because there's a message involved.

So basically, we paved the way for lil Yuk Shine (his kid alias) but he couldn't comprehend things right. From day one we used to tell him: the guys that fly straight are the guys that make it in this business! And he just wouldn’t hear it. Soon the moves behind our backs came, with him going the Luniz route, associating with the blue and white, and worst of all he took over the crackshop at 110th like we specifically told him not to. That's moving in on Suge Knight's territory. So while we were away doing this takeover thing out in NY, leaving Yuk unprotected (pause) in Cali, kingpin Suge found the rapper and threatened him.

NOW, for the incident last week, let’s stick to the FACTS.
We had to leave town again for a few days, because we had a big speech at Princeton, lecturing students about how to be successful. So we called up Yuk and told him to go to the grocery store and pick up some things for the party when we get back. Suge must have got word of it, and started plotting an assault on Yukmouth once and for all. He and some ride or die Death Row goons hid behind the ice cream section because they KNEW the motherfucker had a sweet tooth. And sure enough Lil Yuk came walking with his basket and they trapped him and surrounded him as he was reaching for a ice cream cone. Suge grabbed ahold of him by the collar and pushed him up against the wall, causing Yuk to pass out and it was over with. They commenced to pick jewelry and other valuable items from his person (estimated to a total value of $92,1 K).

It's been resolved. We took care of the situation before it got really out of hand. Basically we invited them both to our office and smacked them around for a bit. We told them to better make peace. Yuk obeyed immediately, but Suge needed some more talking to before we all could come to an agreement and it's been cool after that. He even started babbling about starting up a Death Row 136 branch or something, but we said "chill". Anyway it's over with. Peace

Battered and bruised, and reunited

March 9, 2010

Some of the greatest that ever did it... Rest in peace to the legends

The TR136 studio back in the day (Biggie on left, Pac on right)

Damn, yo... SHIT... Damn... We had it all, man.

March 9th 2010
Thirteen years ago we lost one of the greatest.

Feels like only yesterday we were standing beside the 17-year old Christoffer, our boy on the Brooklyn streets who would later be known worldwide for his raw lyrical ability, his flow and his big frame, by the more marketable “Notorious B.I.G.” or simply “Biggie”. In his short career he made it, and everybody got to hear his story.

There’s only one little detail people seem to forget.
The Real were deep into management back then. We had it all, man… That kid Christoffer, this lil academic dude Pac, the golden boy Lamont (not to be confused with the weasel Bishop who was cut from the Detox project recently), and a few other cats on the come up. The label was on and poppin’. Meanwhile, Puff Daddy was sneaking around in the clubs. We had a bad feeling about this penguin looking motherfucker from the get go, but he nestled his way into Biggie’s crew offering a girl named Kim for Biggie to have fun with. The rest is history.
The Real 136, we did it for hip hop and for the streets. Puffy on the other hand was a money hungry ho and kept yapping about business opportunities, how The Real could have both american coasts on lock if we sent Pac out to the west. The boy Suge would be the acting boss out there according to Puffy’s economic plan, having formed Death Row Records with Dre earlier. This is where it took a turn for the worse. Without our permission, Puffy attacked the Death Row camp and forced Pac to write vicious rhymes towards his old homeboy Biggie. It was a terrible situation for all involved, and everyone know how the story ends.
Again, the rest is history.
R.I.P. to the legends man, all the players in the game we lost too early.

Learn from this, y'all. Keep the street violence to a minimum. Take it from somebody who knows. Like Havoc said in Beef when he was scared of Tru Life: “it should be about the music”. That being said, The Real 136 ain’t no suckers. If you step to us on a personal level, you’re done. Just know that. We’ll fucking bury you... How you think Puffy got the idea to smash a Cristal bottle into Steve Stout's big cabbage? Ask Ma$e, he knows what it is (don’t EVER fuck with us).

The new TR136 studio in 2010... (something missing)

The Realest Productions.
Westside. New York. Haninge, the whole 136.
You know what time it is...
Oh yeah, and it don’t stop...