420 Falls On A Friday This Year!? Word? Y.O.U. Already Know What That Means.

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: More or less.

BONUS:

A "Friday" Greatest Hits Compilation ... Simply Because I Fux With Yall Like That.

#NP: Mobb Deep (Havoc) Ft. Tragedy Khadafi - The First Day Of Spring

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: "Word is bond, 'cause I been doing this too long to let you newborn thugs try to come on strong ..." - Tragedy Khadafi AKA "The Foul Mahdi"

Y.O.U. see the title of this 1996 bootleg banger ... I had to post it! Biz Markie's "Spring Again" is most certainly a certified classic, however, such a predictable and uninspired musical pairing for this post in recognition of this much welcomed season would reek of willful negligence on my part. Nope, I can't and I won't do it. Yall already know I aint with the sucker shit ... quality reigns supreme. Now, where my Livestyle Ladies with the pretty pedicured toes @ my nigga? Spring is here!

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Oh yeah, and whereas longtime Livestyle readers are somewhat familiar with my rich New York City pulp NONfiction street lineage, I also additionally have a great many stories surrounding my personal relationship to this Hip Hop thing of ours as well ... and Tragedy Khadafi played a relatively small, but very significant part in the evolution of Livestyle. But, we'll get into all of those exciting early music industry internship tales some other time ... lol.

John Legend x The Roots Pay Tribute To Bruce Springsteen x Perform "Dancing In The Dark" Live On Late Night With Jimmy Fallon 02/29/12.

Spotted Online Here: Rap-Up.Com

Respect The Architects: #NP: Public Enemy - Can't Truss It (Official Music Video)

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: "One love who said it? I know Whodini sang it, but the hater taught hate, that's why we gang bangin'. Beware of the hand when it's comin' from the left ... I ain't trippin' just watch your step ..." Indeed, what Chuck D lacked in elaborate, nimble-tongued lyricism he MORE than made up for in sheer substantive impact. Never get caught sleeping on the job brothers and sisters. Happy Black History Month ... over and out.

#NP: Nirvana - Negative Creep

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: And Y.O.U. thought it was only Hip Hop on this side, right? SMH. Yall niggas is really slippin' yo. Fix up and look sharp lads and lassies! "Daddy's little girl aint a girl no more ..."  We str8 dismantling hoes over here homie ... lol.  This is Livestyle!

"Get Up! Get Up! Get Up! Cash Your Checks And Come On!"

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Strictly as a matter of self-governance, and only in accordance with my own strongly held values and beliefs, I have always made it a point when publishing entries to this esteemed blog to not take the easy way out; to consistently scuttle the obvious in favor of something more inventive. To that end, although I have been gettin' my blog on for years, I have never posted this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony classic "1st Of Tha Month" on an actual 1st of the month ... Lol. Today that's all about to change. Fuck failed GOP candidate Hermain Cain and his "flat tax" plan, these Cleveland boys been living that "East 19-9-9-9-9" life! Happy Black History Month! "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

Sonic For Hire: Tecmo Bowl™ = Hilarious! (NOTE: Especially For My Old Heads)

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Ahhhhhh, yes ... just what Dr. Robotnik ordered! Press play and revel in some O.G. SEGA™ Genesis® heavily pixelated 16-bit fun courtesy of Sonic The Hedgehog and his illegal gambling friends ... lol. Maaaaaaaaan, I used to L.O.V.E. Tecmo Bowl™ too! Good shit! #1992

Respect The Architects: #NP: Ghostface Killah Ft. Cappadonna x Shallah Raekwon The Chef - Fish

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: What can I say? I've been on my seafood omega-3 fatty acid wave real heavy lately my nig. Louisiana Seafood Salad for the win! "We eat fish ..." Good shit!

"Don Cheadle Is Captain Planet" @ Funnyordie.Com = Too Eco-Funny!

Don Cheadle is Captain Planet from Don Cheadle

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Truth be told, this cartoon was most definitely NOT my twist as a kid (NOTE: I'm a certified O.G. "latchkey kid" T.V. junkie from that good Voltron/G.I. Joe golden era, ya dig!?), but this Funnyordie.Com "Don Cheadle Is Captain Planet" skit is pure unadulterated comedy my nigga! "Anybody else wanna go green?" LOL. Whaaaaat!? Stop playing. ( -̩̩̩͡˛ -̩̩̩͡ ) ( -̩̩̩͡˛ -̩̩̩͡ )

Apparently, Watching The Carter IV Is A Whole Lot Funnier Than Watching The Throne AKA No Country For Zubaz Zebra Jeggings.

Funny Ass Picture Courtesy Of: Deftronic.Com

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: In the interest of full disclosure, as I somewhat alluded to in today's 1st post, I didn't really watch the 2011 MTV VMA's. So, that having been said, I deadass had no idea - even after posting the video, which I again never bothered to view (NOTE: Blogging is NOT my life. Meet me in the trap whoadie.) - that Lil "Weezy F. Baby" Wayne was trotting around on stage during his performance on maximum flame in a pair of Zubaz nut huggers looking like Peggy Bundy circa 1989! What in the bloodclot kind of shit is this Blood-not wearing!? Like, why would he do this!? Niggas is buggin' the fuck out and yall are letting them rock like it's cool!? SMH. Our youth are in major trouble b. Chill. #JOKESONDECK.

Respect The Architects: "'Cause That's What Summertime's All About!"

Doug e fresh & the get fresh crew - summertime by dougpark17

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Ohhh, I bet Y.O.U. read the title of the song in this thread and immediately thought of the other "Summertime" song. I respect your assumption youngin', but that choice would simply be too obvious for the likes of Livestyle ... lol. Summer officially started on the 21st of this month so Y.O.U. know that I had to give it up for the season with a real O.G. video circa 1989 from the inventor and namesake of the "Dougie" dance himself, Mr. Doug E. Fresh! Oh yeah, approximately 10 seconds into this video that most definitely IS a young Diddy fetching Douglas's belongings from the trunk out of that Benz. Know the ledge.

Young Jeezy - Slow Grind (Tour Bus Footage)(Official Music Video)(Off That "The Real Is Back" Mixtape Available For Download NOW!)

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Listen, I aint no DJ, however, I can and most certainly will arrange the shit out of an MP3 playlist. In fact, my playlist programming proficiency predates (NOTE: In the paraphrased words of R. Kelly's victims, "Daaaaaaamn! That sure was a lot of P's!" ... lol) all modern audio compression methods. I've been on it like that since the "pause-tape" days homie ... word to Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout! Anyway, Mr. "Young Jizzle With The Stamp In The Middle"'s "Slow Grind" is batting lead-off like Brett Gardner when I drop that "Drought Survival Kit Vol. 1" mixtape my nigga. BELEE DAT!

A History Of Violence: The Unauthorized Story Of Haitian Jack (2009) x A Special Livestyle Commentary On The "G-Code" As Religion.

(L to R: Tupac Shakur and Jacques "Haitian Jack" Agnant.)

(L to R: Jacques "Haitian Jack" Agnant, Tupac Shakur and friend.)

"INTRO BY BLACK PACINO

TREATMENT WRITTEN BY DETECTIVE WILLIAM COURTNEY

A can of worms was opened last week when prison inmate Dexter Issac, an associate of hip-hop mogul/gangster James “Jimmy Henchmen” Rosemon, claimed he was paid by Henchmen to rob Tupac at Quad Studios in 1994.

There is currently a nationwide manhunt for Jimmy Henchmen, who is wanted by the Feds for everything from cocaine distribution to murder. Of course, Mr. Henchmen denies these charges.

With the skeletons of the 90′s resurfacing, now is an ideal time to revisit the story of another shadowy figure and Henchmen associate involved in the Tupac case: Haitian Jack. For the uninformed, Brooklyn’s own Haitian Jack (pictured above with Tupac) is one of the most feared gangsters ever to walk the streets. He basically strong-armed his way into the inner circles of both Biggie and Pac.

A detective by the name of William Courtney, who had intimate knowledge of Haitian Jack through his investigation, wrote a movie treatment about the infamous urban legend. This treatment has been online for a while now but last night I read it for the first time and it totally blew my mind. Not only is it a gripping story that held my interest from start to finish, it also intertwines many famous names and groundbreaking incidents.

Seems it was only available via PDF file with excerpts scattered throughout the internet. But below the jump, you will find this document posted in its entirety.

Shit is deep, yo…


Treatment for HAITIAN JACK

A story based on the real life exploits of the music industry’s most notorious gangster and the members of law enforcement who controlled him.

William Courtney Title and Concept Registered WGAW and Library of Congress Copyright Office May 23, 2009

“Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was working for the feds, same crime, different trials Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time I know you bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine…”

‘Against All Odds’ -Tupac Shakur

Haitian Jack was the most feared man in the music industry. Jack, AKA Jacques Agnant, was born in Haiti to a family of privileged politicians. They were highly educated professionals. His older siblings attended medical schools and universities in the United States. His family attended parties at ‘Baby Doc’ Duvalier’s mansion. After the coup, his family fled to Brooklyn, New York with limited funds and connections. Jack, speaking only French, was placed in a tough, local public school and forced to fight on a daily basis. He became one of the toughest street thugs in the history of Brooklyn, New York.

Jack began committing burglaries during his teen years. He specialized in drug dealers’ apartments. Jack formed a gang known as the Black Mafia. He recruited the toughest street robbers in the borough. His posse consisted of thugs such as, Tut, Nubs, Stretch, and other sociopaths, all looking to cash in on the drug economy. His crew was so feared; they could walk down the lines of New York’s hottest night clubs and take every drug dealer’s Rolex and wallet without as much as a peep. Jack began befriending such people as Mike Tyson and some local professional ball players. He used his charm to get into their pockets and when that failed, he produced a firearm. He invented the ‘friendly’ extortion game in the Black community. He is said to be the only man Mike Tyson ever feared.

In the early 1990′s, rap music could be heard on every comer of Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn -a neighborhood so bad, the local residents coined the saying ‘Bed-Stuy Do or Die.’ Jack went out of his way to get to know Biggie Smalls, a young, local rap artist with a lot of promise. Tupac Shakur heard about Biggie, travelled to Brooklyn, and the two began to perform together. Tupac put Biggie on the map. Biggie introduced Jack to Tupac, a day that would forever seal Mr. Shakur’s fate. Jack felt that rap artists should pay homage to him; after all, he lived the life they exploited through song.

Jack and Tupac hit it off. Tupac loved Jack’s street creds and the feeling of power this mobster exuded through his swagger and earned reputation. He wanted what Jack had almost more than fame and fortune. Jack provided protection, women, and marijuana. Tupac picked up the tab at all the hot clubs. Jack was unofficially managing Tupac; the two were inseparable. The duo found themselves partying at clubs such as Nell’s with the likes of Madonna and other hot stars. Jack felt that his ride with Tupac would never end.

Jack whispered in a girl’s ear one evening at Nell’s. She smiled and walked over to Tupac. The two danced and later returned to his hotel suite. The following day she returned. Tupac took her to his room; they began having sex when Jack’s crew entered the room. The young woman became the victim of date rape. She left in tears. The police later arrived and arrested Jack and Tupac. The two hired the best attorneys and planned strategy for their defense. Jack’s attorney, Paul Brenner, decided to sever Jack’s case from Shakur’s. He got Jack a six-month plea deal. The Manhattan D.A.’s office wasn’t so kind to Tupac. He went to trial, was found guilty, and was due back in court for sentencing at a later date.

Tupac felt betrayed by Jack. He thought they should have gone to trial together. He knew Jack could handle prison; he wasn’t so sure about himself. Tupac stopped taking calls from Jack and his crew. Tupac began clubbing again. He returned to Nell’s and made a fatal mistake: he commented on Jack’s criminal dealings to New York Post reporter AJ. Benza. After making Page Six the following day, Jack plotted his revenge.

Puff Daddy feared Jack so much, he once handed him ten grand and his Rolex. Jacks’ crew coaxed Shakur to Quad Studios in Manhattan to lay down some tracks with Puff Daddy’s Bad Boy roster. Tupac entered the lobby with one of Jack’s crew, a kid named Stretch Walker. Jack’s boys confronted Tupac in the lobby. He resisted a beat down and was shot several times, suffering gunshot wounds to the head and groin. Stretch was shot in the melee as well. Shakur felt that Puffy and Biggie had set him up. He was sentenced to prison a few weeks later. Jack’s muscle within the prison system relentlessly sought Shakur out. One day, Tupac received a visit from Los Angeles gangster and owner of Death Row Records, Marion ‘Suge’ Knight. Suge convinced Tupac to sign with his label. The east coast-west coast wars were set in motion.

Years of violence between Bad Boy and Death Row left Biggie Smalls and Tupac Shakur dead. Knight’s organization had been crippled by numerous police investigations. Jack reinvented himself through The Fugees; Wyclef Jeans’ pockets were deep and Jack had both hands in them. Wyclef didn’t mind so much. Jack was a fellow Haitian and he kept all the extortion crews far away. After touring with the Fugees, Jack fell in love with Beverly Hills. He started his own management company and attached himself to artists’ publishing rights by way of fear and the gun. He broke ranks and had amassed a small fortune. Jack wasn’t happy though; he wanted more.

In 1997, Tupac was killed in Vegas and Biggie was later murdered in Los Angeles. Haitian Jack broke ranks from his crew. Nubs was murdered, and Tut went away on a Rico. The rest were bottom feeders unable to drive through the Hills without attracting attention. Jack was solo. Haitian knew he could have problems with L.A. gang members, so he established a geographical zone to stay in. He never ventured farther north of Sunset, south of Pico, east of Fairfax, orwestofthe405. It kept him away from gang bangers and the police. Jack was getting rich, but he was also getting bored.

Detective Bill Courtney was an undercover detective in the NYPD’s elite Intelligence Division. He was given his own unit and tasked with an impossible mission: taking the mob out of the music industry. Bill knew Jack’s rep from back in his Robbery Squad days. He had heard about Jack again while assigned to the DEA. Jack had robbed half the drug dealers in New York. Wire taps were abuzz about being done by the ‘Haitian One’, but no one knew where he had gone. His name was legendary, as the killer of Tupac. A little homework revealed that Jack had never earned his citizenship. As a predicate felon, Jack was deportable. Bill felt that if he found Jack, he could make him an offer he couldn’t refuse: join Team America or go back to Haiti.

One of the last times Bill heard about Jack was on the ‘Kendu’ case. Bill’s wiretap took down East New York’s biggest drug dealer, Darryl “Kendu’ Riley. A cooperator told an interesting story about Jack back when Tut was still on the streets. Jack and Tut once kicked in the door of Kendu’s top lieutenant, a gunslinger named T.T. They stole hi8 stash and threatened to kill his girlfriend if she called the police. His girlfriend Crystal foolishly called 911 as T.T. was rushing home to her aid. He beat the cops to the apartment. When the police entered, they found one of his AK-47′s under a bed. He was the victim of a robbery and now he was going to prison. Jacks’ crew later raped Crystal to keep her from testifying. T.T. wouldn’t cooperate, but a source of information on the case promised to deliver Jack."


(L to R: Darryl "Kendu" Riley, Domencio "Montana" Benson (R.I.P.) and Ra'son @ The Omni Hotel, NYC Circa 1990.)

Read The Entire Treatment Here: Spizzyblog.Com

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Religion is a curious apparatus. Performing purely as a social construct religion can be easy to criticize. For centuries man has deliberately used the name and power of GOD to assign divine command to human - and by that definition imperfect - judgement in the most harmful of ways. So, yeah, I get your beef ... lol. However, removing the infinite wisdom and authority of GOD from the equation, we are then simply left with a cultural system of beliefs, codes and symbols that are shared by any particular community ... yup, that's all we have.

Now, given that understanding, applied to today's generally accepted corner boy ethos, the exalted "G-Code" dogma acts as a serious and greatly revered religion of sorts on its own for millions of people whom embrace "The Life". Indeed, urban mythology is no different from mainstream religion in that street lore has also taken on measures of idolatry where historical hood figures over the years have transmorphed into super human (NOTE: In this case) anti-hereos as their individual stories are filtered through the grapevine of time. It is within the halls of this gangster cathedral and beneath sky-high vaulted ceilings that these laudably lawless names exist. With special regard to the unauthorized story of one Haitian Jack as featured in the main body of this post, the nom de plumes of goons from years past now ring bells from broken doored N.ew Y.ork C.ity H.ousing A.uthority project building corridors to the packed general population prison yards of Upstate New York's most feared penitentiaries.

For myself - and I would imagine many whom share this mighty metropolis with me; especially those hailing from Brooklyn - the subjects mentioned here are NOT merely some vague inaccessible names. No, for many of us they are real live human beings whom we either have heard numerous stories about or, perhaps, have even personally encountered. I represent the latter. Don't compare me to these other bloggers. Church!

Growing up with 1 foot on the block and 1 foot in the music industry, I have come to know a lot of the people intimately tethered to these tawdry street tales. Some I even consider family. So, it is with that great respect that I publish this post sans any extra commentary. I'll let the snitches hang themselves. As my nigga Little Shawn said to me via Twitter some 3 weeks ago, "Once old stories get told, new niggas fold". Say no more. Shit is too real. This is Livestyle.

Hey, Sometimes You've Gotta Throw A Water Bottle @ Your DJ When They're Fuckin' Up! I Mean, That's What Biggie Did ... And He's A Legend.

"You know what made Big Kap a great DJ? A major fuck up. Or at least that’s how he tells it. In the summer of ’95 Kap headed out to San Francisco with Biggie and some of Junior M.A.F.I.A to perform at the annual KMEL Summer Jam. But what was set to be a hugely successful headlining show, turned out to be a challenge in light of the extreme heat. Kap blames it on the heat, and Big blamed it on Kap. In our exclusive interview (F73), Kap tells the story:

I’m throwing the records and it’s like, alright, cool we’re going through it. But it’s so hot the heat is actually warping the records. The records is melting! So the records are warping right before me and it’s just like woooommp. And Big looking at me. We had this thing like, every time you make a mistake on stage during the show, you get fined $100. So during the show, Big heard the first womp, and he was like “A hundred dollars!” The record is crumbling up right before my eyes. Then it’s getting bad and Cease is like, “Two hundred dollars!” And then Big, he just stopped everything and was like, “Yo! What the fuck is going on?!” I’m looking and my records look like a piece of bacon back there. Big is tight! He had a water bottle, he threw the water bottle at me, and just walks off the stage.

According to Kap, everyone abandoned him after the show—he even had to take a cab back to the hotel alone with all his DJ equipment. But it turns out that, in the end, Big wasn’t too angry:

So, I go to Big’s room, and I knock on the door. And then he opens the door laughing! And he got a bunch of girls in the room! I’m bashful and I’m like, Yo, I’m sorry, I apologize for all that. He was like, “Man, I knew! I saw those records. I knew it was the sun and all that. But I couldn’t let them think that it was me out there messing up!”

Article Courtesy Of: Thefader.Com

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: And in true benevolent B.I.G. fashion, recognizing that the melted wax that ruined his set was not the fault of DJ Big Kap, Biggie did, indeed, give him "one more chance" ... lol.

Respect The Architects: Random Acts Of Flyness: What Y.O.U. Know About A Very Young Hov, Truck Gold Jewelry x A Pair Of Air Jordan 4's? Nothing.

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Say what Y.O.U. will about this man's rise to prominence in the rap game and his entirely questionable business relationships with former friends - partners and employees alike. It is your inalienable birthright to apply subjective reasoning wherever Y.O.U. see fit. However, what is NOT up for debate is whether or not one Shawn Corey Carter went from "corner boy" to corner office. Indeed he did. To that end, I would like to invite Y.O.U. to direct your attention to this vintage Polaroid© of a young Young Hov.

While on the set of Jaz-O's "Hawaiian Sophie", in 1-of-3 requisite "hood" snapshot poses (NOTE: The other 2 acceptable choices being standing with both arms folded and/or arms open pointing @ the camera. The curling of one's index finger towards the palm to fashion a gun came some time later ... lol.) Jay-Z shows off an impressive array of "slum gold" jewelry, what appears to be an O.G. O.cean P.acific® signature Hawaiian shirt (NOTE: Don't let Tupac's scathing remarks @ the end of "Hit 'Em Up" fool Y.O.U. ... Hawaiian shirts were the shit! Chill.) and the pièce de résistance, a crispy pair of original Air Jordan 4's.

Hey, I aint saying that Jay-Z was on the level of a Darryl "Kendu" Riley (E.ast N.ew Y.ork, Brooklyn) or a Puerto Rican Supreme (Fort Greene, Brooklyn), but If that aint a certified dope boy get up from the late 1980's I don't know what is ... lol. Respect the architects!

"Ayo! Run For Your Guns Me And Son Coming Through ... Rock, Ruck You And Your Crew, Fuck The Boys In Blue!"

*eBay Alert* The Iconic O.G. 1992 Ralph Lauren Polo "Sit Down" Bear Is Up For Grabs! *DISCLAIMER* It's A Size Small Though ... LOL.)

View The eBay Auction Online Here: Some 5 Foot Tall Nigga Is About To Hit The LOttery!

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: In spite of the freezing snow that falls today that threatens to rub deicing salt in the wounds of Winter weary New Yorkers, please believe that Spring IS indeed upon us. How do I know? A little thing called my trusty calendar and the Vernal Equinox! LOL.

In any event, I raise this seasonal issue because I realize that this post may seem a bit out of place given where our weather is currently heading. However, in my defense, allow me to dutifully point out that A) off-season shopping is often the best time to score clothing that would otherwise be in super high demand and B) there is NEVER a wrong time to acquire some truly vintage Ralph Lauren Polo to add to your collection. I know that I normally don't do this, but I like Y.O.U. guys ... plus, I could not and would not dare try to squeeze my lanky ass into this I.T. ... no matter how much I want it for myself ... lol.

Anyway, while gearing up for today's round of fly individual entries into the trusted pages of the Livestyle Almanac, I spotted this O.G. 1992 Ralph Lauren Polo "Sit Down" Bear on everybody's favorite online flea market, eBay. It looks to be in pretty good condition and, being that it is a size small adult, it shouldn't be too hard for a tiny LO enthusiast to snatch this up on the cheap ... lol.

Now, be clear, the iconic Ralph Lauren "Sit Down" Bear has been reproduced a gazillion times, but this is an original 1st edition circa 1992. Basically, if your "Sit Down" Bear doesn't have the red wool threaded "RL 92" (NOTE: Or blue threaded monogram on both the red and ultra rare cream versions) on the bottom front left hand side of the sweater, then Y.O.U. my friend are dealing with a lesser bear ... a mere cub of questionable repute ... lol.

Long story short, if Y.O.U. rock an adult size small OR a medium (NOTE: The linen/cotton blend employed for many of Ralphie's early Teddy knits is quite forgiving, but please be reasonable my nigga ... lol), then Y.O.U. need to keep an eye on this auction b. Happy hunting!

The Topman "Pamela Anderson" T-Shirt For Spring/Summer 2011 = What Pre-Teen Wet Dreams (NOTE: Circa 1993) Are Made Of!

"Topman reminds us just how hot Canadian mega-babe Pam Anderson really is. If you want a clean crewneck t-shirt printed with here likeness, go here."

Information Courtesy Of: Highsnobiety.Com


Available Online Here: Topman.Com

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Blame it on a fit of 1990's era prepubescent nostalgia or simply my now legendary Herculean powers of compartmentalization and selective denial, but, whatever the case, I still find Pamela Anderson sexxxy.

Yes, thanks to the tons of tabloid coverage and the E channel, I am fully aware that, in the decades (!) since her 1st Playboy Magazine spread waaaaaaaaay back in 1990, this once naive and innocent little girl from Ladysmith, British Columbia has become a Hepatitis C carrying aging Rock Star cum receptacle. But, of course, I think we ALL know that. However, I still can't shake the erection inspiring image of her bouncing up-and-down the beach in that barely-there red lifeguard bikini on Baywatch. Plus, as far as the "celebrity" sex tape game goes, Paris Hilton AND Kim Kardashian BOTH owe this big boobs on a tongue depressor-like body MILF an immeasurable debt of gratitude! Shorty is a G.

Yup, Canada been producing some cold hoes for a minute now and, make no mistake *Cue Weird And Simultaneously Hilarious Canadian Accent* aboot it, this proud PETA activist is the living and breathing definition of a "hooker with a heart of gold" ... lol. So, yeah, I might just have to cop this Topman "Pamela Anderson" T-Shirt for Summer 2-Oh-11. Fuck what Y.O.U. heard homie! Aint no shame in my game.

"See The Problem's That, You Way Too Nice, Please ... Where That Coke At? Fuck Where It Might Be"

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Fresh off of their legendary stint batting freestyle lead off on a slew of DJ Clue mixtapes in the mid grimey 90's, a youthfully effervescent L.O.X. - clearly eager to impress - each deliver some of the most memorable lines of their celebrated careers. Styles P. licks a certified Magtech First Defense copper bullet off top when he eloquently and accurately shows tried and true good hood ethics when stating, "I'd rather not breathe than snitch and I love my niggas, not my bitch ..." Whoaaaaaaa! How could Y.O.U. argue with such honest logic? That's right, Y.O.U. can't. Nevertheless, the man of the hour, the late, great Notorious B.I.G. goes kleptomaniac on this freestyle from Funkmaster Flex's "60 Minutes Of Funk Vol. II" circa 1997 and steals the whole show! "Ayo, wherever I go, my crew is true to swarm, got stripes in New York like Yankees uniforms ..." Smh. Y.O.U. already know. The crown stays in Brooklyn! #RIPBIG

"They See Me Lampin' Up In 850's, With 360's, Blowin' Like 160 Sellin' 50's ..."

CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Niggas need a fresh haircut with a pocket full of fetti on a Spring day to appreciate this shit homie. This is an I-95 power move classic b. Respect the architects!