"When that beef started, it was between Casual and Safir, and it really started because I didn't want to be on his album. (This is the first time I told anyone this.) Truth is, I asked Saafir to be on my album because he was my boy at the time. But in the short time we kicked it, I seen he was a fake ass nigga. I mean, I met Saafir, through A+. I needed some weed one day, and Plee was like, "my nigga got bomb." I was like, "Who," Plee was like, "this nigga Saafir, he be trying to rap and shit." I'm like, "cool." Saafir was a "street nigga" so when we met we was cool like that from the gate. I mean, I was blowing my money on weed and he had fat sacks, so we started to see each other often. We started to kick too. That nigga had a clean ass white 72 malibu, I had a 80 Z28 Camaro. And we was on some "nigga your shit ain't as tight as mine!" shit. Chillin though, now here comes the bullshit. First out, it took me a minute to notice how much this nigga was bashing 2 Pac (Pac was alive then). I would have been like, "yeah whatever" but this nigga and Tupac was really boys. He would tell me stories about how Tupac punked out and he had to whoop some niggas for him, hella shit like that. But I'm sitting there like, "damn I thought this nigga was Pac dogg?" Anyway his boastfullness and his betrayal qualities were starting to surface, I was like "I ain't fuckin' with dude know more"(subconsciencly). This is about the time he asked me to be on his album, I tell no lie, when he called, I was layed up. He asked me to come to the studio at bout 8. I was like "alright," but I really was thinkin', "damn, I don't wanna go." I called that dude back at about 7:45 and threw some drama about how I couldn't make it and he should work on something else. He was like whatever. A few days later I got a call from Sasfir, I was at Domino's house playing video games. I answered the phone, "Hello"? he was like, "Blood you wrong fa fakin' on me." I was like "what?! (still talking calmly), he said, "You made me lose money the other night." My sense went off instantly. Before I replied I was thinking "damn, he trying to play me, i fucked up," and to keep it real, i replied (verbatim) "Dude you putting too much on it." This is when the calm broke. "Too much on it!!!!!!!!! Nigga what!!! How am I putting too much on it? etc. blah blah nigga blah nigga!!!!!!!!" Next think I know, I got beef with these niggas.
Now every time I seen them niggas in the street, I was with some nigga that they probably didn't expect me to know. To keep it real, this shit was big, it was all in the streets, every body I knew was talking about this beef I had with Ssafir. Niggas started really fonkin'. The cold part is, them niggas was from Fresno, I was born and raised in Oakland. Don't get it twisted, Fresno is gangsta,
but when you start some beef with a well known artist, in the streets of his home city, its gonna be problems. What everyone didn't know is, me and Saafir would speak on occasions. If I seen that nigga in the club, I would always address him first, like "Whats up Saafir?" He would be like,"sup nigga" and we would go on about our business, no prob. But when other members of our crews seen each other there would be confrontations. It was all typa shit. (Buy the Book when it come out!)
Saafir came to my house in North Oakland a few days before the battle, bout 8:30.pm. I looked through the peep hole and said, "Hell haw!!!!!!" I went and grabbed that little 380 he was rappin bout, and tucked it in the pocket of my Hiero hoodie. I opend the doe', this nigga was like "blood i need to holla at you," i was like, "alright." We went outside, I'm thinking its about to get grimey. I see this nigga got his homie sitting in the car bout 15 feet away, I got my hand in my pocket, heart just pounding, then this nigga gonna start talking about his rap strategy!!!! "I'm gonna kick some written shit Cas, how you comin'?" This was the weirdest Hip Hop beef moment. I was like "What!! I'm coming freestyle dogg."
The night of the imfamous Wake Up Show Battle, dudes heard that and was coming out the woodworks!!! I tell know lie, when we entered the studio room before the battle it was Hiero and Hobo. After that two hour broadcast we exited the studio and it was all typa niggas, nigga from the block, niggas I was raised with, dudes I hadn't seen since the second fuckin' grade was like, " you alright my nigga?" Seagram(R.I.P), a local rapper at the time, was in the lobby of KMEL Punking them niggas!!! Dudes road all the way from Vallejo to San Fran to hold me down. It was big. The only thing that was in the back of my head was, them horrible freestyles I was kicking. I was so dissapointed in Kmel, Tech, Sway, Saafir, and mostly, myself. I don't know why, but I felt exploited. It really was the single biggest event in Wake Up Show history. And I didn't see how me or Saafir would benifit. After I was like, "Thats it?!! Did the beef end with the broadcast? Damn was this shit staged? Written ass raps? Hell naw!"
