hammer is gangsta. found it gas..
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PB: So from having that outlook on things, did you ever come face to face with either Hammer or Vanilla Ice?
S: The closest I came to Hammer was when he put the hit out on us.
PB: That really did happen then?
S: Oh yeah, that really happened. "Really happened" is like the biggest under-statement, it was beyond really happened. That shit is like as real as breathing air! Ok here's the whole thing: So we diss Hammer, and Hammer wasn't really pissed about Gas Face, he was really pissed about "Cactus", when Pete said "The Cactus turned Hammer's Mother out". He took that as a straight diss to his Mom, and we weren't dissing his Mom. We were putting a play on words with "Turn this mother out" and the Cactus turned this mother out we turned him out, we're just hotter. Ok, he took it as a diss to his Mom. So we get on a plane at that time, and we're on our way to L.A and I'm with my then girl, now wife, Chantelle, and Pete's with his girl Roxanne, and Daddy Rich is with his girl, and we're just like "Oh my god, we're going to Cali, this is amazing". So we're on the plane, and I got this whole story obviously from later in life, but this is how it went down: Louis Burrell - Hammer's brother - calls Rush and talks to Carmen Ashhurst Watson, who was the president of Def Jam at the time. And he says to her "Is 3rd Bass really coming to L.A?", and Carmen says "Yeah", and Louis says "Good THEY'RE DEAD!" and hung up the phone. So the basically had to figure out who was involved in what, and where, and how.
PB: And you're on the plane oblivious to all of this?
S: Yep. So they basically got 5 hours to clear this up before we land. They put a $60,000 hit out with one of the biggest gangs in L.A., for any member who got to us and could prove it - a huge amount of money. They contact Mike Conception, who at that time was doing that record "We're All in the Same Gang", and Hammer had got Mike's help. So Russell manages to get hold of Mike and says "Listen this can't go down, how do we stop this", and he says "It's too late now, we can't stop it", and Russell is like "No, no. I'll do anything!". So Mike finally says "Listen, I want to go to the American Music Awards, and I want to sit next to Michael Jackson, and then we won't kill them, we'll just break their legs, but you'll still be able to film them on TV from the waist up". This was his reasoning! Russell says "No, you can't shoot them at all", and finally that's the deal that they made. So Russell calls Donny Inner and Tommy Motolla nd he explains the situation, and if you check the seating plan for the American music awards from 1990 Michael Jackson Mike Conception. We get off the plane and we're like "This is Cali!", we're amped, and the second we get off the plane, the guy that wound up being our security for 4 years Uncle Mel grabs us and is like "Get in the van!!!", and is pushing us together with about 5 other bodyguards. Now we're thinking that we're the Beatles, we're like "Yo, they must be stopping fans from ripping our clothes off, we're out of control!". When we get in the van, we're noticing strange things, like the windows are plexi-glass, there's no way to open the doors, there's no handles. We're thinking that we're HUGE! We get in the van and we're told that we have a whole floor booked at the Hyatt and that we can't have any guests, and we're like "Whoa!". We still don't get it.
We get to the hotel, and as we get to the hotel and then for the first time he explains the hit out on us. You know what? This whole L.A thing I didn't get it. I didn't realise how deep it was and I didn't get it, I'm like "This is nonsense!". Then, all of a sudden, this skinny dude comes in there, Jerry Curl dripping, and skinny as a rail, scarred up, just pure tatts and scars, and Uncle Mel goes "Are you Pookie?" and asks for ID. And believe me, at this point guns are drawn on this kid. He shows ID that he's Pookie, and it's cool. Me and Pete are like "Yo What's the deal!!!". Mel tells me that this kid is going to be our liaison and he's going to stay with us. Pookie was a high lieutenant in one of these gangs, like second in command, and he had to roll with us the WHOLE time that we were in L.A.
I'm now thinking that this is B.S, and just say that I want to go to the mall to take my girl shopping. Mel says no, but Pookie is cool as long as he's with us. I go in the van for my first time to the Beverly Centre, and I'm walking around like I'm the king of L.A. I'm still saying that the whole thing is just some B.S and Pookie is like "Oh it's B.S? Ok do me a favour and go stand over there and take that elevator, you go and meet some fans then!". I'm like fuck it, alright. So I go, and there's a couple of girls like "Oh my god, it's MC Serch". But then, all of a sudden, I'm looking left and right and I'm seeing all these dudes, and I'm like "Oh ok, dudes are coming over too, it's all good". Next thing I know, they all got bandannas pulled down over their faces, and then they start to pull out right there in the mall. Then I hear this whistle, loud as hell, and I see Pookie, and he's throwing up crazy signs and shouting "IT'S ALL GOOD, IT'S OVER". Then the bandanas come off and the guns put down, and these same guys start talking like "Yo, we really like your records homes. Word up", but me I'm literally shook white, and only then did it hit me that it was real. It was really, REALLY real. So this definitely put a dampener on our trip to Cali!