break out your reading glasses..
We are talking on animosity now. I heard you got beef with ESG?
I ain’t got beef with ESG, ESG got beef with me. It wasn’t never me. I ain’t that type of cat man. I really ain’t the type of dude to start nothing with nobody. Anybody who know me know I mind my business and do my thang. Let me tell you what ESG did. The problem with me and ESG was when we was doing the Boss Hogg Outlaw album; we dropped that record, it was hot. We was making money. The whole reason why we did that was we like each other. When I got with him we did the "Braids and Fades" it was a hot song. It was poppin’. Radio loved it. Then we did the "Candy-coated Excursion" thang. It was hot. They loved that. He was leaving Wreckshop, I just left Swishahouse, we both breaking into the independent game. I don’t want to take no chance, like stepping in the independent game and go through and have to make the mistakes on my album. I want my album to be so throwed. I don’t want to make them mistakes. I think it was his idea, "Let’s do an album together." I was like, "Cool, because that will give me a feel for the independent game and let me know how it is and that way I know what I need to do when it’s time to drop mine." We put it together. Made money. It was good. Then it got to dying down. The album was out for a minute. After the "Get Yo Hands Up" thang went down. We was doing shows at first for like $4 or $5,000. Then it get to the point where it’s getting lower and lower. I still got my mixtapes thing going—I’m living. I’m getting money, big house. This was when the Hummer was around. I had at least six cars. I’m living. I ain’t trippin’ off of show money. But, that’s all ESG had. He ain’t putting out mixtapes. He ain’t doing all this other stuff I’m doing. He ain’t got stores and stuff bringing in money, he just got shows. It got to the point where he calls me, "Hey man, we got this show in Louisiana. We trying to hook up a show in Louisiana for $2,000." I’m like, "Nah G. I ain’t trying to do that." Basically what I would be doing is playing myself and taking myself down. If I go do a show for $2,000 in Louisiana then every time I try to do a show in Houston they gonna be like, "He got you for $2,000, I’mma get ya for $2,000." They ain’t gonna pay me. I’m not finna drive to Louisiana and bust down $2,000 with you. For a $1,000? That’s crumbing myself. That’s how I felt about the situation. Then it got to the point where I was at the house and this dude call me, "Hey Slim, where you at?" I’m like, "What you talking about? Who is this?" "This such and such out here in Waco." I ain’t smiling, I swear to God. He call me, "Where you at? ESG say you got pulled over or some stuff like that." I’m like, "What you talking about? I don’t know what you talking about. I ain’t going to no Waco. I ain’t heard nothing about this." What he was doing was running and telling people, "Hey, we gonna do this show." He was taking the deposit for me and him basically, and then not telling me about the show, he’d go do the show and say I got stopped on the highway or some stuff like that. Running with the money kind of thing. Now, the people in the streets calling me a no-show. Now he playing with my money. Now when I try to do a show people don’t believe I’mma show up, so they ain’t finna pay they money at the door to get in because I ain’t gonna show up no way. That’s one thing right there. But after all that, I was still cool with him. We ain’t never kick it heavy when I peeped that because I started stepping back and peeping stuff like, "That ain’t cool." When I did that to him, he get mad at me. I’m finding this out the other day because me and my baby momma just got back on speaking terms. So he get mad at me and while me and him was cool and kicking it or whatever – My baby momma and his wife kick it together, on some kick it shit. I left my baby momma. I ain’t want to be with her. His wife and them trying to act like I should be with her and all that shit there. I’m like, "Nah, that’s my personal business mane. Mind your business. You do your thing and I’mma do mine." After that shit, they get to kicking it with my baby momma and when I bring girls around them niggas being on some more shit – acting fly with me or whatever. Acting like I’m trippin’. He gets to running his mouth and telling my baby mama all the shit I was doing while we was on the road and shit.
Sauce in the muthafuckin’ game! That’s a no-no.
He broke the G-Code right there. This the one that killed me. He was my nigga. I did a threesome with this chick I was messing with and like my best friend do her hair. It’s a girl like I been knowing since fuckin’ elementary. My best friend did my baby momma’s hair. So, we all supposed to go to Atlanta one week. He tell me this, "Hey fool, such and such date we gonna go to Atlanta this weekend promote this record." I’m like, "Alright, cool." Cleared my schedule and all that there. The day come and I call them. We supposed to had got a bus. So I call them, I’m like, "Hey, so what’s up with it? Ya’ll ready to roll?" He like, "Man, we can’t even get the bus, fool. We ended up getting a 12-passenger van and we ain’t got no room for you." I’m not knowing what’s up though, so I’m like, "Alright, well cool then." So me and I’m brother, Ray, get on a plane and fly to Atlanta. We was out there chilling waiting on them. Come to find out we never hooked up with them, couldn’t get in touch with them when we was out there. Come to find out he did have the bus, he had my baby momma on the bus and some more girls, his wife all them there. He had all them on the bus. So it’s like, how you ain’t got room for me and I’m the other half of the group, G? How you ain’t got room for me? Then, when he was on that little road trip, he knew about the threesome; he tells my baby momma the shit. He run off and tell my baby momma I had a threesome with my best friend and this other chick. When she get back to the city and get in her house she tells my friend. My friend calling me crying, "I can’t believe you put me out there like that and doing all this." To this day I don’t talk to her because of that shit. He go bad on me on that shit. When I’m peeping that, I’m was like, "That’s ho shit. I can never look at you the same period. You know, point blank." This has been years my nigga. This has been since maybe ‘02 since all this happen. So, I been stopped fuckin’ with him. I ain’t been fuckin’ with him at all, like not talking to him or nothing. Then when I’m at the NBA All-Star Game…When was the All-Star in L.A.?