T-Love sounding-off: Shoulda KNOWN better than to fall in love with a bitch-ass nikka! It is QUITE embarrassing that I could have spent that many years with such a yellow-bellied whimp. I would say “punk”–but I wouldn’t want to offend my gay male friends, given any one of them, despite being gay or the eyeshadow+lipstick, are still tough enough to drop him as well as his crew of five. And hiphop lyrics have always downed gay men, but what I don’t understand? Why they hardly ever dis the “hetero b-boys” that are so soft, they make Ru Paul look like Kool G Rap.
So if it is true that I “worked” my ex over, while he himself was in front of his own job–then it was just another day and another fuckin dime. He became just another job I had to handle before continuing to make my way in a treacherously male-saturated environment. Like Edith Piaf sang, “Je regrette rien” and I ain’t making NO APOLOGIES–other than to Monsieur Abajian for almost damaging his shop’s window.
ALL I ask of sexist-ass b-boys? Make sure you have more balls than THIS b-girl, before you start trying to shove your masculinity at me or IN me. Otherwise, you just might find yourself getting punched. T-Love gives ALOTTA love–true–but she takes NO SHIT!
Last week on Facebook, a groupie of a b-boy I haven’t seen or even talked to in OVER A DECADE, decided to reach-out and “touch me,” by sending a fucked-up message, accusing me of breaking-up she and this b-boy up, back in 1999. My first reaction was “BITCH GET OVER IT!!! It’s been TEN YEARS!”–the second was: I had already been living in London for a couple of years. The third reaction was: Me and this b-boy (who shall remain anonymous) had NEVER even discussed his love life cuz he was too busy trying to fuck me!!! The last reaction was? I am going to give ole girl a good old-fashioned, South Central LA-styled B-Girl Beatdown. B-boys’ bitches have been coming at me a loooong time! And the saddest thing? These stupid bitches always end-up being the groupies/lovers/one-night stands/girlfriends and/or baby-mama of the EXACT b-boys that repulse me the most, as far as attraction is concerned.
Over my years as a hetero b-girl, the thing I hated most, besides getting slept-on by my male counterparts, was how nikkas like to play with females’ heads. So many times—TOO many times–I am somewhere, minding my own business and a guy comes over to say something like: “T-Love I heard you on the radio the other night.”—but because he’s leaning all into me, whispering and trying to make it seem that he and I are jibbing—JUST so that he can make his lady, or whatever pussy he was chasing that night, jealous. He’ll end-up STILL knockin the boots (cuz some girls are just THAT stupid!!)–but I am the one who gets accosted by ole girl and all her friends, while on the way to my car, after the event/club is over. It is one of the reasons why folks didn’t see me “out” more, when I lived in Los Angeles. This shit just got way tired—and is one of the reasons why I no longer hang-out or collab with any b-boys unless they are my true friends and/or apart the Picki People crew.
TOOOO much drama that I don’t have time for. Too many times of getting woke-up at 3am, because a b-boy who I barely know, lied and told his lady/baby-mama that he was with me–simply because they knew that their ladies were fans and/or fond of me. It is funny—cuz in ALL the instances that this has occurred, none of these nikkas EVER called me first BEFORE lying to their ladies—so what these ladies hear? A sleepy T-Love, on the verge of cussing them out. And the drama doesn’t stop there–now the next time I see trick-dick b-boy, he is now salty at me for not “covering him.”
Like I have told many a b-boy: You wanna fuck around on your lady? I don’t really care. I don’t have the time, nor energy, in my overworked indie life to care. A real man should be able to “man” and manage his own cuckhold activities. And for me, what made it worse? It was ALWAYS the dude who I barely knew–or someone who I didn’t even consider a friend. Somebody who I had never even conversated with.
TEN beautiful, peaceful years had passed since I’d had to be confronted with this stupid shit. European b-boys get down like most other men in the world, the difference is that their affair has nothing to do with me and doesn’t bring any drama into my life. I have a kid now, so 3am calls are not cool. And everything was lovely and tranquille until ole girl decided to lay her silly-groupie gumption on me. And I just snapped. Finally.
Luckily for her, I am ALL the way over in France, cuz had she EVER had the nerve to run-up in my face about this stupid shit, she would have for surely gotta good old-fashion South Central-style B-Girl Beatdown! And then the headlines would have read: “Los Angeles–Rapper T-Love goes to jail for pulling out a can of whoop-ass on a silly white girl.”
A girl who still hasn’t accumulated enough knowledge about life or men: If a dude has love for you—he NEVER leaves you. He may “wander”–but he will always return, if you let his sorry ass. The fact that this b-boy in question left her and NEVER returned back, not even ONCE, in ten years, is SCREAMING: He didn’t love the hoe and/or the sex wasn’t hot enough.
She shoulda known better than to fall in love with a bitch-ass nikka.