Respect my Conglomorate

As I sit here looking at comments on my clothing and reflect on my last 2 photo shoots (William Yan and the Source magazine) I realize one thing. AXP Fly Society is a real clothing line, with real potential and raw talent. It bothers me when people reach out wanting haute couture clothing, meaning made to measure aka custom clothes and ask for swap meet pricing. The next thing that bothers me is when people who has somewhat of a celebrity status ask for free clothing, in the name of "promoting your line". I don't need promotion, I need to be paid for what I do. Period. I don't have a issue with tossing an A-list celeb samples, but even that goes into a certain box. For an exchange of clothes, I get access to events that said celebrity is attending, along with the same VIP treatment. I get photos for my portfolio, and I get real exposure. You wearing my clothing to a local party isn't exposure. You mentioning my name on Twitter and all the other social networking sites isn't exposure. You wearing my clothing on the red carpet and when they ask what you have on . . . now that's exposure. Radio interviews are exposure. If you can't offer anything along those lines, YOU CANNOT ask me to do anything for you for free. Fabric costs. My time to construct clothes from yards of fabric costs. More importantly, you wearing a 1 of 1 piece that no one will have, but all will want COSTS. If you don't go into Neiman Marcus, Gucci, or any other stores with nice clothing and get free or discounted clothing, don't ask me. The clothing speaks for itself and no matter what level you want to put AXP on, the clothing is fly as hell. I went on this rant because I'm tired of people wanting to get over. If you can't afford AXP, you can shop at: Bare Feet, Easy Pickins, Pay Half, or any of those other cookie cutter stores with the same outfits in them that everyone else will be wearing. Thank you in advance for respecting my craft.

What the HELL chronicles: Baby Shower Edition

so grateful not to have a baby's momma . . .

Alicia Keys vs Mashonda......Swizz.....call for Backup!!!

Is this strikingly beautiful woman a homewrecker? Read further . . .



I used to love her.....LOL. Another fantasy wifey gone....I let Swizz have her and in exchange he dropped Onto the Next on Jay's new album and sent me 3 Warhol's and 2 Basquiats. DISCLAIMER: I'm only joking. Sometimes bloggers take ish 100% and then I'm in court on some BS.



What's wrong with this picture? I have been hearing conversations about how wrong AK is for dealing with Swizz Beats knowing he is married, but on the flip side, if the situation with him and his wife is just waiting for the divorce to finalize, then what's really wrong? To add insult to injury, people are actually shocked because of AK's song list, saying how could she make Superwoman, Karma, etc. and do something like this. What are your thoughts? Was she wrong?



Here is the EXTENDED tweet from Mashonda.

After having a great evening with my son and enjoying some fun twit chat, I decided to sign off and get some work done. However, a few hours later I was advised that I should check @aliciakeys twit page. I’ve never reached out to her on twitter before. I feel our issues are a lot more serious than a website conversation. Not to mention that I’ve reached out to her many times in the beginning of this whole thing, as any wife would do. Unfortunately, I never succeeded in getting a response. The 1st time I meet AK, my husband introduced us to each other at an event. (I have no choice but to call him my husband, until he is not anymore) In the messages that I sent to her (AK), I made it very clear that on the contrary of what she might be hearing, I am still married to my husband, living with him and just had a child. Its been two years and I still have not received a response. What I do receive, is constant displays of selfishness and disconcern to me and my son.

I was a fan of AK’s last album, we were both signed to J Records and I always checked up on her projects. I sang her songs and admired her for creating Superwoman and Karma, I would never deny her, her talent. I believed in her until I found out she was possibly sleeping with my husband. The affair was denied by both, until it was finally admitted months later.

Already I can hear some of you saying ” why are u blaming her, You cant make someone leave their wife, You cant break something thats broken”. Well, my marriage was not broken, as far as I knew we were celebrating our sons birth and getting ready to celebrate our 5-year wedding anniversary. Call it blind love, whatever. I call it being a devoted wife.. As far as me blaming her and not blaming him, thats false. Me and my husband have worked out our differences. We are in a good place as people and as parents. I accept his choices and I am comfortable enough with myself to move on. I am so very blessed in many ways.

My concern with AK is no longer the fact that she assisted in destroying a family but that she has the audacity to make these selfish comments about love and wanting to be with someone, even after knowing their situation. How is this the same Superwoman that I sang out loud with in my truck? I ask myself sometimes.

If you are reading this Alicia, let me start by saying, you know what you did. You know the role you played and you know how you contributed to the ending of my marriage. You know that I asked you to step back and let me handle my family issues. Issues that you helped to create.

Im not saying everything was perfect all the time but no relationship is perfect. We made a vow to God and I believe you should have respected that, as a woman. I know you owe me or my son nothing but I just wish you would’ve handled things more carefully. I’m not judging you, I put you and the whole situation in the hands of God, the Higher Power. Just know that as a woman, I expected so much more from you. I never had intentions on reaching out to you this way but after reading your twits tonight, and the constant disregard, you left me no choice. I feel that after 1 and a half years of you hiding this affair and acting like it doesnt exist, that now is the time to confront it, since you talk so openly about it now

This is not a publicity stunt, I dont have a record coming out. I just need to close this chapter in my life and that means confronting our issues. There is a small child involved. His dad loves him to death and he wants to spend more time with him but hes afraid because he knows we don’t have a relationship. This is my main concern. My son NEEDS his dad and I NEED to be comfortable with you. For him!

I know many will see my point and many will not be able to look into what’s real because they only want to see Alicia Keys the celebrity, not the human. This is not for the “people”, this is for you. Like I said I was left no choice but to reach out to you this way. By now, Im sure you want to find a balance in this as well.

I read your tweets tonight and I felt they were very insensitive. You have no idea how much pain I was caused because of this affair. Its baffling to me that you don’t understand what I might have gone through with this situation. I dont consider myself a victim anymore, Ive learned alot from this! I just ask you to try and be a bit more realistic and delicate to the situation, at least until my divorce is final. I felt me attending the party would have been a starting point for us, since you shook my hand after I offered it, but I suppose I was wrong.

If its so, that you and my husband are meant to be together, then God bless you both and I hope you never have to deal with what I did. I would not wish it on my worst enemy. If you two being together forever is the case, its more of a reason for us to get along, because I’m not going anywhere. Theres a child to be raised.

To answer your tweet, choose smart over spark. Sparks burn everyone, be smart! Its simple actually, just think of the shoe being on the other foot.

Stay blessed and lets work this thing out with respect and dignity.

Kanye West: The Keeping it REAL edition.

The Louis Vuitton Don does it again!!! I'm supporting him on this one.

Real Housewives of Atlanta aka BUFFONERY

On the Ellen show though? Why oh Why?!?!?!?!?!?!

Child Support: Is this the new Golddigging?

How in the hell should a man have to pay a woman $30,000 a month in child support?

This question has been racing through my mind for the past few days, courtesy of a local radio show where the host was blasting all men, saying men don't take responsibility for their kids and refuse to pay child support.

Granted, I know that some boys in men's bodies are in the world who don't handle their business, but I know a bigger number of men that pay child support, all while going through the bullsh-t headaches from the baby's momma aka I want to keep you down for my own selfish reasons.

TRUE STORY: (Names have been changed to protect the innocent, along with the trifling.)

*Chris works for a nuclear plant, making a bit under 100 grand a year before overtime, meaning with OT he clears well over 100 k a year. *Gina, a nurse, former dancer, retired whore, and now lesbian took him to child support court for increases everytime he told her they wouldn't be getting back together, everytime he bought a new car, or looked as if his life was going too well without her. She skipped the fact that the man takes care of his daughter like his life depends on it. I have a problem with that. Now she pays a portion of her mortgage and new car note with his child support and OPENLY brags about it, almost to the point of ridicule. What's wrong with this picture? I don't think it's EVER alright for a man to have to pay exorbent amounts of child support, because 9 times out of 10, that money is going to luxury pocketbooks, stilletos, the hair salon, spa pedicures and facials, and a bunch of other things the woman who trapped, I mean had the child would NOT be doing on her own. Take for instance, the video chick who slithers her way into a nightclub near you and posts in the VIP searching for the "balla" that is going to take her from a life of $50 a video shoot checks to a condo, Benz, and all the REAL pocketbooks her heart desires....aka the come up. Look at the money that Puffy and some of these other celebrities are paying women who weren't living the lifestyles they now flaunt PRIOR to those child support checks falling. F-CK THAT!!!! Now this doesn't apply to the women who can handle their own, but too many are using child support as a come up and it's wrong. Fellas, step it up though, as a man your child shouldn't want for a thing on your dime. The courts shouldn't have to make that happen. For the MEN who are getting railroaded by a vindictive female, keep being a father to yours. For the BOYS who caused this epidemic, jump off a bridge. I'm not anti-child support, I'm anti using child support as a personal come up or as a pawn to bring a man down because he doesn't want you. Peace!!!

Tia aka Rick Ross' Baby's Mother "speaks out"

I never touched the Rick Ross vs. 50 Cent "uncooked BEEF", but once the baby'a momma got involved...shaking my head...I decided to see what was really going on. I feel like Ross can lyrically run circles around 50, but we all know 50 is a master at ending careers and/or damaging a rappers whole movement. Needless to say, Ross's baby's momma has taken it upon herself to get involved aka try to blast her son's father. Funny thing is this NEVER came about until the beef started. Nasir's hypothesis: This chick is trying to come up. Period. Her words have to be taken with a grain of salt.

shoutout: Julia Beverly @ Ozone Magazine



Everybody’s got a hustle nowadays, and Rick Ross’s baby mama Tia is no different. You all saw her in the YouTube video shopping for a fur coat with 50 Cent (even though she lives in the humidity capital of the U.S., Miami.. but I digress).

Below are snippets from her upcoming book (I was really hoping the cover was a joke, but it’s not… doesn’t G-Unit Publishing have any decent graphic designers?). In Ross’ defense, when I read through it, all I saw was this:

“He claimed in his financial affidavit he spent $50 a month on clothing total yet I knew Will [Ross] was a clothing and sneaker freak, always buying himself and Lil’ Will the newest gear. The baby had new Gucci sneakers every month…. While I literally watched him make millions, I struggled to take care of my three sons, the littlest being his….My Infinity QX56 was gone…. “Where the fuck is my truck?” … Will must of had the Infinity he bought for me two years earlier removed from the parking lot while we were in court….I had a lot of expensive stuff in the truck that I wanted back. Designer sunglasses, my baby’s car seat and toys, children’s DVDs, dozens of CDs, a duffle bag full of brand name party dresses and jeans I had packed to take to the cleaners that day.”

SMH. He bought you an Infinity, which is filled with designer sunglasses, brand name party dresses, and baby Gucci sneakers but you’re “struggling”? O-K. Here’s the full snippet:


I looked at my watch, it was 4:30pm on January 21, 2009, the day I had been waiting to come for eight months. It was the day of the deposition in the child support case I had filed against the father of my third son, William Leonard Roberts Jr. also known as the big-time rapper (not the notorious drug dealer, don’t get them confused) Rick Ross.

I had started this battle against William 17 months earlier after our tumultuous four-year relationship filled with passion and pain. My lawyer Ileana M. Almeida had spent the last eight months trying to get Will’s lawyer Allan Zamren to make Will do the deposition for the case. They’d canceled two times already so I was surprised that William had finally showed up and was glad we were gonna to get things going. Ever since he’d become a celebrity, Will had been a different person. That mixed with his touring and promotions schedule and the life of a rap star is what made it so hard for anything in the child support case to move forward. His attitude also made things difficult.

The deposition took place at my lawyer’s office, which was across the street from the Broward County Courthouse in Ft. Lauderdale. Will showed up with an entourage but only he, his lawyer, the court reporter, Ms. Almeida and myself were allowed in the room. The focus of the day was William’s financial details and his level of interaction and responsibility with our son, William Leonard Roberts III, or as I call him, Lil’ Will. Ileana and I wanted to gather information for my child support case since Will and I would be going to trial at some point over how much he would have to pay in child support. In order for my case to be fought fairly, my lawyer and I needed to know the correct information for how much William would and should be able to provide for his son.

Will was dressed in a nice custom tailored burgundy linen suit with brown and burgundy Gucci dress shoes. He wore no jewelry but had on his Rick Ross sunglasses during the whole deposition. I don’t know why, we were inside. It wasn’t sunny in the office. Will never wore sunglasses before he got his deal so it kinda made me laugh when I saw him with them now.

It was a bit overwhelming to finally be sitting in the deposition after all the time of the time spent trying to get there. Hearing Will talk about where he lived, what he did for a living, how he was signed to Def Jam and Slip-N-Slide, was managed by Poe Boy, it was all so familiar but he was such a stranger. I knew Will was going to lie throughout the whole case. He didn’t want me to have give me a dime of his money but I didn’t understand why he didn’t want to take care of Lil’ Will properly. How did it get so bad?

It was a long and frustrating day. From the beginning Will was nervous and uncomfortable and so was I. For over six hours with a short lunch break in between, Ileana drilled Will and she covered a lot of ground. As the day went on the cagier he got. His partial financial records we had been given made no sense and as Ileana asked him to explain certain items, Will would refuse to elaborate. He claimed in his financial affidavit he spent $50 a month on clothing total yet I knew Will was a clothing and sneaker freak, always buying himself and Lil’ Will the newest gear. The baby had new Gucci sneakers every month. Ileana had a list of Will’s charges at the Gucci store, and other clothing stores and brand name chains for thousands of dollars at a time and William would explain that it was his mother and sister using his card to shop, not him. When Ileana asked him about the expense of his custom diamond chains, pieces and jewelry, Will swerved around the questions saying he didn’t buy anything, it was either his boy Gun Play’s jewelry or it was promotional stuff he got from jewelers, that he would swap out. Even the custom diamond piece of his actual face. Who would want to swap that? He wouldn’t say what he paid for one piece of jewelry. The affidavit said Will spent $200 a month on food. I know how that man ate, $200 wasn’t gonna make a dent no matter how much McDonalds he said he ate.

The problem was none of William’s financial records made sense and only half of them were provided. He said he had only one checking account, we knew he had two. After selling two gold records, both being number one albums and making several guest appearances on some big records, Will claimed he had only made $202,439 a year in 2006 and 2007. That just seemed off.

Ileana was a beast but Will spent a majority of the time dodging her questions or gave her nonsensical answers. If she asked him anything about money he basically directed her to talk to his accountant or his mother who handled all his business and personal finances. William mentioned his mother over and over during the deposition but it was no surprise, she was always right there in my face during our relationship.
There were points in the deposition that Ileana really pressed Will on. Only because they just didn’t make sense. He owned eight houses and the one he bought last year he put $250,000 down on, and it cost over $1.2 million. If Will was only making $202,439 a year how could he afford a putting $250,000 down on a house and also pay for his other houses, his leased Escalade and Maybach. He didn’t own his cars, just leased them.

I just sat there and listened as Will pretended he didn’t make much money as a successful rapper and his expenses were almost more than he actually made. I knew that wasn’t true. Will could definitely afford to do more than buy his son fancy sneakers he was only gonna get dirty and grow out of. But I wasn’t allowed to say anything during the deposition. The only time I talked was when Will told Ileana he provided heath insurance for our son. I had to speak up and let them know Lil’ Will was on Medicaid and William had not gotten his son any health insurance.

We needed to cut the day short and end at 5:00pm so I could pick Lil’ Will up from day care near our home in Miramar, 45 minutes away. I was anxious to get out of there and pick up the baby. My other two boys, DeAngelo, who’s 12 and DeAndre, who’s 10, already had arrangements for when they got of school a few hours earlier but I had to pick up Lil’ Will and continue the deposition another day.

Will had been abrasive all during questioning. I knew he wasn’t happy to be there but ultimately, neither was I. If he just would’ve taken care of his son and made a deal with me for support outside of the courts, it wouldn’t have gotten to this point. But Will had bugged out on me, refusing to help pay bills and rent to the degree that he could. While I literally watched him make millions, I struggled to take care of my three sons, the littlest being his. So I was just trying to get what I was due. I wasn’t asking for anything outrageous—$4000 a month is nothing crazy. Especially when you’re driving around in a Maybach, rapping about how much money you’re making.

I watched the next several minutes click by and listened while Ileana wrapped up with her questioning for the day. At 4:45pm they let William leave. He got out 15 minutes before me so that he would be completely gone when I exited the building and we wouldn’t have a confrontation. When security made sure he had vacated the premises they told me I could be excused.

I said goodbye to everyone in the office and headed outside toward the parking lot ready to jump the road and go pick up Lil’ Will. When I walked to the lot my heart dropped. My Infinity QX56 was gone.

“Where the fuck is my truck?” I said to myself. And then I knew it. Will must of had the Infinity he bought for me two years earlier, removed from the parking lot while we were in court. He had to have gotten another key from the dealer and had one his boys from his entourage drive it away.

I knew Will’s lawyer would still be in Ileana’s office so I rushed back up, burst inside said to everyone there, “The truck is gone. My truck is gone. Will took my truck.”

“What?” Mr. Zamren asked.

“Are you sure?” Ileana followed.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I know where I parked it and it’s not there.”

Ileana directed her attention to Will’s attorney. “Can you call you client and ask if he took the truck because we need to see if he took it or if it might have been towed.”

“I parked legally,” I assured her. “I parked in your parking lot. William took the truck. I know it. That’s something he would do. He threatened to take the truck before but that was like a year ago.”

Mr. Zamren called Will and he answered. “William, Tia’s truck is gone and she has to pick you son up from school. I have one question, did you take the truck?”

“Yeah, I took it,” Will told him.

“Okay, thank you,” he responded and hung up then turned to me and shook his head. “I am so sorry. I had no idea he was going to do that. I’m really sorry. Do you have anyone to pick up your son?”

Mr. Zamren really felt awful. I could tell he was a good guy even though he was a lawyer. He just had a difficult client. I was so angry but there was nothing to do at that moment. I couldn’t make myself look bad. I had to focus on getting Lil’ Will dealt with. I stepped away to a private area, called my sister Ebony and arranged for her to go get him then called my friend Biya who lived close to the courthouse to come pick me up. Then I went back to talk to the attorneys.

I had a lot of expensive stuff in the truck that I wanted back. Designer sunglasses, my baby’s car seat and toys, children’s DVDs, dozens of CDs, a duffle bag full of brand name party dresses and jeans I had packed to take to the cleaners that day. My lawn chair I used when I watched my son’s play football and baseball, all of my chargers, personal paperwork.

I had no idea how I would get it all back but I felt like the lawyers should at least try to. I knew I would never see the truck again. Fuck it, anyway. Yeah, I loved that truck but if Will wanted to use it as a weapon against me, he could have it. It only made him look bad in court.

By the time Biya picked me up I was steaming. I was so angry over what had happened that day but also everything Will had put me through the past five years since I first met him. It wasn’t just the child support case that was getting me down. It was all of it. How he treated me like he was better than me and smarter than me during our whole relationship, how when I dated him it was almost like I dated his momma because she was so involved in his life, how his pathetic first baby’s mama did everything she could to disrespect me every step of the way and he did nothing, how he verbally and physically abused me, how I left my marriage to be with him.

This was the last straw. I didn’t know what I was going to do but I had reached my limit. As an overall nice and patient, caring person, I could get mean. I could play dirty. Up until this point I tried hard to let things be dealt with the right way without making Will look bad. I was being generous. He was a man that barely visited his baby, didn’t want to pay child support and didn’t care if his son was stranded at day care? I could play this game also. He was about to see. I decided it was time for exposure. I had been nice and quiet but you have to set the record straight sometimes. William was a fake, a phony, from his background to his lyrics. And if had to be me to clear that up for everyone and let them know the truth, so let it be.

Foolish Parent Alert Vol #2

I'm Calling ALL available Child Protective Services!!!! Her Parents should be Executed!!!!

The sad thing is, somewhere this is actually acceptable. People will sit around and talk about how cute she is and wonder why in 6 more years she is either pregnant or sleeping with numerous men. This is f*cked up on alot of levels.

Man what the HELL!!!!!!!

Boycotting B.E.T. aka Bullsh**ing everyone terribly. Boondocks Episode

How to Pronounce Designer Names so YOU Don't Embarass your DAMN self

I had to post this, because I am beyond tired of hearing fellas and ladies pronouncing designer labels incorrectly. Just embarassing. Read on...

Clubbing Gone WRONG!!!!

WTF Moment: Parental Discretion Advised

This is beyond a damn shame. I'm still shaking my head

What NOT to Do In a Courtroom

Jesse Jackson: House Ni99a Moment & Mr. Escobar Season aka Nas' reaction

As I post this, I'm shaking my head, wondering when the crab in the barrel theory that Willie Lynch introuduced a million racist and ignorant light years ago will subside. Listen to Jesse "I got 99 Problems" Jackson had to say about Barack "The Next Movement" Obama. Sad.



Nasir Jones, conscious, but sometimes too damn commercial rapper has a reply to JJ's madness.

Blackface & Bamboozled: In '08 are We???

I came across this picture and I decided to post it. Seeing this poster incited alot of feelings in me and none of them were actually good. I felt embarassed, angry, disrespected, and some other things I won't list. I began to think back to a movie that I saw some time ago by Spike Lee:



For those who have never seen this flick, Spike Lee did a satire on the entertainment industry, highlighting how people will sell out for a buck and abandon their entire true self to fit into what society deems successful or what symbolizes that you've "made it".

I actually had to get my mental back in order because I've been finding myself caught up from time to time and there isn't a justification for it, with the exception of letting people know that I have nice things and that I can spend the money on them.

Sadly, people who look like me can't feed their families, don't have adequate health coverage or a decent doctor to visit, and I'm chasing Gucci sneaks and Louis Vuitton luggage. That ish doesn't make any sense.[SIDEBAR] I find myself thinking that when I see a homeless person or a vagrant that me buying them some food and/or drink is enough, but I know it isn't. There is so much that I can do to really make a change. I was furious, because the night Bamboozled came out, I was the only face in there that wasn't of caucasian decent. That bothered me deeply, listening to the conversations that were going on during the movie. "You see, that's just what they do, get a little money and buy cars, clothes, and jewelry." I shook my head, because the night when Belly, Menace 2 Society, and any other movie that glorifies violence, drugs, sex, and all of the other ills that have plagued US for ages came out, the movie theatre was packed to capacity? Don't get it confused, I saw all of those movies also, but I have a balance. I know when I can be "hood" and when I need to get my intellectual/corporate America/do what you need to do to be a success on. Too many people don't. I'm sure I will get some negative feedback from this blog, but the great thing is that its mine, so I can post whatever I want. Hate it or love it, you gotta respect it!!!!

WHAT THE ^%&^%$#^%$@^& IS THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!

This is OUTRAGEOUS!!!! She is 3 years old and adults are actually condoning the madness she is doing. To add insult to injury, they made it rain for her. I'm still shaking my head on this one.