Queen Bee

June 2005 (2)

Being down in L.A. for a week, I had been feeling so fuckin' good. Nothin' but bitches, pills, as much booze as I could ever want, and all my friends. It had been really fuckin' dope, and I just felt so incredibly stress free for once in my entire god damn life. The main reason we were here though was 'cause the third edition of the Anger Management Tour was about to start next month, and we needed to go over contracts, set lists, venues, dates, and everything fucking else in between. It was boring, but as Paul told me, it had to be done. Regardless, I was still having a lot of fuckin' fun. It had been a minute since me and all the boys were back in L.A. just fuckin' around and partying, so it was definitely much needed. 

What wasn't much needed though was this bullshit meeting Paul, Dre and a few other executives had set up with me, Fifty, and Game so we could all talk about what the fucks been goin' on, considering Game was supposed to be coming on tour with all of us. I knew they were nervous of what the hell could happen if we were on tour and nothin' had been worked out yet, but honestly, nothin's ever gon' get worked out. I'm always gon' hate him, Fifty's always gon' hate him, and so will the rest of the boys. But, knowing they wanted to at least try, they booked a meeting where we could all discuss it within a controlled environment which I just thought was so fuckin' ridiculous. Who do they think we are?! Fuckin' school kids?! If I wanna kick his ass, I'ma kick his ass anywhere. I ain't give a fuck if we're in a fancy ass building or not. He's honestly just lucky we ain't bringin' our guns. 

So, while we were in L.A., that was part of what he had to get done, and today was unfortunately that day. As Paul came to both of our rooms to round us up, I couldn't stop myself from bitching. I was hungover as fuck, it was early as fuck, and I was pissed as fuck that I even had to do this. But knowing I couldn't get out of it, I figured I may as well just shut up and go handle my business. 

Making myself comfortable in the car, we were patiently waiting for Fifty to get his ass down to the parkade. Gently, I allowed my head to roll back against the foamy seat as my eyes fluttered closed, the Valium I had taken not even twenty minutes prior quickly beginning to work its magic on my aching body. "You ever end up listening to Angel's album?" Paul asked casually from the passenger seat.

"Why?" I mumbled bitterly, really not wanting to talk about this bitch right now. Obviously I listened to it, that's why I asked him to get me a copy! 

"Her Source rating came out yesterday." He stated in that same casual tone of voice causing my ears to perk up. The Source rating of an album is a huge fucking deal, so much so that that was what started my whole beef with Benzino to begin with. He had given The Eminem Show a four mic rating, when I knew damn well it deserved five, causing me to essentially blow a fuckin' gasket. Till this day I swear, the only reason I wasn't given five is just 'cause that dude doesn't fuckin' like me. It never had anything to do with the quality of the record, 'cause if it did, I know for a fact I woulda been given five. 

"What'd she get?" I asked, eyes flinging open. 

Clearing his throat, he looked back at me through the rearview mirror. "Angel is now officially the only female artist to ever receive a full, five mic rating." 

"FUCK!" I screamed, my palm aggressively slapping against the leather interior. "How in the fuck did she get five but I fuckin' didn't?! Is this dude serious?! He really thinks her album was better than mine?!" 

"Well," Paul shrugged. "I don't think the two records are comparable at all, nor do I think that was what he was doin', but I mean... She did diss you multiple times on that record, Em. And D12. And Fifty. She came after all of you, 'course Benzino was gonna like it."

"No shit! That's exactly fuckin' it, Paul! You're right!" 

"Mhm." Paul hummed as he nodded. 

Pausing for a moment, I thought about what he was saying. "Actually, I don't know though... I mean- The beats, the production, the features- It was a really well put together record, I think."