Remy Ma: Outtakes From the October 2011 Issue
Were you taken in and booked right away?
They fuckin’ take me to booking and then they’re like, “Are you gonna post bail?” I’m like, “Yeah.” The lawyer was like your bail is gonna be anywhere from 25 to about the most $60,000. We go to the court and the judge is like, “Bail at $250,000.” I’m like they expect me to make that on a Sunday? Like I have $250,000 sitting on my washer machine somewhere. I end up going to Rikers. I’m furious.
What went on when you finally got to court?
I have all these charges – like 11 charges. They charged [me] from attempted murder to assault and coercion, and then gang assault. I was like, “Gang assault? How the fuck was it gang assault and I was by myself?” I didn’t bring no security with me, no best friends with me, no nothing. I was on my way home. I just figured let me do this chick a favor and stop by her party. Shit was just crazy. They ended up getting an indictment. I went from being a sweet person working on [her] second album, ’bout to find a new record deal, a movie audition and different shit to inmate Smith 08G0485 in a matter of eight months.
What was going on in your head once the trial started?
If I had stayed with people that I fuck with that would’ve never happened. [Makeda] told how she was shot in her stomach. She knows none of that is true. They had the perfect setup. I never thought in the beginning that somebody actually stole it. I don’t know, I’m just probably too naive like that. I’m just thinking like why would they steal it? I would’ve gave it to them. That thought didn’t cross my mind until I asked [Makeda] and she started fucking balling out the bag and she was acting all suspect and suspicious and shit.
So whatever happened to the money? Did you ever recover it?
No one cared. That wasn’t even brought up in my trial. Like who cares who robbed me. All we want is this rapper bitch in jail. I get into arguments. “Girl, you shot somebody over $2,000, you shot somebody over $3,000, you shot somebody over $4,000.” Like I heard so many different numbers and no one cared. People that are my fans are like, “Yea, if a bitch touch my money I would’ve did X,Y, and Z.” But no one ever brings that up. Hello, does anybody know where my money is at?
So it’s just something that’s never talked about.
So because I make money or cause I have money does that mean people can take it from me whenever they feel like? Like how did I come here and lose money? Niggas acting like I was wrong for even asking who had my money. I could’ve just took it as a loss, but who says I don’t have a right to ask? I have that right. When keeping it real goes wrong.
Your lawyer instructed you not say anything. What was your relationship with him like?
I can say I wish my appeal lawyer was my trial lawyer. And my trial lawyer I never met him. We weren’t on the same page.
Since being locked up, what’s one thing that bothers you most about the people around you in jail?
They ask me to spit something and I tell them, “What the fuck I look like? A karaoke machine? A fucking jukebox?”
So What’s your day-to-day like?
I have to wake up at like 5:30. They do a live body count to make sure everyone—this is to make sure no one escapes and to make sure everyone is alive. So, you have to actually move and show some type of body movement. Once that happens, I’m always up for a while. I might doze off for another 45 minutes or an hour and get up at 6:30am or 7:00am to take a shower. And then I might eat a bowl of cereal or something. At 8-o’clock you have to go to whatever your program is. Like, before I was working at inmate grieving. It’s where everybody goes with whatever their problems in the jail is. But now, from 8:ooam to 11:00am I’m suppose to be mowing lawns and weed whacking and shit like that. Between 12:00pm and 12:30pm, they’ll probably call the Mess Hall. If it’s grilled cheese or pizza I’ll have to go to the Mess Hall; other wise, I just sit in my cell and just read or paint my nails or write or do my hair. From 1:00pm to 4:00pm you have a program again. Then after 4:00pm I’m back. Probably make something to eat or whatever. I try to eat before 5:00pm. I have [a] girl [and] we play Scrabble, Monopoly, Backgammon— every game out. Like, I’m a game master. Like any type of board game—I’m a champion, like I’m trying to get to 700 points. The most I ever had was like 680 something.
What are your evenings like? Do you get to watch TV or talk on the phone at all?
At 6:30pm I’ll probably just—if I don’t go to the yard—sometimes I go to the yard and chill with my friends or whatever. If not, I’ll sit up here and watch Family Guy, and then at 7:00pm I watch Jeopardy. If like school is in session I’ll go down to the computer room and type out my report or whatever we’re doing. Do homework. Then every night I call home from 9:15pm to 10:15pm. I call Pap. Everybody know 9:15 pm I’m on the phone. Don’t even ask where I’m at.