Foxy Brown’s personal life as of late has been playing out like an overly dramatic Spanish soap opera. Last month she was attacked and robbed in BK by her ex-boyfriend (who just happens to be a pimp) and three female assailants, ghetto Kill Bill style.
The latest chapter of the Ill Na Na’s tragic tale took place over the weekend when Page Six reported that she had gone missing. My initial reaction to hearing the news was that its impossible to vanish off the face of the earth with all that indian remy hair attach to your scalp. Trust me, she would have had to show up at a beauty supply store sooner or later to cop some weave glue to keep her in the game.
Still, family and friends claimed that they hadn’t heard anything from her for more than a week. The last time she was spotted in public was at JFK Airport on the night of Friday, June 29, boarding an American Airline Flight to London.Quicker than you could say “I asked for square tips on my manicure, bitch” she was sighted on the red carpet at the 1st Annual Urban Music Awards, which she later co-hosted with former beau Spragga Benz. Coincidence? I think not.
Inga, allow me to break it down to you woman to woman style like Shirley Brown. Bitch please. If you wish to remain relevant you are going to have to do a better job. Leak a sex tape, get arrested for DUI . . . shit, something remotely interesting and buzz worthy.