NEGRO PLEASE: Foxy Brown Files for Career Support

[Editor's Note: "Blogger's Note" has been taken over by Ron Mexico until further notice]

They got Foxy Brown on the cover of this month’s XXL lookin like Donna Summer workin the lunch shift at a strip club—in Rwanda.

“A lot of things have happened over the years between Jay and I… Ain’t No Nigga gave him his first radio hit… But there’s an unbreakable bond that will never die. 50 [Cent]wanted me to be part of his team so bad. He was like, ‘Look, I’ll do it with Jay[-Z], half and half.’ And, of course, Jay said no. At one point, 50 asked, ‘Why do you have so much loyalty to this nigga?’ Jay and I have history. There are things that he could have done better, as far as his loyalty to me, and I’m sure I’ve made mistakes that he felt he could’ve prevented.” Foxy chokes up. “When I lost my hearing, Jay gave me the respect to go heal myself. He stuck with me along the way. But there are times when I just really needed him, and it wasn’t even about Foxy Brown and Jay-Z. It was just like, ‘I need you to help me save my life,’ and he just wasn’t there.”

The tears are streaming down her cheeks. “I would never denounce him in public. That’s just how I feel. But I’ve been incarcerated for eight months, and Jay’s been everywhere, and he hasn’t mentioned one thing about, ‘Tell her I love her. Tell her to be strong.’ That broke my heart more than anything. When they sent me to jail, I just knew he would be there-everyone came. But he never showed up… My mother always says, Jay also said this, in the Tru Life freestyle ‘Inga, when a person shows you who they are, believe them. Been showing me all through the years and you just don’t wanna believe it.’” –Foxy Brown, XXL Magazine (via theybf.com)

Translation: "Wah. Wah. Jay-Z won’t hold my hand no more. Jay-Z don’t give me no money. Wah."

I know this dark butt didn’t just try to take credit for “Ain’t No Nigga.” Did she even write the shit? It’s this level of arrogance complemented by a lack of self-determination that leaves heifers like Inga running in place when they could be out handlin bidness.

What does “Jay gave me the confidence to heal myself” mean anyway? You need his help to save your own life? Perhaps we need add “self-esteem” to the list of shit Foxy’s lacking. Sounds like some pimpin shit to me.

Either that or Rev. Shawn C. Carter is her pastor.

I’m sure plenty of Jay-Z's loved ones endure periods of time during which eight months elapse without seeing him. Loved ones higher on the totem pole than a former skeet-n-beat he used to write for. Let alone a former skeet-n-beat he used to write for residing in the pokey.

On the same coin, I’m sure there are points in time in which eight months elapse without Foxy Brown seeing some of her own friends. There's gotta be at least one LaKeisha back on the old block singing the same song. Inga won’t go eight months without seeing Kim from the $15 manicure/pedicure/facial/shiatsu/rib spot though.

I don’t visit my cousin Ray Ray in prison all the god damn time. I got shit to do. Write a nigga. Holler when the commy’s a little low, but Ray knows his ass is in the cooler behind his own bitchassness. He knows I can’t be goin damn near to Canada every weekend. I got him on the holidays, his birthday… you know.--Every now and then.

It's like that old war strategy perfected by the US Government in housing projects VietCong. Don't kill an enemy solider, just wound him and take a few members of his unit out of the game with him. If we spent all our time visiting all the negroes in prison, there'd be no time left to do our respective thangs.

It’s not like Jay-Z didn’t do his part. I remember nigga jumping around in zoot suits for her. He put the camel face up in a fish-eyed lens. He penned some of your finest lyrics. What else could Foxy possibly want from the nigga? A pint of blood?

Bringing 50’s name into the conversation is merely another display of desperation. That's just a clucklehead scratching at the dirt. “Oh, y’all know 50 wanted me too, right?” While Foxy would have been a step up from RuPaul Olivia, if such a claim had any validity to it, Foxy would have been rocking that G-Unit baby tee (from 50’s dresser) instead of unloading her bankruptcy rage on… Kim from the $15-manicure/pedicure/facial/shiatsu/ribs spot.

Negro, please.

Foxy’s real problem is that it’s not 1998 anymore. Her nana is far from at its illest and can only attract second-tier ghostwriters/dancehall artists. Nas and Jay have stopped fighting over her. Times is hard.

She might could go down Fulton a little bit and try to knock Maino from Lil Kim’s track.

Seriously, though. More Celebreality Boxing is far from the answer. If Foxy really wants to make anything of these last few grains slipping through her proverbial hourglass she’d better wipe them damn tears, scarf that weave down and get on her fuckin horse. All this energy spent reminiscing and pointing fingers could be much more efficiently spent in the lab checking levels in the lab.

Given her recent auditory struggles, Fox should probably be out writing some children’s books or some shit, though. I just don’t see how one can rap well without being able to hear.

With all that said, I’d be totally supportive if she came back to shock the world on some Helen Keller shit.

Ill Wa Wa in stores Dec 16.

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P.S.: Them’s some cruel motherfuckers over at XXL for posting that Big Boss Man feat. Trey Songz today. (Coming from the nigga that just made a Helen Keller joke.)

P.S.S.: About the deck...

Maury: Jigga... 50… when it comes to 6-year-old Lil Foxy Love… You are NOT the father!

Foxy Brown: Lawwwwd! *Collapses to floor* Oh, Jesus. Lawd.

*Jay-Z & 50 perform Kid N Play kickstep to “I Get Money (Instrumental)”*

Maury: *fondling Foxy’s left breast with a crafty, yet compassionate reacharound* Don’t worry. We’ll find the father. We’ll find the father. We’ll get Nas & Spragga Benz on the show next week. It’ll be okay, Inga.