Over @ RapTalk.net, they’ve got a real nice Big Tray Deee interview.
With over thirty fan-submitted questions, the O.G. covers just about everything you can think of including his relationship with Snoop, Crooked I as the most talented MC and his 2013 release date. Also, he pretty much confirms that Tha Eastsidaz, who two albums both went platinum and gold, will never be making music together again.
Shame too, ’cause I haven’t heard some good Crip-Hop in awhile.
5. What’s the story with you and Snoop Dogg right now?
There really isn’t a story. We had a great history making g’d up hits together, and I grew very close to him and his family. I erroneously assumed that the feeling was mutual, but discovered when I’d gotten new management (no fault of my first manager) that my and Goldie Loc’s recording contract only gave us 1% of our royalties due. The standard royalty rate then was 12 to 16%. That knowledge caused us to fall out, animosity and gunplay ensued, and that was the conclusion of our relationship all the way around.
6. What’s your current relationship like with Goldie Loc?
Nonexistent. Totally nonexistent.
7. Would you consider ever reforming Tha Eastsidaz?
Not at all. I recognize that the love, trust and camaraderie that I conferred to those dudes was not reciprocated in the least. I therefore, could never pretend to bond and vibe with someone that I care nothing for.
“If you ain’t sayin’ Free Tray Dee, then you ain’t sayin’ shit!”
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still no C3, eh?..
Who needs C3 when you got Cz Up!!!???
http://www.zshare.net/audio/12845475c449d995/
Im dling c3 right now but I dont know if its real.
*owns a copy of Tha Eastsidaz dvd*
One of the better hood/rapper movies lol.
Is that the one where Tray died by the car window? LOL
Everybody, don’t forget, today would have been the 34th birthday of Big L. R.I.P.
One of the greatest to ever touch the mic. Click on my name to go to the official site made in his memory.
My aunt knew them cats and said they never was really that cool with Snoop. She said it was all business. Snoop just “Puffy-ed” them. Happened to a lot of decent artists: RasKass, T.I. (With Arista), Shyne Tweet.
1%, though, damn.
R.I.P to the homie Big L.
G’d Up is that straight Cali Fire!!! Stays in rotation with me. I actually have a playlist called Wesside!!! Guess the #1 track?
I was just watchin’ Snoop & The Eastsiderz on Howard Stern TV & once Howard start talkin about Gang life & prison, Snoop basically shut the eff up & Tray dominated the rest of the interview. Tray Dee was/is a true to life G. Anybody got a link for His indie album?
*owns a copy of Tha Eastsidaz dvd*
One of the better hood/rapper movies lol.
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there was a part of that movie me and the smoke potnas used to love…when snoops locked up ands there talking about the pay off they missed and snoop looks up from his bunk and exclaims “…all that money!” and his tone and inflection was so hilarious because you could tell snoop was really trying to show grief but it just didnt translate well on screen.
R.I.P. Big L
Harlem Stand Up!
1% ?!?!
Tray Dee got ripped very hard !
If I were him I would get crazy seeing snoop showin off with his money…
Shame on Calvin… damn shame. How do you live with yourself after jerkin your boy like that?
Them last to comments get major “pauses”. Haha.
“Trey Dee got ripped very hard !”
And
“How do you live with yourself after jerking your boy like that?”
They wanna know why, I’m so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye
I got styles you can’t copy bitch, its the triple six/ In the mix, straight from H-E-double hockey sticks
I’m makin rap hits, I snap flicks and mack chicks/ Just the slim ones, you won’t see L with no fat bitch
I’m makin ducks shed much tears, I buck queers/ I don’t have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares
I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches/ Puttin thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I’m known for yokin jacks and beatin em wit smokin gats/ Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
I ain’t looking nothing like ya poppa, I wouldn’t give a chick ten cents to put cheese on a Whopper
Ayo my crew be deliverin hot lead when gats I clench, rappers I jack and lynch, nobody could fuck with the way I be killing up shit in rap events, Big L is that nigga you expect to catch rep on any cassette deck, i’m so ahead of my times my parents haven’t met yet
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you/ Only thing I haven’t got is more, stitches than you/ Fuckin punk, you ain’t a leader, what? Nobody followed you/ You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
I cook the mic like a beef steak cause my techniques great/ And I’m the nigga police hate in each state
Shut your mouth up before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed/ Turn your tux red, I’m far from broke, got enough bread/ And mad hoes…ask Beavis I get nothin’ butt head
My style is harder than strong lumba, cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong numba
I ran through every bitch in my path, I been fuckin’ chicks in the ass since I was six and a half
Old folks get mugged and raided/Crimes are drug related/And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts/For selling pounds of coke/Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I’m tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon/I’m quick to blast a goon/And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
Tracks I’m known to roast/Until the microphone is ghost/Props I own the most/I’m leaving niggaz comatose
All through high school I had braids/I kept mad blades/Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I probably got your mommy strung/Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung/My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
Never had a gassed head/Got loot cause I stash bread/Try to tax and I’ma beat your faggot ass half-dead
And every time a mack eleven bucks/I’m killing at least seven ducks/I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I’m rougher than a fist fight/All chicks ain’t shit, ain’t no such thing as Miss Right/So we can never be a couple hun/Fuck love, all I got for ho’s is hard dick and bubble gum
I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac/And put the gat to his cap, click-clack/Sorry jack but get up out of that
My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate/I can’t wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn’t listen to what I was speakin/He started reaching/So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking
What’s this muthafuckin rap game without L?/Yo, that’s like jewels without ice/That’s like China without rice/Or the Holy Bible without Christ/Or the Bulls without Mike/Or crackheads without pipes/The Village without dykes/Or hockey games without fights
Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight/betta watch me round your girl if you ain’t fuckin her right
I smash mics like cornbread/you cant kill me i was born dead
everywhere that i go brothers know my fucking name/ im flooring niggas and i only weigh a buck and change
I wasn’t ‘poor’, I was po’, I couldn’t afford the ‘o-r’
I fuck around and throw three in your chest, and flee to my rest, I’m, older and smarter this is me at my best
My game is, vicious and cool, Fuckin chicks is a rule, If my girl think I’m loyal then that bitch is a fool
I’m straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe, You ain’t a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough, I smoke ‘dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo, I pack a fo’-fo’, platinum ro-ro, Anti-homo, that’s a no-no so fuck po’-po’
Suprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great, And I’m a increase the crime rate for old time’s sake
So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space, I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
I’ve got a left hook, that be leavin’ guys knocked out, Keep frontin’, and I’m a choke you till your eyes pop out
Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight, Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right, That pussy was tight, grippin’ my dick like a pair of pliers, You fuckin’ snitch, right now you prolly wearin’ wires
I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug, That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off, Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
You lame-ass nigga, No dough, always on the train-ass nigga, Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga, You got fucked upstate, ya cupcake, How many dicks can your butt take?
I ran through every bitch in my path, I was fuckin’ chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
I hear a lot of bitch in your talk, See a lot of switch in your walk, Only thugs get rich in New York
Big L be lightin’ niggas like incense, Gettin’ men lynched to win tits, I’m killin’ infants for ten cents
Cause I’m a street genius with a unique penis, Got fly chicks on my dick that don’t even speak English
I’m known for snatchin’ purses and bombin’ churches, I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
A tech nine is my utensil, Fillin’ niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
I got drug spots from New York to Canada, Cause Big L be fuckin’ with more keys than a janitor
In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightnin, You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then, L’s a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat, Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette
And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers, No more iron horses cause I’m buying Porsches
My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully, Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle PelleF
I’m the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you’ll find, My silk-boxers in your mommy’s hamper
And yes I’m living slick and my pockets are thick, I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick”
you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks, L keep rapper’s hearts pumpin like Reeboks
Big L being a virgin, thats idiotic, cause if L got the aids every cuttie in the city got it
And when it comes to gettin nookie I’m not a rookie, I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief, The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth, I’m known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie, Got more cash than Gotti (you don’t know?) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I’m a lady lover, A smooth kid that’ll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I’m known to hit skinz.and get endz and commit sins with sick friends.
Cause I’m a money getter, also a honey hitter, You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you’se a funny nigga
And it’s a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach, I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I’m puttin’ chumps to rest fast when my Smiff Wess blast/ so just dash or tresspass and get your chest smashed
I roll with live guys, and we do drive bys, in 325Is.
Yo I’ll admit I’m a sucka, a low down dirty sneaky double crossin’ knivin’ mothafucka
the question ain’t
who needs C3 !!
but who has C3!
Big L Rest In Peace
1% though???
Them ninjas made “*”
(That’s the symbol they put on a product when it has less than 2% of something)
Rap Game = Pimp or be pimped
To say L was nice would be an understatement. I remember seeing Him in cipher’s in the park on 138th & Lenox, everybody crowded around to hear Him drop somethin’ crazy. And this is before His album dropped. Dude was a star in the hood.
Well, since no one else is going to say it…
Why is a 40 year old man still throwing up gang signs? Seriously, what part of the game is this?
R.I.P BIG L
The Most Underrated American Rap Legend !
M.V.P 4EVA
good looks on them quotes Dirk.
Y’all cats remember when that DITC album dropped. I remember me & my crew being just geniunely happy for this brother we’d never met, just KNOWING he had next.
Then he was gone.
On a hip-hop level, that shit was like Len Bias’ death to me.
Good Read on that TRAY DEE
and for anybody that’s remembering Big L today
go bump “The Heist” real loud, and listen to a truly flawless MC, hands down
Why is a 40 year old man still throwing up gang signs?
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Uh, cause He’s a gang member?
@ Amp: LOL!!! Ask a simple question, get a simple answer!!!
I had a wierd idea. I heard in Korea, something like 50% of girls get plastic surgery before age 18 because for girls, being successful is all about grabbing the best guy you can get. best meaning richest. And being hot is naturally the easiest way to snag men.