Natalie's chin gets clowned again

Fabulous decided to go in on ugly azz Natalie and her Jay Leno chin via Twitter...

Why did I get married too

Honey these bishes look BAD!

Tip is the business...

T.I. was released from his half way house to attend Toya's 14 yr old daughter birthday party...Honey if I wasn't married T.I. could def get it....

Poor D

DMX went off on a camera dude in court and you know what he's right. I don't blame him one bit.

Happy Birthday

I guess Bow Wow is grown now so he received a Phantom for his birthday...smh...a phantom...

He's gonna get somebody pregnant

Lil' Wayne was finally sentenced to a year at Rikers Island in New York today for getting caught with a loaded gun on his tour bus a couple of years ago. Lil Wayne pleaded guilty to the charge back in October, but his sentencing kept getting pushed back due to his nasty teeth situation. Wayne could be set free in 8 months if he plays nice and doesn't get into any trouble.

When Wayne arrived to the court house this afternoon, he was greeted by a bunch of fans including this beautiful tattooed wonder who showed off a Lil' Wayne tribute she got on her torso. It's kind of fitting that her Lil' Wayne tattoo is chilling out right next to her colony of stretch marks, seeing as though his bionic sperm is to blame for millions of bellies stretching out.

Since this trick has a pair of opulent hot pink Sharpie brows, I won't throw her anymore shade. Although, I will say that the sight of that tattoo is giving me Gingivitis in the eyes.

And don't be surprised if an inmate at Rikers named Bubba gives birth to a baby in 9-months. Don't drop the soap near Lil Wayne, you may end up pregnant...

Lil Wayne and Nivea I wonder?

Ohmygoodness Lil Wayne was spotted leaving his hotel with Nivea and their baby ....hmmm

20,000 deep

This is Little Wayne and his surprise performance in Madison Square Gardens last night. Wayne, who was unable to be sentenced on attempted weapons possession charges yesterday because of a freak fire in the courthouse, appeared at the Jay-Z concert to perform a song along with Young Jeezy, Nicki Minaj and Drake....I'm starting to feel bad for the worlds baby daddy...

10 days before lockup

In less than 10 days, Lil Wayne will begin his one year sentence, he was spotted last night at Echelon 3000 with Shanell by his side. That man does not look happy.... Rumor has it that he’s having ALL of his baby mamas and kids meet up for one last farewell…

Seriously Joe?

Joe Budden tweeted some information about Beyonce, then quickly deleted the tweet. My question is MH and Bey? Really? I mean...seriously????

Just A Thought

This is Lil Kim last night and this post started out like majority of my ishh but I had to stop when I looked at this picture. Why do we as Black women hate ourselves so much? I rock weaves, I rock my natural hair and I love me some wigs...love em. But when is enough-enough? I look at this picture of Kim and I can no longer see the young Black female that I grew up with. And the sad thing is that this is not an isolated incident. Young Black girls and women all over the country truly hate themselves rather they know it or not. When you try to change your appearance THAT much that shit aint self love. When you look in the mirror and you don't like what you see we're not loving ourselves. Is it the media? Our upbringing? Our environment? WTF is it? Because I don't want it anymore. I don't want to see my sister taking skin lightening cream because she feels like she is to damn dark. Wtf is wrong with us that we want to look like anybody else but US?

There are some girls out there that put on so damn much makeup that when it comes off they look like an entirely different person! The picture above disturbed me on a different level...this shit aint funny..this isn't a time to shake our heads and say what the phuck is wrong with Lil Kim? This is a time to say wtf is wrong with us as a community that we have little girls and grown ass women wishing they were something different.

Would You Like To Live Here??

SELLER: Lil Wayne
LOCATION: Miami Beach, FL
PRICE: $2,799,000
SIZE: 3,990 square feet, 4 bedrooms 3.5 bathrooms

Now that he's headed up the river for a spell, it looks like 4-time grammy winning rapper/hip hopper Lil Wayne doesn't have much use for his condo at the Murano Grande down in South Beach because, thanks to Our Man in Miami, we've learned that it recently landed on the market with an asking price of $2,799,000.

The wildly prolific, surprisingly diminutive and heavily tattooed Lil Wayne was supposed to be sentenced in New York last week on weapons possession charges–he got caught by the po-po with a handgun when he shouldn't have had one–but the proceedings were delayed so that he could have some work done on his diamond studded grill. Pleeze. Mister Lil Wayne, whose real name is Dwayne Carter, Jr. and who sometimes goes by the unflattering name Weezy, has been quite bizzy in his pre-prison weeks and months. He performed at the Grammys, was part of recording the redux of We Are the World for aid to Haiti, moved his record label from New Orleans to New York so he can maintain a bidness as usual flow from his cell at Riker's Island, and he recorded an album worth of cross-over rock music so that he can release new music while he's spending a year as Big Larry's "wife." Listen children, say what you like about Mister Lil Wayne and his drank drinking, pot smoking and baby making ways–he's got 4 shorties with 4 baby mommas–but this is one mighty ambitious fellow who isn't going to let a little time in the pokey slow down his professional roll. You gotta respect that people, even if you don't care for his particular brand of rapper fabulosity.

Anyhoo, according to both property records and Our Man in Miami, Mister Lil Wayne scooped up a condo at the 37-story Murano Grande complex in August of 2007 for $3,100,000. It doesn't take any flicking of the beads on our bejeweled abacus to see that Mister Lil Wayne is looking at at a not so lil loss of more than half a million clams when the fat real estate fees that he will have to pay get factored into the situation.

Listing information shows the unit measures 3,990 square feet with 4 bedrooms and 3.5 bathrooms while marketing materials for the building show that the condos in that line were originally designed with 4 bedrooms and 4.5 poopers. We're not sure if Mister Lil Wayne did away with one of the bedrooms or if that's just a typo on the listing or if we're just grasping at real estate straws.

Whatever the case, according to the floor plan, Mister Lil Wayne's condo contains a private elevator landing that opens into an entrance hall with a windowless library/media room to the right and the master suite on the left. Dead ahead is the a 35-foot long, 700 square foot glass wrapped "grand salon" that opens onto the largest of the condo's three terraces.

The master suite, which opens to the same terrace as the "grand salon," has western views over the Intracoastal Waterway, two walk-in closets, a small dressing room and his and her poopers, one of which has a gigantic spa tub and a bee-day for washing up the private parts after doing the dirty bizness.

The kitchen/family room is tucked down a hallway off the "grand salon" and opens to a "breakfast" terrace. One of the three secondary bedrooms is rather awkwardly accessed through the family room and Your Mama would suggest to anyone who does not need a 4th bedroom or den to blow out the wall between the bedroom/den and the family room. This would not only create enough space for family room furniture and a breakfast table but would give our imperious house gurl Svetlana a to die for view of the ocean from her position behind the stove. The other two bedrooms, one with private pooper and one with a Jack and Jill pooper set up with the 4th bedroom/den that we'd get rid of, both have walk in closets and access to the third terrace.

The Murano Grande, one of a trio of condo towers that also include the Murano Portofino (where Palm Beach resident Ivana Trump owns a small apartment) and the ICON (not to be confused with the Icon Brickell where JLo and her paper thin huzband Marc Anthony reportedly bought a condo), sits on 4.1 bayfront acres. In addition to public areas designed by the Rockwell Group–the same folks doing up the Academy Awards this year–the complex provides residents with a heated bayfront swimming pool and spa, lighted tennis court, full fitness center, media and multi-purpose rooms (because rich people just love watching movies in the lobby of their damn building), concierge services, and 24-hour complimentary valet parking.

What might be best about Mister Lil Wayne's condo, at least as far as Your Mama is concerned is that it's walking distance to Prime One Twelve, one of South Beach best restaurants where one is likely to see any number of famous folks and rich men who drive flashy cars and date even flashier women. True story, one night several years ago while sitting spitting distance Gloria Estefan, one of the high priestesses of celebrity Miami, Your Mama ordered a 4.5 pound lobster at Prime One Twelve that not only cost well over $100 but could have easily fed Your Mama, the Dr. Cooter, Miz Estefan and at least half the homeless folks in Flamingo Park.

Despite owning a big condo at the Murano Grande, according to the South Beach Real Estate Blog and several previous reports, Mister Lil Wayne has been leasing a very contemporary 15,101 square foot waterfront mansion on fancy-schmancy La Gorce Island. Several reports indicate Mister Lil Wayne is buying not leasing the glassy, 3-story house that contains 9 bedrooms and 9 full and 2 half poopers including a 2-story master suite. Although the property was recently for sale with an asking price of $13,900,000, records still show the dee-luxe digs in the name of a big-time property developer. However, we no longer find an active listing for the property so maybe the real estate rumors about Mister Lil Wayne purchasing the property are true? We sort of doubt it, but we shall see chickens, we shall see.

Eve moving on up....I hope

SELLER: Eve
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA
PRICE: $2,295,000
SIZE: 4,297 square feet, 4 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms

Before we go on a wild tear about this house, I want to make it clear that I don't have anything against Eve Jeffers, otherwise known as Eve. The biotch has come a long ways from the streets of Philly where as a teenager she worked her stuff as Eve Destruction and even farther from the strip clubs of the Bronx where she once buh-jangled her bootylicious backside in order to make ends meet. Today, to her credit, she's a Grammy winning rapper/singer who successfully dabbles in the tee-vee (Eve) and movies (Barbershop, Barbershop 2, Whip It!). Most recently, Miss Eve smartly took a two episode arc as a deceitful glee club director on the gay, gay, gay, Glee program, a role that Whitney Houston rather foolishly turned down. So props where props are due.

I do not, however, feel quite so charitable towards the not particularly pretty Hollywood Hills house Miss Eve recently put on the market with an asking price of $2,295,000. According to property records, Miss Eve purchased her homely house in the hills of Hollywood in December of 2005 for $1,775,000. Records show that the three story residence, which shares a gated driveway with another, equally architecturally challenged house, measures 4,297 square feet and includes 4 bedrooms and 5 poopers.

The front door–which, the children will note, is also the back door–opens into what amounts to a really wide and really beige hallway with beige Travertine tile floors. At least I think that's Travertine. Straight ahead, stairs go up and stairs go down making this the central traffic hub for the house. Flanking the front door, a pair of floor to ceiling windows have beige curtain panels that are knotted at the bottom in what looks like it might be some half-assed effort to keep a cat from clawing the crap out of them or an attempt to keep the minimum wage cleaning gurl from carelessly sucking them up with the Hoover.

The Travertine tiles–or whatever they are–continue into the "formal" living room, which has a fireplace, a sienna colored ceiling, a couple of arched glass doors that open out to the itty-bitty backyard terrace area–which is, as best as we can ascertain, also the front yard–some equilibrium destabilizing angles and a couple of not particularly well placed windows. But the one thing in this living room that really stands out to Your Mama like a naked man at church are those long, beige curtain panels that–like those flanking the front/back door–have been knotted at the bottom. Oh, Eve. Hunny. No.

To the right of the front/back door and creating one long, narrow space that runs across the full width of the front/back of the house is the dining room where we find more of the Travertine tiles–or whatever they are–and more of those damn knotted curtain panels which are quickly becoming a rather upsetting decorative motif. I never thought something quite so, well, obvious would ever make it into my big book of decorating dos and don'ts but sometimes, like all those jumpsuit wearing space explorers on Star Trek, I must go where no one has gone before. Henceforth my decorating rule #1,041 succinctly declares that no curtain panels shall be knotted at the bottom. Ever. Period. End of Story. They can, we'll allow, be temporarily knotted if the carpets are getting cleaned, but once that shag is dry, those knots get immediately undone. Ih-meedy-uhtlee.

Now puppies, credit where credit is due in the dining room: I actually like the idea of those three Balinese lanterns–or whatever they are–hanging above the table but we're more than a bit concerned with the execution. It surely would have been much better to spend a few dollars for a damn electrician to come over and install each lantern so it dangles from its own electric cord rather than have them all hanging off that wonky strip of wood–or whatever it is.

The beige Travertine tile floors and the all beige all the time color palette continues into the well equipped but perfectly ordinary upper end kitchen. There are beige and brown flecked granite counter tops, high grade stainless steel appliances, and honey colored cabinetry with flat fronts. Thank heavens for those flat fronted cabinets because Your Mama would have lost our damn minds iffin this kitchen had been done up with all manner of carved corbels, a dreaded pot rack, and a tile back splash depicting "Tuscany" or some other moronic scene. And let's be honest chickens, it could have been. We expected to find that. Be honest, didn't y'all too?

Thankfully, wood floors were installed in the tee-vee room instead of more of that Travertine–or whatever it is. Miss Eve has "decorated" the room with a large, party sized sectional sofa that wraps around a large coffee table and sits opposites a clunky and chunky corner cabinet that appears to house all the electronics and cable boxes. A rug might have been nice but it does not seem that Miss Eve cares for rugs because there's nary a one to be found in the whole house as far as we can see. Wait, actually we do see a bath mat in front of the terlit in the master pooper but that hardly qualifies as a rug.

The other thing I sadly spy in the master pooper is all that messy make-up crap cluttering up the twin vanities. Oh Eve. Sweet pea. Really? Let me offer you a simple but sage word of real estate advice: If you want to be selling your house in the Hollywood Hills for two million smackaroos or more–and it appears that you do–put all that damn make-up away right quick. Nobody–and that means no-body–wants to walk into a two million dollar master pooper to find a bunch of worn out lipsticks, mucked up make-up sponges and fugged up foundation bottles leaking all over the damn counter. Think about it gurl. Would you? Seriously, would you?

The front/back door opens to a small terrace that not only has two incompatible tile treatments but appears to be the only exterior space besides the wee balcony on the top floor. No grass. No swimming pool. No spa. No sunbathing nekkid. Nothing but the neighbors who can look down from their windows di-rectly into your front/back yard. Pity that.

Anyhoo, I don't know where Miss Eve plans on moving on to once she sells this pile, but I imagine it will be more private and I do hope so with every fiber of my decoratively sensitive soul that Gurl gets herself a nice, gay decorator to help her work out her new interior spaces and find a more suitable storage system for all her make-up in her next home. Listen Eve, hunny, if you need a few names of decorators, you just giveme a ringy-dingy and I will hook you up. Seriously. You deserve better than knotted curtain panels and I'd be happy to make a dee-ziner connection.

Beyonce, Jay and nephew

Beyonce setting records again of course.....

New Mariah

Mariah's new video directed by her hubby Nick...hmmm...I'm not really feeling it but whatever, Nicki stopped by as well....

Boo bish bye

Ciara’s late arrival at Givenchy may have irked photographers, who booed her for delaying the start of the show, but the R&B singer was determined to enjoy time out from her grueling studio schedule. “I’m so happy I was able to be on time — well, sort of,” she offered. “I’ve been finishing my album.” Kanye and Amber were in attendance of course.

Amber is looking a little pudgy in the middle..is she???

Kanye West and Amber Rose were spotted outside the Chanel Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2010 runway show in Paris....hmmm is it just me or does Miss Amber look pregnant? She may just be bloated but hmmm...

And this hoes for you

Damn I can't be nobodies hoe ....no ones.....

How low can you go?

Luda had his very own "How low can you go" contest over at Club Crucial on Bankhead…..and I just want to say that these dirty bitches have absolutely no respect for themselves. It others me to see Black females act with absolute ZERO class. For some reason these hoes think it's cute to act like a dirty cum bucket in the middle of a club and wonder why they can't do better in life. It's bitches like this that make it hard for the young Black female that is looking to release some steam after working her ass off or going to school to be disrespected when she walks out of her house. It's dirty ass hoes like this mother right here...the bitch is a mother you can all see her mangled ass disgusting stomach riddled with stretch marks that she is showing the world. This mangy mongrel of a dog hoe got phucked that night and dissed the next day. You can obviously tell she is lacking proper grammar, she can't spell and I'm sure she can't write. She is probably sitting on welfare and even on section 8. Now there is NOTHING wrong with welfare or public housing if you need it for a stepping stone to get on your feet. BUT, if you are one of these club bitches AND YOUR ASS IS ON WELFARE then bitch your BASIC...she shouldn't be at no ones club, she should be home with her kids. She needs to get her GED and get with life. Shit like this piss me off...phucking hoe...what a stank azz. I laughed at the pics until I saw her belly...this is somebodies mom and one day that child or CHILDREN will be browsing the net and come upon these damn pics...and as you can see there is nothing this bitch won't do...