It was just another day in the life of the cotdamn boss. Rick Ross sent the world of hip-hop into a panic on Friday after suffering two separate seizures, a subject still heavy on the minds of all on the video set of Birdman’s latest single “Y.U. Mad” later that night in Miami.

“We actually been talking about him and praying for him on the trailer because he’s such a crucial part of hip-hop right now and we’re just hoping he’s healthy,” Nicki Minaj tells MTV News. “That’s all we can do is pray and hope that he gets some rest and comes back stronger.”

Young Money president Mack Maine later echoed Nicki’s well wishes, saying “I pray the homey’s good man. That’s super-fam, that’s my brother,” he said. “That’s my brother minus the music. You don’t run across too many real cats in this fake industry period and that’s a real dude.”

Watch footage of a blonde buffalo soldier dreadlock Onika pay homage to her bawse Lil’ Wayne after the jump.

Whitney Houston had a dramatic cunt episode when a flight attendant asked to buckle up aboard an Atlanta-to-Detroit Delta flight on Wednesday. Another crewmember reportedly warned Nippy that if she didn’t fasten her seatbelt she would have to leave the flight. She eventually allowed a lesser to buckle it up for her. Two words: Complimentary peanuts.

A source close to Houston tells TMZ the singer “overreacted a little bit after missing an earlier flight but she’s still 100% sober and was on the way to Detroit for her first day of shooting a new movie.”

A Delta spokesman declined to comment, as they should. The Bobbi Kristina Army would have left @Delta’s replies in shambles.

I’m happy the situation ended peacefully. Otherwise shit could have got real. I mean really real.

When the message posted to Juanita Bynum’s Facebook profile makes complete sense to me I will elaborate. Until then I’m going to just clutch my Red Blood of Jesus Kerney Thomas Prayer Cloth in silence.

I was over All-Star Weekend before it even started but this deserved a mention for the simple fact that if some risque pictures of Stevie with a fistful of ass and weave pop up on Twitter from @PlatinumPuzC you need to have a clear understanding as to what lead up to it.

And damn Drake and that forest green Weekend At Bernie’s velour jacket. Over and out!

Who can we all turn to in a time like this to provide us with a shoulder to lean on and an explanation of events? Michael K from Dlisted of course!

As I step off the ledge…. Mah Boo’s silver blanket of angel cum is safe and sound! Shortly after the boo brawl, Anderson safely reported from a balcony on how he got through an episode of The Bad Girls Club: Cairo. No visible bruises and no rips to his polo shirt. All is well again (Although, it’s really not well again since people are still punching people in Egypt). Can’t CNN send Michael Lohan or Spencer Pratt to Egypt instead?

I hope Antoine Dodson and Jay-Z both have solid alibis because CNN reporter Hala Gorani dry snitched on them for charging at her along with a group of protesters in Tahrir Square in Egypt shortly after fleeing to safety.

The BBM hand-over-eyes emoticon is the best way I can describe myself while indulging in my Sunday night junk food television block which consists of Bridezillas, Basketball Wives, and Real Housewives of Atlanta.  Each week I chastise myself  for tuning in to watch grown ass women act the complete fool on national television but like the slave to fuckery that I am the pattern never changes.

While I don’t believe any television show will ever be capable of being a reflection of women from all ethnic backgrounds I can definitely understand and respect the following gripe.

… Effectively, our society not only has a fascination with how the rich and powerful live, but we’re equally fascinated with how those who sleep with the rich and powerful are living. Personally, I’ve never spent much time wondering how to marry rich, and I worry about those who do. But then again, I’ll never be a basketball wife, and chances are that you won’t be either. For that, I sincerely congratulate you.

I often feel sorry for the women I see on shows like “Basketball Wives.” Many of them find that for the uneducated athlete who doesn’t make responsible choices, hitting your thirties and forties effectively leads to one lucid nightmare after another. The fairytale expected while dating these men during college doesn’t quite play out to what you thought it would be. There’s a nasty culture among professional athletes, and far too many black male athletes (influenced by hip hop culture) think that being able to dribble a basketball means that they are devoid of any mandate for personal responsibility, educational achievement or financial accountability. The glee of professional athletics, in many cases, leaves behind an ugly and unfortunate mess.

One person that I brought in to discuss this issue is Shanelle Walker, aka Madam Prezident. Beyond being an amazing spoken word and hip hop artist, Shanelle has strong opinions on important matters of social commentary. One thing she’s taken issue with recently is the “Basketball Wives” TV show and the examples being set for young black women. (BV On Sports)

SOUND OFF: WHAT DO YOU THINK?

If two characters from the Candyland board game high on acid performed karaoke exclusively from the Best of Cyndi Lauper I reckon it would look and sound something like this. But don’t just take my word for it.

Just before surrendering himself to federal authorities to serve out his 11-month prison sentence our favorite booty warrior with a heart of gold explained the meaning behind some of his biggest songs for an episode of VH1 Storytellers. Only time will tell if he is still wild as the Taliban.

Whenever the temperature goes above 85 degrees, colored folks gets all types of crazy.

That includes the Real Jumpoffs, Baby Mommas, and Soon-To-Be-Divorced Wives of Atlanta. Greg Leakes called up Large FM to clarify and drop some bombshells about the new season. Dismayed by recent rumors, he spoke with his old man voice, stating that yes, he and Nene are divorcing, Kim still sleeping around, and that the Hartwell’s are leaving the show (they’re boring as hell anyway).

Apparently, he’s even getting his lawyers into the mix, even sending Kandi Burruss a Cease and Desist letter because of her discussion of the rumors on her Kandi Koated Nights Ustream show that she does every Wednesday.

Why won’t Sheree step up and be the man and try to maintain the peace?