Mr. Carter and Mr. Combs watched on as the Houston Rockets defeated the Los Angeles Lakers in Game 1 of the Western Conference Semifinals on Monday night. The two entrepreneur friends also partied in Las Vegas together over the weekend.
Harpo, who this kid? Baby Daniel is sharpening his shank as we speak.
Although she can resemble a Crank Yankers puppet at times there is no question that Valerie Simpson is killing most hoes her age, capital murder style. These new millennium wives can’t hold their own in the paint while being overshadowed and out shined by their husbands on a daily basis. It’s Ashford & Simpson, not Simpson & Ashford! Val deserves an NAACP Award and a goon chain for this shit.
Ashford, Scar, Allah, Yahweh, however you choose to refer to him. You know a god when you see one. Ain’t too many perms that can rival Verdine White’s lucious locks. You already know I don’t mutter words like that often.
This is the perfection that The Carters are striving towards. Jay-Z has been growing his hair out and Beyaki has always been on the tacky side.
Happy Birthday, Nick! My birthday is on Wednesday but I may need to bump that shit up now because of this.
Jay-Z’s old roommate [form your own opinions on that one] Larry Johnson took a break from bitch slapping women named after plus-size clothing stores and hit Las Vegas to party it up with his pal the night before the big fight. Love the Kyle x Kanye jacket, can’t say the same about the man.
The ladies can’t get enough of this fella but they forget that he is a card carrying member of the He Man Woman Hater Society. Chilli, don’t let this man come in your life and ruin your perfectly brushed baby hair. You better stay prayed up and invest in some karate lessons from Dragon Fly Jones.
Rihanna is indeed a whore for propaganda. Last week the gossip was that she was spotted out at dinner with new rumored boyfriend, Los Angeles Lakers center Andrew Bynum. It actually turns out that Pon De Forehead may have been getting her Kim Kardashian on: seeking publicity by any means necessary. Girl, you so thirsty!
According to Bynum, he was eating dinner with his family (parents) at Mastro’s Steakhouse and Rihanna and her companions were seated at a nearby table. Rihanna came over and introduced herself to Andrew and asked if she could have a photo with him. Andrew was flattered and happily complied.
They left around the same time, and paparazzi outside got all riled up, assuming they had dinner together. Rihanna didn’t deny it. Naturally rumors that they were on a date buzzed all over town. Afterward Bynum wondered if she had used him in some way or it was a coincidence. [source]
The negro community frowns down on your shenanigans, Robyn. See more candids of Rihanna and Jay-Z after the jump.
I’m sure the last thing Jay-Z is doing is sitting around sketching ideas for handbags [if you watch Harlem Heights insert your own joke about Briana here] so someone needs to be fired over this fuckery. We all know his wife tends to find “inspiration” from other designer’s portfolios but this shit just ain’t going to fly. Kudos to Team Roc for making the design look just as ugly as Gucci’s though! I think I will stick to my Faded Glory purse from Wal-Mart. Get you a piece, whore!
If you thought that Dame and Rachel were going to clink champagne glasses together and feed each other chocolate covered strawberries on the night of their 10 year anniversary you are stupid as hell think again. And not because Dame is diabetic, either.
Foxy Brown wrote some personal shit in her blog blog at Global Grind, ya’ll. Too bad she has neglected to realize that she is above as relevant as the white crust in the corners of Todd Bridges mouth. Girl you know its true!