you right now, you need to keep my motherfucking
name out your mouth, or I will have these goons come
up here and fuck you up.”And I got all up in his face and I pushed him. Mind you,
this dude is like twenty years older than me and probably a
hundred pounds heavier than me.
Tiffany: “You’ll get fucked up in these streets. Keep my
name out your mouth and don’t say shit to me.”ͳat was twelve years ago, and to this day, when he sees
me at the comedy club and tries to speak to me, I don’t say
shit to his ass.
I’ve learned how to handle those types of situations
better now, I don’t make threats like that anymore. But at
that moment, I had to save face. He was a bitch. He spread
rumors about people that ain’t true, and gossip, and that’s
not funny. That shit has an impact.
But sometimes, my friends make the threats for me.
One time, this promoter new me and my friend Marlow
up to Seattle. He was supposed to give us our money before
we got onstage. He gave us half our money:
Promoter: “I’m gonna give you the rest when you get
off.”We get offstage, we finish the show.Promoter: “Okay, I’m gonna give you the rest of your