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Lil Wayne: “I’m a hygenical nigga…”
By Cassandra | May 5, 2008
Lil Wayne feat. Tyga - California Love
Your mother was a professional chef. What’s the best meal she ever made you?
My favorite was pototoes and smoked sausage. By the time she came home from work, she done cooked 30 meals, so it was the quickest thing she could make. But she cooked it better than it could ever taste in the world.
What drug will you never do again?
I don’t do too many; I just smoke weed and drink sip. But I’ll never fcuk with no more coke. It’s not about a bad high, it’s just about the acne: Cocaine makes your face break out, and I’m a pretty boy.
50 Cent has called you a “whore” repeatedly. Where is your comeback rhyme already?
Man, I have to call him and say thank you. He’s catapulted me. Nigga, white people know me now! Thank you! Diss rhme? Fcuk no? That nigga thrives off that. I am not feeding that tiger. I’m smart. Do you see his size? I’m small. I saw a YouTube video of this dude playing a concert; somebody threw water on im–he took off his hat, went in the crowd, grabbed the nigga and boom! I was like, This nigga’s the hardest nigga on planet Earth. So no, I’m not dissing 50. And I’m not throwing water on him, neither.
Between the hundreds of rhymes you’ve recorded in the past few years, how do you remember them all?
I don’t. Before I play a show, I need to sit with a CD player and remind myself.
You’ve been linked to Karrine “Superhead” Steffans and Trina. What is it about you and bad girls?
[Sings.] Bad girls, bad girls whatcha gon’ do/Whatcha gon’ do when they come for you. Seriously, what you gonna do? I like to live on the edge.
Your daughter, Reginae, is 10 now. What’s a day like when you’re on dad duty?
That’s it: I’m on duty. I gotta do whatever the little general tells me to do. She wake up super earlier than me, so all kinds of shit will have happened by the time I get up: Something might be burning on the stove, because she thinks she can cook. So then I take her out to eat. She likes steaks. I usually have studio time, but she has her own little area at the studio where she can sit on a computer. She plays a game called The Millsberry–it’s like The Sims. Then she’ll disappear, and we’ll hit the call button. She’ll be way over in studio E with Celine Dion or Shakira, walking around with no shoes on. I’m like, You don’t know them people! And then we have to go the mall. She’s always in the phone store, looking for the new case with, like, diamonds on it. I always gotta go to the bank before I go to the mall with her. Ain’t no thousand dollars in the pocket gonna cut it.
You’ve been arrested three times in the last six months. What’s the secret to surviving a weekend in jail?
It’s just like you living in a bad apartment. That’s how I look at it: Here we go. Fcuk. Somebody gon’ fcuk with you, but ignoring a nigga is cool. You getting out of there in afew days. That nigga just trying to make your stay longer. One tip is: If you only gonna be in there a few days, even if it’s a whole week, don’t eat. Who wanna shit in front of anyone? Everyone gonna smell you. Some niggas in there don’t care, but me I’m a hygenical nigga. You gotta hold that in.
Who do you want to take the White House?
Barack, I guess, but I can’t make a real opinion. I ain’t watching no debates. I just want my people to understand that Hillary and Barack are not running for president–they running to be able to run for president. There’s a Republican party, too–we ain’t about to win, fool! A woman or a black man versus an old white dude? Fcuk no! They gonna be like, This black-ass nigga trying to come in my Oval Office? Fcuuuuuk no. The world about to end in 2012 anyway. ‘Cause the Mayans made calendars, and they stop at 2012. I got encyclopedias on the bus. The world is gonna end as we know it. You can see it already. A planet doesn’t exist: There’s no more Pluto. Planes are flying into buildings–and not just the Twin Towers, but dudes who play baseball are flying planes into buildings. Mosquitoes bite you and you die. And a black man and a woman are running for president! [I added a link explaining the Mayan calendars for those who are interested — C.]
Your friend Pimp C died from a codeine-cough-syrup overdose. Are you afraid that stuff is going to kill you too?
I’m never afraid to die, ’cause I could walk out this b*tch and a lamp could fall on my head. A mosquito could bite me! I was shot when I was 12, and I had to get a blood transfusions, so I have to get tiested for HIV every six months ’cause I got different blood in me. I could die that way. I get migraines real bad on the left side of my head. When I blow my snot, my doctor was like, “What color’s the mucus?” I checked, and the mucus came out red from the left nostril. They said I needed an MRI, but I can’t get into a magnetic field, because I have metal fragments in my chest from when I got shot. We can never figure out what’s wrong with me. So I don’t be tripping. I be pouring it up.
Song via HHC
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