It’s no secret that Snoop Lion (née Dogg) use to moonlight as a pimp back in the day – hell, he must reference it at least once every song – but now the born-again Rasta has shed more light on this period of his life. Problem is, when he’s not rapping about it, it kinda just makes him seem like a total scumbag.
During a recent interview with Rolling Stone, while speaking of the good old days of 2003, Snoop boasts that he had, in his words, “put an organization together”:
“I did a Playboy tour, and I had a bus follow me with ten bitches on it. I could fire a bitch, fuck a bitch, get a new ho: It was my program. City to city, titty to titty, hotel room to hotel room, athlete to athlete, entertainer to entertainer.”
As he goes on to explain, business was booming, particularly with famous athletes:
“If I’m in a city where where the Denver Broncos or the Nuggets play, I get a couple of they players to come hang out, pick and choose, and whichever one you like comes with a number… A lot of athletes bought pussy from me.”
Snoop attempts to justify his business model by explaining he’d let the women keep the money they earned, revealing that this was all part of some boyhood fantasy he had always longed for:
“It was never about the money; it was about the fascination of being a pimp… As a kid I dreamed of being a pimp, I dreamed of having cars and clothes and bitches to match. I said, ‘Fuck it – I’m gonna do it.'”
Just when you thought you could maybe give this little character blemish a pass due to Snoop’s deep-seated neuroses, he continues to try and justify his ‘fascination’ in the most alarming way possible:
“I mean, shit, I’d choke her, slap her around, make a motherfuckin’ show of it, but at the end of the day, the bitch earned that money fuckin’ all them ball players I sold her to. I ain’t no monster.”
It seems none of this was too much for his long-time wife, Shante Broadus, who “had to take a backseat to this”:
“I love her to this day because she coulda shook out on a nigga, but she stayed in my corner. So when I decided to let it go, she was still there.”
Douche? Douche.
(Via Rolling Stone)
