After what happened to Nipsey Hussle, I don’t know if I could have handled losing Bun B.
I mean, my record collection would have been fine, but it would have been a difficult thing to deal with emotionally, at a time when I’ve got enough problems.
Have I not suffered enough in 2019?
The other day, Bun B’s family was robbed and nearly killed by what appears to have been a crackhead looking for expensive things he could sell for money to buy drugs.
If only Bun B really did have a pocket full of stones. He could have given this kid a few rocks, and this wouldn’t have been an issue.
Pimp C almost certainly would have had some drugs to share with the kid, albeit maybe not what the kid was looking for. If only crack would have sufficed, he could have chopped up some of his Valtrex and told him it was crack.
Fortunately, Bun B did have a gun on him, quite possibly the same one he once threatened to shoot me with.
His lawyer described what happened, in an interview with the local TV news.
Bun B’s lawyer, by the way, described himself as both a lawyer and a very close friend, in a manner which struck me as rather presumptuous. If any of my white friends feel it necessary to describe themselves to the media as my very close friend, I’d prefer it if they checked with me first, especially if it’s a woman.
According to the lawyer, both Bun and his wife are suffering from “a tremendous amount of emotional trauma,” though neither of them was physically harmed in the incident, so they may not have been in a position to be able to clarify.
The perp, the lawyer says, was caught on video going door to door looking for people to rob, as if he were selling candy bars to raise money for his youth basketball team, so this wasn’t a matter of Bun being targeted.
The lawyer also made it a point to note that this is a gated community, which was necessary for him to do because Bun’s home, which you get a glimpse of in the video, is surprisingly shabby for a man of his stature. Is he not both a rapper and a college professor? I feel like he should be in a detached structure.
I wonder what the racial makeup of this gated community is. If it’s mostly white people, that would explain why Bun’s wife, Queenie, was the only one to answer the door. Supposedly, she was expecting a package. The lawyer didn’t say what kind of package it was, which suggests to me that it may have been prescription meds, possibly C1@l1$.
With all of the violence in hip-hop lately, Queenie was concerned, understandably, that the perp may have been there to assassinate Bun B. She gave him the keys to her car, an Audi, and told him to be on his way.
Bun B, meanwhile, heard the commotion from upstairs, grabbed a gun and descended the stairs. The perp took off running into Bun’s garage, maybe looking for the Audi, which, for what it’s worth, Queenie did tell him he could have. Alas, she didn’t get a chance to discuss this with Bun.
Bun followed the perp into the garage where, according to the lawyer, there was a shootout. They both shot at each other. Bun hit the perp in the shoulder. He took off on foot and was later arrested trying to check himself into a hospital with a gunshot wound—which just goes to show how much of an idiot this guy is.
The last I heard, the perp appeared in court for a preliminary hearing wearing hospital scrubs and a sling on his arm, while Bun B met with prosecutors to discuss what punishment he wanted for him. Generally speaking, it’s not considered cool for rappers to meet with cops, or prosecutors, but maybe he was there pushing for the death penalty.
I would have done the same thing, regardless of the nature of the crime, if only because how often do you get a chance to do that?
Take it easy on yourself,
P.S. I forgot to mention this last week, when it was relevant, but my book NaS Lost
has been available since 2013, just in time for the 25th anniversary of Illmatic.