worst show ever!!!
the club owner had seen Ras Lidj perform to a DAT when he opened for Mobb Deep.
he'd heard from another club owner in greensboro about Ras Lidj's live shows and wanted him to perform live.
we agreed to do the live show (for more money of course) and I went down (i normally don't go anymore) since 50 is the hottest right now.
We got a writeup (2 sentences) in the local paper within the 2 page article about 50 coming to perform and all the police security and club security invovled.
when we were hitting clubs with 100-200 people the band that we use (a DC go-go band) was talking about how one day we would blow up.
when we were hitting clubswith 300-400 people coming to see us, the band started talking about how they were going to go on the road with us wherever we went come hell or high water.
then, they show up 3 hours late so we didn't get to run thoroughly through our set before the official sound check. many of you know, the opening band gets no love unless they love themselves by showing up early because the sound man is there to get the 120 decibels for the main attraction and could care less about the opening act.
then, in front of the tour manager, DJ , and one of the like 10 dudes 50 had on stage with him, the band pulled the gank move and tried to hit us up for more money per musician to play. complaining that the room for 50 had deli meat, water, and snacks and we didn't provide them with food.
then, when 50 decided he wasn't going to show up on time, the band tells us that if we don't go onstage at 11 as planned then f**k us and 50.
then when 50's tour bus pulls in and the band is on stage and the DJ for 50 is holding Ras Lidj's CD in his hand, the drummer gets up from the drum set and says f**k this i'm going home.
the promoter for the show had to talk the drummer into playing.
then, we get onstage to a sea of high school, college (East Carolina U.) and grown a$$ peoples all in their best throwback jersey and jerysey-skirt gear, the band decided after the 2nd of 4 songs that they are going to play their own material.
the bass player takes the SM58 off the stand swings the bass around backward and they go into their own GO-GO music.
now this crowd is there to see Hip-Hop. maybe they will tolerate Dancehall, maybe they will tolerate Dancehall to a slightly GO-GO beat, but they don't know anything about nor did they pay their $30 (in advance, i heard it was $60 at the door) to hear DC music.
there are a few ladies in the crowd still bouncing but most of the crowd stops and is just looking at us like we are some kind of idiots.
Ras Lidj doesn't want to embarrass the situation further by having a public confrontation on the stage, so he bogarts the situation and starts free-styling over their music. the crowd starts dancing again because they think its part of the show.
the band switches to another song thats even more GO-GO pocket oriented. they start doing a call and response...
hey ladies... is that p*ssy real good girl. and the women in the club are looking at them like they have spinach between their teeth.
then they start chanting... we want 50, we want 50 and the front 4-5 rows on the left hand side start doing the get-your-a$$-off-stage wave like they are on showtime at the apollo.
at any rate, the band was fired and we didn't give them any money for the show. the owner hates my man with a passion and was overheard by my boy (who goes to the shows with me to get at them shorties) saying "them DC n*gg*$ aint sh*%, I shouldn't even pay them mutha-f*cka$ for that bull sh*%.
i'm sure 50' tour manager and DJ dumped our CD straight into the garbage. i know i would have.
crab ass fools... that could have been the start of a good spring/summer season. instead we've got to rebuild his reputation on short money because word gets around.
man, when you make it, and someone asks what was your most embarrassing moment in the buisness, you will not let them down.
way to keep your head up brah. 
hang in there we are all counting on you in here, you are one of the most established cat's in here. do your thing dog, do your thing.
