Interviews, Misc, Press, Real Life - Wednesday, January 28, 2009 2:44 - 14 Comments

This is an Amazing Interview with The Rza

I’m not even halfway done reading this and this is just amazing.

The Hyatt Hotel in Berlin is truely a very noble place to stay. When rappers hold their interviews in of the conference rooms of such hotels, journalists can get a chance to get to know the luxurious side of the business.

The residence in such kingly accommodations with at least ten serving women who read the wishes from ones lips are plain routine for the RZA. When it happens that he is transported by Minivans instead of a luxury bus, or has to confine himself to buying one pair of Ray Ban shades in stead of three, only because the promoter didn’t pay enough, then something is going wrong in the world of the Wu-Tang Mastermind.

Because money makes the world go round. Or rather cash rules everything around me. Thus our interview was centered on Dollars and Bills – be it RZA’s money, RZA’s money, which he allegedly owes someone, RZA’s missing money, RZA’s neglected life because of the making money or RZA’s thoughts about money in todays music industry. The chef of everything called being related to the two letters WU told us about his daughters, his brothers, his brothers from the Clan, his childhood, his first label, about lawsuits, lawyers, promoters, tours, London, Görlitz, greed, jealousy, fantasy and love.

RZA: Y’all aint gotta be nervous to talk shit about me, okay?! Feel free.

WildstyleMag.com: Some time ago you went to the U.K. to promote your new Digital LP…

RZA (interrupted the question and told a long story about a promoter in Lodnon): Ask anybody who knows me, in the last two months they never saw me angry. I wasn’t even angry at Raekwon after all the stupid shit he said to me about the 8 Diagrams Album, RZA is a Hippie and that stupid shit. That didn’t get me as pissed off as this dude from London.

Because he had me leave my house, leave my kids, leave my family and come all the way over here with my buddies. One of my buddies got locked up, one of my other buddies couldn’t pay his fucking rent, so we all wanted to get our money. But the promoter didn’t fucking pay the fucking money yo! Then at the o2 Arena, where 1.100 paying guests attended the show, I almost fighted with the show organizer because he wouldn’t give me the money. He said he gave it to that promoter. I stayed in London for two extra days out of my own pocket, payed for the hotel, looking for that motherfucker. I couldn’t find him and I never heard from him again.

There was one girl that knew him that came to the show and came to the hotel afterwards.
Two of my buddies both fucked her. I don’t know if that was his girl or not. Anyway, she told us that he was actually from America and he used her address to get his visa in London. And she had been looking for him, too.

I wonder why the promoter did this to me. Honestly, he actually wanted to give me the money in my hand but I told him not to. I said he should give it to me at the end. I trusted this motherfucker! At the day when the tour was over, he said we were leaving 9 o’clock. At 9 o’clock we’re waiting for him when the driver told us that he thinks he caught a train at 7 o’clock. So the driver took us to London, we wanted to go to James’ office. But the address that he gave me was a fake address! This place was in the hood of London, people were looking at me like “fuck you”, and then the driver also wanted me to pay him! This promoter put all of us in this situatuin! Damn, that n-gga is smart! He’s fucked up!

You know, I make a lot of money in my life, 50.000 dollars are nothing, but it still affects me because I was out here for a month! That’s not fair!

Wildstylemag.com: Since we are already talking about money and debts: What is the case about all the Wu-Tang members claiming you wouldn’t give them their money?
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