Props is a true thug's wife.

I want to have fun. It's a beautiful life. You learn, you win, you lose, but you get up.

I think the hip-hop purists are purists through and through. They're here to criticize all of us. That's just how it is. We as MC's criticize each other. That's the nature of hip-hop.

No matter who you are, black, white, green, there's going to be things in your way, you know what I mean?

I like the way hip-hop is now. It's grown up enough so that it can get involved with politics if it feels like it.

Man, me and Biggie were the biggest artists in New York. When he passed, I was so messed up. My attitude was messed up about him dying. There was an East-West thing back then, and I was in war mode.

I had a pretty public divorce. They're not easy -- divorces -- and it took me a long time to really get through.

Hip-hop is making a lot of noise. It should get some more spotlight.

Failure is not an option, and I always felt like I'm a man who doesn't have regrets, and I don't live with excuses. I can't take excuses.

There was a lot of negative that was put on rappers for using the word, and I feel like we're just misunderstood. Most of us are; some of us is just plain wack.

Sunlight and seeing something that was a thought become a thing and materialize -- that makes me come alive.

Some people say I'm conscious, some say I'm a gangsta rapper -- it's just me doing me. I'm stomping in my own lane. I'm doing what I do.

My record company had to beg me to stop filmin' music videos in the projects. No matter what the song was about, I had 'em out there.

Big up to Flex. Stop taking so much cizock in his mizouth.

The flaws, the mistakes I make that's the real me.

It's not just hip-hop that's dead. Mostly every form of American music is dead. It's been dead. RandB isn't really good.

I don't meditate. Silence is golden though.

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe.

Whose world is this? The world is yours.

You ni**az get me sick, wannabe soundin like you know my arithmetic... but we don't sound alike.