Thanks for all your emails last week. Hova loves to bless y'all with street wisdom! Keep 'em coming, and as promised, we answer them here: 

I'll show you how to do this, son!

Hey Jigga,

I've got a great job, but I'm not so sure about my boyfriend. He lost his job last year and wants me to support him while he goes to business school. He says he's gonna treat me like a queen after he graduates; I think he might be playing me. He isn't very generous right now, so its hard to see him changing. And I have my son to worry about. Still, he talks a big game. Should I pay for his and wait to get mine?

Patty P.

Patty Papergetter,

Don't give him nothin', unless he treatin' you special. Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you. And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair, just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah!
Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done. Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son. Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum;
Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon.
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON!
 

Yo J,

Some trouble with the recession is causing me to have to sell our Upper East Side apartment and relocate. It's tough, but I'm not out of the game yet. We're thinking about heading south, maybe around DC? Have you been around that area? Any business opportunities?

Manhattan Dan

Manhattan Dan Without a Plan,

Me in DC? Fo' shizzle my nizzle, I used to dribble down in VA
I was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins; got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them. Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them. Wasn't born hustlers I was birf' in em!

I'm far from a Harvard student, I just had the balls to do it!

Dear Hova,

I got into some trouble last semester and lost my scholarship. I don't want to drop out. I was thinking about dancing, well, stripping really. Just for a while, to pay tuition. Would you respect someone who did that? And will I get stuck being a broke stripper?

Bianca in Brooklyn

Broke Binky in BK,

I feel you; got your back. I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition. I see your vision mama, I put my money on the longshots.
All my ballers that's born to clock. Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not. I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots
to King Size, dream machines, the green fives. I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze...

Dear Jay-Z,

I'm a social worker by trade. Recently, I've been given an opportunity to  make some more money in the private sector. A lot of my colleagues have turned up their nose at me. They say I'm selling out. I still want to help people,  I just want to do better for my family. Ever experience anything like this as a rapper?

Clint in Colorado

Conflicted Clint,

I feel you, I had a hard time rapping like I wanted to know and paying bills. So, I dumbed down for my audience, and doubled my dollars.
They criticized me for it; yet they all yell "Holla"!
If skills sold, truth be told I'd probably be lyricly Talib Kweli.
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense (But i did five Mil) and I ain't been rhymin like Common since. When your sense got that much in common and you been hustlin since your inception? Fuck perception
go with what makes sense. Since I know what i'm up against, we as rappers must decide what's most important.
And i can't help the poor if i'm one of them! So I got rich and gave back; to me that's a win-win.

Jigga,

Quick question: I've been in the game since the 90's. Done pretty well, but I'm getting older now. Is it time to settle down? Is 30 to old to hustle?

Gary in Galloway 

Grey Hair Gary,

I’m young enough to know the right car to buy, yet grown enough not to put rims on it. I got that 6-deuce with curtains so you can’t see me and I didn’t even have to put tints on it. I don’t got the bright watch, I got the right watch. I don’t buy out the bar, I bought the Nightspot
I got the right stock, I got stockbrokers that’s movin it like white-tops!
I know you like, “Fuck!” This is child abuse, call DYFS.
I might just be getting nicer; you young boys ain’t ready fa’real
30’s the new 20, nigga, I’m so hot still!
 

I'm like Che Guevara with bling on. I'm complex!

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