Did Imus talk about the Rutgers women's team?

It's a punishment for Iman's ego.

 

That probably came after you had begun your kick of calling Boom a racist, so he was obviously looking to tweak you.

Far be it from me to define someone else's intent . . . . . . but I'm not sure how well that stands up, Chuck.

I just think this is like when Neil Reed accused Knight of "choking" him: the actual facts show it was close to that, and it's certainly not good, but it doesn't exactly fit the definition of what you said happened.

At the same time, if you felt offended, the moderators probably would have taken care of you, and they still can.

 

"Live Nigga Rap"(feat. Mobb Deep)
[gun blast]
[P] I shot the motherfucker back
[H] Right out the ass son
[P] For niggaz don't know how to act
[H] What the deal son
[P] I shot the motherfucker back
[H] No doubt son
[P] For niggaz don't know how to act

[Prodigy]
Yo NYC, U-N-I-verse, se-riously
Havoc and P, Queens niggaz so it seem to be
Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise, mega
Got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette taper
The God with the God-U-Now, pullin a caper
Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankles
I been through, crime shit my niggaz in-to
Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin him too
JFK on our way to L.A.
Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbre (Barbara)
My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday
Crime pay, who wanted gunplay? Drill me
Niggaz kill me, thrillin me, you wanna look?
Peep the nine milli, now undress, you know the drill-y
Niggaz suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet
to met challenger who go against my set
Gem stars razor sharp like Gilette, shavin closely on
any character approach me
I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
While cat burg-lars tryin to sneak peep the recipe
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about $5,000 a plate

[Havoc]
No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz like a bid
The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's only me, and the gat that's holdin me
We got it locked beyond measure, the click's under pressure
Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser
Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped
(Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic)
Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin
QB represent fuck that, it can happen
While you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in
Could tear men, cut the party while you jammin
We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44
Bodyguard of somethin you don't want a part of
If I was you, then I would do what I have to
But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you
Then stepped off casually, naturally me

[Nas]
Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod

[Chorus: Prodigy (3X)]

For niggaz don't know how to act
To all my niggaz on the block slangin crack
Rest in peace to my niggaz layin on they back
To all the niggaz who bust gats (live nigga rap)

If youse a live nigga

 

I'm getting the feeling that this topic is giving people the license to pick song lyrics that will incite our African American SportsJournalists.com nation. STOP!

 

So anyway, about the Rutgers team...

 

I'm not reinventing anything.

 

Wouldn't be the firsttime he's changed directions... hell, he did it yesterday on two different threads...
But it also require us to pay F-A-R closer attention than most of us want....

 

Are you a moderator or my personal jock sniffer? You've made eight posts today. All directed at me. What's your problem? I've tried to ignore you but you don't seem to get the hint so I figured if I called you out, you might stop riding me.

 

Maybe he's trying to give you a hint...

 

Well maybe i'll give you both a hint. I've been very nice. You slappy have been riding one minute agreeing the next. Headbut has been jocking me all day. I'm tired of turning the other cheek. If he's a moderator, then be that. Not an instigator.