Beanie Sigel Has Beef With Industry Rule #4080
I had to get some things situated, but I’m back and I see that everyone is amazed about this Beanie Sigel/Jay-Z situation. There are rumors of folks gettin’ fired (you’ll be good, CThaGod!), cats have they own opinions and, of course, 50 Cent has something to say. But after the jump, read why Sigel should’ve read the fine print in his contract.
After listening to Beanie’s reply to Jay-Z’s BP3 intro track, I shook my head. Since moving to New York, I’ve had some conversations with a few notable guys in the rap game and they had their own “I Can’t Believe Jay Did That” story. None that I’ll share on here, but, the end result is SMMFH, all the same. Look, I really like Beans and I definitely dig where he’s coming from. But son forgot the most cruelest rule to this game:
Beans was willing to do anything because of the comradeship the R.O.C. provided. Which is what any soldier would do when the mercenary crew is killing the game. The rap game equals war and Philly was there on the front-line to give the label that extra oomph that Bleek, Rell and other cats couldn’t handle.
The only flaw in Sigel’s armor is not putting two-and-two together. This is the guy that said, “Your handshake ain’t matching your smile,” couldn’t he see that within his own camp? Pundits are arguing that Beans waited too long to say this, that the issues he had with Jay, Dame and the R.O.C. should’ve been put out there when they were hot button topics.
But no one stands to win anything talking about Jay. It should be rule #4081 — “Don’t think of saying bad ill ish about Jay or you gets no play!”
Sigel, in my opinion, was doing what any friend who felt betrayed would do. Try the best means of hollerin’ at your boy. Because the impressions folks leave in one’s life have everything to do about the success they create and the R.O.C. was damned successful. It’s just sad that even the top dogs in the industry fall prey to the most pettiest of emotions. Us low level folks experience it, too. I know quite a few people who yesterday were like, “Can you do this? Hey, buddy! How’s things going?” to “Chill, son, chill…” They only know you when it is convenient or serves a purpose or is of status quo.
Such is the case with Jay-Z. He’s broken through the glass ceiling. Marcy’s a mausoleum to the kid now. G4 jets and quail are his delights and the streets, although they’re still watching, are being looked back at through Jay’s Maybach rearview. Beans will be alright, though. He won’t suffer the Jaz-O curse — why? Because he still has the streets. And while most folks are saying a lot of things and have no direct ties to the situation, the Broad Street Bully will not be shaken or stirred by Jay-Z because the spotlight is on, the curtains are drawn and there will be an answer to this Roc-A-Fella break-up…
Come hell or high water.