“I met him the day before the plane crash,” Jay told MTV News on Monday, days after AM was found dead in his New York apartment. “We were doing the concert, and he told me that he had to go down to South Carolina to do a show with Travis, and then we’d go and do our show.
“The plane crash happened, and I’m thinking, ‘Let him recover. We’ll talk about that some other time,’ ” Jay continued. “He called, like, ‘Nah, man, I’m still ready to go.’ I was shocked by that at first. He came, he had a bandage on his head, and he was ready to go. He was someone that really loved what he did. That’s passion: to love what you do and still go forward.”
The two impressed the crowd throughout their performance together. At one point, Jay ventured behind the turntables while AM hammed it up for the crowd. “Make some noise for DJ AM,” Jay ordered the crowd.
Also, after the jump check out an excert from Hov’s XXL cover story in which he wins (yet again) w/ not really that competitive, because the competition isn’t based on real competition. I mean, Game, I’m his fuckin idol.
…Speaking of Jim Jones, he and cats like The Game stay throwing shots at you, referring to you as old and washed-up. But you’ve always thrived off that type of competition. So, currently in the most comfortable position of your career, how competitive are you?
Not really that competitive, because the competition isn’t based on real competition. I mean, Game, I’m his fuckin idol. If you ask him and he’s being truthfully honest with you…it’s just based off his insecurities and, for the most part, pretension. That type of competition doesn’t do anything for me. It’s almost like someone trying to set you up, and everyone knows they’re to set you up, and everybody. It’s just dumb. It’s not in the spirit of competition, because he’s not competition for me. He’s not. Not then, not ever—he’d have to improve considerably. Competition for me competition is Nas, Eminem. Like Jim Jones? That’s ridiculous to me. So how do I respond to that? I can’t win. If I win, then they’ll be like, “See. Now chill. You’re a fuckin’ bully.” And if manages to throw a haymaker from the West Coast, then it’s like “Oooooh.” It’s not even fun. Like, before I did it, because I would diss anybody. Now who has time to do this shit everyday? But before, when I was running after the little fat nigga from Ma$e’s camp, I was doing anybody. Anybody said anything. If I thought you said something. When I was running in the streets, I wanted all that type of activity. Nobody wanted nothing. Now everybody’s a tough guy.
Shouts to RR.