1/2 of the Clipse speaks with Complex about a time he shared with a PYT in the backseat of his ride.
I’ve had my share of backseat episodes. [My SL 500] was totally not for sex, though. The arm rest holder in it was broken due to somebody giving me head in it. She was leaning on the center console and I keep CDs and wild shit in my center console, so it probably wasn’t closed all the way, and she broke the hinge or the latch. It never closed fully until I had to get it fixed. I didn’t kick her out the car, but it ruined the moment. I’m actually past [having sex in] the whip these days. I need to take my shoes, socks, and everything off. I can’t play no more. I don’t got time for that.
But this one time when I first got on I was in the backseat of this female’s Honda Accord. We went to a park in Chesapeake, VA after dark. I was with this lady I’d been dealing with and she was married. It had to be quick because everybody had to get back home to their respective others. So I get in the car, and she’s like, ‘Nah, don’t even sit down. Look.’ She opens the back door and lays on her stomach across the backseat. [Laughs.] She’s like ‘I gotta get back home, come on!’ So I just started goin’ at it! [Laughs.] It was in a big parking lot, but the park is a place where you can have cookouts and picnics. You’re off from the main road, but it is surrounded by a residential area. It must have been pretty close because somebody called the police. [Laughs.] It was like six minutes tops and I hear sirens coming, but I’m like ‘Whatever.’ She was like, ‘Is that for us?’ It sounded far. But I had got up and was like, ‘You know what, let’s get up outta here.’ As I’m putting on my stuff and pulling on my pants, and she’s getting in her car, we might have talked for like a few seconds, and as we’re pulling out, two police cars are hauling ass [past us] into the fucking park. From then on out, it was strictly hotels.