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There's Something About Mimi

There’s Something About MiMi

Words Paul Johnson Jr./ Protraits Chris Fox

As she gets dressed, or undressed rather, she’s pulling out all different kinds of ideas: “Yo P, maybe we can do this with that? Or that—with this? Or maybe you can put me on top of this, leaning over this way…” I then begin to question our own expertise. Our idea was to get her on a plain backdrop and offset it with the colors of her outfit, not to mention, her body period. Blah, blah, blah… the pre-game plans always tend to fade at the start of tip-off.

We normally stick to our agendas and go through with the game plans no matter whom the model is. Clearly, she doesn’t know us too well. We’re like, “MiMi, you’re gonna sit this way and do that!” She, however, had other thoughts. Clearly, we didn’t know her too well either.

Manuela Middleton, a Queensboro Community College graduate stands 5-foot 3, with STOOOOPIT measurements of 34C-28-40! She’s bangin’ like Lil’ Kim in 98. So for the remainder of the shoot, all we did was snap the photos. We let her make her own magic. Every so often I’d chime in with a pose or two and she’d look at me and say—“We did that already…” So now I guess I have to wait for her to say when it’s okay for me to punch out.

Can't Stop WON'T Stop!

Words Paul Johnson// Portraits MiniPeople

If you’re reading this and don’t realize who the Get Wet Team exactly is, you’ve been living under a rock your whole college career. Maybe you decided to make a vow that you would never attend a college party or concert in the whole tri-state. Or maybe you decided to boycott the hottest promotion team in New York and party with those other guys. Those other guys being teams who can’t bring you Trey Songz, T-Pain, Flo Rida and so on. Or maybe, you’re dead and aren’t reading this anyway.

For the rest of this story purchase issue two in our online book store!

I Love This Game

By Paul Johnson Jr.

So here it goes… Jay-Z is the Michael Jordan of hip-hop and Weezy is the Skip to my Lou of rap. Are you ready to cuss me out yet? Mike was drafted in ’84, Jay in ’96. Skip was a lonely twelve-year-old out of Queens with a basketball style that stood out from any and every other ball player across the world and Weezy always had the talent. Mike left the game and returned with an encore; Jay, ditto. Skip later became king of the And 1 mix tapes. Tell me one person who wasn’t trying to skip down the court with the basketball on a yo-yo. Weezy, same thing: King of the mix tapes. From Mike’s 69 points to Jay’s Black Album; And 1 Volume One to The Drought 3: same concept, same style.

Mike started killing right away, wasted no time. He won scoring titles, defensive first-team awards, took his team to the playoffs but didn’t win the chip until ’91 where he took out Isiah and Magic; Bird as well. For him to be number one, he had to beat these guys. As he was hitting his peak, the greats were leaving so he—till this day—feels sort of empty; gypped out of his crown. Almost as if he didn’t earn it. But as any great will, he feels like there could have been something he wishes he could’ve done different; could’ve done better. The fact remains; he is, was and always will be the best. He will always be The G.O.A.T. Air Jordan sits comfortably on six championship rings, five MVPs, ten first-team all NBA selections, six Finals MVPs, nine NBA all-defensive first-team awards, ten scoring titles, the NBA’s all-time leading scorer… must we go on?

Jay-Z, Sean Carter, ‘Hova, sits on your coffee table with his first album, a hip-hop classic: Reasonable Doubt. Everybody from Compton to Maine had “Feelin’ It” bumping through their speakers whether they were on their way to work or sparking up a blunt watching a Tyson fight. Biggie and Tupac was his Magic and Bird. As soon as Jay was coming up, the two top rappers left the game. As tragic as it was, Hov’ kept spitting. Roc-A-Fella Records trumped both Death Row and Bad Boy in almost every category attainable. In 1999, Jay launched Rocawear which today has annual sales of $1 billion dollars. Since Reasonable Doubt, he’s released eleven albums including joint efforts with the rest of the Roc-A-Fella family and the ageless (no pun intended) R. Kelly. He’s retired, came back and soared back to the top of the charts, sort of like somebody else did back in ’93. State Property, New Jersey (Brooklyn) Nets, Def Jam President; you name it. The Brooklyn native—not Mike, though one—has been kickin’ ass and taking names ever since.

You may read this and say, “How could Biggie not be the Mike Jordan of rap?” Simply put, he wasn’t around long enough. It wasn’t his fault but he just wasn’t. Would Pee Wee Kirkland have been better than Jordan if he never turned down that Chicago Bulls contract, gave up the fast life and went to the league? Or if Michael Ray Richardson never would’ve got hooked on “H”? Maybe, but we’ll never know.

And 1 released a mix tape with who some consider the greatest street ball legend ever, Rafer “Skip to My Lou” Alston. From I.S. 8 to Rucker Park, Skip’s been breaking ankles and stealing manhood’s of all challengers with enough balls to stand adjacent to Skip during a game. Slap him across the face why don’t ‘cha? Skip’s changed the game of basketball as we know it. We’ve all gone out to our nearest park trying to put the ball around an opponent’s head, through their legs, looking for a tricky behind-the-back pass to a streaking teammate. Looking for those “seven ooh’s” as Alimoe calls it. As he reigns supreme on the blacktop, he was never the man on the NBA’s hardwood. Being shipped from the NBA to overseas, back to the L and being traded from team to team, Skip was never the next best Point-God as SLAM projected him to be coming out of Fresno State. No ‘chips, no individual accolades, no all-NBA anything’s. But you simply can’t guard him. I guarantee nobody in the L can stay in front of him, sort of like no one in the rap game can stand up to Lil’ Wayne and his slick punch lines. They are just too creative.

There’s no doubt Lil’ Wayne has changed the rap game and raised the bar lyrically. His mix tapes and features have been out of this world; almost literally. Stepped in the game at a tender age, he signed with Cash Money Records. Not quite ready to lead the gang, Juve and BG held it down while Manny Fresh claimed the ‘boards. Now, Wayne has the whole damn world awaiting The Carter III. Can we say his other albums were hot? You damn right! They were 500 degrees hot. Shit, even the white world uses “bling-bling” in their so-called educated conversations Can we say they were hip-hop classics? Probably not. Weezy’s never put out a “Ready to Die,” or a “Blueprint” for that matter. Although he claims “The Greatest Rapper Alive,” he doesn’t have the paperwork to back up his stake.

We do have to give him love for his studio addiction though. I mean, this guy is doing reggae joints with Sizzla, R & B joints with Mario and hip-hop joints with Mary J Blige, [my nigga]! His swag has officially styled on y’all. While a white-tee trooper; the diamonds, unlimited, rare denim collection, dreads and white Styrofoam cup completes his ensemble and makes him untouchable when it comes to his fashion savvy. So the image is there, his rep’ is built but he has to hit hard and heavy with this Carter III album to officially step out of Jigga’s shadow as Skip has to win a ring in Houston, not in Harlem.

What’s good everyone!

NY has been going crazy (more than usual) over the last few weeks… among our normal grab-bag of headlines this one reins supreme:

By day, he ran NY as the Governor…. By night he made it rain in YOUR favorite city... Elliott Spitzer is: CLIENT-9!!!

So our NY Gov has resigned amidst his getting bagged in a prostitution ring…. Here’s some of the crazy things about that…

1) $80,000+ in prostitution fees – I’m sorry, but that’s a LOT to be makin it rain on some chicks, Elliott…. Even if you are a Millionaire! Lol. Some people theorize that he paid for the ambience of the situation... Ambience… with a prostitute…LMAO! He should’ve gone to a college party and holla’d @ some drunk and hot girls… he could’ve got it for CHEAP!

2) So now they refer to him as Client-9(tee shirts coming soon!!), I’m wondering if there are any more high profile dudes who were clients 1-8? Right now anyone who hired “escorts” from the Emperor Club must be SHOOK!!

3) So now Lt Gov Patterson (A Hofstra Law Grad) will be the new governor and will become NY’s first Black mayor and the first blind mayor in the history of the USA! It’s good to see amongst the scandal there is history of a different kind being made.

4) It’s crazy how the main crime that Spitzer has led an attack on his entire career, (Prostitution) led to his downfall. He got caught on Federal wire taps, and all that. You live by the sword….you Die by the Sword.

I think this is another example of how people in positions of power are just as human as you and I. They lie, cheat, and steal just like the rest of us common folk. Their true test of character is whether they could uphold the moral standards positions such as Governor, President, Judge, Cop, etc demand. A lot of them can, but there are good politicians, judges, etc out there... in my opinion they are just too few and far between… I’m just curious as to someone like Spitzer whose so smart… can be so STUPID!! Some theories include narcissism, thrill seeking, and a sense that he was above the law. When people attain positions of power, it can get to ones head. That’s why I’m not surprised, or really offended. I’ve stop expecting great moral character from elected officials. There’s only one person whose rekindled my faith, and Barack, I hope you don’t let us down.

PEACE

Streetz

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Drink of the Month Presents: 151 Reasons to Love

Drink of the Month Presents: 151 Reasons to Love

Since this is the "month of love", ya'll know I got to pay tribute
to Valentines Day and all of it's victims of Cupids arrow. Using
the word "victims" makes it sound like I'm saying love is a bad
thing. But is it?

How many of ya'll can honestly say that you've been touched
by true love? (DISCLAIMER: Do not read that part out loud if
your loved one is right next to you. University Hustle is not held
liable for any beat downs caused by reading this magazine. Next
time read the fine print.) 

Cause lets face it. As good as love is, we've all done some real
dumb shit in the name of love; Pardon my French. (Sorry,
French People) Like traveling all the way to the boondocks to
see that person without a clue of where you're going (shout out to
RIVERHEAD!), OR blowing all your hard earned cash on that
special someone for their birthday and they end up breaking up
with you the day after. Or start some Facebook wall beef cause
you didn't like a comment that someone posted on your boo's wall.
A wise man once told me two things which I'll never forget. One:
never swallow water in the kiddy pool. And two: you know you're
truly in love if you can give 151 reasons.

Ok, I'm not going to front. I read it in a fortune cookie once. But
nevertheless, there is some truth to it. So this University Hustle writer
is going to be the first to put his head on the chopping block and tell
ya'll about my true love...in poem form (yea, I'm cultured). *Ahem
(clearing throat)...and I read:

Whenever you go down, you light my soul on fire

Our personal time together is called Happy Hour, and
some of that is what I desire.

You constantly stay wet, without my touch

Remember the first time we met at the bar? Damn, you
didn’t say much

You’re so small and petite; I could fit you in one hand

I don’t know if you white or black, but whatever you
are I love that golden brown tan.

To finish this poem, I need a word that rhymes with month

‘Cuz my true love isn't a person, it's "151 reasons" the
new drink of the month

If you would like to make your own "151 Reasons", here's
how you do it:

3/4 oz 151 proof rum

2   oz orange juice

2   oz 7-Up® soda

3/4 oz lemonade

This drink is like a retarded midget, small and strong (no offense
to all the strong midgets out there). So make sure before you
drink this drink, you: 

(A): know what you're doing and 

(2): sign the death waiver or else you'll have 151 problems, and a
drink ain’t one!!

These are the words of a certified alcoholic...

Carl Samuels

Kris Crossed

So Kristina hit me up over the phone and we kicked it for a minute because if you remember, she used to write for us; then she hit me with it, “yo P, when I’ma be in Attention Please?” I ain’t a hater so I was like, “whenever. Just let me know…” So she goes on to tell me how her booty is fourty-seven inches and things and I told her she was lying. She goes, “let’s make a bet!” So of course being the good sport that I am, I made the bet. We put a drink on it. I told her if she was wrong, she owes me a Long Island Iced Tea; and if I were wrong, vice versa. So here comes the photo shoot and she brings the tape measure. Stephanie, her close friend, tells me I’m a retard for betting but I really didn’t believe. Steph wraps the tape around her and well, let’s just say I still owe her a drink. I hate being wrong.

GANGFEST

I crossed in the spring semester of 2004 (Shout out to all my Sands…). Since then I haven’t missed Greek Fest, whether it was Jones Beach or Hempstead Turnpike. When I first went as a Neo, I ran into a few Sigma’s, a few AKA’s and there were like four Delta’s. Total, there were about twenty Greeks there. TWENTY! At a Greek Fest? Isn’t there something wrong with this picture? Well it did rain my first time there, so let’s blame 2004 on the weather. Sun was out and shining in 2005 but I don’t think there were more than thirty Greeks at that one. I believe 2006 is when they moved it outside of Jones Beach and brought it to the ‘hood. Wow. Does that even make sense? Well—let’s not prejudge I thought; so I went. A couple of my conversations went like this:

“Oh what’s up Frat? What chapter you from?”

“Frat? You mean that Alpha Beta Beta shit?”

“Oh you not a Nupe? My bad, the red tee threw me off…”

“Unless Nupe mean Blood in Swahili, this is BLOOD, NIGGA!”

I bounced. I figured I’m a loooooooong way from Brooklyn. He could possibly make it real hard for me to get back to the Belt. I let it ride. I headed toward the stage in 2007 where I did, however, see some familiar faces. I ran into Ralph, my neo and Rico, a Sigma from my yard. I looked over Rico’s shoulder and saw some more Blue. I know Blu-n-White roll kind of deep so I went on over. Saw Krystal and Julie—two Zetas from my yard—and figured it was all good. But since when did Sigma’s wear blue bead-like necklaces and bandanas around the neck? I mean, I had seen Karl with it a few times but the one he wears has Phi Beta Sigma written on it. That’s Para. This wasn’t Para. Those are flags.

I ain’t even gonna front, I saw Suede from afar and he threw up my Frat signal, the Yo. I just gave him a head nod like, “What’s good Frat?” Shit, I wasn’t throwing up my Yo for it to be mistaken as a Blood sign… shit, those two are too close. Walking over, I noticed my Frat was the only team of Steppers. It’s kind of weird because there were several Hip-Hop acts, C-Walkers, B-Hoppers, singers, guns, weed, alcohol… You name it, it was in the building. Well, not the Greeks of course. I don’t know about you but I want to see a change. Who is going to bring Greek back to Summer New York? Compared to Philly’s Greek Fest—which seems to be spiraling as well—we ain’t shit. Am I the only one mad?

-Paul Johnson Jr.