“With God on my side who can be against me? I love my ride or die til the wheels fall and help me put the wheels back on fans.”

I have low self-esteem and I always have. Guys always cheated on me with women who were European-looking. You know, the long-hair type. Really beautiful women that left me thinking, ‘How I can I compete with that?’ Being a regular black girl wasn’t good enough.

All y’all can go to hell. Not Respectfully.

These devils find a way to get at’cha. All it takes is some green and your face on the screen.

I think women should always be respected. I’m not going to stand on the corner with a picket sign, but I’m going to support my ladies all the way. But I also understand the views of men as well.

A lot of the stuff that my father told me not to do, I did it anyway and I ended up learning the hard way.

When you’re dealing with people in an industry that’s all about making money, they push you farther than you really wanna go.

Be Blessed every one, stay positive.

When the beat hits I’m too glam to give a damn.

I love to reinvent myself, and that’s because I am a very free person. I do what I feel, and I love who I am.

I’m sayin’, why spend mine when I can spend yours?

I am honored and quite proud that a class is being taught on my sensationalist lyrics, unique style and fashion and leadership role within the hip-hop community.

I really want people to understand that nobody is perfect and that things happen in life beyond our control.

There are some people who still don’t understand. But I know by the end of my fulfillment they will.

Can’t wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out of my pussy.

I’ma make sure the family keep a decent meal, no matter what I got to do or who I got to kill.

I am blessed to have so many great things in my life – family, friends and God. All will be in my thoughts daily.

My dad’s death reminds me of earthquakes – things that shake your foundation.

I’m the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime.

When I’m doing an appearance somewhere and taking questions from the audience, I can always count on: ‘Tell about the guy who died on your show!’

If a man had nothing that was worth dying for, then he was not fit to live.

The desire to play has always been in me. I remember my first experience at about four or five of really dying to sing and dying to play that came from no one telling me to do so.

I have auditory hallucinations, I hear voices saying derogatory things, like I’m terrible and I’m going to die, and they’re usually worse in the afternoon.

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

Death is a distant rumor to the young.