2 weeks before ODB died, I was in the studio writing with him. He was not spitting his lines with enthusiasm or vigor as he usually did. I complained about it to Dame Dash. His response was to call two strippers to come in, dance, bob they heads and give inspiration.

However, when Big Baby Jesus attempted to have sex with them both in the room in front of everybody---and the stench from his perspiration started to kick up from underneath his tracksuit, the two strippers quickly grabbed they shit, ran out the room and said, "We don't get paid enough for this!!"