My Take: This guy is out of his mind. What a clownArticle:
The following is a transcript of court documents from the grand jury deposition of Mr. Dwayne Carter. Brought up on drug charges in Arizona (and before that, a gun charge in New York) Weezy has to face the feds. This is the definitive Lil Wayne interview, courtesy of the United States judicial system.
Prosecutor: State your name for the court record.
Wayne: Weezy Dwayne Wayne. The Carter. Please say the baby.
Prosecutor: Excuse me?
Wayne: Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby. Fresher than a newborn.
Prosecutor: Let the record show that, at the risk of perjury, the defendant has previously stated his name as “Dwayne Michael Carter.” Mr. Carter do you confirm?
Wayne: Yezzir!
Prosecutor: Is it true that you are a recording artist?
Wayne: This is a fucking legend you’re talking to right here.
Prosecutor: Mr. Carter, the court asks you to answer the question with either a negative or an affirmative. Now, are you a recording artist?
Wayne: I just be chilling, drinking, smoking and I’m like turn the mic on. I visualize a lot of things too, I like to see it before I say it. I never go in the studio and say, “We recording this.” I just say, “Carter 3,” on the beginning of the song if it’s a Carter 3 song. I record every day, every chance I can. That’s why you hear me on everybody else’s song, because they know Wayne’s in the studio-just send him an e-mail, and he’ll do it. I record every day. I got like a billion songs.
Prosecutor: I see. Are you also employed with Cash Money Records? If so, what is your title there?
Wayne: I am the CEO of Cash Money Records. We in charge, y’heard me? I eat rappers…dead or alive. Sometimes when I get hungry, I call up Slim and Baby and ask if I can eat them. They be like ‘calm down, Jr.’ and I say to them like ‘the only thing on the mind of a shark is eat!’.
Prosecutor: Are you affiliated with one Bryan “Baby” Williams through Cash Money Records? Is that who you are referring to?
Wayne: I just want everybody to know I am no longer the president of nothing. I gave Cortez Bryant the presidency of Young Money Records and I stepped down from any other positions… I am the president of me. I am me! I run nobody, I live in a different world with different laws.
Prosecutor: I’d like to remind you that you’re under oath in a court of United States law, Mr. Carter. The stenographer has you saying — not two minutes ago — that you are the CEO of Cash Money Records.
Wayne: Yeah. I signed my contract at 11, I put out my first solo album at 15 and I’m 25 and I’ve been living in that ever since. I haven’t sold a brick. I haven’t had to see one unless I wanted to snort it!
Prosecutor: Is that how you know Bryan “Baby” Williams?
Wayne: Naw, that’s just my Daddy. They just pissed at how rich my Daddy is. I be stuntin’ like my Daddy. Daddy…see he feed me. When I get hungry, Daddy got the milk and the milk money, you smell me?
Prosecutor: Are you saying that you share proprietary rights with Mr. Williams for Cash Money Records?
Wayne: Daddy share everything. It’s not just CMR or nunna that. I mean…yeah, if you take discipline as giving me game. He never has because I always had those three brothers and them niggas is a problem. You look at discipline as telling me things, giving me a way, showing me an example of a better way to live, a way to do things, that discipline he’s giving me.
Prosecutor: Right. So with his permission you tour the country carrying illegal drugs and contraband. Is it safe to say that he’s been sponsoring this kind of activity?
Wayne: I am sittin’ on the clouds–I got smoke comin’ from my seat. I can play basketball with the moon, I got the whole world at my feet…
Prosecutor: Come again?
Wayne: …playin touch football, on marijuana street…or in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats. Get high, so high that I feel like lying.
Prosecutor: The courtroom is about truth, sir. Do you admit, then, to smoking marijuana?
Wayne: I could mingle with the stars and throw a party on Mars. Seat waaaaay back, listenin’ to Anita Baker,
ridin by myself, smokin weed by the acre. Holly Grove gator, ain’t nobody greater.
Prosecutor: On Wednesday, January 23rd, were you in possession of marijuana on the Cash Money Records tour vehicle?
Wayne: I’m a monster: everyday is Halloween…a lot of syrup, a lot of pills, and a lot of weed…
Prosecutor: We’re not here to discuss what you did on Halloween. Are you admitting to other drugs being in your possession on the night stated?
Prosecutor: Are you under the influence right now?
Prosecutor: Let the record show that Mr. Carter has replied with silence. Are you lighting something back there?
Source: Rawkus.com (http://www.rawkus.com/content/?p=1521)
