“Anyone who’s been near Houston Street and Broadway in New York lately has seen the emergence of a true fashion diva. In fact, rap superstar Foxy Brown — on all fours, in a bra top and stretch jeans — has caused such a stir that car crashes have been reported in the vicinity. And she’s not even there in person.”
Michael Musto for the September 1st 1999 issue of Paper Magazine
Thug niggas give they minks to chinks To’ down, we sip drinks, rockin minks, flashin rings and things Frontin’ hard, 4 deep inside the Jeep, mackin’ Doin’ my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya tetas, get them niggas for they chedda Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossin’ rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops On the creep, open like raw ass cheeks I’m sexin’, raw dog without protection, diseaese infested Uhh, Italiano got the Luciano I gets down, fuckin’ with Brown Fox, extra keys to the drop Boo, I’m Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me To lay low, I play slow Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what the deal I shot ya!