Then he had the audacity, when I came to holler at him…I tried to explain it on the YouTube [clip] that I really did reach out to dude. I was respectful and tasteful about it, because I talked to him the day before he leaked the shit on purpose and did that fucked up shit. I said, “Yo, chill out. I’m only doing this with my man [DJ] Whoo Kid, and that’s what it is.” And he was like, “Alright, okay. But, I can make it so big.” I told him if he wanted to support, just spread the word for me and that would be enough. I get off the phone, and my boy Edgar comes to the studio the next night like, “Listen to this bullshit.”

That’s fucking up my relationships. He had my niggas looking at me like I was letting records get leaked on purpose.

DX: With the rap game the way it is, Jimmy is probably quick to pull papers on anyone in the Interscope building.
BL: You know what? That ain’t even on his radar though. Jimmy is rockstar status, hanging out with Bono and shit. Jimmy wouldn’t even know anything—it’d be Dre. That’s who was calling. I saw the number on the Caller ID thinking, “I ain’t answering this shit until I find out what’s going on.” I had to get things under control to where I could explain shit, because Dre thought possible records for Detox got leaked. I was writing a lot of records for that as well, and one of them might’ve got leaked. Once I explained the situation to Dre, he was like, “Man, you should’ve stuck a gun in that bitch ass nigga’s mouth.” I’m going, “Wow, that’s a really good thing to do Dre. That makes sense, Dre [Laughs].” He was hot about it.

It’s a wrap for DJ Thong. He’s blackballed and he’ll have to move back to Australia. All my Australian niggas know he’s a bitch, so they’ll beat him up out there too. He’ll probably have to move to another planet. Fuck Thong. Until he comes out of the closet, moves to where ever all the life partners hang, takes some pills and throws on some little footsie socks like Martin Lawrence said, it’s never gonna be over. It ain’t over until he comes with some stacks for all those beats he leaked. Shouts out to Sarah, because his wife is a rider. If she wasn’t fat and ugly, we’d have fucked that bitch. But, anyway…

DX: So do you have a date for The Reformation?
BL: Brother, it’s looking like October or November. [Dre] really wanted to keep me for Detox and have me come after that. He told me, “You’re ready and the buzz is ridiculous. But, I really wanted to give you that world stage to step off of. But we’ve really got to rethink this.” So, here we are.

DX: You don’t sound too broken up about it [laughs.].
BL: I was like, “Nigga, I’m good either way. I’m putting out my tapes, I’m seeing it and I’m getting that love back. I’m doing shows and you’ve got my pockets right. I’m writing this shit for Detox, so it’s like having two albums out and I’m on both of them a whole bunch.” God willing, man. It’s a blessing if I’m able to pop off that first shot. Plus I can start working on the second album, since I have like 800 million songs.

DX: I know. Every time I see one of your interviews, you’re talking about five different albums.
BL: I know. I run my mouth a lot because I’m either drunk or happy at the time. But, the second album is The Impossible Possible. I’ve already got a couple records for that.

DX: You seem pretty approachable, but like anything, there’s a proper way to go about trying to get on.
BL: You can’t really go to clubs because motherfuckers will bother you like, “Yo, how does it feel to work with Dr. Dre? Can you introduce me to Dre? Can you take him this demo. You need to do a song with me.” Why the fuck do I need to do anything? I don’t know who the fuck you are. It’s the weirdest shit.

About two years ago, this shit really happened to me in the club. A nigga came up to me, like any boo-boo rapper. I’m in the club trying to talk to bitches, and this nigga taps me saying, “Yo, can you tell the deejay to put this shit on?” I’m just looking at him going, “This nigga is playing songs. Even you are dancing on the floor, nigga! You need to go over there and do that shit yourself.” He keeps going on and on about how his CD is going to make the people in the club dance more, and he says, “But you’re Bishop, he’ll listen to you.” I’m like, “Nah, nigga. I’m just Phillip tonight. You ain’t getting’ shit out of me.”