I came across an interesting open letter to R&B singer Monica from rhymeswithsnitch.com, and all I can say is DAMN!!!! This chick is going in!!!!
Does Monica still have her little raggedy a** unpaid publicity stan running around on the alley trying to get us interested in the b**ch??? If so, this is for you b**ch. Watch your a** bitch. If you wasn’t so desperate for money and fame your as**would be satisfied with that little minor leagues hustler you call a effing man instead of giving your # to my man and then smiling right in my effing face. You B list b**ch!
So. My man and I were shopping in Saks Fifth Avenue (the flagship) and needless to say, I wore his a** out so he took a seat in the women’s shoe dept to take a load off and hold the bags as I went and checked out “just one more thing honey” on the other side of the floor. Eventually I find another purchase so I call my honey’s cell phone from the register. He comes over and as we head to the elevator, Monica walks by. Now I’ve met this whore before so I smile politely and frankly couldn’t put my finger on who the eff it was cause she looked busted. He goes, “That’s Monica.” I’m like “Oh yea that’s right.” We hop on the elevator and as the door closes, this b**ch jumps on and says “I see you found your wife.” He says “yea” and we both make some small talk with this heiffer as we go back down to 1. (she was with some butch looking b**ch who never said a word). The whore was all smiles at me, very complimentary about my shoes, my ring etc. Hubby’s quiet. As soon as we get off the elevator and this b**ch is out of earshot honey tells me that the b**ch was so far up his a** in the shoe department before I called and that she kept telling him “Put my number in your phone, we should go out.” He told the whore he was with wifey and she never stopped trying to push up til his phone rang and it was me calling telling him to bring his a** on!
Now, this b**ch will know exactly who he was when she sees my post but Monica “THE BOY IS MINE”. You jersey chasing has been three hit whore!!!!!!!!
My man got cussed out too for not alerting me to this fu**ery until after the b**ch was gone, however, he knows me and I guess he was not in the mood to bail me out or for the two of us to be on Page Six over some hoodrat shit. But no worries, I will see this b**ch again. Unless she sees me first because I know the b**ch don’t want none.
Take a look at our Monica gallery: