Since I've became famous and rich, I always understood that money isn't everything. Yes, early on in my career, I was so superficial and I thought that money was the most important thing in the world. Over the past 13/14 years of me being in the mainstream, I've very aware that money is not all that important. Sure, I have a nice house, and I do things that most people can't, but I also go to Denny's, and ride bikes around New York. I also wear inexpensive clothes too. I'm not the typa nigga to wear a suit for anything other than a formal event. Jus' isn't me.

It's now 8 pm, and me and you are driving to a restaurant to eat. I've been craving some Chinese food, and I know you have too. So, we're on our way to a Chinese place called "Shanghai 21", and it looks pretty good. I've never been there, but you say it's good, so, fuck it, why not? We get out and I'm wearing some sweatpants with a Tupac shirt, and you're wearing a Mariah Carey shirt of her album, "Butterfly". I open the door and we walk in. The lady at the enterance notices us and she smiles. I don't know if she knows that we're both celebrities, but it's refreshing. We get seated in the back, and I get a coke, and you get one too. I look at the menu and then look at you. I move one dred out of my face and I say.

"So, I heard that you've been talking about an album with your producer. How's that going?"

I smile softly, really, really happy that my husbamd loves music as much as I do. I also think that one reason I got married to you was because of your humility (also I've known you since the age of 5), and that's something that's attractive to me. But I dunno. Guess a nigga can't complain when his crush likes him back, can he?