My turkey always comes with a side of nostalgia. Typical holiday time traditions, like seeing relatives you haven't seen in ages, and of course, bar hopping through old friends and ex-hookups who are in town, all bring back memories and feelings of good times past. It’s nice to see old faces but it’s also spooky because you can really see how much has changed in just a short time.
Well, this Thanksgiving I stumbled upon an extra dose of nostalgia. Tucked away in my parents' attic behind a box of old suit jackets and photo albums was my old CD case.
I hadn’t seen the binder in years, but I saw the sticker on the front and knew exactly what it was. The ride home from my parents' house was filled with Limp Bizkit, DMX, and Wu-Tang. My parents never let me buy a Bare Naked Ladies CD (because of the name), if only they knew that I was listening to “What These Bitches Want.” Anyways, I thought I had skimmed through every CD that wasn’t too scratched up to play, but then I found one more tucked away in a sleeve.
I didn’t recognize it at first. It looked strange. It was an all-white CD with orange lettering. “For promotional use only” at the top, Shade 45 in the middle, and Anger Management 3 at the bottom, all of which were spaced by what appear to be eagle wings. I knew every CD in my catalog like an old friend, but this disc was strange to me. I didn’t have a history with this one. There was no tracklist, no year, nothing. I was on the Bay Bridge and had to resist my urge to Google the fuck out of it, (which would have lead me to this download) so I was only left with one option; I threw that shit on.
It started with an absurd amount of Clinton Sparks Shade 45 drops, like any good promo tape. Naturally, a few Eminem freestyles followed.
It was cool to hear a few “rare” freestyles, but I wasn’t in the mood for some Eminem, and there wasn’t much to rap nerd out about. I didn’t know what year the tape was released (2006) so I couldn’t date it, couldn’t look up any of the songs, honestly I was kind of ready to go back to that 311 CD I had also found. Suddenly though, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It wasn't an amazing freestyle, nor was it a surprise Jay Elec verse. What came next was something so random, so dated, yet somehow so eerily relevant today.
A G-Unit radio spot with DJ Whoo Kid, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent and the one, the only Donald Trump.
At first, I thought it was fake. I really didn't believe he was actually on the line, let alone in the studio. Even when I heard Trump’s voice, it took a minute. I even thought it was a fake interview done with a soundboard. Sure enough, though, it’s real. I don’t even think Yayo thought it was actually happening; he seemed a little starstruck. By the way, asking Trump to buy his album was priceless.
The icing on the cake was when 50, in the middle of filming Get Rich Or Die Tryin’, called in to talk to Trump about money, rap, and of course Trump’s hit show, The Apprentice. I had a good laugh when they mentioned: “you’re fired.” I haven’t heard someone use that line in ages. The interview ends there, but my mind was still blown.
Even after the interview, even after letting it resonate for the next hour home, I wasn’t convinced it was really a real thing that really existed in real life. I needed proof of this freak occurrence, so I took to the internet (because if it’s on the internet it must be true). I found an article on Eminem.net which referenced an article on SOHH.com. I couldn’t find the original article, but luckily there was a quote from Whoo Kidd on the abbreviated version.
DJ Whoo Kid is scheduled to receive multi-millionaire mogul Donald Trump on his G-Unit Radio show this coming Saturday….Taking time from his busy schedule, Whoo Kid recently told SOHH.com how he linked up with The Donald.
"Me and Tony Yayo live on Sirius radio had a discussion on the 50 million that 50 Cent made last year on his businesses," Whoo Kid revealed. "Tony betted me to book someone who has made more than 50 million on air at Shade 45. That's when I came up with the idea to get at Trump. He heard about my crazy marketing tactics and decided it would be cool to come through to G-Unit Radio
I was still skeptical because an article about an article that covered a “scheduled” interview didn’t seem like an authoritative source. I needed something else. Pics or GTFO.
Since Twitter, Instaface, and Snapgram weren’t things in 2005, it was harder than you think, but, eventually, I found a few of Yayo (see above) and Whoo Kid with Trump.
Furthering the connection between G-Unit and Trump. I also found a drop on Lloyd Banks' mixtape, Mo’ Money In The Bank Part 4. Oh and here is a picture of Trump and 50 a few years after they chatted on G-Unit Radio. What a time to have been alive, eh?
Trump and G-Unit is such a weird combination. The way Whoo Kid and Yayo joke, they can't even believe it’s happening; comical disbelief. It’s just so fucking random.
To think about that happening in 2005, when Trump was the star of The Apprentice when he had the hottest catchphrase of the decade and 50 was one of the hottest rappers on the planet and in the midst of filming a movie, is insane. This interview was crazy for 2005, what makes it even more mindblowing is thinking about it in the context of today.
50’s best rapping days are behind him, and he has essentially ditched rap to become a businessman and actor—he’s already following in Trump’s footsteps by declaring bankruptcy—and of course, as we all know too well, Trump is currently running for President of the United States. They are in two completely different places than they were back then, but the encounter is equally as strange.
During a holiday where the past was already on my mind, it really put into perspective how much shit can change. Sometimes change is good, sometimes it’s bad, and in the case of Whoo Kid, 50, and Yayo hosting Donald Trump on G-Unit Radio, sometimes change is just fucking bizarre.
The next Republican debate is on December 15, in Las Vegas, If CNN doesn't ask Trump about that time he appeared on Shade 45, then I don't know why we're even having an election.