Malice and Pusha-T go apartment shopping with New York Magazine! And it's probably the only time I'll ever be able to offer a correction. Kinda like a big deal.
Before the last tour of the day, at a Fort Greene brownstone that once belonged to Spike Lee, the group makes a pit stop at Junior’s. Pusha’s sick of talking real estate — “New York Magazine can know that I don’t give a fuck about this shit!” — but the new Clipse album has him gushing. “People gotta remember,” he explains, regarding the duo’s newly rediscovered pop sensibilities, “the Clipse were the first guys to rap with Justin Timberlake, the Clipse were the first guys to rap with Backstreet Boys.” (It’s true — look it up.) “And still give you the hardest, streetest, drug-infested music.”
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Spike’s former place is an immaculate three-story, 5,000 square foot house, going for $2.7 million. There’s a hot tub adjacent to the master bedroom, a tidy balcony, a spacious back patio, and a steam room. It’s by far the nicest place of the day, but Malice is underwhelmed. “My crib bigger than this,” he says, “and you ain’t getting robbed outside.” Then he calls his brother over to check out the hallway bathroom.
Robbed outside of a Fort Greene brownstone? Yeah. Right.
Before the last tour of the day, at a Fort Greene brownstone that once belonged to Spike Lee, the group makes a pit stop at Junior’s. Pusha’s sick of talking real estate — “New York Magazine can know that I don’t give a fuck about this shit!” — but the new Clipse album has him gushing. “People gotta remember,” he explains, regarding the duo’s newly rediscovered pop sensibilities, “the Clipse were the first guys to rap with Justin Timberlake, the Clipse were the first guys to rap with Backstreet Boys.” (It’s true — look it up.) “And still give you the hardest, streetest, drug-infested music.”
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Spike’s former place is an immaculate three-story, 5,000 square foot house, going for $2.7 million. There’s a hot tub adjacent to the master bedroom, a tidy balcony, a spacious back patio, and a steam room. It’s by far the nicest place of the day, but Malice is underwhelmed. “My crib bigger than this,” he says, “and you ain’t getting robbed outside.” Then he calls his brother over to check out the hallway bathroom.
Robbed outside of a Fort Greene brownstone? Yeah. Right.
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