Wendy's Got the Heat by Wendy Williams

Author:Wendy Williams [Williams, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Biography & Autobiography, Women, Cultural Heritage
ISBN: 9781439108260
Google: mTAI8lL0KuAC
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2008-06-24T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Beauty and a Thug

—JAHEIM She’s so beautiful. He’s a thug. They’re so perfect. They’re in love.

I MET KEVIN back in the spring of 1994 at Skate 22 in Union, New Jersey. He was there with Mr. Cee, a local deejay who was spinning at the rink, which doubled back then as a happening nightspot. Big Daddy Kane was performing that night. And I was there on an appearance for HOT-97. Kevin was there with a bunch of his Brooklyn dudes promoting some party or something. I didn’t really notice him at first.

I was surrounded by my entourage—Skeletor and my security, Bulge, and a few other guys—and while they would never try and block my flirting, they did provide me with a certain amount of insulation from the world. But I was approached by one of Kevin’s boys (who is still in our cipher). He said, “You are always talking about roughnecks on the radio. You see that guy over there. That’s the man you’ve been describing.”

At the time, MC Lyte’s “Roughneck” song was very popular and every time I played it I would chime in about wanting a roughneck for myself. Kevin’s boy apparently was an avid listener and knew this.

“Yeah, he wants to know when you two can hook up and get your Pathfinders dirty together,” said Kevin’s boy.

I thought that was so hot because you know guys are so into keeping there cars clean. I was impressed. And he was looking every bit the part. So I took the number. But it was no biggie because I had taken numbers before. I was just never big on callbacks and dating. I was so protective of my cipher and so protective of the shit I was into that I didn’t really want anyone outside of it too close to me. I didn’t want anyone to know the truth—that I was really a scared little girl from the suburbs with an ugly secret.

The way Kevin approached me was intriguing, though. It was bold without being in my face and I liked that. I later found out he did it that way because he did not want to be publicly turned down by “the big mouth bitch from the radio,” as he knew me. He had heard me talk about wanting a thug and I guess he was testing the waters to see if I was really looking for a real roughneck or just talking shit. But just in case I didn’t want one, he didn’t want to play himself either. I thought that was a nice way to go about it.

I collected my evening’s pay and left the skating rink to get to my next date—with the white lady. I smiled and waved good-bye to Kevin with my fingers. But I don’t think then I had any intentions of calling him.

The next day I was at the station and about to take a break. I was cleaning out my bag in the studio between songs, looking for something to

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