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the phone nearly every day despite the fact that I still lived with Paul. I enjoyed his conversation and he seemed to enjoy mine. It got to the point that I was looking forward to his calls, breaking my neck to answer whenever I knew he was calling. Hearing his raspy voice was like a fix. One day, Jason told me he was packing up and hitting the road. Not sure what he meant, I asked where he was going and why.
    “You know the song “We’ll Always Love Big Poppa?” he asked.
    Of course I knew it. Who in New York didn’t?
    “Yeah, I know the song,” I told him.
    “That’s me and my group, The Lox. I’m a rapper. I’m Jadakiss.”
    I was totally caught off guard. In all honesty, at that moment in my life, getting with rappers wasn’t by design. It wasn’t something I planned. It was all coincidence or maybe even fate. I hadn’t got with Nino because he was a rapper and obviously I had no idea Dame was a Hip Hop CEO when I met him. The shit had all fallen into my lap, like it was all God’s design. It was as if the Hip Hop world was coming after me, not the other way around.
    After that phone conversation, Jason hit the road and stayed on it a lot but he never stopped calling me. If anything, he started calling more , excitedly telling me about everything he was experiencing. He was seeing the world for the very first time and it had him eager for more. He was like a kid in a candy store or a child on Christmas morning. I was genuinely happy for him. We became very good friends.
    Jason wasn’t from the projects like me. He was from a safe part of Yonkers so he wasn’t as gutter as me or most dudes I’d associated with. He had even gone to college himself. That was cool though. If anything, it made me like him more. We didn’t go on traditional dates. It was more like we’d simply meet up at events, usually with my girl Nikeya tagging along, and have fun. We rarely had privacy because he and I always had our crews with us, wanting them to share in the fun we were having in the industry. That’s what it was all about at that time….Fun. We were young.
    I didn’t love Jason but I definitely had strong feelings for him, feelings that could ’ve possibly turned into love. Being around him was something I always looked forward to. Even our sex was more playful than anything else back then. We couldn’t really get it in exactly how we wanted to because our peoples were always around so we had to sneak it in closets and back seats. We even had to lock Nikeya’s ass out of a hotel room once so we could at least get a quickie in.
    Then there were the times where we really got it in, with Jason showing off his mandingo skills. He was good in bed, the cuddly type. He knew how to be affectionate yet handled his business leaving me satisfied. Just the fact that he thought enough of me to offer a rag afterwards or asked me if I was hungry, thirsty, or needed anything should’ve told me to try to keep things working with him. It was rare to see a rapper with emotions like that. He even made me want to do better in the emotion department. I’ll say this, if he ever goes broke, he could bottle his sex up and sell it for a sizable amount of money. Yeah…it was that good.
    We’d even sneak and freak out in one of the bunks on the tour bus while everyone else was sleep or hanging out in the living room near the front part of the bus. Those were the good days with him. He was Jason to me, not Jadakiss . He was genuine and appreciative of his opportunity. Money wasn’t flowing back then but he didn’t seem to care. He was just happy to have his shot and he wanted me to be a part of it. He wanted me to experience his climb to fame alongside him. On one of the weekends Paul was away, Jason performed at Delaware State. The shit made me an instant celebrity. Everybody knew because of the way I dressed and because of my swagger, something about me wasn’t quite like them. When they saw me receiving special treatment from