Busta Rhymes’ karma bomb has exploded in his face yet again.
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A few years ago, rapper Trevor ‘Busta Rhymes’ Smith was secretly found guilty by the gods of reciprocity for not keeping it Spike Lee: doing the right thing.
When his bodyguard Izzy Ramirez was murdered at the star-studded Touch It video shoot in Brooklyn, Busta was not only at the scene of the crime, but word on the street was that he was in the scene of the crime. Izzy was rumored to stand between Busta Rhymes, Tony Yayo and Swizz Beats, the latter two having a street-scorching beef with each other’s camps (G-Unit and Ruff Ryders, respectively) at the time.
This is when the haphazardly-logical “Stop Snitching” campaign was in full effect, strangling hip hop from speaking some excruciating necessary truths openly, and Busta’s silence on his long-time bodyguard’s death was pretty much the pinnacle of street code stupidity.
The tragic killing of a hard-working, upstanding citizen and married father of two over some ego-trip bullshit is an unforgivable crime, and though rappers like Fat Joe say “K.A.R.: Kill All Rats!” in rap culture, you can’t prosecute hip hop (Yet. America’s working on it as we speak, word to the Hip Hop Police). In 2006, New York Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly told reporters that Rhymes, as well as Tony “Yayo” Bernard, had both not made any efforts to help identify the killer, though they were both present at the scene of the murder, and that has not changed to this day.
Fast forward to 2008, and Busta Rhymes is still being tortured by the karma cops for his shameful unwillingness to help find the killer of the man who gave his life to protect him (and his expensive jewelry).
HIs legal woes are plenty: Last week, the U.K. denied Busta Rhymes entry into their precious British borders for “unresolved convictions,” although, earlier in 2008 the Dungeon Dragon was granted admission past the gatekeepers of Merry Olde England to perform. But earlier this year, Busta also actually plead guilty to assaulting his former driver. In March he got both of his diamond-encrusted wrists slapped with three years probation, 10 days of community service and was told to ante up that gwop aka cash money, for several fines and court fees, as well as complete some very necessary anger management courses.
Between Tony Yayo (allegedly) slapping up 14-year-old children and Busta Rhymes (allegedly) beating down kids who want his autograph plus, mechanics who want to be paid money owed for work done, can someone just put us out of our misery and throw Trevor (and Tony) in jail until the right lessons are learned?
He seems like he really is perpetuating what his new album title states: Back On My Bullshit.
Honestly, the steamy 2008 summer single Don’t Touch Me (Throw The Water On ‘Em) [YouTube] is now a fast forgotten memory. The momentum for Busta Rhymes’s new album selling more than his last Aftermath Records underachievement is virtually dead. He’s certainly not near Lil Wayne on the mic right now. Plus Busta’s recent head-butting flare-up with Interscope President Jimmy “I Own The Big Dogs Kennel” Iovine only resulted in the animated artist being dropped from the house that Dr. Dre and Suge Knight resurrected.
For the harsh karma-accumulating Trevor Smith, when Izzy’s overdue justice comes, that day might feel like The Big Bang, indeed.
