Back when I was in Tony! Toni! Toné!, we were approached by the National Guard to write a jingle for them. Bring the “urban kids” around to boost enrollment. Dwayne and I agreed since we’re true patriots, and we’d be getting paid. Timmy wasn’t down.

Good luck. Shock G tried to buy a vote for the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, but his offer of "two cartons of Pall Malls and a dime bag" went ignored.

My cousin Dwayne had a thing he called "the marathon" when we were on tour in Tony! Toni! Toné!. It was a speedball, followed by a Solo cup of Courvoisier, then two laps around whatever venue we were at. We repeated until one of us threw up. Whoever puked first had to buy breakfast for Ed Lover.

When I was a young Saadiq, growing up in rural Oakland, CA, my mother always made us pecan pies. We weren't klansmen, that I'm aware of (being a successful black R&B singer and all), but we enjoyed it just the same.

Made this over the weekend. It was incredible. I got some sideways glances for the cream cheese, but I showed them.