Dearest Pimp-C,
I have not a clue who you were, but from what I gather, you were a true playa on the reals, yo. If I must be quite honest with you, I don't feel any different now that you are gone, but it seems that a select few of my friends on myspace, and some certain Houston news anchors, must have thought you were pretty hizzot up in the hizzouse. No disrespect, my homie, but I have to admit that I did not feel it was necessary to make you the top story on the 5 o'clock news, the 6 o'clock news, the 9 o'clock news, the 10 o'clock news, and the mid-suspensful-moment-in-my-favorite-tuesday-night-television-program breaking news report. I do, in fact, realize that you must have been quite a big dawg in the music industry, for I did hear that you busted a rhyme along side my boy (keeping it trill) Jay-Z. Too bad you couldn't have been more like my nucca Le Crae, then you would be big timing in your mansion in heaven right now, you feel me?
Holler at your girl.
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