First off, let me intro this with a disclaimer: I am in no way supportive of any types of physical, mental or emotional abuse, I don't support promiscuity in any way, I don't think its Gangsta when people lie, cheat or deceive any other person and men and women should always take care of their children….Oh, and of course, I am not hating on anyone that does what they have to do to get that paper...But Carmen Bryan you are a BIIIIITCH…

EXCERPT FROM BOOK:

On that first visit, we walked up to a typical scene in the courtyard. There was a small six-inch TV perched on a vinyl chair with a ripped seat, foam poking out in places. The set was powered by an extension cord that snaked all the way down from an apartment on the third floor. Two guys in their late teens were sitting on a bench in front of the TV battling it out on Playstation like they were in their living room.
"That is so ghetto!" I said.
"Where are they supposed to play, Carm?"
"If they can go to all that trouble to juice up their Playstation, they can go get a job and get their own place."
"Whatever, Carm. This is Queensbridge, take it or leave it." Nas replied.

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Not because you wrote this cheesy ass book as a means of survival for you and your daughter since you claim Nas is broke and can no longer accommodate the lifestyle you got used to by no blood, sweat and tears of your own…not even because you found some talk show reason to justify why you were devastated enough by Nas' absence that you let Jigga blow your back out while he was away…Not even because you did you while you claim Nas did him…No, I'm not mad at you for that at all…I just cant imagine why the hell you would disgracefully document such personal things about the father of your child for her to grow up and read/see one day…Damn, be pissed about him marrying a bad chick in your face, be furious that he didn't marry you, hell, hit the roof that you didn't get broke off the way you feel you should have but you are no poster child for success and you come across as petty, jealous and a bitter ass bitch in this book. There are still some baby mama rules….Like, your man's personal hygiene is private, what he did in life's low point is private, how he responds to feeling weak is private…you are supposed to be a role model for your daughter and show her that you can be a woman and walk away gracefully even though your relationship with her daddy didn't work out…

EXCERPT FROM BOOK:

A few days after I moved in, my friend and co-worker Renette came over to visit. She stopped short at the door. ‘Carm, this is a pigsty! Nas and Jabari are total slobs. How can you live here." Renette cleared newspapers, bills and dirty dishes to make space for her purse on the dining room table. She looked over to the living room. "And it looks like somebody took a razor to the couch." She said.
"That's exactly what happened. Nas told me he was watching his neighbor's son and took a nap. When he woke up, the couch looked like somebody took a machete to it."
"Well, I have to have a clean house. I can't take it."
"Believe me, I know how you feel. But it's beyond cleaning. They need a whole new apartment."
"Come on, let's start with the kitchen." Renette marched over to the sink. She turned around holding a dripping stained tube sock on the end of a fork. "Don't tell me this is their dish rag. " She sneered, wrinkling her nose.
"Mmmn-hmm. Why don't you peek inside the freezer?" The roach carcass frozen in ice made an even bigger impression on her. It was a wrap for Renette's cleaning project.
"Your right, its too much." She admitted.

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I intentionally won't write this with any journalistic finesse…it doesn't even deserve it. This book was a piece of trash, poorly written and while I'm sure the intention was to expose these two Hip Hop moguls, Carmen Bryan ends up looking like a delusional, wannabe femme fatale that in reality just positioned herself to get tossed up for as long as the situation permitted. Anyone with a fair amount of "game" so to speak would see that "Carm", as she keeps penning herself in the book as if to qualify her claims by suggesting pet names and familiarity, is a self described groupie who just happened to luck up and get knocked up by a young legend in the making. Though I'm sure Nasir Jones wouldn't trade his precious baby for the world, post "Its No Secret" will have him concerned about the type of example Ms. Bryan will be to his 10 year old.

EXCERPT FROM BOOK:

"You're not going to believe this, but I'm pregnant and I don't know who the father is." I cried. I was literally falling apart. Renette was very supportive and insisted that I do what was best for me. From now on anyone I slept with would have to use a condom, Including Nas. In the meantime, I had a situation I had to take care of. After the procedure, I went home and slept for hours…

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All of her notations suggest that she is/was a highly sought after female who denied the advances of stars like Puffy and Jay Z until their undying persistence forced her to give in. She does admit to giving into Bubba Chuck, formally Allen Iverson on the second night they met (all while in a relationship with Nas) and of course fingers her skittish behavior on unhappiness at home. Her pathetic attempts to solely blame Nas for her affairs fleet through the pages while she offers no hard evidence that he was as bad as she makes him seem. The Hip Hop Helen of Troy is what she would like to see herself as, but for this so called single mother who's only real claim to fame is who she slept with, ranks no greater than a disgruntled video chick that did one lead and hasn't got a call back since. A five year affair with Jay Z who she professes wanted to marry and have babies with her yielded nothing but some "hard dick and bubble gum" Its kind of hard to believe "SC" as she calls him far too many times in the book, would be so in love with her, so desperate to be with her yet be willing to watch her be "broke" as she says she was. "Carm", can be highlighted as an attention seeking, ignoramus with a Hollywood thirst and "Its No Secret" is her last attempt to get someone to notice her.

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"Whatever, SC. You know damn well what I'm talking about. ‘Is That Your Chick?' Does that song ring a bell?" I barked.
"Carm, you can't be serious. Listen to the song. In no way shape or form does my verse depict our relationship. Come on, Carm." He was such a cool liar.
"It is what it is." I said. "I thought I'd let you know. Nas is on a rampage and he already went up to your office looking for you."
"Nas ain't got it all and he's an emotional dude." For the first time since I'd known him, SC sounded worried. "And the niggas that follow behind him ain't got nothin' to live for."
"I know, SC, that's why I'm giving you the heads up."
"Carm, do you know what you just started?"
"What I started? SC, I don't rhyme! Hold up, SC, let me find out Nas got you under pressure." His tone changed that instant.
"Whatever, fuck it!" He said with a serious tone.
"You always said that what's done in the dark eventually comes to light." I responded.

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I think the read is worth it only to find further motivation to support Nas and Kelis' marriage, to continue to be in awe of Jay Z and Beyonce's union (she one lines saying Nas never wanted B cause she had bad breath) but don't BUY it…wait for it to hit the dollar bin or better yet, I will share my copy with all of America…we can pass it around.

Sorry Carmen, I know you'd like to think two of Hip Hop's most influential contributors used you to fuel their talents but sadly even your own book gives you away…well, maybe one of "SC"'s songs fits you….

Let's describe a certain female…….

(Bitch) you know my name and the company I own
(Bitch) you like my style and you smell my cologne
(Bitch) don't try to act like my track-record ain't known
(Bitch) you probably gotta couple CD's in your home
(Bitch) don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight
Also diddy like, like, like
You ain't a (Bitch), I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant again
Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off
Before the neighbors take off to go to work
So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit
(Bitch) I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do
Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to
They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening to
(Bitch) (Bitch) (Bitch)
Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight
Also diddy like, like
You ain't a (Bitch), You ain't no better cuz you don't be fucking rappers
You only fuck with actors, you still getting fucked backwards
(Bitch) Unless you fucked a dude on his own merit
And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw leverage
You're a (Bitch), No ma, you're a (Bitch)

(Bitch) Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve
SIsters work hard, bitches work your nerves
Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up
Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up
Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
Bitches in street with their nose in your biz
Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies
Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride
Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass
Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast
Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live
Bitches have niggers all up in your crib
Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie"
Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie
Sisters love Jay cuz they know how 'Hov is
I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch

Sisters and Bitches: Jay Z, The Blueprint 2