mystory A Bad Day In Duval: Broken Leg and Felony Charges For Field Mob’s Shawn Jay
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y baby mama stays in Jacksonville, in the hood. I got to sneak in when I come there to get my lil baby, cause I couldn’t let everybody know where she stays. So I was sittin’ outside her apartment complex, tryin’ to be discreet. This girl was all up on a nigga, a fan, tryin’ to smoke a blunt with a nigga. I wasn’t tryin’ to be rude, but I told her, “I don’t wanna smoke a blunt.” My intentions were to get my little girl and bounce. So later my neighbor comes upstairs [to my baby mama’s apartment] and tells me, “A bunch of niggas were outside my house, they was talking about running in your house. That girl you were talking to was with them.” So, long story short, I ended up cussing this bitch out because she was on some fan shit, some groupie shit, like, “Shawn Jay stays right here,” not thinking that my lil girl is gonna be there when a nigga runs up in there, thinking I got paper. It’s all about the safety of my child when I’m not around; that’s why I tried to keep it low-key. So, I ain’t with all that fuckery. I ain’t goin’ through that shit no more, so I’m prepared. I’m on jack boy alert. I got my lil girl with me and my baby mama with me, and we go to another complex the very next day. I was like, “I need to move you from over there,” and me and her don’t kick it like that, understand? It’s just about my kid. And coincidentally – this is the crazy shit – Chaka Zulu had called me that night because I was supposed to be in Atlanta. So me and him were chit-chatting on the phone and he was telling me how much I need to get my ass out of Jacksonville and back to the A. I love Duval [County], and they love a nigga back, but they ain’t used to a nigga like me. You go to the mall, and I’m right there even though you just seen me on 106th & Park. It’s happened like this frequently, where niggas rode up on me, not knowing how paranoid I am anyway. I’m always scared I’m gonna kill a fan cause I been through a lot of shit before I got a little name. So while we’re upstairs looking at this apartment in another complex, I ain’t payin’ no attention to the apartment. I’m peepin’ these niggas and watching them park they car in the back of the complex and jump the fence.
Long story short, somebody called the police on the other boys. The police pulled up and saw me. Ford Taurus pull up, Shawn Jay gone / White boy jump out, pointing with they gun. That’s exactly what happened! The police officer pulls up on me, like, “Freeze and get on the ground!” And I ain’t doin’ nothing wrong! So they start messin’ with me, and the apartment complex is right by the road. You know how it is in The Matrix, when everything slows up? It was like that. They tryin’ to put a stun gun on a nigga for nothing, so I turn and run, and – whoosh! – a car! This Corolla hit me and ran over my ass. I got hit by that bitch and it rolled over me and I didn’t realize it. I jumped straight up and took off running, and that’s when I noticed that my leg was just hanging, dangling. I had on jeans and my leg was hanging out. I completely broke my shit in half, all the bones. It was just hangin’ on by the meat and the nerve. They were gonna amputate my shit at first. I been through a lot – having a price on your head, getting shot by your homeboys – but you don’t wake up at the beginning of the day thinking your ass is gonna get hit by a car. Subsequently, I’ve got a pistol charge, which is a felony. I’m being charged with evading the police. That’s fucked up. When a nigga tries to do good, that’s when they come around with all that bullshit. People don’t realize that being on a nigga’s dick makes a nigga act funny. I like it when people are on some cool shit. I done had niggas walk up on me and say, “I’m your biggest fan,” and then try to pull a pistol and rob me. I’ve been through that before, so I look at everybody like it’s finna go down. So now I’ve got a broken leg and a felony charge, and it’s basically because of this rap shit. Miss me with that rap shit, damn. Back to muthafuckin’ court. More bullshit. I can’t say too much, because the case is still pending. But sometimes it’s required that a firearm be present. 90% of the time a firearm is required. Is it my fault that a nigga can see you on BET and then see you 26
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in the hood and think they can try you? That ain’t my fault. I thought I was keeping it real. Niggas always talk about, “I don’t need security,” but it’s crazy out here. You’ll die. You’ll either get your head busted by the police, or by some niggas cause you got a little bit of fame. Please tell people to calm down. If you see a rapper, man, calm down. That nigga ain’t shit. Shawn Jay ain’t shit. Give him dap and keep it moving. All that other shit is crazy, dawg. And fuck the police – I been saying that for a minute. And it’s not just in Duval, I done had charges everywhere. But I don’t glorify that lifestyle. I was tryin’ to escape all that. But this is another situation of having a little bit of fame and a whole lot of trouble. I’m gonna join the Ku Klux Klan soon if these niggas don’t tighten up. I’m starting to hate niggas. Somebody real needs to step up. We need some real niggas and some real gangstas. There’s too many crazy, stupid-ass hatin’ niggas out here. Fuck it, let’s go back to my favorite word: this shit is gay. It’s gay out here. Too many niggas on my dick. Niggas be getting robbed because they fuckin’ all the hoes. I’m telling you, I watch my niggas. They meet a hoe at the club, don’t know her from nowhere, and take that bitch back to the room and get robbed. I just ain’t no talkative-ass nigga. Half of these bitches be robbin’ niggas. That’s some gay shit. I’m about getting rich. It’s crazy that we’re talking about this. Just because I’m doing better in my career, I have to worry about my daughter’s safety. It’s happened before – niggas tried me and kicked in my door. They came looking for one thing, but I gave ‘em something else. They call it “paranoid,” but I call it “cautious.” - as told to Julia Beverly (Photo: Shannon McCollum)
Shawn Jay (right): Who needs crutches when you’ve got rap partner Smoke to lean on?