Out of the 4 stories I have on Busta, I'll tell the first one.
Me and my crew were in a club, downtown Chicago.1998. At this time we still had cyphers and freestyle battles. While we're in the club with these different local crews just kicking it, The club bouncers come through and say special guest coming in.
It's Busta Rhymes and his people. What's crazy is nobody's paying much attention because rap n***** in Chicago only vibe out with rap n***** from Chicago. Nobody was really on that groupie stuff that night. Busta join in on the Cyfer. At that moment I decide to sit at the bar. Now at this time I'm 19, and I didn't know who Spliff Star was, and the dude sitting next to me strikes up a conversation. He says he's with Buster's crew and they are in Chicago for about two nights with a show tomorrow.
So we chopping it up, laughing talking about New York versus Chicago and hip hop, just general conversation. Strangely, I keep getting the feeling that I'm being watched. So I looked in back of me. Every time I would turn around Busta is staring dead at me. Making a screwball face. This went on for about 20 minutes. So I turned to dude sitting next to me and I say why is Busta just staring at me like he want to fight?
Dude tells me to ignore it. That Busta gets like that. So I ignored it for about 10 more minutes until Busta started easing closer to the bar. I ask dude does he see this? He says "Yes, Buster's mad because We're talking to each other."
I didn't understand what that meant, so I asked him are you his bodyguard? He said "no.", So I asked him why would Busta be mad?
his answer was,"Because I'm his guy." I said. Well what does being homies have to do with it?
He looked at me again and said, "No, you don't understand, I'm his GUY! And Busta is the jealous type. He doesn't like other men talking to me"
At that moment, I felt nauseous. He than proceeded to say, "I think we need to stop speaking. But If you come to the show tomorrow, just let them know Spliff Star said you don't have to pay." I asked him was that his name? He said yes.
When I walked away, Busta flew to the seat I was in and started drilling dude like a Man does to his women when he catches her out of pocket.
The entire night was something to remember.
I struggled with trying not to believe it, until other situations happened with Busta that was all but in your face.
And he's not the only one. A few of y'all favorite rappers on the top 20 of all time lyricist are fun bois too.
2/3 hip hop fans don’t even know who Chuck D is at this point…Nobody’s sexuality is important enough to “cripple hip-hop.”
not to mention another cat in the industry told me some shit about this nigga back in the day that I just brushed off, but now it's like 
