According to his blog:
Got jumped by some flamin' fakkits near Webster Hall Thursday night. Mad at me because I'm, quite Biblically, homophobic. Despite the MAGICAL night I had with ...Dilla, George and Jack, I still had to scrap it out. First of all, one of these homos was starting a fight with a woman. He spit in her face and flexed at her like he was going to backhand her. So I intervened. You don't hit a woman. Period. And he SPIT on her. So I walked over and checked him. "Homie, why you spit on her, b?" He was like "That's my *****, yo! I can do what I want to her, bro!"
**** outta here. Called him ***** and walked off. He calls his peoples from out the restaurant. Another homo who I had to check about 10 minutes before walked up to me like he was they leader, so I swung on him first. He was dundone. Then the other's grabbed me, punched me, and ironically, kicked the areas in my back which were hurting me for ages. **** felt crazy good. Oh man. **** felt sooooo mean. *****s was really kicking my knots, yo. Anyway, I got up, cracked all them *****s, they ran (yo, I made *****s run?!), and I got walked to the hospital