Koopsta, though, was continuing his descent. In the early days, he was a team player and was giving his all to Three 6 Mafia. Eventually that was gone, though. He was snorting so much cocaine and always acting a damn fool. Koop would go to jail for months and would almost never show up at the studio. When he did show up, DJ Paul and I would put him last on the songs. We figured that if we ended up doing that song at a show, it’d be easier to cut his verse out of the performance if he missed the show. Lots of people told us that he’d be locked up and talking shyt about the group. Plus, he’d miss photo shoots, which is why he wasn’t on a lot of our album covers. He’d become the weakest link in the group. Sometimes, Koopsta would be homeless. Other times, he’d stay with DJ Paul. He was destructive and would do anything. If you asked him to rob a bank, he’d do it. He’d get girls pregnant and wouldn’t care. He’d even talk about street shyt we did. From my perspective, that was disloyal. We’d gotten this man out of jail, put food on his table, made sure he was paid, and tried to take him to rehab so many times. Crunchy Black was turnt up, but Koopsta Knicca was crazy. He wasn’t smart. I remember buying Koop a brand-new car even though he had plenty of money in his pocket. Some people found him passed out in his car in a ditch somewhere in Memphis. He’d been high and literally run into a ditch. Another time I wrote a check to Koop. He said he lost it, but he had already cashed it and just came back trying to get another one. Koop was ratchet like that. I couldn’t trust him. I’d be in the studio with a gun on me at all times because I didn’t know what was going to happen.
~page 84
And a few pages later:
Koopsta was in jail all the time, even more than Crunchy Black. Paul and Koopsta had gotten into a fight at one of our parties. Our album had just gone gold and they were fighting. Everybody was in there drunk, and on drugs. In the midst of the argument, Paul told Koopsta that he wasn’t in Three 6 Mafia anymore. When Paul kicked him out of the group, I was like, “Good.” I just felt like he was a problem. The public didn’t know Koop was gone. We kept our group business in-house. Soon thereafter, we let him back into the group and he’d say foul shyt about us behind our backs. Another time, we were at a concert in Atlanta around 1998 or so and I was talking to Master P about putting out independent music. P was upset because one of the companies he was working with owed him hundreds of millions of dollars. “I don’t hang around no fake nikkas. No rats,” Master P said right before he stormed out of the dressing room with his entourage. As soon as P said that, I started thinking about Koopsta Knicca. I felt he’d dissed us, the people that really had his back. To me, he was a traitor, especially after all that DJ Paul and I had done for him. We’d put him in rehab, gotten him out of jail numerous times, and gone on street missions with him. I was like, “Paul, you hear that? He’s right. I don’t want to hang around any fake motherfukkas, like this dude here.” Koopsta had been sitting on the couch, but when he realized I was talking about him, he stood up. As soon as Koopsta got up, I hit him in the face. Then Project Pat pulled out a gun. “This ain’t what y’all want.” Pat was right, so I ended up fighting Koopsta and beating the brakes off of him. I put all my anger into every punch, stomp, and hit. I was so mad at him that I couldn’t take it anymore.
~page 88
At the end of the book, when he describes his feelings about the members' deaths:
I was still grieving Lord, but when Koopsta Knicca died on October 9, 2015, I didn’t feel the same way. To me, he was like a rat. He ran his mouth a lot. He was a nut, an idiot. Rest in peace to the man, but he didn’t have a mind. He was a real crazy dude that would do anything. You might be out enjoying dinner with your girl and all of a sudden he pulls out a gun and starts shooting up the place.
~page 154
~page 84
And a few pages later:
Koopsta was in jail all the time, even more than Crunchy Black. Paul and Koopsta had gotten into a fight at one of our parties. Our album had just gone gold and they were fighting. Everybody was in there drunk, and on drugs. In the midst of the argument, Paul told Koopsta that he wasn’t in Three 6 Mafia anymore. When Paul kicked him out of the group, I was like, “Good.” I just felt like he was a problem. The public didn’t know Koop was gone. We kept our group business in-house. Soon thereafter, we let him back into the group and he’d say foul shyt about us behind our backs. Another time, we were at a concert in Atlanta around 1998 or so and I was talking to Master P about putting out independent music. P was upset because one of the companies he was working with owed him hundreds of millions of dollars. “I don’t hang around no fake nikkas. No rats,” Master P said right before he stormed out of the dressing room with his entourage. As soon as P said that, I started thinking about Koopsta Knicca. I felt he’d dissed us, the people that really had his back. To me, he was a traitor, especially after all that DJ Paul and I had done for him. We’d put him in rehab, gotten him out of jail numerous times, and gone on street missions with him. I was like, “Paul, you hear that? He’s right. I don’t want to hang around any fake motherfukkas, like this dude here.” Koopsta had been sitting on the couch, but when he realized I was talking about him, he stood up. As soon as Koopsta got up, I hit him in the face. Then Project Pat pulled out a gun. “This ain’t what y’all want.” Pat was right, so I ended up fighting Koopsta and beating the brakes off of him. I put all my anger into every punch, stomp, and hit. I was so mad at him that I couldn’t take it anymore.
~page 88
At the end of the book, when he describes his feelings about the members' deaths:
I was still grieving Lord, but when Koopsta Knicca died on October 9, 2015, I didn’t feel the same way. To me, he was like a rat. He ran his mouth a lot. He was a nut, an idiot. Rest in peace to the man, but he didn’t have a mind. He was a real crazy dude that would do anything. You might be out enjoying dinner with your girl and all of a sudden he pulls out a gun and starts shooting up the place.
~page 154
