DJ Bishop rang up the Partyline last week all salty about the gossip on him – that he’s not a real deejay, not representing the best of STL on his new DVD and price-gouging folks to get on his mixtapes.
“I could have told you I’m not a real deejay if you mean I don’t spin or scratch records. I don’t spin or scratch records. DJ Jay Nicks don’t spin or scratch records, either, but people call him a deejay. I get people’s music heard. That’s what I do.”
That is what he does. People in town would be lying if they said they never heard anything good for the first time off a DJ Bishop mixtape.
As for pay-to-play, dude said, “You got to have money to play this game. You got to either sign a contract, or put up some money. If you don’t want to sign over to a label or give me some money to get on my mixtape, go ahead, get passed by. I ain’t forcing nobody to do nothing.”
He resented the gossip that he’s getting over on other people.
“Nobody gave me nothing,” dude said. “I saw a void, and I made something happen. Now you got the Derrty DJs and people, and they are doing exactly what I set out to do. I had success at it, and now people are imitating me and hating on me at the same time.”
As for him blowing up out of town and not always thinking local, no apologies.
“I get respect from people like Nelly and Chingy and Ali, because they go out of town and they see people bootlegging DJ Bishop mixtapes. They go in a flea market in Atlanta, and I’m there. So they might not like me, but they respect me and they deal with me, because I’m getting music heard.”
There’s a beef behind all this, Bishop says, but he ain’t naming names. He doesn’t want his name even associated with the dudes he says are hating on him. Suffice it to say they are the same names he once wanted very badly and was very proud to have his name attached to.
As the beef turns … To succeed in this scene is to end up at war with your friends, seems like. Let’s just keep it a war of words, y’all. Keep that Wild West sh*t in the holster. Live and die at the mic and on the mix, ya hear? One.
