â€œPeople donâ€™t get when youâ€™re off, or youâ€™re having a bad day,â€ she says, obliquely referring to the photograph that bounced around the blogs of her hand- in-hand with Diddy, looking especially miserable. The speculation was inevitable: Had she been crying? Was she just tired? Are they doing it?
â€œWhen I grew up I saw females doing certain things, and I thought I had to do that exactly,â€ she says. â€œThe female rappers of my day spoke about sex a lot . . . and I thought that to have the success they got, I would have to represent the same thing. When in fact I didnâ€™t have to represent the same thing.â€
â€œIâ€™m not abandoning the funny voices. I just did a crazy tribute to ODBâ€™s â€˜Shimmy Shimmy Ya,â€™â€ she says, perfectly impersonating the late Wu-Clansman. â€œBut itâ€™s coming up more with the album. I had a teacher in elementary who would stand on her table and whisper. Weâ€™d all turn around like, â€˜What is this lunatic doing?â€™ But she would achieve what she wanted. She wanted us to stop talking and listen. I feel like I need to mellow it down so people can hear what I have to say.â€