In the book "Confessions of A Video Vixen," there’s a small section about a meeting I had for this video. It barely scratches the surface, and I’m too busy and/or lazy to write it all down. Here is a super condensed additional footnote:
I go to DMX’s hotel in West Hollywood at about 6 PM to pitch him the idea. He’s just waking up. I don’t know exactly how to pitch this complicated idea so I say something like you’ll be a “black Forrest Gump.” He does not shoot me. However, someone else does get beaten up for smoking his weed. Twice. Then we flee as his girlfriend (the video vixen) throws bottles at him. I end up hanging with him all night. This was the second time I hung out with him all night, so I knew this time not to buckle my seatbelt as he drives 120 miles an hour drinking vodka. Rule #1: Do not offend DMX by insinuating he’s a bad driver. Lots of crazy shit happens, much of it with people wondering why the fuck a nerdy Asian guy is there and if I’m a cop. We don’t get back til 10 AM, where the video vixen promptly meets up with him to throw more things at him. I split with an insane contact high.