Promotion was no problem with Diddy Dirty Money’s new album, but it seriously lacks the true recognition it deserves. “Diddy,” who I so desperately want to still call Puff Daddy or P. Diddy or whatever, has done something credible here. It’s easier counting Kate Hudson’s STDs than keeping track of the amount of times this guy changes his name. I’ve never been a huge fan of Diddy, he’s just that guy responsible for 112 and Danity Kane whose sketchy musical background includes songs like, “I’ll Be Missing You,” and, “Shake Ya Tailfeather.” I believe Sean Combs to be somewhat of a joke in the mind of music fans, and with his record label and clothing line it’s hard to recall that the white-clad mogul even creates music. He is an exceptional businessperson, alas, so is Paris Hilton. Sean Combs is the Donald Trump of hip-hop, he’s not the greatest rapper but he knows how to sell himself like the classiest sort of hooker.
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