Everyone’s familiar with the phrase “There’s no crying in baseball.” I thought there was no crying in the cold-blooded game of pimpin either. I’ve read Pimpin Ken’s 48 Laws of Game from cover to cover and it didn’t mention anything about pimps shedding tears under pressure.
Anthony McCord, self-proclaimed gentleman of leisure, recently violated the G code when he wept like a bitch after being sentenced to football numbers in prison. The dialogue between McCord and the judge is filled with the kind of spontaneous hilarity that a comedy writer couldn’t script.
From the NY Post:
He was hard on his ho’s — and now a brutal pimp will be doing some long, hard time.
A Brooklyn judge yesterday slapped Anthony McCord, a self-proclaimed expert in “pimpology,” with a 21-years-to-life sentence after the flesh peddler tearfully apologized for robbing two of his prostitutes and knocking around another.
“You referred to it as ‘The Game.’ You treated it as a game,” Justice Wayne Ozzi scolded McCord. “I’d like to say at this time, the game is over.”
McCord, 30, turned on the waterworks (above) before being sentenced for burglary and robbery, with tears spilling down his cheeks as he tried to disavow his life of crime.
“I was a failure as a pimp,” McCord blubbered. “I was a much better car salesman. I was a much better telemarketer. I was much better when I was selling mortgages by phone. I really wasn’t very good at it.”
His sob story was in marked contrast to his boastful performance last year at trial, when he claimed his actions toward his stable of working girls during the March 2010 incident were in line with “the code of conduct of pimps and ho’s.”
He even offered himself up as an expert on pimping — a request promptly swatted away by Ozzi during the trial. Jurors cleared McCord of raping one of his hookers but convicted him of burglarizing the Brooklyn hotel where two of the women were waiting on johns and of robbing them.
From telemarketer to pimp; what a career jump. I wonder if McCord was found guilty by a jury of his peers… did twelve pimps in fur coats and oversized hats serves as jurors? (“We find this nigga guilty! Take away his cane!”) In addition to the sentence, I think McCord should be forced to perp-walk down a gauntlet of hoes who take turns slapping him. That would be the ultimate humiliation.
Weeping pimps. Pretty Tony from The Mack must be rolling over in his grave.
