Damn, your boy Saigon went and got himself poked up something serious. It was probably some disgruntled Southern hip hop aficionado. Hiphopgame.com spoke to him and has posted an exclusive breakdown of the events from the man himself:
"I was at 23rd and 9th Street, that’s where everybody goes after the club," Saigon told HipHopGame.com. "I’m out there with me and my man. My man is 135 lbs. soaking wet. I have an $18,000 chain on. I guess someone thought I was food. They were probably scheming the whole time. I didn’t even realize it. One of them asked my man if he sold weed. My man was like, “Nah.” We were with these girls. One of the kids walked up to me. I thought he was a fan. He snatched the chain right off my neck. I took it right back from him and my man knocked him out. My man dropped him. We’re stomping this nigga out thinking he’s crazy that he’s going to come and snatch my chain.
We didn’t know he was with somebody else. His homeboy came behind me and stabbed me in my temple. I lost a lot of blood. When he stabbed me, I started fighting the nigga but I was losing a lot of blood. I faked a jack like I had a ratchet on me. I didn’t have no burner. I was like, “Hit the nigga, hit the nigga.” They started running. Me and my nigga were standing there and they ran. I had my chain and both of their cell phones. They dropped their cell phones when they started running. I’m out there like, “Yeah nigga!” but at the same time I’m losing a lot of blood.
Damn homey! Of course like I said this is coming from Sai’s own mouth so he may have embellished the facts a little, but it’s still a crazy story nonetheless. You’re definitley gonna want to go read the rest, trust me. I almost fell over when this nigga said he hailed a cab because he didn’t want to mess up his whip with blood. In all seriousness though, I’m glad dude is aight because getting stabbed in the temple ain’t no joke. Me and Saigon have a love/hate relatonship, but he needs to drop his album before he even thinks about dying on us.