Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth Page #11

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So I began reading the Qur'an,

attending class,

and it's just who I am.

And after I left prison,

I have to admit,

I was really scared

'cause I...

( cash register dings )

I had $400 million

in my bank account coming to me

and not a clue how I was going to

survive for the next 400 seconds.

And I wanted to stay focused

on my deen and practice Islam,

but my quest for righteousness

quickly halted

once those

prison cells opened

and all the snakes, leeches,

and trolls started sucking on me.

And I loved snakes, leeches,

and trolls because back then...

because they make you

feel great, right?

So, on top of the list of those

parasites was my man,

( mimics Don King ) "Nyuk, nyuk,

nyuk, nyuk. Only in America" Don King.

F*** you.

So, the real beef

between me and Don

was fueled after I lost

my boxing license.

And Mr. Vince McMahon,

he approached me

and he wanted me to become

a part of WrestleMania.

So Vince McMahon goes,

"Mike, come with us, man.

You're gonna be bigger

than boxing.

You're gonna get in wrestling.

You're gonna be in our family now.

Wrestling's fake,

but the checks are real. "

And I'm like, "Cool. "

And so they needed

clearance for some photos

and Don was giving them

a hard time,

trying to charge them $300,000

for pictures of me.

I started questioning my rights.

We did an investigation.

We found that Don

owned my rights.

And I really suppose it was

easy to rob me at the time

'cause Don so kindly

recommended his best lawyers

and his best accountants

that my money could buy.

So I made this

multimillion-dollar deal

with this big network

and Don was f***ing both of us.

He would demand money

from them saying it's for me,

and if they didn't give it

to me, "Mike would leave.

He's a crazy nigga. "

And I would never get the money,

but he would bill me for it.

So once we started doing

this investigation...

oh, this is another word we worked on

with the... with the... with the voice...

vocal chords...

the speech coach...

when we did that investigating

and this "auditing sh*t," right?

The "auditing sh*t," right?

One of the line items

billed to Don

was he charged me

$8,000 a week...

for towels.

I ain't f***ing with y'all.

Balcony, balcony...

8,000 f***ing dollars

a week for towels.

I wasn't getting high

on cocaine then.

I wasn't sweating like

a pimp on a ho back then.

Hell f***ing no.

Just imagine all the other stuff

he was billing me for.

So, we finally settled,

and I won, but the damage

was already done.

I was forced

to file bankruptcy,

and of course you know,

once the money goes,

so does the hos.

I was homeless

and ho-less.

I've been trying to work at this

thing from a forgiving place,

but it's f***ing hard,

you know?

Oh, speaking of forgiveness,

I'm really very grateful

that Evander

forgave me for this.

Oh, I know that

f***ing hurt so much.

What was

I thinking about, man?

He lost a piece of his ear,

I lost a piece of money...

a lot of money,

and I lost my license.

And all I can say

is that I snapped.

And the days following

were pure hell.

I went from the 10th hated man

on the planet,

which I could handle,

but to numero uno after I

bit the motherf***er, right?

So, you know,

that was some hard sh*t.

I mean, I was angry.

I was just really pissed off.

Then I was forced to read

this contrived apology letter

at the press conference for the

Nevada State Athletic Commission.

And to make matters worse, I

had to read it on my birthday...

June 3rd, 1997.

Happy birthday, d*ckhead.

But now I really am sorry

and me and Holyfield

have become friends.

And look at him.

He's real debonair.

See, right?

Real class act.

Debonair.

And me, I look like

I could be...

Holyfield's

fat grandmother, you know?

You take... throw a wig, a dress

on me, and I'm Madea, right?

But irregardless...

That's that cocaine, man.

But, no, Holyfield's just a

beautiful guy, man. A beautiful man.

And I just want

the best for him.

Guys, please go buy

his barbecue sauce, okay?

I really like to address

everything I just said

and consider it

about my life as PT...

pre-tattoo.

Everyone wants to know, "What

the f*** are you doing, man?

What you put that

on your face for?

What, are you crazy, nigga?

You being like those white boys.

Why the f*** you do that?

What does that mean, Mike?"

You get the gay guys

come up to me,

"Man, you're very...

you're very...

ooh, you're very... ooh.

You're a very exotic-looking

man, Mr. Tyson. "

I just wanted everybody to know,

I put this tramp stamp

on my face

because I wanted to.

Leave me alone. You don't like

it, don't f***ing look at it.

F*** you, okay?

It's my face.

God damn.

Just don't worry about it.

After the tattoo,

it could be argued

that I went

even crazier, you know?

I retired from boxing, and...

I started using cocaine.

I had nothing to hold me back,

and for a dude like me,

that's pretty dangerous.

My low self-esteem

takes over the wheel,

fueled by my megalomania ego

and, man, that's an explosion

ready to happen.

A lot of people

were asking me all the time,

"What was your rock bottom?

When did you know you had a

problem with cocaine, Mike?"

As Oprah Winfrey

would say,

"What was

your 'aha moment,' Mike?"

# When was

your aha, aha? #

I knew things were bad

when I got arrested in 2006

before I almost hit

a cop car.

I mean, who does that?

So, the officer says to me,

"Well, Mike, man, we knew

you had a problem,

but we were hoping if you made that

left turn, you'd have kept going,

but you kept straight at us,

man. You just kept coming. "

And I'm like,

"Oh, God. "

But he's like, "We know

you've got a problem. "

So I'm in a holding cell

right now in Phoenix, Arizona.

I'm in a holding cell.

And, no offense, but there's always

some smart, creepy white guy...

small guy...

that knows the system.

Even though he's always

in the system,

he knows the system better

than anybody in the system.

So he asks me,

he goes this way,

he says, "Mike, hey, Champ.

What are you in for?"

And I'm depressed,

I'm really down.

The cocaine's wearing off and

I'm just really getting down.

And I say,

"It's blow, man. Cocaine. "

And he says, "Have you ever

been arrested for drugs before?"

I go, "Yeah, yeah, I got a couple

felonies. Yeah, I already got a felony. "

He said, "No, but have you

ever been arrested for drugs?"

I said, "No, no.

Never before, no. "

He said, "Well, they can't

put you away.

They can't

lock you up, Champ.

Naw, they gotta

help you first.

According to law 4902,

'Take a puff or two,'

they gotta help you

before they throw you away...

before they lock you up,

some sh*t. "

So I went from being down

to being very up, you know?

So I'm talking sh*t,

and I'm...

and so the intake guy

comes in and he says,

"Aw, Champ, this is

really a bad day in my life.

You're a hero of mine and I'm really

feeling bad, but all right, Champ,

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