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Stonia jumped back in the car and closed the door and pulled up through the gate to turn around and leave but the gate wouldn’t open because she hadn’t been buzzed in. I pulled up right behind her to put the pressure on her and the car behind us buzzed the gate open with their remote. She shot through the gate, sped up, turned around and tried to head out of the complex but I caught up and stayed behind her. I knew she was spooked that she was caught and that I stayed on her tail so she hit her breaks, I hit mine and my truck tapped the back of her car. I slammed the car in park and jumped out.

“Okay, you see what you made me do you stupid bitch?” I yelled at her as I walked up to her door. “You bitches are looking for me? Here I go. Ya’ll looking for me right? What the fuck are you doing by my house?”

Stonia and her friend in the passenger seat jump out of the car and the friend said, “You see what the fuck you did to my car?”

“Whatever, you did it to your own fucking car,” I tossed back while looking down at the small crack my big metal bumper had made. “She did it to your car because she slammed on the brakes really hard.”

 “Bitch, this is a brand new car,” the friend went on. “Look what the fuck you did to my car you stupid bitch.”

 “But you bitches were looking for me, right? Here I go.” I walked up to Stonia standing next to the open driver’s side door and got in her face, we yelled and cursed at each other. Then her friend jumped and the three of us started slapping and pushing at each other, we started to really fight. Before it could get too far a man came and tried to break up the fight while screaming at us to stop. Stonia got free and jumped in the car and I grabbed onto her arm and tried to pull her out of the car while I kicked at the car door.

Another man came out of nowhere, grabbed me hard and pushed me to the ground and I heard him say, “Get on the ground. You’re under arrest.” I felt my stomach drop out as I realized that the two men were plainclothes cops and they saw me kicking in the door and trying to drag Stonia from the car. I screamed at them to let me up because my baby was in the car. They finally picked me up and took me over to the squad car and had me wait while the one that arrested me questioned the two girls. Then he questioned me and as I told him what happened he said, “The story’s not adding up.”

“Officer, I live here. You can see my license,” I pulled my license out and showed him my address. “I live here. I was going to pick up my kids. This is my son’s sister’s mother. We have the same child’s father and there’s been some beef for a while.”

While I told him my story I was angry. I wanted to get out of the cop car and go beat her ass but I knew that wasn’t possible. That bitch came to my house and started trouble and the cops didn’t care what I said.

“Ma’am, I don’t believe anything you’re saying,” the officer told me. “I believe you rammed this truck into the back of the car intentionally because if they’re trying to exit the development why were you behind them?”

“Sir, if you just listen to me. This is an ongoing situation. I just moved out of my son’s father’s house. I’d been living with him for a year. She’s always calling me and playing on the phone. She’s always threatening me that she’s gonna do this or that. She’s over at my directory box and then took off so I wanted to confront her and ask her what she was doing here. You’re not going to ask them who they’re coming to visit or why they’re here?”

The cop was not trying to hear any of it. He said I was the most aggressive one out of the three of us and that he saw me kick the door and pull Stonia out of the car.

 “Did you ask them who they were coming to visit?” I asked him again, trying to make my point. “I caught them at my directory box. They really need to explain to you who they were coming to visit and why they were here so you could see who was being aggressive. That’s what makes sense. You shouldn’t want to know anything else except who the fuck are they are coming to see? They could be coming to kill me for all I fucking know. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Once I started cussing at the cop they put me under arrest for resisting arrest. They said that because I was being aggressive I had to go to jail. So they pulled the handcuffs out and I backed away.

“Are you serious?” I cried. “Wait a minute. My kids are at school. My baby’s in the car. What the fuck are you gonna do with my baby here? I need to leave and get my kids. I can’t be going to jail. Sir, just let me go.”

I lost it. The cop had taken out the handcuffs and when I realized they were going to put them on me I went berserk. I flipped out screaming and cussing and kicking at the cops.

“I’m going to taser you if you don’t get over here,” the officer told me but I kicked at him before he could grab me. He reached for me again, got me and slapped cuffs around my wrists. I yelled for people who were watching to help and call my mom so she could call her attorney then I screamed out my mom’s phone number.

Then I started in on the cop again. “I’m going to sue the Pembroke Pines Police Department you stupid muthafucka. This bitch is stalking me. She’s on my property. What the fuck are you gonna do with her? Please, if you’re going to take me to jail will you please at least let me call my mom so she can get my kids from school and come and get my baby?”

The officer went and got my cell phone out of the truck and came back and asked me, “Is that your baby in the back?”

“Yeah, that’s my baby.”

“Well, why isn’t he in the car seat?’

“Well, if you’d have listened to me, I was trying to explain. He pooped on himself this morning and missed daycare because he had a stomach virus and his car seat is at home. It’s wet. I washed it out but it didn’t dry yet. I live here, sir. His car seat is on my balcony. I can take you to my house and show you that it’s still damp. That’s why he’s in a seatbelt.”

“Do you know you could have injured that child?” he answered, clearly not caring about anything I just told him. “You’re ramming your truck into the back of this car.”

 “Sir, oh my God! I wouldn’t dare ram my truck into the back of the car!” I insisted. I was horrified he thought I would do such a thing. “There was no way I rammed her car intentionally. I bumped her lightly and by accident because I didn’t expect the car to break.”

“And your baby is not in a car seat…” The cop continued but I couldn’t even really hear him. I realized he was really arresting me and I began to cry hysterically so they put me in the back of the police car again.

I could see Stonia sitting on the other side of the small road with about 10 officers. It had become a huge ordeal for some reason. She and her friend agreed to give a recorded statement at the scene, separately.

          The officers checked on Lil’ Will and told me he was fine. He was still strapped in watching the TV in the back of the truck. I had put in one of his kiddie movies on before we left. They let me call my mom on my cell phone and I told her, “Mom, please hurry up and get DeAngelo and DeAndre from school. I just caught up with Stonia over here at my gate. I jumped out of the truck and we got in a fight. The police got me. They’re taking me to jail.”

          “Oh my God, are you serious?” my mom screamed into the phone. I knew she was gonna flip out.

          “Yes, mom. Just get DeAngelo and DeAndre from school because they’ve been out there for a little while. Just get somebody to go and get them.”

          My mom got on it, sent my sister Ebony to pick up the boys and came over to me making it there in 15 minutes when it usually took 30. And she didn’t even drive herself because she doesn’t, never drove a day in her life. But she was on the scene before the cops could take me anywhere and she had demands. “I need my grandson. Give me my daughter’s keys and her purse. What are you charging her for? What’s your badge number? How the fuck are you taking her to jail on her property where she fucking lives here? These people could have been coming to harm her. What are you gonna do with them?”

          The officer responded, “Nothing. They’re not going to jail. She was the aggressive one. I saw her kicking the door and trying to pull this girl out of the car.”

          “Well, do you know she lives here?” my mom argued.

          “So what? She’s not the only one who lives here,” the office informed her. “This is not private property. This is a development. Other people here get visitors.”

“This is a gated community. This is where she lives. If she’s telling you that they’ve been having problems and both have kids from the same guy, you should know that. This person’s coming to bother her or stalk her.”

The cop didn’t care what my mom had to say so my mother requested a Sergeant come to the scene. When the Sergeant got there she asked him a simple question. “Can these girls give you a person’s name and address that they’re coming here to see?”

The Sergeant was polite to my mother but didn’t follow up with an answer. He just said that I was very disrespectful and they were arresting me because of my aggressive behavior. I was in the back of the cop car crying and screaming like a mental patient. I couldn’t believe that I was going to jail—over this bitch. I begged my mom to do something but there was nothing she could do. They took me to jail.

They called my mom later that day and told her that I was being charged with aggravated battery with a deadly weapon, the truck being the deadly weapon. The second change was battery and the third charge was child neglect with no intent to harm because I left the child unattended in the truck. If I hadn’t gotten out of the truck I wouldn’t have gotten that charge at all. I was transported to Broward County Jail and the bond was set at $15,000, which meant we needed $1,500 to bail me out.

I sat in jail for like seven hours before my mother could bring the money to bail me out. My friend T, who was married to Will’s manager E-Class, picked me up from the jail. I asked her if she had heard from Will or if he had asked about me but she said no, just told me that E-Class asked what was up and what Stonia was doing showing up at my house. When I got home I asked my mom if Will called and I checked my cell phone but there were no calls. I wasn’t going to call him. I knew that if E-Class knew what was up then William did also. I looked in on the boys to make sure everyone was all right then laid down in bed and cried. I had a criminal case and this muthafucka didn’t even call to check on me or our son?

 

 

Things didn’t go as planned with the house and Will never actually moved us down there. I loved my apartment and by early 2007 I was living a peaceful life. I wasn’t getting anymore phone calls from Stonia or Ms. Tommie. Will was paying the rent and the bills and flying in and out of town so I didn’t have to deal with headaches from him all the time. I didn’t have to cook for him every night and take care of his bullshit. I was in my own apartment, and had a big brand new truck, no one could tell me anything. I didn’t have to worry about Will’s momma and his sister anymore and their negative attitudes and vibes and I still had him. He wasn’t going anywhere. They forgot that he had to deal with me, I had his son, I had Lil’ Will.

They were the ones missing out because they could only see Lil’ Will through his dad. I would not communicate with Ms. Tommie and Renee. They weren’t able to call me. If they did, I wouldn’t answer. I wasn’t bringing my son over to them. They had to wait until Will was in town and took his son to them.

I heard on the streets and in the hair salon all these rumors about how Rick Ross’s mom kicked me out of the house and beat me up. When I heard rumors I had to confront them and tell people what happened. That’s the only way you can get the truth out there. I knew Stonia was the one who had put all the shit out there. She always tried to fuck with me because Will treated me so much better than her. She always wanted to make me look bad. But I could care less because he was mine as much as I wanted him. I was fucking him when I wanted to fuck him. He was flying me around town and buying me nice shit. That dumb bitch stayed in a house he owned where she couldn’t change the locks if she wanted to. I had my own place and his name was not on it even though he was paying for it. It would still be my place even if he stopped. And I had a big-ass SUV with TV’s while she was driving around with her two kids in a Beatle Bug. The girl didn’t wanna see me on any level. She could never walk in my shoes. She never did things that I did. So I didn’t give a fuck about her and couldn’t understand why she stayed talking about me.

 

 

Things between Stonia and I got crazy though on April 17, 2007. I had left my house to take my kids to school and on the way back home Lil’ Will got sick and had diarrhea in his pamper. It leaked into his car seat so I took the car set out of the truck, cleaned it out then put it on my balcony to dry. By that afternoon it was still pretty wet and I couldn’t use it but I had to pick DeAngelo and DeAndre up from school. Since there was no one around to help pick the boys up I decided to seatbelt Lil’ Will in the back seat of the truck and head to the school, which wasn’t that far and I would drive very carefully.

I was at the entrance of my apartment complex, which was gated with a keypad for security and a directory box, and I saw a little red Toyota. There was a girl standing at the keypad looking through the names for the code to push to notify her visitor she was there. I recognized instantly that it was Stonia because of orange-red hairweave even though it wasn’t her car. I u-turned my car and came around, tooted the horn, rolled down the window and leaned out and said, “Hey, you looking for me?” I knew she had to be but couldn’t find my name since the apartment was under my mom and step-dad’s name and she didn’t know that.

 

Off of “Tia’s Diary: Deeper Than Rap”

Part 2 coming soon..

I looked at my watch, it was 4:30pm on January 21, 2009, the day I had been waiting to come for eight months. It was the day of the deposition in the child support case I had filed against the father of my third son, William Leonard Roberts Jr. also known as the big-time rapper (not the notorious drug dealer, don’t get them confused) Rick Ross.
I had started this battle against William 17 months earlier after our tumultuous four-year relationship filled with passion and pain. My lawyer Ileana M. Almeida had spent the last eight months trying to get Will’s lawyer Allan Zamren to make Will do the deposition for the case. They’d canceled two times already so I was surprised that William had finally showed up and was glad we were gonna to get things going. Ever since he’d become a celebrity, Will had been a different person. That mixed with his touring and promotions schedule and the life of a rap star is what made it so hard for anything in the child support case to move forward. His attitude also made things difficult.

The deposition took place at my lawyer’s office, which was across the street from the Broward County Courthouse in Ft. Lauderdale. Will showed up with an entourage but only he, his lawyer, the court reporter, Ms. Almeida and myself were allowed in the room. The focus of the day was William’s financial details and his level of interaction and responsibility with our son, William Leonard Roberts III, or as I call him, Lil’ Will. Ileana and I wanted to gather information for my child support case since Will and I would be going to trial at some point over how much he would have to pay in child support. In order for my case to be fought fairly, my lawyer and I needed to know the correct information for how much William would and should be able to provide for his son.
Will was dressed in a nice custom tailored burgundy linen suit with brown and burgundy Gucci dress shoes. He wore no jewelry but had on his Rick Ross sunglasses during the whole deposition. I don’t know why, we were inside. It wasn’t sunny in the office. Will never wore sunglasses before he got his deal so it kinda made me laugh when I saw him with them now.
It was a bit overwhelming to finally be sitting in the deposition after all the time of the time spent trying to get there. Hearing Will talk about where he lived, what he did for a living, how he was signed to Def Jam and Slip-N-Slide, was managed by Poe Boy, it was all so familiar but he was such a stranger. I knew Will was going to lie throughout the whole case. He didn’t want me to have give me a dime of his money but I didn’t understand why he didn’t want to take care of Lil’ Will properly. How did it get so bad?

It was a long and frustrating day. From the beginning Will was nervous and uncomfortable and so was I. For over six hours with a short lunch break in between, Ileana drilled Will and she covered a lot of ground. As the day went on the cagier he got. His partial financial records we had been given made no sense and as Ileana asked him to explain certain items, Will would refuse to elaborate. He claimed in his financial affidavit he spent $50 a month on clothing total yet I knew Will was a clothing and sneaker freak, always buying himself and Lil’ Will the newest gear. The baby had new Gucci sneakers every month. Ileana had a list of Will’s charges at the Gucci store, and other clothing stores and brand name chains for thousands of dollars at a time and William would explain that it was his mother and sister using his card to shop, not him. When Ileana asked him about the expense of his custom diamond chains, pieces and jewelry, Will swerved around the questions saying he didn’t buy anything, it was either his boy Gun Play’s jewelry or it was promotional stuff he got from jewelers, that he would swap out. Even the custom diamond piece of his actual face. Who would want to swap that? He wouldn’t say what he paid for one piece of jewelry. The affidavit said Will spent $200 a month on food. I know how that man ate, $200 wasn’t gonna make a dent no matter how much McDonalds he said he ate.
The problem was none of William’s financial records made sense and only half of them were provided. He said he had only one checking account, we knew he had two. After selling two gold records, both being number one albums and making several guest appearances on some big records, Will claimed he had only made $202,439 a year in 2006 and 2007. That just seemed off.
Ileana was a beast but Will spent a majority of the time dodging her questions or gave her nonsensical answers. If she asked him anything about money he basically directed her to talk to his accountant or his mother who handled all his business and personal finances. William mentioned his mother over and over during the deposition but it was no surprise, she was always right there in my face during our relationship.
There were points in the deposition that Ileana really pressed Will on. Only because they just didn’t make sense. He owned eight houses and the one he bought last year he put $250,000 down on, and it cost over $1.2 million. If Will was only making $202,439 a year how could he afford a putting $250,000 down on a house and also pay for his other houses, his leased Escalade and Maybach. He didn’t own his cars, just leased them.
I just sat there and listened as Will pretended he didn’t make much money as a successful rapper and his expenses were almost more than he actually made. I knew that wasn’t true. Will could definitely afford to do more than buy his son fancy sneakers he was only gonna get dirty and grow out of. But I wasn’t allowed to say anything during the deposition. The only time I talked was when Will told Ileana he provided heath insurance for our son. I had to speak up and let them know Lil’ Will was on Medicaid and William had not gotten his son any health insurance.
We needed to cut the day short and end at 5:00pm so I could pick Lil’ Will up from day care near our home in Miramar, 45 minutes away. I was anxious to get out of there and pick up the baby. My other two boys, DeAngelo, who’s 12 and DeAndre, who’s 10, already had arrangements for when they got of school a few hours earlier but I had to pick up Lil’ Will and continue the deposition another day.

Will had been abrasive all during questioning. I knew he wasn’t happy to be there but ultimately, neither was I. If he just would’ve taken care of his son and made a deal with me for support outside of the courts, it wouldn’t have gotten to this point. But Will had bugged out on me, refusing to help pay bills and rent to the degree that he could. While I literally watched him make millions, I struggled to take care of my three sons, the littlest being his. So I was just trying to get what I was due. I wasn’t asking for anything outrageous—$4000 a month is nothing crazy. Especially when you’re driving around in a Maybach, rapping about how much money you’re making.
I watched the next several minutes click by and listened while Ileana wrapped up with her questioning for the day. At 4:45pm they let William leave. He got out 15 minutes before me so that he would be completely gone when I exited the building and we wouldn’t have a confrontation. When security made sure he had vacated the premises they told me I could be excused.
I said goodbye to everyone in the office and headed outside toward the parking lot ready to jump the road and go pick up Lil’ Will. When I walked to the lot my heart dropped. My Infinity QX56 was gone.
“Where the fuck is my truck?” I said to myself. And then I knew it. Will must of had the Infinity he bought for me two years earlier, removed from the parking lot while we were in court. He had to have gotten another key from the dealer and had one his boys from his entourage drive it away.
I knew Will’s lawyer would still be in Ileana’s office so I rushed back up, burst inside said to everyone there, “The truck is gone. My truck is gone. Will took my truck.”
“What?” Mr. Zamren asked.
“Are you sure?” Ileana followed.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I know where I parked it and it’s not there.”
Ileana directed her attention to Will’s attorney. “Can you call you client and ask if he took the truck because we need to see if he took it or if it might have been towed.”
“I parked legally,” I assured her. “I parked in your parking lot. William took the truck. I know it. That’s something he would do. He threatened to take the truck before but that was like a year ago.”
Mr. Zamren called Will and he answered. “William, Tia’s truck is gone and she has to pick you son up from school. I have one question, did you take the truck?”
“Yeah, I took it,” Will told him.
“Okay, thank you,” he responded and hung up then turned to me and shook his head. “I am so sorry. I had no idea he was going to do that. I’m really sorry. Do you have anyone to pick up your son?”

Mr. Zamren really felt awful. I could tell he was a good guy even though he was a lawyer. He just had a difficult client. I was so angry but there was nothing to do at that moment. I couldn’t make myself look bad. I had to focus on getting Lil’ Will dealt with. I stepped away to a private area, called my sister Ebony and arranged for her to go get him then called my friend Biya who lived close to the courthouse to come pick me up. Then I went back to talk to the attorneys.
I had a lot of expensive stuff in the truck that I wanted back. Designer sunglasses, my baby’s car seat and toys, children’s DVDs, dozens of CDs, a duffle bag full of brand name party dresses and jeans I had packed to take to the cleaners that day. My lawn chair I used when I watched my son’s play football and baseball, all of my chargers, personal paperwork.
I had no idea how I would get it all back but I felt like the lawyers should at least try to. I knew I would never see the truck again. Fuck it, anyway. Yeah, I loved that truck but if Will wanted to use it as a weapon against me, he could have it. It only made him look bad in court.

By the time Biya picked me up I was steaming. I was so angry over what had happened that day but also everything Will had put me through the past five years since I first met him. It wasn’t just the child support case that was getting me down. It was all of it. How he treated me like he was better than me and smarter than me during our whole relationship, how when I dated him it was almost like I dated his momma because she was so involved in his life, how his pathetic first baby’s mama did everything she could to disrespect me every step of the way and he did nothing, how he verbally and physically abused me, how I left my marriage to be with him.
This was the last straw. I didn’t know what I was going to do but I had reached my limit. As an overall nice and patient, caring person, I could get mean. I could play dirty. Up until this point I tried hard to let things be dealt with the right way without making Will look bad. I was being generous. He was a man that barely visited his baby, didn’t want to pay child support and didn’t care if his son was stranded at day care? I could play this game also. He was about to see. I decided it was time for exposure. I had been nice and quiet but you have to set the record straight sometimes. William was a fake, a phony, from his background to his lyrics. And if had to be me to clear that up for everyone and let them know the truth, so let it be.