First, this book does have a lot of typos, but if you can get pass that, then you will enjoy this book. I always found Puffy to be a little "snakeish". It is just something about him that rubs me the wrong way. I don't personally know him, but he is not my cup of tea. Once I started getting to the meat and potatoes of this book that dealt with Puffy, I became even more disgusted, just down right nauseated. No one on Bad Boy has ever thrived, and I see why, Sean Combs makes devilish contracts. People who love hip hop will know that Biggie was the cash cow of Bad Boy, and once he died, Puffy kept looking for his next cash cow. What solidified it for me that Puffy was an ass, when he made Babs, Choppa, and a few others walk to Juniors to get him some cheesecake in the freezing winter. That was just pure evil and how is that teaching anyone about the music business and how to thrive. He did that embarrassing nonsense because he could and he's an ass. I applaud this gentleman for writing this book, typos and all. It must feel liberating to finally tell his side of the story. I pray that Mark Curry is finally free from the clutches of Bad Boy. Yes, there will be memories, but I hope only the good memories remain.