T.I. ” I stopped Creed Frontman Scott Stapp from killing himself with a promise of smoking weed with me”

T.I. recently did an interview with GQ and talked about the time he talked Scott Stapp out of Jumping of a Building


I was just stepping outside my balcony. I was outside in Miami, at the Shore Club, and I was stepping outside my balcony, about to fire up my blunt, me and my partner Big Phil. I just heard moaning and groaning from up on top of the roof area. I’m looking at Phil and I’m like, “Are you hungry?” I thought it was his stomach because Phil was always hungry.

And he was like, “Man, that ain’t me.” And we continue to smoke, and then [moaning sound]. So I step out and look down and don’t see nothing. And then I look up and—”Oh shit, it’s a white man up there!” [laughs] That’s what really shocked me. Blood shows up real good on a white man.

So I’m like, “He’s bloody, fucked up.” And he’s like, “Those motherfuckers, I’ma get ’em, I’ma get ’em.” And he tried to get up and he fell back down. Clearly his leg was broken or something. And he told us the story about how he thought his girlfriend was cheating on him with his best friend. He tried to jump from 14—and I think we were probably the sixth floor, something like that. And he was trying to continue to jump. And we was like, “No, no, no. Don’t do that.”

So basically, I offered him the J, but he couldn’t reach me. So I said, “I tell you what, I’ll let you hit it if you let me call somebody to get you down.” So he let us call somebody to get him down.

And I didn’t know it, but that was Scott Stapp from Creed.


It’s just, these things happen in my life. Very serendipitous things. Another example, I spoke about this on the album, but I had a standoff with the L.A.P.D. It was me, Game, and a few more gang members. I’m the only motherfucker not from L.A., and I’m not an active gang member. I’m just standing out here because I feel like doing what’s right. And it was a real standoff with police. I was able to kind of resolve that situation and talk everyone down. I think I was the most concerned for my life at that moment, when the police got their guns out on us and we’re face to face with them, and Game is like, “Man, fuck that shit! I’m ready to die! You gonna kill somebody?!?” And I go, “Well, listen, he’s getting carried away. What we want to do is make sure everybody get a chance to go home again.” And there were no arrests, no one went to jail or got hurt.

And the very next day, I’ll be damned if I’m riding down Crenshaw and a car in front of me flips over on its side with the driver’s window up in the air and the wheels facing outward. I see that, pull over—at a Popeye’s no less. We had to climb up and reach down in the car to pull this young lady out. She didn’t have no panties on neither. She had a little nightgown on. She said, “Ooh, I ain’t got no panties on!” So I look away, and then she said, “Is that T.I.?” And I got the hell on before my cover was blown. But that kind of shit happens to me all the time. And I think I just respond to situations like that. Maybe out of habit because I’ve been through so many emergencies, unfortunately.