The Wendy Williams Experience

by Wendy Williams

  WH: We do!?

  WW: Umm . . . well, yeah. Besides, besides the, you know, the motherhood thing and—

  WH: Okay.

  WW: —and so on and so forth. Whitney, your new CD is out now.

  WH: Yes.

  WW: The first week it did very well. It’s not doing quite as well right now . . . compared to perhaps what the record label thought it would be doing.

  WH: Well, it’s never what you thought I should be doing.

  WW: Okay.

  WH: It’s never what you think I should be doing. It’s never what you think, you say I’m doing. It is what’s going to happen. You see what I’m saying? I don’t want my album to peak too quickly; I don’t want it to peak too quickly. I don’t want it to peak too quickly because I want it to go through the summer.

  WW: Aha.

  WH: And through the fall.

  WW: Aha. Okay, I understand.

  WH: So there is a plan.

  WW: Okay.

  WH: You understand what I mean? Like you set up a schedule on a day-to-day basis, on who you’re gonna talk about and how you’re gonna talk about them.

  WW: Yes.

  WH: Well, that’s how I do.

  WW: So we play; we love the song the “Dear John Letter” here on the show.

  WH: Yes, ma’am.

  WW: And, umm . . . speaking of letters, you no longer have to write to Bobby. Bobby is out of jail. Bobby’s back home now?

  WH: Yes, baby. You ain’t . . . you get all the info don’t you? You got the four one one, you should know.

  WW: I want to make sure that I have all my stories straight.

  WH: Haahaaaa!

  WW: Mmm-hmm! (Laugh.)

  WH: Yes, baby, he’s home, well and intact.

  WW: Do you regret the Diane Sawyer interview?

  WH: No. Why should I?

  WW: Well, it didn’t exactly show you in the best light.

  WH: No? You don’t think so. Well, you know, Wendy, you don’t show yourself in the best light and people still listen to you.

  WW: Yeah, but I’m on the radio every day . . .

  WH: Yeah, well, we just don’t get to see your face, but they should know what you look like.

  WW: I understand that, Whitney, perhaps one day I will have a TV show. But in terms of what I do—

  WH: Yeah?

  WW: When I’m not shown in the best light—

  WH: Mm-hmm.

  WW: —I guess one of the best things that I love about my career is that there’s always tomorrow to come back.

  WH: And see, and what I love about my career—

  WW: Aha?

  WH: —is that my music speaks for itself.

  WW: Yeah, well, it does.

  WH: Ya know what I mean. So I mean, I am the second most watched interview behind Monica Lewinsky in the history of interviews.

  WW: I’m surprised you’re second to her. I mean as far as—

  WH: I mean. Ya know, I’m not like too cool about coming behind her, but, ya know, it’s all right with me because, umm, ya know . . . I got a lot of mileage, some that I think the people basically . . . the people that I talk to that’ll make comments to me—

  WW: Aha?

  WH: —were very proud of me. Because it was a moment . . . See, I’m not one for sitting down and talking to people. I, ya know . . . you can talk all you want about me, but my mother always said don’t try to dignify the lie with truth. Ya know, because then you make it worse. Because people like to lie . . . for whatever reason they like to lie on you, about you.

  WW: Right.

  WH: However, umm . . . I thought that it was a major step for me to sit with Diane Sawyer, the biggest interviewer in the world, and talk with her, and give her what . . . umm, basically, umm, I thought I could give. Ya know, and I think people enjoyed that, seeing me. And seeing, umm . . . me growing and being a spiritual person, and that I have a family that loves me and cares about me and—

  WW: Well, yeah. No, it was very entertaining

  WH: You thought it was entertaining?

  WW: Yes.

  WH: Ahhhh, you’re funny!

  WW: Yeah. I mean, please. Me and everybody, we were all watching together. I recently—

  WH: There were some very funny moments.

  WW: Yeah, yeah. From start to end it was quite entertaining, Whitney.

  WH: Well, I’m glad you were entertained. Because you watched it, didn’t you?

  WW: So, Whitney, as far as you stand with drug use, is there drug use going on at this present time?

  WH: Who are you talking to?!

  WW: To you, Whitney. You.

  WH: No! You’re not talking to me. I’m a mother. Only my mother has privy to that information. You talk to your child about that. Don’t ask me no questions like I’m a child. You talk to your baby about her, what she gon’ be confronting or what she gotta deal with.

  WW: And, ah, and—

  WH: Don’t ask me like I’m a child, ’cause I’m not a child, Wendy.

  WW: My child is a little boy and I will talk to him about drugs—

  WH: Well, talk to him about that [shit], don’t talk to me ’bout that [shit].

  WW: But, listen, Whitney—

  WH: What, Wendy?!

  WW: I will talk to my son about drugs because I have been—

  WH: Don’t ask me, Wendy! Go on to the next thing.

  WW: —where the world speculates where you are—

  WH: Trust me, Wendy. Move on!

  WW: —which is, uh . . . I was a full-blown cocaine addict, so I—

  WH: Well, that’s your problem, not mine. Move on.

  WW: Well, you—no, that was my problem, Whitney.

  WH: I’ll let you talk to yourself. Did you ask God to help you?

  WW: And, no. I, I’ve managed, thank God. ’Cause I have a good man and—

  WH: And so do I!

  WW: So, thank God, I was able to just rise up—

  WH: Yeah, thank God, Wendy.

  WW: —above it and quit and all I asked you, Whitney, is the same thing that many people—

  WH: But, Wendy, that’s not your business.

  WW: Okay, okay. And you on Diane Sawyer also mentioned that, um, you’d want to see receipts behind the drug use.

  WH: Shunh, man, if I spent that much money, somebody better gimme some receipts so I can get a tax return.

  WW: Well, speaking of spending money . . . So, recently I was hearing that you were trying to trim the budget, which, by the way, Whitney, I thought that this was something—

  WH: Well, where the hell you get your information from?! Who’s calling you and telling you?

  WW: I’m, ah, well I got this story from a gossip, Steve Herrs. Do you know him?

  WH: No. Like you said, gossip. Yeah, whatever.

  WW: Steve Herrs is a West Coast correspondent and, um, we, I communicate with all the different gossips. It’s what we do. You know, uh—

  WH: Yeah, so you’s all get together and have a gossip lunch, huh?

  WW: Something like, something like that. Anyway, Whitney—

  WH: Yes.

  WW: They’re saying that, um, you’re doing some massive budget cuts—

  WH: I’m doing massive changes.

  WW: And, you know what?

  WH: Yeah?

  WW: I wanted to let you know that this is something I think is good. This is a good thing, Whitney.

  WH: You like it, you approve? Yayyy! Wendy approves!

  WW: Oh, Whitney, please! Listen, they were saying that you were . . . that you cut your mother’s, um—

  WH: See, you don’t know what the [fuck]—

  WW: —allowance.

  WH: —you talking about. See, don’t make me curse on the radio. I’m trying to be, you know, come on!

  WW: Well, Steve was saying it was about like sixteen hundred a week to about five hundred a week. There’s—

  WH: Tell Steve to kiss my [ass].

  WW: Okay. He also—

  WH: And so
can anybody else who’d ever think I’d do that to my mother. You low-down dirty [bitch].

  WW: He also was letting me know that Michael, Gary, and your sister, Donna, who runs your Nippy company, are also, um, experiencing the slashes across the board. They were saying that you have a twenty-four-hour-a-day bar on-site at your studio that you’re now cutting down and you’re not making your personal chef available to people to just come up in your house and just order food and stuff. I think that’s all good.

  WH: When did that ever happen? I don’t even know what the [hell] you’re talking about!

  WW: Well—

  WH: I have no idea what the [fuck] you’re talking about, Wendy.

  WW: How is Bobbi Kristina doing?

  WH: Glowing. And being a beautiful young lady that God sent her here to be.

  WW: Yeah, she’s nine now, right?

  WH: Yes, she is.

  WW: Um, when your husband was, um, incarcerated for those few days. What types of things do you tell her concerning . . . like do you say, Daddy’s away visiting Boston?

  WH: What are, what are we talking to, a [fucking] retard? She’s a, what, a psych patient? She’s a child who has intelligence.

  WW: Okay.

  WH: My child is smart.

  WW: No, what I meant—

  WH: I talk to her! [Fucking] shush your mouth. I talk to her like she’s an intelligent human being. Okay, and I give her just as much as she can handle for a nine year old ’cause I’m her mother, okay. And that’s how we deal with it. Never mind what I told her, but she know the deal.

  WW: Well, a lot of the, a lot of parents, a lot of parents whose spouse, or what have you, goes through something, particularly because that was only eight days, would have either taken them out of school for the eight days or taken them away from watching TV to, you know, see headlines.

  WH: I do what I do to protect my daughter, Wendy—just like you would do to protect your son. Okay? All right?!

  WW: You are very defensive, Whitney.

  WH: I have to be, Wendy. You talk about me every [fucking] day.

  WW: Well—

  WH: And every other day.

  WW: Whitney, you keep yourself in the headlines.

  WH: No, Wendy. Y’all keep me in the headlines. I mind my business. I try to maintain what I got. Y’all wanna know what I’m doing all the time. I don’t give a [shit] about what you doing all the time as long as you healthy and God is blessing you and you doing the right thing and being a decent person. I can handle that.

  WW: When’s the last time you talked to Robin?

  WH: About a week ago. Aaahaa!

  WW: Because I know that you and Robin were girlfriends from when you were growing up.

  WH: And we’re still friends, girl!

  WW: Okay, will she be working back with you or is she still—

  WH: Wendy, Wendy, Wendy, Wendy! What Robin got to do with anything?! No, Robin don’t work for me. She don’t work for me now. Moving right along. Uh-hunh!

  WW: Okay.

  WH: Okay, okay!

  WW: So, our king of R & B, is he working on an album? Bobby. Is Bobby working on an album?

  WH: Yes, ma’am.

  WW: When do you think his album will be out?

  WH: Uh, very soon, Wendy. I’m sure.

  WW: A numerologist came on the show the other day—

  WH: (Yells something and coughs.)

  WW: —and we ran you guys’ numbers, and for what it’s worth the numerologist said that you and Bobby are so right for each other.

  WH: Honey, he’s so right. He’s never been more right in his life. That’s the most rightest thing you’ve ever said.

  WW: Thank you, Whitney.

  WH: Unh-hunh!

  WW: So, um, have you ever thought of selling your New Jersey estate and relocating to Atlanta?

  WH: I relocated to Orlando, but I still own my Jersey estate and I will always keep my Jersey estate.

  WW: Mm-hmm.

  WH: Unh-hunh.

  WW: How is your father doing?

  WH: Not well, Wendy. He’s very ill.

  WW: Yeah. Um, his partner, Kevin Skinner, um . . .

  WH: Don’t wanna talk about him! Moving right along!

  WW: And I didn’t talk to him, Whitney.

  WH: I don’t want to talk about him. He’s not my friend, okay?

  WW: Okay.

  WH: You wanna be my friend? I’d like to be your friend, I think.

  WW: Well, you’re so defensive. Is this how you treat your friends?

  WH: No, but you’re not my friend.

  WW: You just said you want to be my friend.

  WH: I said I want. See, see. I want to be your friend.

  WW: When’s the next—

  WH: I’m not saying I am your friend.

  WW: When’s the next time you’re going to hit the big screen?

  WH: I’m working on it, baby girl. I’m working on it. I got some scripts today. I’m gonna read, read on them and look at them. But, you know, I’m very careful about the movies I do—

  WW: Mm-hmm.

  WH: So, you know, it’s just a matter of time.

  WW: Great. So how long do you think that you’re going to be, uh, how long will it be between albums? Have you already started mulling over in your head when your next album’s going to come out and what kind of material you’re going to be working with?

  WH: Yes, I am, as a matter of fact.

  WW: Have you spoken to Brandy since she had her baby?

  WH: Yes, I talked to her. Maybe every week.

  WW: Wow!

  WH: Yeah.

  WW: Because you’re, I mean, the kind of money that you have is like, you know, beyond most people’s imagination. When dear friends like Brandy have babies, do you actually pick out a gift for them or do you send like an assistant to—

  WH: No, no! I pick out my gifts, darling.

  WW: Where did you—

  WH: People are personal to me; I pick my own gifts out.

  WW: What did you get for Brandy?

  WH: I got her a, um, silver rattle at, um . . . Tiffany rattle and I got a picture frame that, um, has my name and Bobby’s name on it. Auntie Whitney, Uncle Bobby, and Cousin Krissy. And, you know, it’s like a family thing so that she has a keepsake for the rest of her life.

  WW: That’s nice, Whitney.

  WH: Yeah.

  WW: Do you ever do simple things like go to the grocery store?

  WH: Yeah. I was yesterday pumping gas.

  WW: Yeah?!

  WH: Yeah.

  WW: And what kind of car were you putting the gas in?

  WH: I was putting gas into a white Hummer.

  WW: Wow! And so did you get it in your neighborhood so they’re already used to seeing you, or did you get it elsewhere?

  WH: No, I got it in my neighborhood.

  WW: Do you live a relatively normal life in that area where you live?

  WH: No.

  WW: You constantly have people in the woods trying to take pictures and all that stuff?

  WH: Hello! I mean, come on, Wendy! You don’t make it any better. (Sarcastic chuckle.) But, um, actually, yeah, I have people in the woods, in the trees, and wanna follow me and, yeah, the whole nine yards, Wendy.

  WW: Yeah, yeah. So when it’s just you and Bobby, Kristina, in the house, the three of you, who is part of the staff of your house who’s always there as well, you know besides—

  WH: Jesus. (Laughs.)

  WW: I got you, I got you.

  WH: Jesus. Constantly.

  WW: Okay.

  WH: Anybody else may come and go, but He’s a constant stay.

  WW: How’s your mom doing? Does she live there in the house—

  WH: And she’s a constant stay, too, but she does not live with me. No, my mother does not. I have family mostly around me. My brother-in-laws, my sister-in-laws, and my nieces. People like that.

  WW: How do you get along with Bobby’s babies’ mothers?

  WH: (Bl
ows a raspberry.) You are hysterical, girl. Oh, my God!

  You are so deep.

  WW: I mean—

  WH: Oh, you’re so like, so, you know, like nosy. Aaaaaah!

  WW: I am.

  WH: You are so [fucking] nosy, man.

  WW: I am. It’s not just you. I’m like this with everybody, Whitney.

  WH: I know you are. Your son must be like “[Damn], Ma!”

  WW: No, he asks the questions that . . . every other word from him is “But why, but why!”

  WH: But why! I hear ya, I hear ya. Um, what did you say again?

  WW: How do you get along with Bobby’s babies’ mothers?

  WH: We get along just fine. We get along just fine. Because we’re grown women and, um, I love her babies because they’re my stepchildren and I care for her children, as if you know. They are mine when they’re with me. So, um, you maintain that relationship with your stepchildren. Me and Bobby’s babies’ mamas don’t have any problems ’cause I don’t create none and if there is some I can finish it. Yeah.

  WW: Well.

  WH: We can talk about it and get an understanding.

  WW: Has there ever been a conflict as far as maybe Bobbi Kristina getting more attention from Bobby—

  WH: No.

  WW: —than the other kids?

  WH: No. There’s always that, you know. There’s the constant, you know, when the kids get together and they, you know, constant normal [shit], but you know, basically, um, you know, it’s pretty normal. But Bobby gives his children, you know, this kind of attention that when they’re together, they’re his children.

  WW: Yeah.

  WH: But of course, you know, he’s my husband and he lives with me and Krissy, so she does get more of his time.

  WW: Did you get on Bobby after you saw the BET “Making of Ja Rule’s Video?” ’Cause the rest of the country was kind of like “Wow, look at Bobby!” Bobby looked kind of tossed up during that video, Whitney.

  WH: Did he really, now?

  WW: Bobby looked high, Whitney.

  WH: He did?

  WW: Bobby looked [fuuuucked] up.

  WH: (Hysterical laughter.)

  WW: (Laughs.)

  WH: But, see, there was Ja Rule in there, there was Bobby, there were other folk, but you ain’t say [shit] about them.

  WW: Yeah, but, but . . . Bobby—

  WH: Yeah, yeah, yeah, ’cause all you wanted to concentrate on is Bobby. No, as a matter of fact, Bobby was pretty cool, honey. He did his gig. He’s Thug Lovin’. What?! Fine, shoop, shoop, talk to me, unh-huh. That’s what I heard.