Vic Mensa Says an Incident Involving the Italian Mob Is Part of Why He Doesn't Drink

Vic Mensa recently shared a wild anecdote involving the Italian mob, citing it as one of the reasons he’s sober from alcohol.

On Sunday, the Chicago rapper hopped online to tell the story, though he decided not to reveal where or when the incident happened, only mentioning that he was on tour at the time and had an upcoming club appearance.

The story started the night before the club gig, when Mensa pulled up to his friend’s DJ set already drunk. He explained that upon his arrival, he saw his “manager surrounded by people I didn't recognize.”

He said he walked over to his friend, who handed him a fifth of D’ussé Cognac, a blunt, and a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne.

“The next thing I see is my mans down in the crowd in a sea of strangers [yelling], ‘Vic!’ So I start going down there. He like, ‘G, they just choked me and dragged me out the club, and they not even security.’ I’m like, ‘Who? Who did this to you?’” Mensa said.

His friend pointed to a man who was standing close by.

“I’m a nut so I already had the bottle of Ace of Spades in my hand. Boom, I crashed his ass. Immediately, this shit turned into a melee. I told you, I only got one friend in the building. Now this shit not going well. I’m getting punched up, down like a cartoon, fists in a cloud,” Vic said, laughing.

“I’m getting wrestled by eight n***as at one time, no Diddy. Next thing I know, I too am getting choked out the club. I’m dolo in the alley. I see a black Suburban truck. I’m thinking this shit a fairy tale. I’m thinking this motherfucker is sent by God to save me. This not my car at all. I try to open the door, the n***a locked the door on me.”

He then described how he ran down the alley “fast as fuck” because he was being chased.

“It’s a random person on the street, they talking about some, ‘Run Forrest, run!’ At this point, I’m going into cardiac arrest—I can’t breathe. I make it back to my hotel; I can finally breathe. I’m coming to. So now, I get tough as fuck, I’m like, ‘These n***as should have never fucked with me.’ I thought I was Suge Knight in this shit.

“My mans called me who I didn’t even know was in that city at that time" Mensa said. "He was like, ‘Man, g. That was the Italian mob. They finna kill you.’ I couldn’t breathe right again.”

He proceeded to call his “big homie” in Chicago, who negotiated a $10,000 settlement for him. He still had to make his club appearance the next night.

“When I tell you my section was so motherfucking dry," Mensa said. "It wasn’t no hoes in my shit. I got these eight big-ass 7-foot Africans with me. Man, long story short, I get the bread, I pay the mob. Oh yeah, but that’s another one of the reasons why I don’t drink.”