While we’re waiting for the Beverly Hills Hotel’s security team to provide the receipts, let’s hear what more Azealia Banks has to add to her side of what went down in Russell Crowe’s hotel suite on Saturday night.
Azealia went off to The Sun and said at first, Russell was very sweet and flirty with her. She says he was smoking weed and drinking a cocktail of vodka, whisky, and moonshine and put his hand on her leg while calling her “beautiful. Then shit soured when Russell got up and another girl sat down. Azealia thinks it was his girlfriend. She claims the girlfriend informed her that Russell thought she was hot, to which Azealia replied, “I’m not here for that.” Azealia says Russell wasn’t so flirty after that.
Azealia made fun of another guest in the room, and a not-so-flirty Russell went off on her about being a nobody. Azealia says she decided to “keep it light” by basically calling him a has-been. It’s like two wasps nests came alive, grabbed the closest stick, and started poking at each other. Azealia confirms that she sort-of threatened to smash a glass and cut people with it, but claims it wasn’t as violent as you think. Russell apparently had enough, and that’s when she says he called her the n-word under his breath, spat on her, choked her, and put her out of the room.
As we know, Russell’s side denies that he did anything wrong including calling her the n-word and choking her.
One guest who was there in the room when it all went down was comedian Jim Jefferies, and he took to Twitter to plant himself firmly on Team Russell. He reiterated the story that Azealia was the one being a total mess. He says he’ll take a lie detector test to prove that Russell is “100% innocent.”
Azealia also spoke to TMZ about it, and she said pretty much the same stuff that she told The Sun. She claims there was a lot of booze, and that Russell was threatened by how “real” her jokes were.
So even with this new information, we still aren’t any closer to knowing what happened. I know one thing for sure: no matter what the details are, no good ever comes from drinking moonshine! The second a bottle of hillbilly anger fuel is cracked open, that’s your cue as a sane person to call it a night.