Diddy is a businessman, he is a business, man. He’s been Made. Diddy was Puffy. Puff Daddy. P-Diddy (still is in Europe.) Sean Combs. He may change his name more frequently than NYC cops cuff a weed head, but his hip-hop watermark is indelible.

Here’s the Diddy I used to paint Diddy. A full painting process awaits, as the man himself says, LETS GO!

“I’m here to tell you that this is a brand new sound, This (this) will change your lives”; My quick plastic wrap sketch makes Diddy look more like a big-bodied Will Smith.

“I can change your life in one flight, lets take off tonight, come on”; looking scholarly in outline, but the likeness is well enough.

“So lets jump and both touch the clouds, and we never come down”; about to cover Diddy in his world.

“Got my hand on my gun, As I’m sitting drinking and thinking I love you, you should’ve had my son”; plastered with history — J-Lo, Biggie, Tupac, a gun rap and many names.

“Smoke weed, listening to Sade, I left my pain in Paris, Why can’t you see shit my way”; Diddy is lost and found.

“She’s got me higher in this mother fucker, She’s got me flying in this mother fucker”; this is about the phase people think I am flying on drugs whilst I paint. Really, it’s just black coffee and ten straight episodes of Dexter. I’m a business, man.

“Dirty money went and brought a money printer, Now my money longer on the Mississippi river”; Diddy begins to emerge, and my task of making this painting a White Party begins.

“My drama, my karma, my love my life, dear drama, the war’s I’ve fought, scars that I’ve garnered, the hustle”; this about covers the reason I use headlines to create a man on canvas. We are all this and more.

“its too dark, my World is in doom, just cold, my soul howls at the moon”; bringing in Payne’s Grey and Titanium White, creating a two-tone, grey-scale Diddy.

“I’m impatient, I’m so vacant, I’m so real with myself, I’m so blatant, I thirst more, I’m far from complacent”; Soon Diddy will sharpen, become found.

“Telling me I don’t need you, I don’t believe you, Cause I don’t need nobody like you”; Diddy’s a romantic, always looking for something, someone. Lingering. Longing. This painting is about finding.

“Got a lot of baggage its full of shades, Different shades”; Shades for image, shades for coverage, shades for hiding.

“Black grey white, If I pull down these shades would I sound too bright”; from Timberlake, but accurate for this phase of the painting.

“And love was nothin but another gun for you (‘nother gun for you..)”; Diddy’s arsenal, always full of B.I.G. clips.

“Imma put it in your face boy as soon as you wake up, know you wanna hit it”; sharpening Diddy, J-Lo perched on his jacket, amidst his past.

“Talking me and you, the world is ours, all we need is our love money and the power”; and some elements coming into focus.

“Still life but it’s lookin like a movie…”; how to create a narrative in one still image?

“And I’m the one that you wanna be with; But right now baby, you dreamin — Wake up and turn the lights off”; Diddy is done, but I have a feeling we haven’t heard the last from him.