THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik, about a year ago, I was asked by Riff Raff and his producer (who had been a friend of mine for decades) to do a song with Riff. I was told by my friend that the studio wasn’t available until midnight but Riff suggested I come to his apartment so we can chat about concepts, lyrics etc (which is rather normal). Being a 23 year old female at the time, I knew that regardless of it being the norm to chat about a project before hand, I felt very uncomfortable with it being at his apartment, alone. I phoned my producer friend and he assured me it was fine, and there was nothing to worry about, and the studio would be open in an hour or so. So I drove to Riff’s apartment in the valley, and the second I walked in, he offered me a glass of champagne. When he pulled it out of the fridge, it was Rosé, refilled into a bottle of Vueve (I’m assuming it was Andre). Feeling EVEN more nervous because I also assumed there was a roofie in it, I sat the glass down, didn’t take a sip, and took a seat on his couch to begin talking about the music. He immediately sat right next to me and placed his hand on my inner thigh. I immediately told him that wasn’t OK with me. He got VERY angry once he realized I was rejecting him. He proceeded to say things like, “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM??” “ANY GIRL WOULD KILL TO EVEN BE IN MY APARTMENT RIGHT NOW.” He proceeded to make ridiculous, cocky remarks about himself and we were then screaming back and fourth. (What he doesn’t understand is I am actually a pretty successful writer and hang with famous artists 24/7, and whoever the f*ck he is, didn’t impress me.) I was sick of the pointless arguing so I told him I thought it was best if we didn’t work together, and that I leave his apartment. He knew his chances with me were getting lower and lower. I got up, proceeded to the door, and thats when he jumped in front of me, and asked me for a hug, because he felt bad it went in the direction it did. Being the nice girl that I am, I obliged. AND THATS WHEN he squeezed me so tight that I couldn’t release myself from his grip, and he was grabbing my ass and groping me, and trying to kiss me. I wriggled free finally from his hold and RAN out of his apartment, down the stairs, and to my car, PEPPER SPRAY in hand. He then began to subtweet angrily about the situation. All I have to say is THANK GOD I got out of there before he could pull his dick out like he did to the other girls. I don’t care who you are, trying to force a girl to hook up with you because of your “status” is disgusting and repulsive. The funniest part is I saw him a few weeks ago and he didn’t say a SINGLE word to me, but then direct messaged me asking how he knew me. THERES SO MANY GIRLS HE DOES THIS TO THAT HE DOESNT EVEN REMEMBER!!
The image above is from a previous poster of RiFF RaFF >> Click Here <<. Thanks for sharing your experience, hopefully Horst will understand that he has a problem and seek help.- nik