DISGRACELAND - Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes: Hit Me Again and I'll Burn Your House Down

Episode Date: April 17, 2018

TLC’s Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes was known as “the crazy one.” She did, after all, burn down the mansion of her boyfriend, NFL player Andre Rison. But given the fact that it was done after one of many domestic assaults, Disgraceland sees Left Eye as a badass—and not “the crazy one.” This episode digs into what really happened that night, who Lisa Lopes really was as a person, and the details surrounding her own premature death. This episode was originally published on April 17, 2018. To see the full list of contributors, see the show notes at www.disgracelandpod.com. Sign up for our newsletter and get the inside dirt on events, merch and other awesomeness - GET THE NEWSLETTER   Follow Jake and DISGRACELAND: Instagram YouTube X (formerly Twitter)  Facebook Fan Group TikTokSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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There is a well-known story about Lisa Left Eye Lopez from TLC, and it's crazy. She burned her NFL playing boyfriend's mansion down, apparently over an argument about sneakers. But there are other stories about Lisa that are just as crazy. She was on the run from demons. Demons she dealt with daily. One would push her toward the edge. One would try to hold her back.

And Lisa feared that though only 30 years old, death was chasing her down. These stories were well known to her. her colleagues. And the perception was that Lisa Lefti Lopez was, well, the crazy one. Maybe. I prefer to believe that she was just badass. She may have been possessed, but it wasn't by demons. It was by creativity. And Lisa Lefti Lopez and her group, TLC, made great music. That music you heard at the top of the show, that wasn't great music. That was a preset loop from my mellow trance. called Afro-Cuban organ low, MK1.

I played you that loop because I can't afford the license for, I swear, by all for one. And why would I play you that specific slice of adult contemporary cheese could I afford it? Because that was the number one song in America on June 9, 1994, and that was the day that Lisa Lefty Lopez burned down her boyfriend's mansion, kicking off a spiritual journey that would take her to the windy back roads of Honduras and ultimately to her grave. On this episode, Afro-Cuban organs, a case of the crazies, 61 inches of badassery, a match in Lisa Leftad Lopez.

I'm Jake Brennan, and this is disgrace not. Lisa Lefty-Lopez came from a long line of artists and musicians. From a young age, her natural talent was evident. She sang, wrote, drew, danced. Her dad played piano, clarinet, and harmonica. Basically, he could play anything he got his hands on. But his hands were also part of the problem. Lisa loved her dad, but domestic abuse was always in the mix.

Maybe it had something to do with his fiery, creative nature. Maybe it was due to his stuid. in the military, maybe. But most likely, it was his drinking. Lisa's dad was super strict about everything except drinking. In fact, from the time Lisa was a pre-teen, they bonded over booze. Daddy-daughter days would just as well be a trip to the movies as they would be a drinking competition in the backyard.

Look at little Lisa get after that beer. For some musicians, drinking and creativity go hand in hand. Often the one begets the other. For Lisa, her creativity and her drinking were at odds from the job. Lisa would joke that when she got too drunk, all of her behavior could be blamed on her alter ego, Nikki. But despite Nikki's presence causing plenty of trouble during Lisa's school days, Lisa's creativity won the day.

She acted in school productions, sometimes as a star, sometimes as a backup dancer. She modeled and used her gifts as an illustrator to design her own outfits. Her brain was filled with a million different creative endeavors, each as compelling to her as the next. She wrote poetry and of course, rhymes. Rhymes were the ticket to the future. It was 1990. Hip-hop was exploding and for a young Lisa Lopez, potentially transformative. Just up the road in Atlanta, the South's burgeoning hip-hop scene, was making waves.

Two ambitious local movers and shakers, Antonio L.A. Reed and Kenneth Babyface Edmonds, were busy promoting and producing a wellspring of homegrown talent. Artists like Outkass, Tony Braxton, and Usher were about to bring the dirty South to Middle America. So, in 1990, 19-year-old Lisa Lopez hit Atlanta with $750 in her pocket. When you're 19 years old and possessed by creativity,

the universe has a way of making it all just kind of happen. It delicately pushes and pulls and presents you with opportunities. If you're smart, you listen to what the universe has to say. Lisa Lopez was no dummy. So when she finally connected with Tione Watkins, aka T-Bos, and Rosonda Jones, aka Chili, She knew that as a musical trifecta, they'd be unstoppable. So TLC was born.

And there was no time to waste. Yeah, T-Bos took her stage name to show she was a boss, but it was left-eye with a nickname co-opted from an off-hand pickup line fed to her by some dude who was calling the creative shots. T-Boss had the voice, sultry, smooth, instantly recognizable. Chili was the dancer with, it seemed, new move. every damn day of the week. So that left Lisa.

She was the wild card. She'd play the crazy one. If the shoe fit. It didn't matter. She knew she'd stand out in a trio of outstanding talent and style, regardless of whatever role she had to play to sell an image. And ultimately, records. And the shoe did fit.

With Nikki's presence, crazy was something Lisa was well acquainted with. But TLC was much more. than just talent, attitude, and style. It was the 90s, and TLC was very much of the moment. They immediately tapped into the social consciousness of the decade, promoting safe sex with the style of the MTV generation. Equal parts, Envogue, Salt and Pepper,

and some sugar-high cartoon that jumped off the back of your little sister's cereal box. TLC were something completely new. Their first album, Ooh, on the TLC tip, was released in 1992. The video, Ain't Too Proud to Begg, left eye with those massive sunglasses, the enormous green neon hat,

undeniable energy. Jesus, who the hell was TLC? You'd never seen anything like them before. You just knew the song was going to be a hit. And the little rapper with the dirty mouth and the condom over her eye. She was fucking crazy. There's two golden rules

that any man should live, Rule one, never mess with a country girl. You play stupid games, you get stupid prizes. And rule two, never mess with her friends either. We always say that trust your girlfriends. I'm Anna Sinfield, and in this new season of the girlfriends... Oh my God, this is the same man. A group of women discover they've all dated the same prolific con artist.

I felt like I got hit by a truck. I thought, how could this happen to me? The cops didn't seem to care. So they take matters into their own hands. I said, oh, hell no. I vowed I will be his last target. He's going to get what he deserves. Listen to the girlfriends.

Trust me, babe. On the Iheart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. This season on Dear Chelsea, with me, Chelsea Handler, we have some fantastic guests like Amelia Clark. When, like, young people come up to me and they want to be an act or whatever. And my first thing is always,

Can you think of anything else that you can do? You'd rather be disappointed in. Do that. Dennis Leary. I wake up and I'm hitting him in the head with a water bomb. And Bruce Jenner is on the aisle in a karate stance. Like he's about to attack me. Like making karate noises.

And his entire, the Kardashian family over there, everybody's going, and the air marshal is trying to grab my arms and screaming. And I immediately know that I've been sleepwalking. David O'Yellow. I love this podcast, whether it's therapy or relationships or religion or sex or addiction or you just go straight for the guts. Guy Branham. So anyway, Nicole Kidman broke up with Keith Urban. Being half of a country couple was always a hat she was going to wear, not like a life she was going to lead.

Oh, interesting. I like that. Did you practice that on your way over? Gait and moderato from Stranger Things. Tena, monsieur. Camilla Marone, Carrie Kenny Silver, and more.

Listen to these episodes of Dear Chelsea on the IHeart Radio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcasts. Ooh, on the TLC tip, would eventually sell 6 million records.

Not a bad opening statement for the group of three young female artists from Atlanta's burgeoning hip-hop scene. Left eye wrapped and sang and had her hands all over the album art and video concepts. She designed the stage sets.

dressed the band, and was in large part responsible for the group's image, an image that would help push the group over the top and into American living rooms via MTV and late-night television appearances. At a time when mainstream hip-hop fashion was becoming predictable, gold chains, red, black and green, African flag color schemes, matching stage outfits, Lisa Lopez added bombastic colors, originality and social consciousness to her look. One day, while getting ready, she took note of the condom in the safety pin on her dresser.

HIV was on the rise, a scary time to be a sexually active young adult. Not talking about it wasn't doing anyone any good, so why accept the fact that carrying a condom for a young woman was anything but responsible? Why rely on a guy to protect you when you could do it yourself? and why hide the fact? Rather than throwing the condom in the safety pin in her purse before heading out, she pinned them to her pants.

And that simple couldn't give a shit subversive fashion statement by one of America's rising young stars went a long way in making it okay to talk about safe sex publicly. It was an answer to Salt and Peppa's Let's Talk About Sex single from two years earlier. A chorus of young, empowered, female, musical voices was helping shape the national conversation around HIV, and Lisa Left-Ey-Lopez was adding her voice

and making the conversation fun. At least that's how some took it. Others just saw it as some crazy famous chick with condoms pinned to her clothes, which, given Lisa's behavior at the time, wasn't so hard to believe. As her success increased, so did her drinking. Nikki was bum-rushing the show, and Lisa wasn't afraid to cast blame. After whatever crazy behavior would land her in trouble, Lisa would claim, that ain't me, that's Nikki, my evil twin,

who came from within whom I blame for all of my sins. Getting up on the bar at the club dancing, mugging for the camera with a condom over her eye, being a relentless flirt when it suited her. Sure, to some, I guess that behavior can be categorized as crazy. To me, it's just a pop star being a pop star. I bet Lisa's crazy rep had less to do with condoms as a fashion statement and more to do with her outspoken criticism of her music industry starmakers.

She called out her producer, Dallas Austin, for overcharging TLC on production. And on the night, TLC took home six Grammys, six Grammys. From the press podium after the show, Lisa claimed that the group was broke and insinuated that it was due to her greedy record label and producers. Not exactly the message the music industry wants to hear after it coronates a young group of stars. Lisa's outspokenness and occasional drunken visit from Nikki were only part of the problem. Lisa's new boyfriend, Atlanta Falcons wide receiver Andre Ryzen, wasn't doing her any favors. Lisa was crazy for Andre, and Andre was crazy for Lisa.

He liked the idea of having a famous girlfriend, so the two quickly moved in together. But despite her desire for a stable, monogamous relationship, Andre could not be tied down to one woman. He was unfaithful, jealous, possessive, short-tempered, violent, and when not on the football field, almost always drunk and belligerent. One night, outside an Atlanta nightclub, Lisa refused to pick up whatever bullshit Andre was putting down, and the argument became physical,

escalating to the point of shots being fired off by Andre in an effort to gain control of the situation and his girlfriend. Cops were on the scene quickly and tensions diffused, but Lisa, unwisely, refused to press charges. She loved the big thug. Number 80 was a handful, but she'd break him.

She had so much faith in Andre that she had his digits tattooed on her left bicep. The lyrics for TLC's smash single, creep seemed to have spun out of Lisa and Andre's tumultuous, unfaithful relationship. The message was clear. Cheat on me and I'll give it right back. But Lisa hated the song. Mainly she hated the sentiment.

She believed in fidelity to her core. Despite the outrageous clothes, fiery attitude and over-the-top behavior, Lisa Left Eye Lopez from TLC was a one-man woman. Crazy. We'll be right back after this word, word, word. There's two golden rules that any man should live by. Rule one, never mess with a country girl. You play stupid games, you get stupid prizes.

And rule two, never mess with her friends either. We always say that trust your girlfriends. I'm Anna Sinfield, and in this new season of the girlfriends, Oh my God, this is the same man. a group of women discover they've all dated the same prolific con artist. I felt like I got hit by a truck. I thought, how could this happen to me? The cops didn't seem to care.

So they take matters into their own hands. I said, oh, hell no. I vowed. I will be his last target. He's going to get what he deserves. Listen to the girlfriends. Trust me, babe. On the Iheart radio app, Apple Podcasts,

or wherever you get your podcasts. This season on Dear Chelsea with me, Chelsea Handler, we have some fantastic guests like Amelia Clark. When like young people come up to me and they want to be an actor or whatever, and my first thing is always, can you think of anything else that you can do? Rather be disappointed in. Do that. Dennis Leary.

I wake up and I'm hitting him in the head with a water bomb. And Bruce Jenner is on the aisle in a karate stance. Like he's about to attack me. Like making karate noises. And here's the entire the Kardashian family over there, everybody's going and the air marshal is trying to grab my arms and screaming.

I immediately know that I've been asleep walking. David O'Yellowo. I love this podcast, whether it's therapy or relationships or religion or sex or addiction or you just go straight for the guts. Guy Branham. So anyway, Nicole Kidman

broke up with Keith Thurban. Being half of a country couple was always a hat she was going to not like a life she was going to lead. Oh, interesting. I like that. Did you practice that on your way over? Gaten Madarazzo from Stranger Things.

Tana Monsu. Camilla Marone, Carrie Kenny Silver, and more. Listen to these episodes of Dear Chelsea on the Iheart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Everybody thought they knew Lisa Lopez, but most people didn't. They knew Nikki.

Nikki was who'd come around after the drinks started flowing. Nikki was who'd bring the party to the next level. Hell, Nikki was a party unto herself, and she took zero shit from anyone. Kind of like a scrappy little pit bull. She was cute, but had a lot of biting her. You'd be wise to watch what you said to her.

Lisa, on the other hand, hung back, quiet for the most part, heading the clouds, wondering about this, ready to get into that. She had poems, dance moves, outfits she was designing, beats on the brain, movies she was going to star in one day, TV shows she planned on hosting, a documentary in Honduras she wanted to shoot. Together, Nikki and Lisa were unstoppable.

One was filled with careless electric feel and magnetism, and the other with boundless creativity. But they hated each other. So that's where Nina came in. Nina would come around when Nikki was so drunk she'd be fucking up Lisa's pocket. plans. Nina had the thankless job of being the referee. She even had one of those black and white striped referee jersey set the zebras who ran around the field with Andre wore. Nicky hated Nina, and Lisa could take her or leave her. Lisa knew her creativity would overpower Nikki's drunken bullshit one day or another. Then, Nikki wouldn't be showing up at any more parties. And with

Nikki gone, it'd just be Lisa and Andre, alone, at last. And that's what happened. Lisa got it together, put all of her shit in one bag, so to speak, and moved into Andre's big-ass house over an Alvaretta, cut back on the drinking, not entirely but just enough to keep Nikki at bay. She thought that mellowing out and moving in with Andre would bring calm to the hectic life that comes with being a major pop artist dating an NFL star. But Andre Risen's demons ran deep.

And best she tried, Lisa was no match for Andre's jealous, narcissistic ways. The man could not keep his dick in his pants. Out all night. Every night. Full of shit. All the time. After catching him in bed in the guest room with that slut from Velvet or the Cheetah

or wherever Andre happened to be partying that night, Lisa knew she'd taken this as far as she could on her own. There was no way to break this dude. And she loved him, so breaking him was the only option. But Lisa didn't give up easy. So the decision was made. She needed Nikki. Nikki was a crazy drunk fool,

but that type of crazy issued respect for men like Andre. So on the night of June 9, 1994, Lisa decided that the party was on. She got dressed up and headed downtown. If Andre was going to go out all night, every night, and openly cheat on her, then Lisa Left Eye Lopez of TLC was going to go out and get hers. Show Andre

what exactly it was that he was missing. Let him experience what it's like to wait it up all night for someone to come home. Who they're with? What they're doing? With your mind darting down a dozen dirty roads, each dirtier than the last, each presenting potholes

to make the pit in your stomach grow wider. Each, driving Nikki, a little closer to the edge. Yeah, fuck Andre. Stay out all night. Come home wearing that dress that drives and wild, the short one with the slit that runs high up the side, and show him exactly what he's been missing.

5 a.m. She figured that was late enough. Even if Andre went out of himself, he'd be home by then and with ample time to stew over where she was. So when Lisa pulled in Andre's driveway just after 5 in the morning and realized Andre wasn't even home yet himself, Nikki went through the fucking roof. And just as that thought hit her lips, Andres bends pulled in the driveway behind her. whole boy. Andre got out of the car, saw what Lisa was wearing, and that she herself was just

getting home and freaked the fuck out. Who did this woman think she was dressing like that and staying out all night? Uh-uh, Nikki. Lisa smacked Andre in the face. Fuck this guy. Who did he think he was? From there, the fight moved into the house. Both of them drunk and screaming nonsense at each other at the top of their lungs, taking turns, throwing random shit at each other until it came to blows. Andre wasn't a small man either. Lisa was a very small woman. The blow to the face came and went. Lisa didn't know when or how.

Nikki was in control now. Nina was nowhere to be found. Typical. Once the fight died down, Lisa went into the bathroom to clean up. She looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the face looking back at her. Badly burst. She became enraged.

You know what you gotta do, right? Nikki pushed the issue. kill the prick. Lisa stormed out of the bathroom and tent and doing just that. But Nina intervened and got control of the situation. Lisa took a beat. Retreated to the walk-in closet off of her bedroom to get some headspace and calm down. That's when she saw the shoes.

Hundreds of them. Brand new, sparkling white tennis shoes. All of them sized 12 in men's. That selfish prick. All men's. Nikki wanted to know where Lisa's shoes were. Oh yeah, that asshole didn't buy you any. He bought himself a new identical pair for every goddamn day of the year,

but he didn't buy you, jack shit. Shut up, Nikki. Fuck you, Nina. Lisa grabbed the shoes and headed back into the bathroom. She threw them in the tub, hit the closet, and grabbed your lighter fluid in some matches. Back to the bathroom. Pass the stranger in the mirror, douse the shoes with lighter fluid, and then lit a match.

The fire went up quick, like real quick. It immediately started spreading. How? Lisa had no idea. At first, she was frozen in fear. Then she moved fast. And the next thing she knew, she was watching her boyfriend's house burned down on the 6 o'clock morning news.

Just like that. She didn't mean to do it, really. But fuck him. He deserved it. Crazy. The news coverage the next day was ridiculous, almost entirely one-sided, against Lisa. Sure, she burned her boyfriend's mansion down,

but it was because he beat the piss out of her. And let's not forget, the dude was a professional football player. The guy who openly cheated on her, controlled her, abused her. The guy whose fist imprint could practically still be seen on the massive bruise's face and her mugshot from that day. That guy was the victim? Yes, a mug shot.

Lisa had turned herself in and eventually pleaded guilty and was sentenced to five months probation and locked up in a halfway house for a month. Andre Reisen played football and I guess kept banging strippers on his nights off. Lisa voluntarily went to rehab and with a clear head

wrote the smashed TLC hit, Waterfalls, which was included on the album, Crazy Sexy Cool, released later in the fall of 1994. The song helped propel the album to 23 million in record sales. My God, what a hit. But the success wouldn't last. Lisa eventually fell out with T-Baws and Chile. The fire, the rehab, and the elevated success

achieved largely through Lisa's writing of waterfalls changed things for the young star. She now knew what she alone was capable of, with a clear head anyway. Creatively, waterfalls made her, in her mind at least, a proven commodity, so betting on herself was a safe bet, the only bet.

Relying on the influence of others was only fucking up Lisa's plans. She'd come to realize that Chile and T-Bahs were proxies for Nikki and Nina. And Lisa, after rehab, was head. Hellbent on not being held back by anyone. No more TLC. No more Nikki. No more Nina. Lisa Lopez had arrived. She wanted it her way or nothing at all. Time to move fast.

Lisa went on to sign with Shug Knight's Death Row Records and began talks with David Bowie of all people about a collaboration. Now that's crazy. Before heading into the studio to complete her next album, Lisa headed to Honduras for a retreat. She had this clear-headed vibe on lock, but the trip wasn't going as planned. Lisa started picking up bad vibes, having premonitions, that an evil spirit was haunting her, that death was on the creep. One night, her and her assistant hopped in their car to go for a ride. The heavy, humid Honduran air was stifling, and a drive would do them good, or so they thought. Once in the car, the bad vibes started up again immediately. As they zip down the windy road from their village,

past the straw huts, they passed a dead horse on the side of the road. In unison, a flock of birds up above led out a screeching death rattle as it moved from one tree to another. And then, a blunt thud against their moving car. They immediately pulled over. On the road at their feet in front of their SUV, a critically injured 10-year-old boy. Quickly, they pulled him into the car and raced off to the nearest hospital.

Lisa holding him the whole way, his blood sticking to her sweaty skin in the sweltering Central American night air. The boy died at the hospital. Lisa paid his medical and eventual funeral bills and later compensated the family for their loss. The guilt was immense. Lisa couldn't shake the feeling that the accident was supposed to take her life, Not the boys.

She was convinced that an evil spirit was following her. A few weeks after the accident, on April 25th, 2002, Lisa Lopez changed out of the outfit as she was wearing that day. It was all white. She then, for unknown reasons, chose an outfit of all black,

gut dressed, and without a destination in mind, decided a ride was needed to get some headspace. Still racked with guilt, Lisa jumped into her rest of, SUV and took off out of the village. She zipped by those huts again and passed the dead horse, now just a loosely assembled pile of bones being picked over by a few vultures.

Vultures. Death. More signs. Lisa sped away, trying to outrun her demons. She was distracted, driving way too fast. Her head in the clouds, wondering about this, ready to get into that. The guilt was crippling, an aching pit in her stomach. Part of her thought she'd never recover.

How could she ride or perform again? With this feeling rolling around in her gut, with death chasing her down. She accelerated. The breeze felt good on her skin. And then, her SUV's rear end seemed to get out ahead of itself. Lisa lost control. She swerved, pulled the wheel to the left but overcompensated.

Then to the right, at the speed she was. she was going, there was no recovering. The SUV flew violently off the side of the road, into the air, and then down into the ditch. The vehicle was totaled. Lisa Lopez died on the scene almost immediately. At the age of 30, with a clear head and a wide open future creeping around the corner, Lisa left-eye Lopez had left crazy behind when she shed herself of Nikki and Nina. She was about to move on to her second act creatively. Lisa had gotten her way. And now, in a flash, after speeding away from her demons in a fast-moving SUV, it was over.

It was nothing. The last two lines of the chorus from TLC's waterfalls, I know that you're going to have it your way, for nothing at all. But I think you're moving too fast. Crazy. I'm Jake Brennan and this. This Graceland was created by yours truly and is produced in partnership with Double Elvis. Credits for this episode can be found on the show notes page at disgracelandpod.com.

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