Tim Dog better start barking if he's really alive because his ex wants her money and the North Mississippi police mean business.
Rapper Tim Dog is known for a famous diss record, "F**k Compton," but he can now add to his repertoire the notoriety of being one of those accused of faking their own death. That's right! Tim, Timothy Blair, may be starring in his own Blair Witch Project...just hiding out in the woods and trying to avoid paying the piper. The bottom line is he allegedly died as a result of a diabetic seizure in Atlanta, Georgia even though there is no proof in this strange pudding.
It all began in 2007 with a harmless online dating venture that a lady named Esther Pilgrim embarked upon. She hails from Southaven, MS and apparently was just looking for love or at least someone to like. She eventually met Tim Dog, rapper of the 90's from The Bronx, NY, who must have swept her off her feet...or maybe just knocked her shoes off. As there relationship developed, Tim began to make money requests to help with his new album. Yeah, well we don't think any real album was in the works with that money, so we'll just get to his con. He swindled his online love out of $32,000. Ultimately, his crime caught up with him, he was convicted of grand larceny and he was ordered to pay Ms. Pilgrim $19,000 in restitution during his 5 year probation period. Ok, so that's not bad...surely she felt like she was vindicated in some way. But wait! It get's crazy (crazier?) from this point! Tim Dog dies (super allegedly) and her checks (if they ever started) stopped coming in. Now, Esther is saying Tim is a lying dog who faked his death in order to avoid payment! But guess what?! The Southaven, MS police department clearly believes her and the Atlanta, GA vitality records (no death certificate located) because they've issued a warrant for his arrest due to non-payment of restitution. There's one more thing to add: Tim Dog had an address in his birth name as recently as April 2013! Really?! If he is truly faking his death, he's doing a horrible job and does not need to write an instruction book about how to do it (for those who are interested in that type of thing as we are certainly not). Tim Dog, turn yourself in, and if you happen to know the whereabouts of Michael Jackson, tell him to come on in too.