Yesterday, rapper, fashion mogul, nightlife impresario, restaurant and basketball team part-owner Jay-Z announced that he will be <a href="
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It’s unclear whether Jay-Z will now join his buddy and “99 Problems” collaborator Rick Rubin at Columbia as it’s been rumored or whether he will simply focus his efforts on one of the myriad other entrepreneurial endeavors that make him money hand over fist. One thing is clear, though: L.A. Reid’s son, Aaron, is totally full of shit.