This week, Mac Miller dropped his debut album, Blue Slide Park. We hear the album is on pace to sell over 100,000 copies in its first week, which is a major accomplishment for an independent artist. After also gracing the cover of Billboard this week, the 19-year-old Pittsburgh rapper is obviously blowing up.

None of this should come as a surprise. Mac has spent the last few years slowly but surely cultivating a fanbase. He's got over a million followers on Twitter and Facebook, he's racked up millions of views on Youtube, and he sells out shows across the nation. 

But with fame and a hectic tour schedule, life can get pretty complicated. Mac found out just how complicated earlier this year—when he was arrested in upstate New York after partying a little too hard in his hotel room.

Amazingly, the story went unreported and only a few knew about the incident. That is, until we caught up with the Most Dope General and got him to spill the beans and tell the story of the worst night of his tour so far... The good news? Mac's got fans in jail too. 

Interview by Insanul Ahmed (@Incilin)

You've been touring a lot, and we all know on tours there’s a lot of partying going on. What is the key to a good party?

The key for me is making sure that there is always a clean exit if some shit goes down.

Have you been in tight situations at parties?

There's definitely been situations where it's like, this is going to go down. And I can’t go down. I'm on tour, I can’t fucking go to jail...

Right because you have way more to lose than—

—a random person at a party. To me, maybe that’s one of the reasons I don’t like going out much because unless it's at a club. It's better [to party at a club] because you're not going to get arrested at a club for drinking at a table. But like the crazy, random shit, I feel like you just never really know.

 

There's definitely been situations where it's like, 'This is going to go down. And I can’t go down. I'm on tour, I can’t fucking go to jail.'

 

I always want to make sure that if some shit goes down, I'll be cool. I'm not doing anything too serious, I'm not walking around with a fucking bag of coke, or some stupid shit like that. For me a good party is just a bunch of people who don’t give a fuck who else is there.

This is what parties would be like in Pittsburgh: A room full of people with dudes just standing there, just grilling each other. You’d go to clubs and it would be people buying bottles not because they want bottles to drink, but because they want to like stunt on this neighborhood that they have these bottles and the other people don't.

I think the key to a good party and a good time in general is to stop thinking, just fucking live, go and get drunk and have fun.

Have you ever been in tight situations with cops?

Jimmy Murton [Mac’s close friend]: Man, we have run from the cops hundreds of times.

As a kid we ran from the cops and done like all types of [stuff]. There's this one time [like four or five years ago] when we were drinking at the golf course at night. It was a bunch of people drinking 40s. This cop drives by, we’re like, “It’s cool he didn’t see us, keep drinking.” All of the sudden, fucking three cop cars drive up on every side of the golf course, with motorcycles and cops on foot and they’re just ambushing.

We would run this way and the cops would be like “Get the fuck on the ground!” with a Taser pointed in my face. So we turned around and run the other way. Cop comes around that way, and we’re like, “Fuck fuck fuck!”

So then what happened?

There was this fenced-in area and we turn into survival mode. I've never climbed a fence so fast in my life. This fence was seriously like 12 feet tall and the top of the fence extended above the bar, So, the chain link fence just went a little higher than the top bar.

It's like heavily wooded in this fenced-in area for some reason. It's a fenced-in area with trees everywhere. So we jump over the fence and jump into some bushes. We’re just laying there motionless. The cops open up the fence, come in with dogs and flashlights, and we are laying there like, “We are fucked dude, we are so fucked.”

The cops are walking around shining these flashlights, go right over us and shit. All the sudden we hear one of the cops, and he’s like “Wait. I see them.” And we’re like, “Aw fuck, here we go.” But in our heads we’re like “I'm not moving until this man comes up and grabs me.” Like, “Maybe he sees a toad and that's what he's talking about.”

Did you end up getting arrested?

 

We sat there motionless for two hours—no words, trying not to breathe too loudly, not moving because any movement would like move a stick or something. We basically sat and listened to like 20 of our homies get citations and all that shit. It’s always been, when cops come, turn into survival mode and fuck everybody else. We’re getting out of here.

 

What ends up happening is four other dudes were hiding in there too, and the cops saw the other four people and missed us. So the cops grab those four and leave and they didn’t get us.

We sat there motionless for two hours—no words, trying not to breathe too loudly, not moving because any movement would like move a stick or something. We basically sat and listened to like 20 of our homies get citations and all that shit. It’s always been, when cops come, turn into survival mode and fuck everybody else. We’re getting out of here.

The thing is always, I've always been the youngest dude. I'm 19 now. My other homies are like 21, so it's always been like, “Yo we need to get Mac out because Mac is like the young dude.”

This one time when we were in sixth grade, we were smoking cigars, rolling up weed behind some dude’s garage. We’re sitting there smoking and all the sudden we hear, “Hey!” and they dip, and I'm young as hell so I just freeze up.

This old dude, grandpa type, grabs my shirt and just holds on to me. And I'm like, “Fuck!” [My friends are] gone and this old dude has me in a citizens arrest. He calls the cops, the cops came and didn’t do anything. I was in sixth they were just like, “I can't believe you are smoking weed.” So we've always had situations where we have to dip from the cops, and we've always come out on top—most of the time.

Most of the time? You ever get caught for real?

Yeah.

What happened? Why did you get arrested?

We were just partying in hotels with a lot of weed and alcohol. We were drinking and smoking and [my friend Jimmy] had just fallen asleep. I decided I was leaving. I was like, “I'm done with this shit.” I opened up the door like, “Alright, I'm out y'all.” And right as I turn around, the cop pushes me back into the room and he says, “You’re not going anywhere.” And I'm like, “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” And so I'm like, “Alright we'll be good,” and they just fucking cuffed us.

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