Well I got it straight from the horse’s mouth almost two months ago when we checked in on Wyclef as he jammed out with the Cartel, the Band in the Bubble.  Then when we saw Pras later that day and he introduced himself as the “former” member of the Fugees, we were convinced, The Fugees are officially dead.  

In the new issue of Scratch magazine Clef exposes what the main problem was when the trio got back in the studio.

SCRATCH:  What’s going on with the Fugees reunion, or lack there of?

WYCLEF:  I’m officially Paul McCartney from the Beatles now. If the Fugees wanna come back, and Lauryn wanna come back…you can’t break the format. Don’t come back and be like, “I wanna produce a beat.” That’s like me saying I wanna sing an R&B vocal. When we was working on the album, I was like, [to Lauryn], “You need to do this  like this.” [And] she says, “How do you know what’s relevant? I haven’t heard anything  from you in the past like three, four years?” The minute she said that I was like, I gotta goback to working.

SCRATCH: So what’s ultimately holding you guys back?

WYCLEF: Lauryn is straight up the problem, bro. She wants to be a producer. Don’t come telling us how to chop up beats so you can get credit for it.

SCRATCH: What makes you think she would take the credit?

WYCLEF:  We did a remix [with] Lauryn for John Legend, for the record “How High.” John Legend was saying our names. You know what she had [him] do? She was  like, “Take off Wyclef and Jerry’s names.” Because she wanted people to think  that she was the one doing the beat…I’m a producer and I’m a beatmaker with my cousin Jerry Wonder, and I’m a writer. She’s a writer, a vocalist, [and] a great [vocal] composer. And she’s great at picking out samples—she got 20 billion samples but can’t chop ‘em up to save her life.

SCRATCH: So she hasn’t made any of the beats she got credit for?

WYCLEF:  It’s real simple—if you did the beats, where are the beats? Show us one beat that you did. If you bring ‘Clef to the studio, put an MP, put an SP, put a bunch of stuff, bring a bunch of cameras [and] say, “Clef, do a beat in two minutes.” The beat’s done!  Bring Lauryn Hill in the studio with the same camera, say we give you three hours. Matter fact, fuck it, we’ll give you a month—do a beat. She can’t put it together!