Racist Hotel Rejects Rapper Snoop Dogg, The Next Day He Returns as the Owner

In the vibrant city of Long Beach, California, a seemingly ordinary evening took a dramatic turn that would resonate far beyond the walls of the Imperial Sunset Hotel.

The rain poured down in sheets, drumming loudly on the roof of Snoop Dogg’s sleek black SUV as he pulled into the hotel’s circular driveway.

The golden glow of the chandeliers spilled out onto the wet pavement, reflecting an aura of luxury that promised comfort and respite for weary travelers. However, for Snoop, this night would not unfold as he had hoped.

 

As he stepped out of his car, adjusting the collar of his iconic blue and gold jacket, Snoop’s commanding presence was hard to miss. Standing at 6’4″, he exuded an air of confidence that was both inviting and formidable.

The polished floors of the lobby echoed softly under his shoes, and the scent of fresh-cut roses mingled with the aroma of espresso from the nearby lounge.

Approaching the reception desk with his signature laid-back smile, Snoop greeted the front desk clerk, a young man named Evan, with warmth. “Good evening,” he said, his voice calm yet inviting. “I’d like a room for the night. My flight got delayed, and I’ll need a place to stay before catching the next one.”

 

Evan barely glanced up from his computer, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he typed slowly and deliberately. “I’m sorry, sir,” he replied, his tone lacking any genuine remorse. “We’re fully booked.” Snoop glanced around the lobby, noting the lack of guests. The soft chime of the elevator marked the arrival of only one other patron. “Fully booked, you say? Not even a single room?” he inquired, his smile unwavering.

 

Evan finally looked up, a thin smile curling on his lips. “That’s correct. There’s nothing available.” Before Snoop could respond, the revolving doors swung open, and a middle-aged couple entered, their suitcases wheeling behind them.

Evan’s demeanor shifted instantly; his smile widened, and his tone became overly friendly. “Welcome to the Imperial Sunset! Do you have a reservation?” The man shook his head, and Evan nodded enthusiastically.

 

“Not a problem! Let me check for availability.” Snoop stood there, his calm facade slipping slightly as he watched Evan tap the keyboard again, producing a room key for the couple within moments.

“Enjoy your stay!” Evan said brightly as they walked away.

Snoop cleared his throat, drawing Evan’s attention back. “I thought you said you were fully booked.” Evan’s eyes flickered, his practiced smile faltering. “I, uh, meant we don’t have anything that would suit your needs.”

The weight of the moment settled in for Snoop. It wasn’t about availability; it was about something far uglier. The realization hit him, but he chose not to react outwardly.

Instead, he straightened his posture, his expression unreadable. “Thank you for your time,” he said, his voice as composed as when he’d entered. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out into the rain.

 

But this wasn’t the end of the night; it was only the beginning. Snoop stepped back into the rain, his mind racing despite the sting of the encounter. He stood under the awning, letting the patter of rain on the canopy above fill the silence.

Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through a list of nearby hotels, but his attention remained fixed on the revolving doors behind him. Something about the scene he had just witnessed lingered like a faint smell that wouldn’t dissipate.

 

Leaning casually against a marble pillar, just out of sight of the lobby but close enough to observe, he watched as a young man in his twenties, wearing cargo pants and a hoodie, strolled in.

Snoop observed as the man approached Evan with the same request he had made minutes earlier: a room for the night. Though he couldn’t hear the exchange, Evan’s exaggerated nods and wide smile spoke volumes.

 

Within moments, the man was handed a key card—no hesitation, no excuses, just a swift transaction and a courteous farewell. Snoop’s lips pressed into a firm line.

It wasn’t an oversight; it was intentional. He lingered a moment longer, contemplating his next move. His first instinct was to confront the clerk and call out the hypocrisy right there in the lobby, but years of navigating the music industry had taught him the value of restraint.

There was a time to speak and a time to act; tonight, it was the latter.

 

He slipped back into his car, the leather seat cool against his back as he drove away, the hotel’s golden lights fading in his rearview mirror. An idea began to take shape.

This wasn’t just about him; it was about every other person who might have faced the same quiet rejection but didn’t have the means or the voice to challenge it.

Snoop wasn’t going to let this pass—not tonight, not ever. The windshield wipers danced rhythmically as he navigated the wet streets of Long Beach. The hotel’s rejection replayed in his mind, not as a wound but as fuel.

He wasn’t angry; anger wasted energy. Instead, he felt something sharper: focused determination.

He had spent decades building his empire by outsmarting those who underestimated him. Tonight, he would remind himself and others of the value of dignity and justice.

He pulled into the parking lot of a nearby diner, a humble spot with a glowing red neon sign that read “Mo 24/7 Eats.” Inside, the smell of coffee and sizzling bacon greeted him.

 

Snoop slid into a booth by the window, pulling out his laptop. A waitress approached with a steaming mug of coffee, setting it down without a word. He thanked her with a nod and began typing furiously.

Snoop had been eyeing the Imperial Sunset Hotel for months. The property was part of a struggling chain, and whispers of its sale had reached his team during a routine investment meeting.

 

He hadn’t given it much thought at the time; it was a small fish compared to the global ventures he usually pursued. But tonight had changed everything. Within minutes, he dialed his attorney, Lisa Reynolds, a sharp negotiator with a reputation for closing deals at lightning speed. “Lisa, I need the paperwork on the Imperial Sunset Hotel finalized by sunrise,” he said, his voice steady but commanding.

“Sunrise? That’s ambitious, even for you,” Lisa echoed, caught off guard. “Consider it done,” he replied, the tone leaving no room for debate. “Send the paperwork to my phone as soon as it’s ready. I’ll sign electronically.”

 

He hung up and stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. Over the next few hours, Snoop’s team worked tirelessly to finalize the deal. By the time the first light of dawn broke, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink, the deal was sealed. The Imperial Sunset Hotel was his.

Snoop closed his laptop and took a deep breath. His coffee had gone cold, but he didn’t care; the real work was about to begin. The morning sun glinted off the glass facade of the Imperial Sunset Hotel as Snoop stepped out of his car, a quiet confidence radiating from him.

Dressed sharply in a custom-designed jacket, he adjusted his sunglasses and glanced up at the building, a symbol of exclusivity, its polished exterior hiding the flaws beneath. Today, those flaws would be exposed.

The hotel staff were bustling about, preparing for another day of catering to their affluent guests. Evan, the front desk clerk, was already behind the counter, his polished demeanor firmly in place.

 

He didn’t notice Snoop walk in—at least, not at first. Snoop took his time observing the space with fresh eyes, noticing the staff exchanging brief glances as they passed him, their expressions flickering with curiosity and subtle unease. Perhaps it was the aura he carried, a calm authority that hinted at something significant.

When he approached the front desk, Evan’s practiced smile appeared. “Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?” Snoop didn’t respond immediately.

 

Instead, he set a small black folder on the counter, its edges sharp and pristine. He opened it slowly, revealing a stack of legal documents stamped and signed.

Evan’s smile faltered, confusion flickering across his face. “I’m here to make an introduction,” Snoop began, his tone measured but firm. “My name is Snoop Dogg, and as of this morning, I am the new owner of the Imperial Sunset Hotel.”

 

The room seemed to hold its breath. The other staff members froze mid-task, their heads turning toward the lobby. Evan’s face turned a pale shade, his composure crumbling as he tried to process the words.

“I—I don’t understand,” Evan stammered, his usual slick confidence nowhere to be found. “I’ll make it simple,” Snoop continued, his eyes locking onto Evan’s. “This hotel is now under my ownership, and last night, I had the pleasure of experiencing firsthand how some of the staff treat potential guests. Let’s just say I was unimpressed.”

Evan’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Snoop held up a hand, silencing any attempt at an excuse. “No need to explain; actions speak louder than words, and your actions—they spoke volumes.”

Snoop turned to address the staff now gathered in the lobby, their faces a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Among them were those like Maria, the housekeeper who had always felt the silent prejudice in the air, and Tom, the bellhop who had witnessed countless guests being treated differently based on their appearance.

 

Snoop continued, “I want to make it clear that this hotel will be a place of inclusivity and respect for everyone, regardless of who they are or where they come from. No one should ever feel unwelcome simply because of their background.”

The staff exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement, while others looked uncertain. Snoop’s presence commanded attention, and he could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

 

“Today marks a new beginning for the Imperial Sunset Hotel,” he declared, his voice resonating with authority. “I expect every one of you to treat our guests with the dignity they deserve. This hotel will be a sanctuary for all, not just a select few.”

Evan, still reeling from the shock, attempted to regain his composure. “But, sir, we have protocols in place,” he stammered, trying to defend the status quo. Snoop raised an eyebrow, his expression unwavering.

“Protocols that exclude people based on their appearance? Those are the very protocols that need to change. I’m here to ensure that this hotel reflects the values of equality and respect.”

The atmosphere in the lobby shifted as the staff began to understand the gravity of the situation. Snoop’s words resonated with those who had felt marginalized, and a sense of hope began to fill the air. “I want to hear from you,” Snoop said, addressing the staff directly.

One by one, the staff began to share their thoughts, voicing concerns about the hotel’s previous practices and suggesting ways to improve the guest experience.