Snoop Dogg is famous for his music, but his role as a grandfather shows a different side of him, one filled with joy, loss, and deep love for his family.
Born Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr., Snoop Dogg has created a career that goes beyond just music; he is also a committed family man. He has been married to Shante Broadus since 1997 and is a father to four children: Corde, 30; Cordell, 27; Cori, 25; and Julian, 26, from a previous relationship.
Over the years, Snoop’s family has expanded, and he is now a proud grandfather, with each grandchild holding a special place in his heart. He is particularly devoted to keeping the memory of one grandchild who passed away alive, ensuring that their legacy continues in the family.
In 2007, Snoop shared his family values while promoting his reality show, “Snoop Dogg’s Father Hood,” which aimed to show the less visible side of hip-hop artists as family men.
Speaking to “People,” Snoop said, “I have kids, and I always play my music for them. I like to know what they like. They think I’m old, but I feel young.”
Looking back on his journey as a father, he said, “Ninety percent of rappers grew up without fathers, but most of them become fathers to their kids. We don’t often get credit for that. We become real men when we reach this point in our lives.”
The coach for Season 26 of “The Voice” has stayed actively involved with his family as it has grown. In a 2015 interview with “Today,” he humbly rated himself as “about a 7-plus” as a father, noting areas where he wants to improve.
“My relationship with my kids is more important than anything. It’s a friendship… it’s based on me being a father, a mentor, and a friend,” he said.
When asked about being a grandfather, Snoop said he planned to be a lenient one, describing himself as a “gullible, get-away-with-everything kind of grandpa.”
Recalling his first experience as a grandparent, he shared, “It’s just a spark of joy to look into his eyes and hold him. I thank my oldest son for making me a grandfather.”
Snoop Dogg’s extended family is a big part of his life. In January 2024, he talked about his grandkids on “The Jennifer Hudson Show,” explaining how each grandchild calls him “Papa Snoop.” This name comes from a nickname his oldest grandson gave him when he was little.
Snoop said, “[My grandkids are] different ages and sizes, but I love them all the same. Actually, my oldest [grandson’s] birthday is today, so I’m on my way to his birthday party.”
He remembered how his oldest grandchild first called him “Papa Noop” because he couldn’t say “Snoop” properly at first.
After his family grew, Snoop faced the tragic loss of one grandchild, which has deeply affected him and his family.
In September 2019, Snoop’s grandson, Kai Love, passed away just 10 days after birth. Snoop shared a heartfelt message on social media, reposting a note that read, “If you’re facing something you don’t understand: Choose to trust God. Remember all He has done for you. His ways are higher than ours. He is always good.”
The post showed Snoop’s faith during his family’s sorrow and received many supportive comments from followers.
One user wrote, “I’m so sorry for your loss. Children are precious gifts from God, but sometimes he takes them back… sweet little Kai RIP… God bless and comfort all who love him….” Another added, “Sorry for your [loss]. God Bless=.” A third user said, “Prayers for you and your family.”
Kai’s parents, Snoop’s son Corde Broadus and his wife, Soraya Love, were heartbroken by the loss. On what would have been Kai’s fourth birthday, Soraya posted a touching tribute on Instagram, sharing her grief and newfound purpose.
“Happy heavenly birthday to my 1st son Kai Love who passed away on 9-15-2019,” she wrote, explaining the pain of losing a child due to a heart defect. Soraya added, “…I know God used this painful time in our lives to help me reach out to others in need of faith and self-awareness.”
Soraya’s post also described how losing her son motivated her to lead a life dedicated to wellness, spirituality, and supporting the community.
Kai’s legacy inspired Corde and Soraya to start the “Kai Heart Foundation,” which aims to spread love and healing through community support.
In a March 2024 post, Soraya shared, “We would love to partner with organizations that help heal, educate, and assist people with LOVE. This is our purpose, and we want to keep giving back to the community.”
In December 2022, Soraya explained, “I started the Kai Heart Foundation in 2019 after my son Kai passed away from a heart defect. He inspired me to help others through acts of LOVE and a healthy lifestyle.”
She expressed gratitude for the guidance she felt from Kai and her faith, inviting support from the community. “Today was magical. Love you all, and if you want to donate for the next event, let me know.”
After experiencing both joy and sadness with the loss of baby Kai, Snoop has continued to embrace his growing family, with each grandchild bringing unique joy and purpose into his life.
Snoop first became a grandfather in January 2015 when his grandson, Zion Kalvin Broadus, was born to Corde and his then-girlfriend Jessica Kyzer.
Proud of this new role, Snoop posted a video saying, “Proud grandad. My son spank n grandson Zion!!Jah bless.” Zion, now 9 years old, is a constant reminder of the family’s growth and Snoop’s commitment to being “Papa Snoop.”
In August 2018, Snoop’s family grew again with the birth of Elleven Love Broadus, Corde’s daughter with Soraya.
Soraya celebrated Elleven’s fifth birthday in 2023 with an emotional Instagram post, writing, “HAPPY 5th BORN DAY TO MY 1st BORN E11EVEN this little Queen taught me how to be a mom when I didn’t know how to change a diaper.”
Elleven brought healing and love into Soraya’s life, adding to Snoop’s family legacy.
In March 2019, Cordoba Journey Broadus was born to Snoop’s son Cordell and his wife Phia. Now 5, Cordoba has shared special moments with Snoop, including attending a Chanel fashion show with him in May 2023.
In February 2021, Snoop welcomed another grandchild, Sky Love Broadus, who is Corde and Soraya’s third child. Shante Broadus, Snoop’s wife, posted about her excitement, saying, “I’m so happy my 5th grandbaby boy was born today .”
In March 2021, Cordell and Phia welcomed their daughter, Chateau Broadus. Shante celebrated her arrival, saying, “I Was Down Earlier But She Just Took All Of That Away My 6th GrandBaby Girl #ChateauBroadus .”
In May 2023, Snoop introduced his youngest grandchild, Symphony Sol, on Instagram, sharing his excitement for the new addition to the family.
Through all the joy and heartache, Snoop Dogg’s love for his family shines brightly. Each grandchild not only represents a new member of the Broadus family but also a legacy of love, strength, and togetherness.
From his own children to his many grandchildren, Snoop’s commitment to family remains strong, grounding him and keeping him connected to his roots as “Papa Snoop.”
My Husband Called to Say His ‘Poor Mom’ Was in Trouble and Needed to Stay with Us for a While – Then She Walked Out of a Black Bentley with a Luxury Bag
What do you do when your husband’s “broke” mom rolls up in a Bentley, dripping in designer labels, and declares she’s moving in? I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream — but let me tell you, I should’ve braced myself for the chaos that followed.
Have you ever opened your door to someone claiming to be broke, only for them to show up dripping in designer labels? Because when my husband’s “poor mom” walked out of a Bentley holding a Chanel tote, I knew I was in for the ride of my life.
It all started with a phone call one afternoon
“Hey, babe,” Dan said, his voice unusually strained, the kind of tone that instantly told me something was wrong.
“What’s up?” I asked, already bracing myself.
He hesitated for a moment, then let out a long sigh. “I just got off the phone with Mom. She’s… uh… having a really hard time right now. She lost her place and doesn’t have anywhere to go. I told her she could stay with us for a while.”
I nearly dropped my fork. “Wait. What? YOUR MOM IS BROKE??”
Dan’s voice softened, like he was trying to cushion the blow. “Yeah. She didn’t want to tell me at first, but apparently, she’s been struggling with money for a while. She’s embarrassed, Layla. And she wants to move in with us.”
I sat back in my chair, my sandwich suddenly unappetizing. “Irene? Struggling with money?” I asked, my words dripping with disbelief. “Dan, we’re talking about the same Irene who bought a $500 scarf because, what was it, she ‘needed something to brighten her mood’? That Irene is… BROKE?!”
He groaned. “I know it’s hard to believe, okay? But people go through tough times. She’s still human, Layla.”
I wasn’t buying it. “Did she even tell you what happened?” I asked.
“No. She didn’t want to get into it. She sounded upset. Look, I know she’s not your favorite person, but she’s my mom. I can’t just leave her out in the cold.”
I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “Dan, I’m not saying we shouldn’t help her, but don’t you think this is all a little… sudden? How do you go from flaunting Louis Vuitton bags on Instagram to being homeless overnight?”
“She’s too proud to admit how bad things are,” he said, the frustration in his voice bubbling to the surface. “Layla, she’s my mom. What was I supposed to do… tell her no?”
I sighed, torn between suspicion and guilt. Dan wasn’t wrong. Irene and I didn’t exactly have a warm and fuzzy relationship. But she was his mom. What could I say?
“Okay,” I said reluctantly. “She can stay in the guest room. But, Dan…”
“What?” he asked, a hint of impatience in his tone.
“Just… promise me you’ll keep your eyes open. Something about this doesn’t feel right. And it’s just a temporary arrangement, alright?”
He let out another sigh, softer this time. “Thank you,” he said. “I know this means a lot to her. And to me.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, glancing at the clock. “I just hope we’re not opening Pandora’s box.”
Dan chuckled nervously, but neither of us really laughed.
As I hung up the phone, something about the whole situation didn’t sit right with me. And I had a feeling I wasn’t wrong.
The next day, Irene arrived. And let me tell you — if there was ever a way to scream NOT STRUGGLING, she nailed it.
I heard the rumble of a car pulling into our driveway and glanced out the window, expecting to see a cab or maybe an Uber. Instead, a sleek black Bentley rolled in like it was gliding on air, the glossy paint practically reflecting the entire neighborhood.
“What the…?? Oh my God! ” I whispered to myself, craning my neck to get a better look.
The driver stepped out first, rushing to open the back door with a flourish. And there she was: IRENE. She emerged like a movie star on a red carpet, her tailored trench coat cinched perfectly at the waist, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, and a Chanel tote dangling off her arm like it was the crown jewel.
I blinked, trying to process the scene unfolding in front of me. Is this real? Am I being pranked? Dan told me she was… broke.
My husband stepped outside, clearly unfazed, his face lighting up as Irene threw her arms around him dramatically.
“Oh, my sweet boy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with affection. “You’ve saved me! I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
I stood frozen in the doorway, my mouth hanging open like I’d forgotten how to speak. This was not the image of someone who had “lost her place.”
Behind her, the driver unloaded three massive Louis Vuitton suitcases, setting them down on the driveway like she was checking into a five-star resort.
Irene brushed past me into the house without even glancing in my direction, her heels clicking confidently on the floor. “Ah, this will do,” she said, glancing around the living room like a realtor inspecting a property.
“Uh, welcome,” I finally managed, my voice laced with disbelief.
Dan followed her inside, rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to make sense of it all. “Maybe she… uh… borrowed the car?” he offered weakly, glancing at me with an awkward smile.
I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “Right! Because that’s what broke people do. Borrow Bentleys.”
Dan’s cheeks flushed slightly. “I’m sure there’s an explanation.”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered, my eyes trailing to the three designer suitcases now sitting in the hallway. “And what about those? Let me guess… she borrowed those too?”
Dan let out a nervous laugh, but it didn’t make the suspicion in my chest any lighter. “Layla, come on. Don’t overthink it,” he said.
“Overthink it? Dan, your mom shows up in a Bentley, carrying Louis Vuitton luggage, acting like she’s royalty, and you don’t think that’s worth questioning?”
“She’s had a tough time,” he said defensively, his tone firming up.
“A tough time?” I repeated, gesturing to the suitcases. “Dan, this doesn’t look like someone who’s had a ‘tough time.’ It looks like someone who’s about to rent a villa in the Hamptons.”
Before Dan could respond, Irene reappeared in the living room, her sunglasses now perched on her head. “Where’s the guest room, darling?” she asked sweetly, ignoring the tension between us.
Dan motioned down the hall. “It’s the last door on the left, Mom. I’ll help you with your bags.”
“Oh, don’t trouble yourself, sweetie,” she said, waving him off. “That’s what the driver is for. Tony, bring the bags inside!”
I watched, stunned, as the driver nodded obediently and began hauling the suitcases into the house. Dan gave me a small shrug, as if to say, “What can I do? She’s my mom.”
Yeah, right! I bit my tongue, forcing myself to stay calm. But as Irene disappeared down the hall, I leaned closer to Dan and whispered, “You’d better hope there’s an explanation for all of this. Because if there isn’t, I’m going to lose it.”
He just smiled and hurried to work.
That evening, after Irene had retired to the guest room, I called Dan.
“Dan, are you seriously not questioning any of this? She shows up in a Bentley, with designer bags, acting like she’s on a vacation. Does that scream ‘homeless’ to you?”
He sighed, like he’d been through a long day. “She probably bought that stuff before things got bad, Layla. You know how proud she is. She’s not going to sell her things just because she’s struggling.”
As I spoke, an odd clinking noise came from the kitchen. I paused, lowering the phone. “Hang on,” I said, my brows furrowing as I followed the sound.
When I stepped into the doorway, I froze. Irene was standing over the trash can, breaking our plates one by one and tossing the shards inside like it was no big deal.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, disbelief lacing every word. “I thought you were in your room. And why are you breaking the plates?”
She turned to me with an exasperated expression, as if I were the unreasonable one. “These plates are awful,” she said, holding up a cracked piece like it was evidence. “Cheap, scratched, and completely unworthy of my son. Dan deserves to eat off something better. Don’t worry, honey… we’re going to buy new ones.”
Before I could protest, she just walked away to her room. I was LIVID.
When Dan returned, I grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. “Do you know what your mother just did?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
He frowned, clearly caught off guard. “She broke our plates — every single one — because she said they weren’t ‘worthy of you.’ She tossed the pieces into the trash like it was no big deal!”
Dan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his expression somewhere between uncomfortable and defensive. “I mean… maybe she’s just trying to help?”
“Help? By smashing our plates?”
“She probably just wants to replace them with something nicer,” he said sheepishly, avoiding my gaze. “You know how she is… she only wants the best for me.”
“The best for you? Dan, she’s treating this house like it’s a makeover show, and you’re seriously okay with that?”
He shrugged weakly. “I don’t think she means any harm, Layla. Maybe you’re reading too much into it.”
“Unbelievable,” I muttered, shaking my head as I turned to leave. There was no point in arguing with Dan.
He rubbed his forehead like he had a headache. “Layla, can you just… can you give her a little space? She’s going through a tough time. She needs a little comfort right now. Just… let her settle in.”
“Let her settle in? Sure, Dan. Let’s just let her redecorate our whole lives!”
Dan didn’t respond. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what he had to say.
Over the next week, things only got stranger. Irene filled the guest room and bathroom with her luxury skincare products. Every corner of the house seemed to smell like something expensive — rosewater mist here, lavender-infused whatever there.
Then came the packages. Chanel. Gucci. Prada. Box after box piled up on our doorstep, each one more outrageous than the last.
When I finally asked her about them, she waved me off with a dismissive flick of her hand. “Oh, just some things I ordered a while back,” she said lightly, as if ordering thousands of dollars’ worth of designer goods was no big deal.
That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. If she was truly “broke,” then where was all the money coming from? Something about this didn’t add up.
The next morning, Irene left the house around 10 a.m., claiming she was meeting a friend for coffee. “Don’t wait up for me, darling,” she’d said with a wink, strolling out the door like she owned the place.
I waited exactly two minutes before grabbing my keys and following her.
She drove straight to an upscale country club. I parked a few spaces away, watching as she stepped out of the Bentley with the same air of confidence she’d had when she arrived at our house.
A man in a sharp, tailored suit greeted her by the entrance. He leaned in, kissed her cheek, and the two of them laughed like old friends sharing an inside joke.
My hands trembled as I snapped a few pictures on my phone. Who was this guy? And what the hell was Irene doing?
I sat in the car for a moment, staring at the photos. My heart raced, and my stomach churned. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good. When Irene returned that afternoon, Dan and I were waiting for her in the living room.
“So,” I said, holding up my phone, “care to explain why you’re meeting rich men at country clubs while we’re housing you for free?”
Her face went pale. “You… you followed me?”
“Answer the question, Irene.”
She sighed dramatically, sinking into the couch. “Fine,” she said, throwing up her hands. “I’ll tell you the truth. I was so lonely after my husband died. I was looking for some… you know, adventure. I found someone. He was young, handsome, and adorable. I spent a huge chunk of my savings on him. He promised me excitement and a future, but he left me for someone else. I was devastated… and I wanted to get back on my feet.”
I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “And the man you met today?”
“That’s Henry,” she said defensively. “He’s wealthy and interested in me. He’s helping me get back on my feet. He’s been sending me gifts and he really likes me. I just wanted Henry to believe I was completely broke… you know…”
Dan stared at her, his jaw tightening. “So you’re not broke. You just didn’t want to use your own money while figuring out your next move?”
Irene’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You don’t understand. I only came here to help you, Dan. You deserve better. Someone from the same financial class as us. Together, we could’ve rebuilt our status.”
I felt the air leave my lungs. “You were planning to push me out??”
Irene didn’t say a word. Her silence was all the confirmation I needed.
Dan’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Mom,” he said, standing up and looking her dead in the eye, “you need to leave. Tomorrow. Go live with Henry if he’s so interested in helping you.”
“Dan, don’t be ridiculous,” she started, but he raised a hand to stop her.
“I’m done, Mom. I trusted you. But you crossed the line.”
The next day, she left with her suitcases, her chin held high and a look of pure disdain etched across her face.
A week later, Irene called Dan in tears. Turns out Henry was married, and his wife had found out. He’d dumped her, leaving her high and dry. I couldn’t help but laugh when Dan told me.
“Karma sure works fast, huh?” I said, scrolling through Irene’s Instagram.
Her posts were filled with captions like, “Embracing the simple life” and “Finding beauty in humility.” Meanwhile, I knew she was selling her designer bags just to cover the rent on her modest condo.
Dan shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You know, she kind of brought this on herself.”
I grinned, raising my coffee mug in a mock toast. “Here’s to Irene,” I said. “May she finally learn the difference between humility and Chanel.”
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