Nick Cannon's Baby Mama Calls Him Out After He Opens Up About Insuring His 'Balls'
Nick Cannon's baby mama, Alyssa Scott, has responded to his recent comments about insuring his testicles by calling him out on social media.
Cannon made headlines after explaining his reason for insuring what he described as his "most valuable asset."
However, Scott called the comedian out for not seeing their daughter, Halo Marie, who they welcomed in December 2022, a year after losing their son, Zen.
"The Masked Singer" host appeared on the May 1 episode of the "Tea Time with Raven & Miranda" podcast and shared more details about his decision to insure his testicles.
Cannon revealed that it all started as a joke. He said, "It started off like, 'Yo, this would be a good joke,' but we really went through with it."
Recall that in June 2024, Cannon appeared in a Dr. Squatch commercial and announced that he had insured his testicles for $10 million.
During the podcast appearance, he said, "Dr. Squatch, who is like, they're known for like manscaping and all that stuff. They were like, 'Yo, a lot of celebrity women are insuring their legs in case something goes wrong.'"
Cannon shared that the company's bosses asked him what his "most valuable asset" was, and he replied, "My balls!"
The comedian revealed that he had "the insurance policy in my office," before adding that it was "legit." He also shared, "If I happen to lose one, all the money goes to my kids."
Soon after news of Cannon's revelations made headlines, his baby mama, Scott, reposted a video of his interview on her Instagram Stories.
However, she took the opportunity to call him out for not visiting his daughter, Halo, for over a month.
Scott captioned the reposted video, "Ha ha haaa Funny. Any plans on seeing your child? it's been over a month @nickcannon."
However, she celebrated the fact that Cannon's kids will get some money if any harm happens to his testicles by writing, "But good to know she'll get some of your $ if anything happens to your balls smh."
The Shade Room, whose video Scott reposted, also shared her Instagram Stories post on the social media platform, and fans took turns sharing their thoughts about her decision to call Cannon out.
Most fans felt she had no reason to be mad at Cannon, as he has so many kids with different women that it would be hard for him to keep up.
One fan said, "A month ain't bad when you got 200 kids."
Another fan opined, "He has a child for each month of the year. Your child's month is probably June relax."
A third person asked Scott, "What did you think was gonna happen when you had a baby with a man who has 37 other baby mamas?"
Meanwhile, a fourth person advised her, "Girl give him time. You know you gotta wait in line."
Although Scott claimed Cannon hadn't seen Halo for over a month, he has always been involved in his kids' lives and lightened up while speaking about them during his podcast appearance.
When the podcast hosts Raven-Symoné and Miranda Maday asked Cannon if he was done having kids, he hesitated before going on to say, "I love the baby stage. Baby to toddler. So fun. Because three-year-olds, those are the three-nagers. They think they know everything."
The proud dad described his oldest kids, Monroe and Moroccan, as his "homies," adding, "We hang out, went to the movies this weekend and Raising Canes. I'm just the guy with the license." He also revealed that his pre-teens nicknamed him "Cringe Cannon."
Cannon later shared that he is open to his kids being involved in the entertainment industry but stressed that they had a different situation than someone new to the scene.
He explained, "As the father, I kinda know, I've been here, so I'm never gonna let an agent take advantage of you. I'm never gonna allow you to be on set by yourself, like, because this is my world. There is nepotism that's gonna take place that, like, this is the family business."
Cannon is a father of 12. He shares 14-year-old twins Monroe and Moroccan with his ex-wife, singer Mariah Carey.
"The Misfits" star also shares three kids, son Golden Sagon, 8, daughter Powerful Queen, 4, and son Rise Messiah Cannon, 1, with Brittany Bell.
Cannon and Abby De La Rosa also share three children: twins Zion Mixolydian and Zillion Heir, 3, and daughter Beautiful Zeppelin, 2.
He also shares a son, Legendary Love, 2, with Bre Tiesi, and a daughter, Onyx Ice Cole, 2, with La Nisha Cole.
Cannon and Scott share two children: son Zen, who died at five months old after a brain cancer diagnosis, and daughter Halo Marie, 2.
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