blackstarr
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On when Jay and State Prop did the Hot 97 freestyle:
On a Friday night the following winter, Jay-Z went on Funkmaster Flex's Hot 97 radio show freestyling with his new recruits Beanie Sigel, Young Gunz and Freeway. Bars N Hookz, Green Eyes, E Money Bags, Majesty, and I were at the music palace studio. Jay's boys sounded real good until I heard Beanie take an indirect shot at Mobb Deep, something about "I'll creep on your Quiet Storm" To top it off, Jay had some ***** named H-Money Bags rhyming w/ them. E Money Bags started spazzin. I had a private number to the radio station, and after about eighty rings, somebody picked up.
"Yo this is Prodigy," I said. "let me speak to Jay-Z"
"Jay just got on the elevator and left. You just missed him." the person on the phone said.
"Go catch him and tell him Prodigy is on the phone."
"Okay, I'm gonna try, hold on," Five minutes later Jay got on the phone.
"What's up?" Jay said.
"Yeah what up *****" I said. "Hold on, somebody wants to talk to you." Bags was asking for the phone so I handed it over.
"What's up this is E Money Bags, how you got some dude with you using my name? You know me *****! Who the fu*k is H Money Bags?
"So what you trying to say?" Jay replied
"Oh now you acting tough?" Bags said. "You tough now? You know I gonna see you right?"
"Say no more then," Jay said
"Say no more? iight, so when I see you, you know what it is."
"Say no more" Jay said.
The following Friday, I called Funk Flex and asked if E-Money Bags, NORE, myself and Nas could come to the station later that night and do a freestyle session just like Jay and his team did. We wanted revenge. Flex agreed, Bags called Nas to come with us and Nas said he would.
While we were on our way to the station, we called Flex and he put us live on the air. As we crossed the 59th st. bridge, Nas emailed Bags backing out: "Yo I ain't coming. Just go up there and tell everybody who the real King of New York is." Bags read the msg to me while I was driving. Maybe Nas was scared we were going to do something to him because he'd just dissed me on his song, but we weren't.
The real King of NY?
Nore met us in front of the station and we linked with Flex in the lobby. "Thanks for coming up, but my boss just called and told me to cancel the show." Flex said. "I can't let y'all up because they think this is gonna cause some beef." No matter what we said, Flex kept saying that he "can't do it" or he'd "get in trouble."
On Keith Murray:
The whole gang still went to the tunnel every Sunday like church. One Sunday, a few weeks before New Years 1998, we saw Keith Murray by the bathroom on the second floor. We'd just arrived and met Chris Lighty in the bathroom to get our bag of weapons. I finished passing out the weapons and we walked out and this punk-ass ***** was standing there, looking scared to death when he saw us because he was by himself and had probably heard all the stories of us beating people raggedy. Noyd and Twin were fienin' to get him. "What's up?" they were in my ear asking. "We got the drop on him!"
"Yeah, we got the drop on him, but for what?" I said. Even though he asked me if I was talking about him on the skit, he never said or did anything offensive to me, so I told them to fall back. "Leave him alone," I kept telling them, "Leave to boy alone" We had so many weapons we would've killed the boy, and it wasn't my style anymore to take advantage of a weak defensless person.
At that point, I realized that it was wrong to abuse the destructive power that we had. You only hurt people when it's necessary, I told myself. My boys were upset with me for not giving them the green light, but I knew it was the right choice.
After a few hours of partying, Money No, Godfather and I left early with some girls. It was close to Christmas 1997 and snow and ice lined the ground outside. Money No and I were waiting for the light to change to cross the street when we saw Keith Murray with four of his oboys standing ten feet to our right. "What's up now?" one of his boys said to him. "Let's see what's up now!"
"Pass me your gun" Money No said. I had a big nine-millimeter on my hip all night.
"Nah Chill" I said. I wanted to fire the shots.
"What's up with all that sh*t you was talkin on your album?" Keith Murray walked up and asked after his boy pumped him up with gas.
"Are you serious?" I looked at him and asked. How am I gonna shoot this dude and get away with it? I was thinking. All right, I'm gonna take him down to the shadows toward tenth ave.
One of Keith Murray's boys and Money No started beefing about who could fight better. I suggested that we take it across the street, out of sight so the cops couldn't break us up. The reluctantly agreed. As we crossed the street, Money No kept asking for the gun but I refused. I couldn't wait to get in the shadows of the next block and see the look on their faces when I started squeezing bullets at them. Should I shoot to kill, shoot to wound, or shoot to scare them? I decided to just shoot Keith Murray and wound him.
A police squad car came up on my left when we got to the double yellow lines in the middle of Eleventh Ave. Keith Murray jumped in front of me like he'd changed his mind about stepping into the shadows across the street. I could see him ready to swing. "The cops are right there," I warned him. "Chill until they pass." But he decided to punch me in the mouth in front of the cops. How corny is that?
My first thought was, This ***** punches like a girl. My second was, Get distance between you and these cops immediately before backup arrives and we all get frisked.
The police put on the siren and lights. I ran to get rid of the gun behind a van, tossing it in the snow, covering it with more snow. When I looked up, Money No knocked out Keith Murray's man. He hit the ground and slid on some ice underneath the cop car. As I was walking back toward them, Keith Murray was talking to the cops, pointing at us, saying that we started it. The police were cool and simply said; "You guys go that way, and you guys walk the other way."
Them ****** don't even understand how lucky they are! God was truly on their side. I guess God was on my side too, because I might have gotten locked up. Keith Murray must have felt death down that dark street. When he saw that squad car coming, it must have been like Jesus Christ coming to save him.
New Year's Eve 1998 fell on a Sunday and the Tunnel was on fire as usual. Godfather and I stole two hoes from their pimp... Inside the Tunnel, I walked all over trying to find Gotti. I noticed dudes wearing Deaf Squid hats, Keith Murray's crew. I saw two hats, four, then more. Minutes later with the dudes following, I bumped into Karate Joe, my man Bill Cosby, Nitty, Twin, Gotti and a bunch of the 12th st crew. I told Gotti to give me my keys.
"These dudes are following me," I told Karate Joe. He didn't even wait for me to tell him who; Karate Joe punched the face off the poor dude behind me, who wasn't even down with Deaf Squid. The 12th st crew started fighting everybody behind me. Twin grabbed me out of the wa, holding me behind him, slicing and dicing faces with a razor. I asked him to give me one. Twin just kept cutting, not hearing me. We chased the Deaf Squid pussies through the club. I ran outside and told Godfather to give me my gun, thinking that whatever was left of the Deaf Squid would come running, but nobody came.
Ten minutes later, the crew strolled out laughing. " Where's the Deaf Squidron?" I asked.
"Them ****** in there bleeding," he said. "They probably need an ambulance."
On a Friday night the following winter, Jay-Z went on Funkmaster Flex's Hot 97 radio show freestyling with his new recruits Beanie Sigel, Young Gunz and Freeway. Bars N Hookz, Green Eyes, E Money Bags, Majesty, and I were at the music palace studio. Jay's boys sounded real good until I heard Beanie take an indirect shot at Mobb Deep, something about "I'll creep on your Quiet Storm" To top it off, Jay had some ***** named H-Money Bags rhyming w/ them. E Money Bags started spazzin. I had a private number to the radio station, and after about eighty rings, somebody picked up.
"Yo this is Prodigy," I said. "let me speak to Jay-Z"
"Jay just got on the elevator and left. You just missed him." the person on the phone said.
"Go catch him and tell him Prodigy is on the phone."
"Okay, I'm gonna try, hold on," Five minutes later Jay got on the phone.
"What's up?" Jay said.
"Yeah what up *****" I said. "Hold on, somebody wants to talk to you." Bags was asking for the phone so I handed it over.
"What's up this is E Money Bags, how you got some dude with you using my name? You know me *****! Who the fu*k is H Money Bags?
"So what you trying to say?" Jay replied
"Oh now you acting tough?" Bags said. "You tough now? You know I gonna see you right?"
"Say no more then," Jay said
"Say no more? iight, so when I see you, you know what it is."
"Say no more" Jay said.
The following Friday, I called Funk Flex and asked if E-Money Bags, NORE, myself and Nas could come to the station later that night and do a freestyle session just like Jay and his team did. We wanted revenge. Flex agreed, Bags called Nas to come with us and Nas said he would.
While we were on our way to the station, we called Flex and he put us live on the air. As we crossed the 59th st. bridge, Nas emailed Bags backing out: "Yo I ain't coming. Just go up there and tell everybody who the real King of New York is." Bags read the msg to me while I was driving. Maybe Nas was scared we were going to do something to him because he'd just dissed me on his song, but we weren't.
The real King of NY?
Nore met us in front of the station and we linked with Flex in the lobby. "Thanks for coming up, but my boss just called and told me to cancel the show." Flex said. "I can't let y'all up because they think this is gonna cause some beef." No matter what we said, Flex kept saying that he "can't do it" or he'd "get in trouble."
On Keith Murray:
The whole gang still went to the tunnel every Sunday like church. One Sunday, a few weeks before New Years 1998, we saw Keith Murray by the bathroom on the second floor. We'd just arrived and met Chris Lighty in the bathroom to get our bag of weapons. I finished passing out the weapons and we walked out and this punk-ass ***** was standing there, looking scared to death when he saw us because he was by himself and had probably heard all the stories of us beating people raggedy. Noyd and Twin were fienin' to get him. "What's up?" they were in my ear asking. "We got the drop on him!"
"Yeah, we got the drop on him, but for what?" I said. Even though he asked me if I was talking about him on the skit, he never said or did anything offensive to me, so I told them to fall back. "Leave him alone," I kept telling them, "Leave to boy alone" We had so many weapons we would've killed the boy, and it wasn't my style anymore to take advantage of a weak defensless person.
At that point, I realized that it was wrong to abuse the destructive power that we had. You only hurt people when it's necessary, I told myself. My boys were upset with me for not giving them the green light, but I knew it was the right choice.
After a few hours of partying, Money No, Godfather and I left early with some girls. It was close to Christmas 1997 and snow and ice lined the ground outside. Money No and I were waiting for the light to change to cross the street when we saw Keith Murray with four of his oboys standing ten feet to our right. "What's up now?" one of his boys said to him. "Let's see what's up now!"
"Pass me your gun" Money No said. I had a big nine-millimeter on my hip all night.
"Nah Chill" I said. I wanted to fire the shots.
"What's up with all that sh*t you was talkin on your album?" Keith Murray walked up and asked after his boy pumped him up with gas.
"Are you serious?" I looked at him and asked. How am I gonna shoot this dude and get away with it? I was thinking. All right, I'm gonna take him down to the shadows toward tenth ave.
One of Keith Murray's boys and Money No started beefing about who could fight better. I suggested that we take it across the street, out of sight so the cops couldn't break us up. The reluctantly agreed. As we crossed the street, Money No kept asking for the gun but I refused. I couldn't wait to get in the shadows of the next block and see the look on their faces when I started squeezing bullets at them. Should I shoot to kill, shoot to wound, or shoot to scare them? I decided to just shoot Keith Murray and wound him.
A police squad car came up on my left when we got to the double yellow lines in the middle of Eleventh Ave. Keith Murray jumped in front of me like he'd changed his mind about stepping into the shadows across the street. I could see him ready to swing. "The cops are right there," I warned him. "Chill until they pass." But he decided to punch me in the mouth in front of the cops. How corny is that?
My first thought was, This ***** punches like a girl. My second was, Get distance between you and these cops immediately before backup arrives and we all get frisked.
The police put on the siren and lights. I ran to get rid of the gun behind a van, tossing it in the snow, covering it with more snow. When I looked up, Money No knocked out Keith Murray's man. He hit the ground and slid on some ice underneath the cop car. As I was walking back toward them, Keith Murray was talking to the cops, pointing at us, saying that we started it. The police were cool and simply said; "You guys go that way, and you guys walk the other way."
Them ****** don't even understand how lucky they are! God was truly on their side. I guess God was on my side too, because I might have gotten locked up. Keith Murray must have felt death down that dark street. When he saw that squad car coming, it must have been like Jesus Christ coming to save him.
New Year's Eve 1998 fell on a Sunday and the Tunnel was on fire as usual. Godfather and I stole two hoes from their pimp... Inside the Tunnel, I walked all over trying to find Gotti. I noticed dudes wearing Deaf Squid hats, Keith Murray's crew. I saw two hats, four, then more. Minutes later with the dudes following, I bumped into Karate Joe, my man Bill Cosby, Nitty, Twin, Gotti and a bunch of the 12th st crew. I told Gotti to give me my keys.
"These dudes are following me," I told Karate Joe. He didn't even wait for me to tell him who; Karate Joe punched the face off the poor dude behind me, who wasn't even down with Deaf Squid. The 12th st crew started fighting everybody behind me. Twin grabbed me out of the wa, holding me behind him, slicing and dicing faces with a razor. I asked him to give me one. Twin just kept cutting, not hearing me. We chased the Deaf Squid pussies through the club. I ran outside and told Godfather to give me my gun, thinking that whatever was left of the Deaf Squid would come running, but nobody came.
Ten minutes later, the crew strolled out laughing. " Where's the Deaf Squidron?" I asked.
"Them ****** in there bleeding," he said. "They probably need an ambulance."
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