Not content with being one of the greatest groups ever in the history of popular music and changing the sound of hip-hop forever - both in terms of the sound and the content - Public Enemy also trail-blazed in the area of Weed Owning. When they really started getting a bit of juice in the rap game, they actualy held a contest to put a number of “groups” together. What many of these aspiring hopefuls failed to realise, however, was that they were in fact auditioning for a career as a Weed Carrier! (more…)

The dream of any wannabe weed carrier in the early nineties was to hold for the rap powerhouse that was Public Enemy (read: Flavor Flav). The extent of his WC empire will be covered in my next post, but for now let’s pay tribute to the Young Black Teenagers. These kids somehow released two albums - no doubt as a reward for carrying huge quantities of coke for His Royal Clock Rocker. With light-hearted dedications to Al Bundy’s daughter (”Nobody Knows Kelly”), Madonna disses (”To My Donna”) and songs about opening bottles of beer (”Tap The Bottle”), these not-so-mighty whitey’s managed to offend just about everyone with their “controversial” group name (the brainchild of the Bomb Squad’s Hank Shocklee, apparently) and the fact that they wasted an album full of Bomb Squad beats. Lead rapper Kamron, best known for his role as a racially-confused student in Kid ‘N Play’s “Fudge Party 5″ House Party 2, is currently shopping demo’s for his new Nu-Metal band, Black On The Inside$. They were also resposible for some exceptionally ghey-sounding lyrics:

“Brothers know my style, my grip is just TOO strong
So figure it out yourself and you’ll soon see that I don’t sweat ‘em
His back’s against the wall I say spread ‘em then I wet ‘im
So hi-ho hi-ho hi-ho, it’s off to work I go”

If that isn’t the most explicit description of man-love ever heard in a rap song, then I don’t know what is. (more…)

There was a great scene in the vapid Jay-Z concert film cash-in Fade to Black when Jay and Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest were sitting in the studio discussing how hard it is to be a rapper or some such.

All of a sudden Memphis Bleek burst in the room and announced, “I’m about to go to Outback. Does anybody want anything?” Jay was like, “No, not right now.” Q-Tip was like, “Me neither, but thanks anyway.”

It’s likely Memphis Bleek didn’t know a crew was filming when he burst into the studio, but he didn’t let that deter him from fulfilling his duty as a weed carrier. After all, Jay could’ve been hungry.

A less thoughtful weed carrier would’ve gone to Outback by himself without offering.

You don’t get in Jay-Z’s will just by rolling a good joint.

(image wantonly pilfered from Nah Right)

It’s a classic weed carrier story gone wrong. Jerome Baker had an AIM convo with the co-worker of the father of Desmond Hawkins, who Cass shot and killed last year, and got off on manslaughter.

If I understand the convo correctly, Desmond Hawkins was caught with Cassidy in New York by the Hip-Hop Police with a gun and weed. Hawkins agreed to take the fall on the charges like a good carrier should.

Cassidy’s part of the bargain was to look out for his Hawkins, with bail money and whatever else. Cassidy reneges on the help and gets confronted about it. That when he shoots Hawkins in the chest with an AK and kills him.

This doesn’t sound like manslughter to me, however since that’s what the court ruled, I can’t disagree. And who knows how true this story is. It’s coming from the boy’s grieving dad, and being transmitted by a co-worker over AIM, then through a blog. I’m sure much has been lost in translation.

In any case, let’s salute this weed carrier. He gave his life to maintain his celebrity friend’s freedom.

Also referred to as Triple C’s (Cracka-Ass Cracka Carriers), the Caucasian bag holder is as essential to success in todays rap world as a Hip-House track was to every hip-hop album released in 1989. Having a pasty-faced kid stashing your ‘dro is money in the bank, since jake might not even bother searching him when the whip gets pulled over, and if by some stroke of misfortune he does he get caught, there’s a 75% chance he’s related some one at the local precinct anyway (or, failing that, the son of a judge). (more…)

“It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you, without a weed carrier post to step to…” you get the idea.

Busta Rhymes (aka “the lyrical nutritionist”) began his career holding weed for Public Enemy, back when they were “totally kick ass”. This was no mean feat, as Flavor Flav required at least four or five weed (and coke) carriers at any one time just in order to function. This led to the formation of Leaders of the New School with Charlie Brown and the other two guys who no one remembers (Dinco D and Milo). Luckily, these guys actually had some talent, and before long they left the nest. (more…)

The first time I heard of Irv Gotti was his production credit for Mic Geronimo’s “Shit’s Real” single, back when he still held his DJ Irv handle. Soon afterwards, Mic G dropped his album on Blunt/TVT, and his labelmates were a group called Cash Money Click, a three-man crew of little talent featuring a kid called Ja Rule, Chris Black and 01, who had a single which had the same as beat as Show & AG’s “Next LeveL (Remix)”, although nowhere near as good. At this stage, you could consider CMC as Mic Geronimo’s weed carriers, since he had a few minor hits at the time, and featured a shitty song called “Time To Build” with DMX, Jay-Z and Ja. (more…)

From their days as the Poetical Prophets all the way up to now, the two little duns from the Q-U have not only released an impressive catalogue ofanti-social street anthems, but have built up a sizable collection of associates to stash the ‘dro for ‘em. Havoc paid dues in the early nineties by holding weed for both Tragedy and Blaq Poet (during his PHD days), but a little-known fact is that Prodigy debuted as the rent-a-rapper on for teen-jack swingers High-Five on “Too Young”, a song from the Boyz N The Hood soundtrack. Hav also rolled whoolas for Large Professor while he observed how to finesse beat-making equipment during the recording of Juvenile Hell, which he put to good use when he unleashed his highly-influential, brooding sound on The Infamous. (more…)

While I was thumbing through an old rap magazine, I found this ad for an album called Next Up - Rap’s New Generation, but a more fitting title may have been Stash This - Weed Carriers Rap. The track listing reads like a who’s who of some of rap’s most well-known weed holders. (more…)

Masta Killa

This guy had to wait over ten years to get his solo out, which indicates that when RZA asked him to carry his stash he was like “Nah, I don’t play that weed carrier shit son!”, immediately relegating his project to the back-burner. You’ve gotta respect that gully attitude though. Even though he’s had to cool his heels for what must have fekt like an enternity, he stuck to his guns and refused to carry another man’s weed. Not many rappers without a solo release to their name can say that. (more…)