Posted: 16th May 2006 by Bol in Carriers In The News
Why Are So Many Weed Carriers Being Shot?
Here’s Killer Mike, who once had a spark, on the Philant Johnson killing and violence in hip-hop:
I think the biggest insult since Philant has been killed is the [suggestion that] this is somehow rap-related because that doesn’t get to the real problem,” he says. “The real problem is that you have millions of young, angry, disenfranchised Latino, Black and poor white men who don’t have any real hope or outlet for hope.
My thing has always been this (nullus): If this isn’t a hip-hop thing, then why don’t you all of these killings occur in other genres of music? This year alone three major weed carriers have been shot and killed, not to mention a whole host of unimportant regional rappers (who or wtf is a Big Hawk?) and various assorted hangers on. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: 11th May 2006 by Robbie in Carriers In The News
Another week, another dead weed carrier. This shit is hazardous (that’s word to Godfather Don). The unfortunate incident with this kid “maybe or maybe not” throwing money around reminds me of how a lot of today’s trends are just shittier versions of old ones. For example, the whole “Make it rain” deal with tossing wads of cash into the air is just a cornier version of the Houston tradition of “Big Bank Take Little Bank”, which involved local hustlers throwing down money clips in the bathroom in an attempt to outdo one another and take the lesser “banks” dough. At least they had the good sense to do that shit behind closed doors. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: 29th April 2006 by Robbie in Carriers In The News
Here’s a classic weed carriers incident (I’m suprised Hashim didn’t beat me to this scoop), as reported in The Evening Standard:
A mini-riot erupted at Heathrow airport after rapper Snoop Dogg and a 30-strong entourage clashed with police in a departure lounge.
The men – mostly minders – apparently turned violent after being refused entry to a first-class lounge, smashing up a duty free shop, throwing bottles and attacking officers.
It took riot police over an hour to arrest the “20-stone men”, who were then led out in handcuffs, with one shouting: “This is how it goes down in LA.”
It seems that our British friends refer to weed carriers as weed “minders”, which works just as well I guess.
The whole incident seems to have started when the chronic carriers were denied entry to the flight lounge because they didn’t have first class tickets, which I guess is essential if you plan on mooching free booze. All I can say is that Snoop must figure that if he sperads his stash over 30 carreirs then maybe none of them will have enough ‘dro for the sniffer dogs to catch the scent.
Posted: 29th April 2006 by Robbie in Baggage Handlers
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! Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: 17th April 2006 by Robbie in Carriers In The News
You can fit a lot of herb under that jacket.
Biggie Smalls #1 Weed Carrier, the “wonderful” Cease-A-Leo, has still not found closure on his old bosses’ untimely death, despite the fact that he got ethered/bodied/lit-up/sonned over ten years ago. It seems that despite holding Lil’ Kim‘s bags for a while, Cease is unable to come to terms with the fact that Big Poppa doesn’t need him to carry his “pot” (thanks MTV!). As a result, the Junior MAFIA frontman has spent the last few years driving around New York with large quantites of cheeba under the seat, in the vein hope that B.I.G. will return to this planet (not unlike the way that Scientologists have an office for L. Ron Hubbard at all of their “churches”). As if that situation wasn’t strange enough, it seems that fellow WC Larceny “allegedly had a loaded .22-caliber Beretta semi-automatic pistol”, which was also intended for the Black Frank White to use when if he happened to return from the dead, JC-style, over the Easter holidays. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: 12th April 2006 by Robbie in Baggage Handlers
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. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: 28th March 2006 by Bol in Baggage Handlers
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)
Posted: 25th March 2006 by Hashim in Baggage Handlers
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.
Posted: 20th March 2006 by Bol in Carriers In The News
With all the fall-out in the wake of last year’s traumatic Roc-A-Fella break-up, perhaps it was inevitable State Property weed carriers the Young Gunz would get lost in the shuffle.
After all, their bag’s proprietor, Beanie Sigel, had no shortage of problems of his own, serving a short prison stint while having his album released by the woefully inept and possibly now-defunct Damon Dash Music Group.
Hence, I wasn’t exactly shocked to read in today’s Mixtape Monday column at MTV that the Young Gunz have fallen on hard times and have actually moved back into the same houses they grew up in, in Philadelphia.
Shockingly, the group’s second album, Brothers From Another, didn’t perform well commercially. Their record label, Roc-A-Fella, refused to release a second single, after whatever their first single was tanked.
“I blame [the label] but I also blame ourselves. We didn’t get in the streets and bust our ass with [promoting the album] like we did Tough Luv,” sayeth bag handler Young Chris.
Lord knows it can be tough for a young weed carrier these days without the bag’s proprietor around to lend guidance and support.
Posted: 19th March 2006 by Robbie in Baggage Handlers
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). Read the rest of this entry »
