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.

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.

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…)

Due to the many recent news incidents involving weed carriers, it seemed like a good time to bring this shit back. Some of the old crew will be back on board, plus Bol and Combat Jack will be joining the squad.

I’ll be redesigning the layout over the next few days, but expect some new content this weekend.

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…)

The new issue of Vibe, with Jamie Foxx on the cover gives props to hip-hop blogs and specifically name drops this here site, A Salute to Weed Carriers.

I, and my weed carrying brethren appreciate the mention, though this doesn’t change the fact that Vibe carries weed for both XXL and Complex Magazine.

The Guardian has an article about weed carriers. The writer is sloppy, and I doubt some of the facts, but I thought this was funny:

“Mad, bad rapper Xzibit has a designated weed buddy whose job is to smoke “the chronic” with him during interviews, so he might have hilarious exchanges about being “high as a motherfucker”.

Crazy.

At the bottom of the article there’s a list of rappers and what their carriers do.