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Drug dealers—United States—Biography. Drug traffic—United States. This account is narrated in real time and based on allegations raised in court documents, trial transcripts, wiretap excerpts, and other law enforcement material. Although more than one hundred defendants with ties to the Black Mafia Family ultimately were convicted of their criminal charges, other associates were not charged or pleaded guilty to lesser offenses. Individuals who are mentioned in connection to certain acts of alleged misconduct but who have not been charged with or convicted of those alleged acts are, of course, entitled to a presumption of innocence.
This book would not have been possible without the support of Ken Edelstein, who guided me through the infancy of its research. Ike Williams, for listening to Rasheed, and to my ever-patient editor, Monique Patterson.
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Lastly, thanks to Tammy Cowins for keeping me in the loop—and to Big Meech for his willingness to sit down and talk. The most notorious inmate ever to set foot in the St. Clair County, Michigan, jail is reclined on a ledge just off the hallway that leads to his cell. His hair, unwound hours earlier from the braids he usually wears, is pushed back from his face, falling to his shoulders in kinky waves. Fat chance of breaking 40 in February, or even in March.
When visitors come in from out of town—a guest list that he claims has included rap superstars Akon and Young Jeezy Snoop Dogg tried to come, but got snowed out —the deputies go out of their way to accommodate them. To the inmate, preferential treatment is nothing new. On the outside, he was used to getting what he wanted. Jail is no different. Knee propped up, back pressed against the cement wall, he leans into the glass partition.
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So he has no choice but to look down at me. I ask about one of his other reputed traits, one that paints him in a less generous light—or, as a federal informant once put it, his street rep as a vengeful killer who threatens people. He kind of chuckles and takes pause, as if bemused by the question. That kind of stuff—petty stuff, stuff that got blown out of proportion—used to happen all the time, he says.
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Some guys make a fool of themselves, he continues. We just handle the problem the best way we know how. He offers it up every now and then. It slips from behind that transformative smile, peeks around a pair of otherwise warm and engaging eyes. Those eyes narrow when I bring up a murder charge filed against one of his closest crew members. He blames the murder rap on an overzealous snitch—one who came forward only after he himself was in trouble, and who claimed to have witnessed the killing but did nothing to stop it.
What was he doing? Sitting there watching? As for everything else—the two decades in the game, the fast cars and grinding music, the showering cash and fawning respect, the partying that would make Tony Montana blush—well, that made his current situation worth it.
The bummer is that he was good at what he did—too good, he thinks, for things to have gone the way they went.
That would somehow be more understandable. What happened, he believes, was that he became far too fascinating to those who wanted to see him fail. By the time the Bentleys were rolled out and the billboards went up and the rappers were invoking his name in top-ten hits, he was past the point of return. His only option was to do it big. And if doing it big meant putting on even more of a show for the feds, so be it.
It was a matter of necessity. But what about before? Why go down that path in the first place? Why blow it up the way he did, when blowing it up meant blowing it all away? If I was going to stick with the illegal stuff, I would have sat in and stayed out of sight, he says.
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Now he knows different. Now he knows that no matter how careful he might have been, he overlooked one obvious fact: The very combination that first made him a success—his ability to attract attention and his unwillingness to slow down—was destined to make him a failure. On both sides of the law, he became all but impossible to resist. People wanted to see him, and the government wanted to see him go down. As bad as they wanted me, he says, there was no winning. At least he flexed a little muscle, bore a little influence.
He claims to have boosted the careers of T. Just the recognition that back in the beginning, when no one else was paying much attention, he was the one who helped float them. He was the one who helped elevate some of the biggest names in hip-hop which, at the time, meant some of the biggest names in music, period. Viewed from his exile on the second floor of the St. Clair County Detention and Intervention Center, the past has grown even more distant than twenty-nine months in lockup would have you believe.
Man, he says, breaking eye contact for a brief moment, as if he could still glimpse that evaporated dream, I sure do miss it. He usually arrived under the watch of bodyguards. Every now and then, he arrived with a hundred or so hangers-on. And on those nights when egos were bruised or the wrong woman got involved, he arrived with trouble.
It was hard to compete with a presence so huge, not to mention one that could drop fifty thousand dollars on a single bar tab. And so sometimes, his arrival was cause for others in the club to bolt. The first sign he was coming: the cars. They coasted to the curb like supermodels down a runway. Bentleys and H2s, Lambos and Porsches. And, when the crowd swelled to full ranks, tour buses. Under the marquees of clubs from Midtown Atlanta to South Beach Miami, the streetlights bounced off the million-dollar motorcade, and it was blinding.
Next, the crew.
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