I wrote this, part memoir, part appreciation, looking at P's music throughout my life.
Part 1:
I can remember my life through music, movies, art, the things that touched me, inspired me, influenced me.....my first memories of Mobb Deep are blurry, red, and filled with quick edits, curse words reverted to glass breaking, the video and the song fascinated me at 14 years old. In the ending era's of Hype Williams Bad Boy style blockbuster video, this was one different. It had of course, the classic Hype style, and movie inspirations, (F. Gary Gray's 1998 thriller "The Negotiator") but there was a darkness there, barely obscured by edits, the tension of the beat, and the bleak feel of the video, from the name of the group, Mobb Deep, to the album title "Murda Muzik". And obviously P and Hav themselves. It was more controlled, vicious, then DMX, nowhere near the suave, glossy feel of Jay, or the rebellious flaunting of Nas, "Hate Me Now". I was captivated. I wanted to buy the album, I wanted to hear what was behind the edits, and work my way through the lyrics.
At 14, I barely had any money, like most of my friends. I scrapped together change, turned in gift cards, bought CD singles, and an occasional album. I remember buying Jay-Z "Vol. 3" in 99, and that was probably one of three LP's, I was able to purchase. I did manage to get the "In To Deep" OST, which was my way of getting "Quiet Storm", and the 50 Cent "How To Rob", I needed to hear, after reading about it in the Source, earlier that year. In San Diego, my exposure to rap that wasn't on the local radio or MTV/BET, was through The Source, XXL, and increasingly online. People my age will remember standing in places like Sam Goody or Wherehouse, and having to make the call, yeah I love this song, but how do I know if I spend $20, it's not the only one I like?
I was transfixed by "Where Ya Heart At", which I used to listen to in a cassette tape, I made, from ripping CD's to tapes, so I could play them on my way to school. The haunting, cinematic feel of the beat, and P's nihilistic lyrics, his obsession with death and loss, his fixation on his pistol, to the point of sexualizing it, was captivating, uncomfortable. Lines like "the ones who overcome be the strongest", and Havoc's finishing verse come back to haunt you as you get older, but as a child, you understand them, in the way an adolescent does. I didn't know pain, and loss, but I would. I would lose friends, lose loves, regret what could have been.
From there, I got a used copy of "The Infamous" at Wherehouse music in summer of 2000, and Mobb Deep was soon one of my favorites, alongside The Lox. "The Infamous" is 25 years old, and feels timeless, it's despair, bleak, portrait of a world I never knew, a lifetime away from the San Diego neighborhoods, low slung houses, and apartments, nothing like the endless, towering QB buildings. His bars on "Right Back At You" are chill inducing years later, his presence throughout the album is ghostlike, haunting, you can feel the coke and alcohol in his bloodstream, and guns tucked in waists of jeans, covered by heavy leather Avirex jackets. "Keep It Thoro" was next, I remember buying the Backstage soundtrack, and playing that track over and over in my little upstairs room. I remember watching the video, the ads in The Source, and buying HNIC as soon as it came out.
One of my first friends at my new school happened to be into P too, and we are still friends 17 years later. The incredible production and casual storytelling of "Can't Complain", the anguish in "Veteran's Memorial", and "You Can Never Feel My Pain", "praying to god for help, only to find I'm all by my god damn self" are still as poignant and haunting today. The title track is where I noticed his style had shifted, flow was less aggressive, and the rhymes seemed off, but the delivery and production, sinister and unrepentant, some said aimed at Pac, and the Outlawz, were some of the darkest raps I listened to. "Me and my dogs enjoy this, pop bottles celebrate your death, blow a kiss at your widow bytch", "and I'll be god damn if they put hands on me, money brings power and puts guns in parties.."
Then the saga, which I followed mostly on SOHH, as Prodigy gave his clear opinion on Jay-Z, the emerging titan of the genre, as Nas played the background, in interviews, and an increasing onslaught of bars on mixtape tracks, "We Ain't the Roc, we ain't them fakkit ass nikkaz", back then, it was near sacreligious, which P never shied from, to blatantly disrespect other rappers. Most "beefs" were played out in sub shots, and subliminal bars, P went right at Jay, even as it circulated that he had fallen off, and was in no shape to go against Jay, and his B team. As for me, I watched and listened fascinated, freestyles like Nas over "Eye For An Eye", had kids in my class burn them to CD's, which I treasured, though I lost them years ago. Every snippet, every line, every freestyle was broken down, and discussed, as summer 2001 approached.
It was a bad look, it was a bad album, and Mobb Deep took a serious hit, "Infamy", aside from 'Get Away' and a loose track or two, was dissapointing, and an afterthought. Only the most extreme SOHH posters clung to delusions that they got Jay, which I remember fondly. Along the way, I copped Infamous Mobb album, and loved the production, the grimy lyrics, and voice of Twin Gambino, which I still listen to today. By summer 2003, I was soaked in blunt smoke, cocaine, and drug money, which came out of my adolescent pockets, with the awe of a kid who never saw money. Part of my soundtrack that summer was the "Free Agents Mixtape", the double disc. Alchemist was the hottest producer, and I coveted every new song, every project, I think that was the year the first "1st Infantry" tape leaked. "Backwards", "Solidified", "What Can I Do", "It's Over", a fusion of that distinct Alchemist style and soul production, plus Havoc coming through with tracks like "Favorite Rapper', and "The Illest". I remmeber how geeked I was when Banks, in his day, got on "Favorite Rapper".