When Ruthless By Law dropped, in the bay, RBL was as big as any group. Nationwide.
At least it felt that way
Still love this beat and synth...
You got Herm Lewis tryna kick knowledge and black unity and as soon as the intro ends you get nonstop, murderin, slangin, orgies, tokin
LOL
Was it the intro for 11/5's first album when Herm says "brothers do not be disrespectful to your women"??
Then 11/5 comes on and proudly declares themselves as "Kill-A-Hoes"
That’s fuked, the music game has always been about robbing artistsA History of RBL Posse with Black C: On Bammer, Mistaken Murders and Lessons Learned
On the verge of a lucrative record deal, Mr. Cee was home on Harbor Road on the first day of 1996 when he was shot nine times. He was selling drugs to get money to pay bills and settle debts.
How does a successful rapper and good kid end up dead on the streets like that?
“We were going through issues with Jason at In-A-Minute records. He wasn’t paying us the money we earned. That’s why I blame Jason for Mr. Cee’s death. Mr. Cee wouldn’t have been out in the projects trying to hustle and trying to pay everybody back after that Christmas time if Jason would have paid us.”
Mr. Cee’s only source of income came from In-A-Minute Records. Unlike Black C, he didn’t invest in Right Way Productions.
“I tried to get Mr. Cee to invest but he had bills and other things to pay off,” Black C says. “So when I put Hitman out in ’95 and I’m making all this money, Mr. Cee was struggling. He didn’t have no money. Jason owed us but didn’t want to pay us, so Mr. Cee had to go out there and hustle.
“On New Year’s Day, we were supposed to go together out to my auntie’s house. But he was so depressed that day. You could see it all over his face. He owed me, he owed our manager. He had been borrowing money from everybody to pay bills and get through Christmas. It was ugly for him, so he stayed back to hustle. And that wasn’t really him. He wasn’t a hustler like that. That was one of his first times having to get out there and go slang some drugs just to survive.
“We went out to the In-A-Minute offices a couple of days before Mr. Cee died. Right before Christmas. It was December 22; I remember because In-A-Minute was about to shut down for the holidays. I went out there with Mr. Cee and argued for him to see if we could put up a fight and squeeze something from Jason. But Jason said, ‘Man, I’m not letting down no more money. I gotta clear these samples.’ We was just arguing out there in front of the label, going crazy. Even Jason’s father came out there and was like, ‘Jason, just give them some money. You know that we owe them money. These samples are gonna get cleared.’
“And Jason just did not want to do it. He knew he owed us big money. He was withholding $200,000 from us for some samples that we all knew he would clear for a couple thousand. But he didn’t want to pay us. That’s all that was. I know he had already spent that money and didn’t have it. It was just a big old fight. He kept saying they were shut down for the holidays and he couldn’t do it. So we left.”
“There was a lot of that stuff going on back then with record label CEOs,” Mac Mall says. “We was young and cats didn’t know as much about the business as they do now. There was all type of crazy shyt out here at that time.”
Passion of the Weiss made attempts to contact Jason Blaine for this story, however, he seems to have virtually disappeared (at least from the internet, social media and contacts in our address book). His father Elliot passed away in 2013.
“If Jason would have given Mr. Cee a check that day, he would have never been on that block hanging out in the projects, hustling,” Black C says. “That’s what just kills me. I blame him for Mr. Cee dying. That wasn’t him at all. In fact, that was a mistaken identity type thing.”
They Shot The Wrong Guy
Mistaken identity? After exposing Jason Blaine, Black C opened the door to another sad secret surrounding the tragedy that is Mr. Cee’s death: the killers weren’t actually trying to kill Mr. Cee.
“People was beefing on my turf. There were disputes. There is no excuse for none of it. But there were a lot of dudes, you know, who…who…really wanted to see…”
Black C pauses for a few seconds.
“There were a lot of dudes who wanted to see Hitman gone. Because Hitman was a part of a few things he wasn’t supposed to be involved in. Doing some dumb shyt. That day, him and Mr. Cee was out there dressed the same. They thought they killed Hitman.”
New Year’s Day 1996 began with Black C and Mr. Cee driving up Harbor Road to swoop up Hitman. At the end of the road, Hitman sat on a rail, talking to Black C’s sister. Nearby, Louis, the old man who had long roamed the streets of Hunters Point, was preaching to Hitman and Black C’s sister. When Black C and Mr. Cee exited the car and approached, Louis turned his attention to them.
He spoke of Cain and Abel, about good versus evil and the wretchedness of jealousy. Mr. Cee, who grew up in church with both a grandfather and father as pastors, knew the story well. Like Cain and Abel, he also saw brothers killing brothers in Hunters Point. But Mr. Cee’s special talent for the spoken word had provided a way out. Or, at least he was close to getting out. Once Jason paid him off, and the new deal with Atlantic came through, he would be in the clear. He just needed some immediate money to pay off his debts.
“After Louis finished preaching, I asked Mr. Cee if he was still riding to my auntie house,” Black C says.
“Nah man, I got to walk up here and hustle,” Mr. Cee told him. “I gotta get you your money back.”
Those were the last words Black C heard Mr. Cee speak. Black C didn’t care about the money, but he let him go his way. Mr. Cee walked over to the rail next to Hitman, who jumped down and followed Black C to the car. Mr. Cee took Hitman’s place on the rail. Black C and Hitman drove off to celebrate the new year. Shortly after, Black C’s sister left and Mr. Cee was alone. The next time he was seen by those who knew him, he was dead; his body filled with nine gunshot wounds. According to Black C, those bullets were meant for Hitman.
“They both had on 501 blue jeans and a black hoodie,” Black C says. “It was one of them fluke things. That was supposed to be for Hitman. But, it is what it is. I done moved on. Ain’t nothing I can do about it. Just keep the torch lit…That’s about it…That’s it.”
A History of RBL Posse with Black C: On Bammer, Mistaken Murders and Lessons Learned
On the verge of a lucrative record deal, Mr. Cee was home on Harbor Road on the first day of 1996 when he was shot nine times. He was selling drugs to get money to pay bills and settle debts.
How does a successful rapper and good kid end up dead on the streets like that?
“We were going through issues with Jason at In-A-Minute records. He wasn’t paying us the money we earned. That’s why I blame Jason for Mr. Cee’s death. Mr. Cee wouldn’t have been out in the projects trying to hustle and trying to pay everybody back after that Christmas time if Jason would have paid us.”
Mr. Cee’s only source of income came from In-A-Minute Records. Unlike Black C, he didn’t invest in Right Way Productions.
“I tried to get Mr. Cee to invest but he had bills and other things to pay off,” Black C says. “So when I put Hitman out in ’95 and I’m making all this money, Mr. Cee was struggling. He didn’t have no money. Jason owed us but didn’t want to pay us, so Mr. Cee had to go out there and hustle.
“On New Year’s Day, we were supposed to go together out to my auntie’s house. But he was so depressed that day. You could see it all over his face. He owed me, he owed our manager. He had been borrowing money from everybody to pay bills and get through Christmas. It was ugly for him, so he stayed back to hustle. And that wasn’t really him. He wasn’t a hustler like that. That was one of his first times having to get out there and go slang some drugs just to survive.
“We went out to the In-A-Minute offices a couple of days before Mr. Cee died. Right before Christmas. It was December 22; I remember because In-A-Minute was about to shut down for the holidays. I went out there with Mr. Cee and argued for him to see if we could put up a fight and squeeze something from Jason. But Jason said, ‘Man, I’m not letting down no more money. I gotta clear these samples.’ We was just arguing out there in front of the label, going crazy. Even Jason’s father came out there and was like, ‘Jason, just give them some money. You know that we owe them money. These samples are gonna get cleared.’
“And Jason just did not want to do it. He knew he owed us big money. He was withholding $200,000 from us for some samples that we all knew he would clear for a couple thousand. But he didn’t want to pay us. That’s all that was. I know he had already spent that money and didn’t have it. It was just a big old fight. He kept saying they were shut down for the holidays and he couldn’t do it. So we left.”
“There was a lot of that stuff going on back then with record label CEOs,” Mac Mall says. “We was young and cats didn’t know as much about the business as they do now. There was all type of crazy shyt out here at that time.”
Passion of the Weiss made attempts to contact Jason Blaine for this story, however, he seems to have virtually disappeared (at least from the internet, social media and contacts in our address book). His father Elliot passed away in 2013.
“If Jason would have given Mr. Cee a check that day, he would have never been on that block hanging out in the projects, hustling,” Black C says. “That’s what just kills me. I blame him for Mr. Cee dying. That wasn’t him at all. In fact, that was a mistaken identity type thing.”
They Shot The Wrong Guy
Mistaken identity? After exposing Jason Blaine, Black C opened the door to another sad secret surrounding the tragedy that is Mr. Cee’s death: the killers weren’t actually trying to kill Mr. Cee.
“People was beefing on my turf. There were disputes. There is no excuse for none of it. But there were a lot of dudes, you know, who…who…really wanted to see…”
Black C pauses for a few seconds.
“There were a lot of dudes who wanted to see Hitman gone. Because Hitman was a part of a few things he wasn’t supposed to be involved in. Doing some dumb shyt. That day, him and Mr. Cee was out there dressed the same. They thought they killed Hitman.”
New Year’s Day 1996 began with Black C and Mr. Cee driving up Harbor Road to swoop up Hitman. At the end of the road, Hitman sat on a rail, talking to Black C’s sister. Nearby, Louis, the old man who had long roamed the streets of Hunters Point, was preaching to Hitman and Black C’s sister. When Black C and Mr. Cee exited the car and approached, Louis turned his attention to them.
He spoke of Cain and Abel, about good versus evil and the wretchedness of jealousy. Mr. Cee, who grew up in church with both a grandfather and father as pastors, knew the story well. Like Cain and Abel, he also saw brothers killing brothers in Hunters Point. But Mr. Cee’s special talent for the spoken word had provided a way out. Or, at least he was close to getting out. Once Jason paid him off, and the new deal with Atlantic came through, he would be in the clear. He just needed some immediate money to pay off his debts.
“After Louis finished preaching, I asked Mr. Cee if he was still riding to my auntie house,” Black C says.
“Nah man, I got to walk up here and hustle,” Mr. Cee told him. “I gotta get you your money back.”
Those were the last words Black C heard Mr. Cee speak. Black C didn’t care about the money, but he let him go his way. Mr. Cee walked over to the rail next to Hitman, who jumped down and followed Black C to the car. Mr. Cee took Hitman’s place on the rail. Black C and Hitman drove off to celebrate the new year. Shortly after, Black C’s sister left and Mr. Cee was alone. The next time he was seen by those who knew him, he was dead; his body filled with nine gunshot wounds. According to Black C, those bullets were meant for Hitman.
“They both had on 501 blue jeans and a black hoodie,” Black C says. “It was one of them fluke things. That was supposed to be for Hitman. But, it is what it is. I done moved on. Ain’t nothing I can do about it. Just keep the torch lit…That’s about it…That’s it.”
Damn never knew that shyt