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DMX is accused of stealing a boy's herringbone and Avirex, and pleads his innocence ...
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X gets savagely beaten by a mob hungry for vengeance ...
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With the wires straining to keep his jaws together, X has to prove he's the best MC in the world ...
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DMX and his co-author answer your questions ...
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DMX, the dark prince of hip-hop, has never shied away from detailing the dark realities of the streets, not in his songs, and certainly not in his latest work, the memoir "E.A.R.L. - The Autobiography of DMX." Co-written with Smokey D. Fontaine, the book follows X (born Earl Simmons) during the days before and leading up to the big time, with no-holds-barred descriptions of his life in the projects, on the streets, in juvenile centers, in jail and on the run. MTV News has an exclusive first look at the book here.
Starting as a reaction to an absentee father and an at-her-wits-end mother, X's childhood and teen years are full of rage. His solution? To become as ruthless in his rhymes as his robberies, which he conducts, he believes, in order to survive. Being caught by the police is no deterrent. Being caught by the ‘hood, however, is another matter ...
From the chapter "Payback on Ravine":
I was sitting in front of one of the buildings a few feet away from a bunch of young n---as who started panicking when they saw a police car come down the block flashing its lights. ... These kids ran into the building like they had a murder warrant out for them ...
"Why y'all running like that?" I yelled after them. ... Then I walked into the building, too. That's when I saw the chain. It was a nice gold herringbone. Yes! Just what I need. I was broke and a nice little chain could get me a few dollars so I scooped it off the floor and put it in my sock.
A few minutes later, the young bucks, who now that the police were gone had their brave 'hood faces on again, walked over to me.
"Yo, I lost my chain."
Now lost property is always fair game, so I didn't have anything to say. Neither did my man Percel, who had since walked over to chill with me.
"Are you sure one of y'all n---as ain't got it?"
The young boy was getting heated at me. He probably knew my rep for being the robbery n---a, but I simply ignored him and told Percel to give me a ride home. But instead of going to Mulford, I asked him to drop me off at Slow Bomb, where I got out and sold the chain for forty dollars. As I left the building, folks on the block had a warning for me: "Yo, X. N---as is looking for you. They say you robbed some kid for his chain and his leather coat."
"What? I didn't rob nobody for no coat ..."
"They said you stuck up a sixteen-year-old for his herringbone and his Avirex."
An Avirex? That was one of the nicest leather jackets a person could have in the 'hood. It would have been nice to take that off somebody, but I hadn't seen an Avi on a potential victim in a while — and I did not rob kids.
"They said they're coming back around to look for you, dog."
"I don't care. I didn't do nothing, man. Watch. I'm just going to sit and wait for them right here."
The boy whose chain it was must have had a lot of family because a little while later his father and three of his older cousins came back to Slow Bomb looking for me. I told them that I hadn't done any robberies.
"I found that chain, man. I didn't rob nobody. I can even take you to where I got it from."
Pops didn't seem to care.
"My son said you robbed him."
"Well, it wasn't me."
The only reason I followed him back to where his son was waiting was because I knew I wasn't guilty of anything. ...
"Yeah Dad, that's him." ...
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