What more could be said about Ghostface at this point? The guy epitomizes every single thing this magazine stands for. His musical contributions are unsung, yet unmatched.
If you're anything like me, you weren't a fan of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony when they first came out.
What's it like to be an independent artist and have the music industry's top-seller systematically cock-block your every move? Just ask Domination, a young Queens lyricist that 50 Cent really doesn't want you to hear about.
Duke Da God is guarded by a gigantic macaw.
When you watch a movie like Wild Style, ever ask yourself what those guys are up to now? What happened to the generation of 70s park jams?
M.O.P. are the music industry's biggest bullies, the gun-clapping Ted Nugents of hip-hop.
If there's one thing in the world that will make you believe in karma, it's rap music.
When we were coming up, all our rapper friends were headwrap-clad Five Percenters who read The Final Call. Where did the hate go?
Is it such a surprise that Brooklyn's most disturbing brutality rapper is responsible for a heartrending New York story of redemption?
For those of us who still have the biggest crush on Patra, it's time to move on. Jamaica's got a new rudegal sex goddess.
Ten years after its release, it's time to officially recognize Warren G's "Regulate" as hands-down one of the finest moments in music history.
The unwritten rules of Dancehall.