“Missy (Misdemeanor) Elliott, the twenty-five-year-old hip-hop performer who is energetically redefining the boundaries of rap music, is a singer, a songwriter, an arranger, a producer, and a talent scout. Six months ago, few people outside the music industry had heard of her; six months from now, it will be necessary to pretend that you’ve known about Missy Elliott for years.”
Spins from the DJs at Atlanta’s seminal Magic City strip club can turn nobodies into hip-hop stars.
His health failing and his business in tatters, the head of Death Row Records faces murder charges that could put him away for life.
Previously: Does a Sugar Bear Bite? (Lynn Hirschberg • New York Times Magazine • Jan 1996)
Scott Storch, a producer who earned six figures for beats he made in less than an hour, was worth an estimated $70 million. Then he blew it all in a bizarre cocaine binge.
He went from a viral pop hit to an arrest for conspiracy to murder charges in just under six months. Was Bobby Shmurda “too real” for his label?
360 degree deals and the music industry’s new hostages.
The rapper who never grew up.
Previously: "The Zen of Eminem," Zadie Smith's 2005 profile for Vibe.
“Like they said in Step Brothers: Never lose your dinosaur. This is the ultimate example of a person never losing his dinosaur. Meaning that even as I grew in cultural awareness and respect and was put higher in the class system in some way for being this musician, I never lost my dinosaur.”
The postscript of a viral hit.