In New York, the home of hip-hop, rap is a serious business. It is the capital of the hip-hop ”nation”, which is ruled by the hip-hop ”generation”, whose turf wars are resolved at hip-hop ”summits”, during which the hip-hop ”community” get together to promote and protect hip-hop ”culture”.
In a book published this week, called The New HNIC: The Death of Civil Rights and the Reign of Hip-Hop, Professor Todd Boyd, a hip-hop ”academic”, argues: ”You might get a better read of what’s going on in the world of black people today by listening to DMX on It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot than by listening to repeated broadcasts of Martin Luther King speeches.”
And now, it seems, this self-styled state has got its own police force. The New York Police Department (NYPD) has assigned a team of detectives to patrol the hip-hop nation — studying songs, scrutinising artistic battles, visiting clubs and monitoring business feuds.
Last November Lieutenant Brian Burke, a police spokesperson, told The New York Times that, following the murder of Jam Master Jay, the DJ for Run-DMC, the team was looking for leads in the lyrics, rhymes and criminal connections in the world of rap. Jay was shot in the head on Wednesday October 30 as he sat on a sofa in the lounge of a recording studio in Queens.
When not covering specific cases, the team of six officers act as police liaisons with both the hip-hop world and detectives covering a similar beat in California and Florida. Rappers are rarely found alone, preferring instead to travel in ”crews”, and the detectives also keep track of these entourages, going on alert when two sets of rivals are in town at the same time.
Wary of accusations of racial profiling in a city where four African-Americans were shot by police within the first two days of the year, the NYPD is eager to point out that this is not a unit dedicated to hip-hop. ”We have a team, within the intelligence unit, that monitors the music industry,” said a spokesperson. ”They deal with the music industry as a whole.”
But, scarcely two hours into the new year, rapper 50 Cent, once a protege of the late Jay, was arrested with four other men after police found two loaded guns in their Jeep.
Two days later, federal agents raided the offices of rap mogul Irv Gotti, investigating his connections with a convicted drug dealer. One of hip-hop rapper Lil’ Kim’s entourage was recently sentenced to five years’ probation for the wounding of an unarmed man in Brooklyn 18 months ago.
In New York this is business as usual. The recent arrests, raids and sentencing have scarcely raised an eyebrow — only the hip-hop academic made the front pages.
This is not a particularly comforting fact. It suggests a society, if not a nation, in which the connections between criminality and culture have become banal and where most have become inoculated against any indignation at the fact that those links exist.
Certainly, rap, much like, say, capoeira, is adversarial in its nature a means of battling (with lyrics) without bruising. Every Friday on Black Entertainment Television — the cable channel where former Senate leader Trent Lott asked African-Americans for forgiveness — two challengers face off in a 30-second freestyle rap contest. ”Any battles I was involved in were purely rap battles,” recalls LL Cool J. ”It was just about the art and the sport of hip-hop.”
Then there is the money. In the Unites States black urban culture dominates youth culture, and youth culture generates huge amounts of money. Rap’s edgy reputation helps sell records. ”Record companies know how to take advantage of the sizzle,” says Andre Harrell, CEO of Uptown Records.
Place all this in a country where black men are six times more likely to be murdered than whites and where one in three young black men are either in jail, on parole or on probation, and you have a potentially explosive cocktail.
Hip-hop has always drawn much of its creative energy from the underworld. Take the names of the record labels — Death Row, Murder Inc, Bad Boy — or the style: wearing trousers that fall from the waist comes from prison, where inmates are not allowed to wear belts. If American legislators were serious about stopping the violence associated with rap music, they might start with the gun laws and penal system that create the reality reflected in the lyrics.
”America,” says rapper Jamal ”Shyne” Barrow, ”I am just what you made me. Young, black and fucking crazy.” But while it is true that America did not give Shyne many options, no more did it make him take a gun into a New York nightclub three years ago and fire it, seriously injuring innocents, for which he was sent to prison for 10 years. Nor did it make Sean ”Puffy” Combs beat a producer senseless with a champagne bottle, or the late Tupac claim in his lyrics that he slept with Notorious BIG’s wife.
But within the hip-hop community itself there is a vocal reformist wing. These are people who love the music but hate the violence and misogyny and, unlike the occasional censorious legislator, have credibility with their audience. Public Enemy’s Chuck D is constantly calling on rappers to live up to their potential rather than down to expectations. ”Hip-hop has got to look itself in the mirror. It is fomenting too much negativity out here,” he says. ”My attitude is that hip-hop and rap can go to hell if they don’t help us progress as a people.”
It is precisely for this reason that so many African-American politicians and civil rights leaders are so keen to engage with the hip-hop community. They understand what so many of rap’s critics refuse to acknowledge — that its power to influence could be harnessed to great, positive effect.
”There is a major struggle in rap between capitalism and radical democratic politics,” says Manning Marable, a professor in the African-American department at Columbia University. ”Until now, the corporations have been winning that struggle.” Which side the NYPD will find itself on, and with what results, remains to be seen. — Â