WHERE HIP-HOP LIVES Hot 97’s turf wars. - by BEN MCGRATH, The New Yorker
She paused, and said, “Let me just say this, O.K.? We talking about the carpenters’
union. The carpenters’ union, if you look at those men up there, is full of nothing other than
gangsters. You should see these people. You can tell them, because they all have pinkie rings on their fingers—you know,
come on. An engineer can’t come up here without—gangster style—three men standing behind him. So it’s, like, the pot can’t call the kettle black. Their mentality is the same as these rappers’. They have to come with their entourage.”