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Yo what's good evil streets family, y'all already know we back at it with another joint. Mad love to everybody watching and subscribing, special shout to all the channel members holding it down. If you feeling the content make sure you smash that like and subscribe button. That's what keeps the channel moving so I can keep blessing y'all with these videos. Every single beat y'all hearing in these videos and shorts, that's all me, produced by yours truly. So if anybody interested in any of the production y'all hearing on this channel, hit us up at evil streets media at gmail.com. That goes for anybody looking to push their music or their business too. Holla at me and we can work something out. We started dropping these episodes on Spotify's podcasts too. So anybody can just tune in on whatever device while you driving or out there trapping. Link right there in the description. I'm launching a Patreon too where I'll be dropping extended videos with deeper dives into this shit so keep your eyes open for that. Also anybody just looking to support the channel in general you can throw a dollar or a million dollars to our cash app evil streets tv. Every single cent donated gets invested right back into the channel. Make sure to drop a comment if you do so I can give you a shout out on the next video. Aight I kept y'all waiting long enough let's get into this gangster shit. Enjoy the show. Loyalty over everything. Murder ink records and Kenneth supreme magriff. Queens New York. This whole story starts with two cats from similar backgrounds just moving on totally different paths. One a certified street legend ran the crack game out in Jamaica. Queens during the mid to late 80s and had his name ringing bells all across the whole NYC. The other an ambitious DJ who came up learning the game from run DMC then leveled up into a producer engineer, def jam A and R and eventually a label boss in his own right. Now people been talking for years about that whole supreme murder ink come up. Some of that talk is straight cap. One myth is that Kenneth supreme magriff helped Irv gotti rise up. Now that was Irv moving on his own grind. The media tried painting murder ink like it was bankrolled by drug money and even blamed supreme for the whole G unit beef. But real ones know it was Irv's loyalty that brought all that heat down on him and the label. Irv was tight with legends from both the streets and the booth. But his real come up came from talent straight up. Son had the ear, the hustle and the vision to move heavy in the music game. Irv was tapped in with three major forces, supreme from the supreme team, Jay-Z and D-Dine from Rough Riders. That triangle played a major part in everything Irv built. And while Irv was making big plays the story that usually gets told doesn't show none of that love. Instead, people been trying to throw dirt on his name, ignoring all the moves he made that changed the game. Irv was a hollis, Queens dude through and through and he fell in love with the turntables early. DJing, scratching, chopping, that's what gave DJ Irv his spark. That sound? It became the backdrop for mad street stories. He came up in that wild era where hip hop and the crack game collided head on and Irv was smack in the middle of it all. When people talk about Jamaica, Queens and the street scene, certain names always come up. You gonna hear about Fat Cat, Papy Mason, The Bebo's, The Corlys and of course, the supreme team. Those names are stitched into the fabric of that era, right when hip hop was blowing up. The 80s in Queens was a crazy time. Hip hop legends were coming out the borough like waves. Run DMC, Eric B, Kool G-Rap, Roxanne Chante, DJ Hurricane, LL Cool J, Salt and Pepa, just to name a few. But the streets were just as loud. The same drug lords the rappers grew up watching were the ones influencing the movement. They were the blueprint for both hustle and survival. Crack had the city in a chokehold. Money was coming in stupid fast. Cats was making stacks in hours off $10 hits, $5 vials, some even three. Every corner in Jamaica, Queens had fire and the crews. They were built like businesses. Ten to twelve hour shifts, chain of command, and a whole round table of bosses making power moves. Fat Cat was said to sit at the top, with straight up killers and shot callers in the mix. These were the dudes who became street folklore. By the mid 80s, the crack wave had turned into a tsunami. Crews with sharp handlers, runners, lookouts, lieutenants, everybody played a part in a million dollar engine. And even cats who didn't know Supreme personally were out here claiming the team, just off the strength of that name. Crack hit in 85 and the city lost its mind, said Bimmy, a Supreme team OG. Yo, I saw everybody come through, cops, firemen, lawyers, dudes on the corner, all of them chasing that high. The Supreme team held down Baisley projects right off Guy R Brewer Boulevard. Kenneth supreme McGriff born September 19th, 1960. Built his squad like a general. He had real hitters, Big C, Puerto Rican Righteous, Courtney Greened-born, Baby Wise, Jeff Dog, Seagod, Black Just, and his nephew Prince. That was the foundation of a movement that left a permanent stamp on the streets and the culture. Supreme was well respected. Yeah he might have been short in height, but in Queens, Prem stood tall like a New York Giant. Real charismatic, always thinking three steps ahead, and had a seat at the round table with the other big dogs moving heavy weight in Queens. Prem was the kind of dude you could approach. He led with love, gave respect, and got that same energy back. The Supreme team, man, that name rang bells all through Queens. Prem made sure his people was good. They looked the part too, fly gear, fresh kicks, big chains, straight gangster meets hip hop royalty. Prem rewarded his workers real nice and was loved all over Queens. He even set up a whole basketball league. Supreme and other top dealers had their own squads with custom jerseys, balling at baisley projects for bragging rights and the crown. Back then, Queens was a mashup of rappers, hoopers, and hustlers. It wasn't uncommon to see them all in the same mix. Rappers like the Albino twins and DJs like Grandmaster Vic would drop tracks shouting out Prem. Songs like Coke Adds Life. That era, the dealers had more clout than the rappers. Artists looked up to them, dressed like them, rocked the same ice, moved with the same swagger. All the dealers had that juice, money, style, cars, women, everything. Prem and his squad, they was those dudes. Kings of the hood. At its height, the Supreme team was clocking 200 bands a day. But with all that money and fame, the streets started whispering. Truth lies and everything in between, fuel for the feds to build a case. And trust, the cops had it out for Prem. They was on him heavy. He got knocked in 85. Feds found 80 plus pounds of work, straps, and over 35K in cash at a stash house tied to the team. But Prem made bail and stayed out. Even while the law was trying to build something stronger. And even behind bars, he was still running things in baisley. That's the kind of weight he carried. By 87, Prem was out again, fighting the case with top tier lawyers. Even after catching a sentence, he caught a break. His conviction got flipped on a technicality. But the feds weren't letting go. That October, they blitzed baisley and took him and some of the crew down. Jamaica Queens was in a dark place back then. Crack had the hood in a chokehold. From 84 to 88, the murder rate was through the roof. Beef over blocks, bodies dropping. Kids and bystanders getting caught in the madness. Fat cat, who ran the roundtable, had the streets shook. Straight savage moves, even bodying his baby moms for moving dirty. But the wildest hit, rookie cop Edward Byrne in 1988, allegedly ordered by Papi Mason and his crew. That made national news. The war on drugs turned into a full blown manhunt. Feds started throwing the book at anybody tied to a crew. Five grams of crack got you a dime. Life bids were getting handed out like food stamps. Whole squads flipped and started snitching. The game was changing and the streets were collapsing under federal pressure.

By the early 90s, the crack epidemic had peaked and started falling off. The feds had dismantled most of the major organizations. Fat Cat caught a life sentence. Papy Mason went down. The Bebo's got arrested. The Corlys scattered. And Supreme? He caught federal charges again in 1989 with a massive indictment. This time they wasn't playing around. They had witnesses, they had wiretaps, they had everything locked down tight. Prem spent years fighting it out in the courts but the walls was closing in. By 1995, Kenneth supreme magriff took a guilty plea and got sentenced to life without parole. That was the end of an era right there. The Supreme team was done. The streets had changed. But while the old guard was getting locked up, a new wave was rising up out of that same concrete. Irv Gotti was making moves in the music industry. Murder Inc was building something different. Instead of drug money and street beefs, it was about records, talent, and changing the culture through music. Irv learned from everything he witnessed growing up. He saw the respect, the loyalty, the structure. He took those principles and built an empire in hip hop. Murder Inc became the hottest label in the late 90s and early 2000s. Ashanti, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent before the beef, The Game early on, Ja Rule at his peak. That label was moving serious weight in the music game. And yeah, the feds tried to paint it all as drug money and street connections, but Irv built that through pure talent acquisition and production genius. He had the ear. He understood what the streets wanted to hear and he delivered it. The connection between Supreme and Irv, yeah it was real. They knew each other. They respected each other. But the narrative that Supreme bankrolled Murder Inc? That's exaggerated. Irv was already moving in the music game on his own. He came up through Def Jam, worked with Run DMC, built his reputation as a producer and engineer. The streets and the booth was always connected in Queens but they was moving on parallel lines, not the same line.

What's wild is how the media and the feds used that connection to try and bring everything down. When the G Unit beef got hot, when 50 Cent and Ja Rule was at war, the feds saw an opportunity. They started digging into Irv's background, looking for any connection to street activity. They wanted to paint Murder Inc as a criminal enterprise. And when they couldn't find the evidence they needed, they started using informants and witnesses. By 2005, Irv Gotti and some of his associates got arrested on racketeering charges. The whole thing was wild. They was saying Murder Inc was operating like a street organization, moving drugs through the label, all kinds of wild accusations. But when it went to trial, the case fell apart. Irv beat the charges. The jury saw through it. The feds overreached trying to connect dots that wasn't really there. They wanted to take down the whole label but the evidence just wasn't strong enough. Still, the damage was done to the reputation. The label started falling off. The heat was too much. Artists started distancing themselves. The momentum they had in the early 2000s was gone.

Kenneth supreme magriff died in prison in 2010. He spent the last fifteen years of his life locked up, watching from a cell as the world moved on. Irv Gotti survived the federal charges but Murder Inc never got back to its peak. The connection between the Supreme team and Murder Inc, it's more complicated than people want to believe. Yeah, Irv came up around those street legends. Yeah, Supreme had respect for what Irv was doing in music. But they was playing different games. One was built on the crack trade and street dominance. The other was built on hip hop and cultural influence. Both required loyalty, both required vision, both required understanding how to move weight and handle pressure. But only one could stand the test of time in the legitimate world.

The legacy of Murder Inc is complicated. Ja Rule became one of the biggest artists of the 2000s. Ashanti changed the game for female rappers. The production, the sound, the direction of hip hop got influenced by what Irv was doing. But it's always gonna be tied to those street connections, those accusations, that federal heat. That's the cost of coming up where he came from and knowing who he knew. And the legacy of Kenneth supreme magriff is locked away in prison history and street lore. A legend from an era that birthed both hip hop and the crack epidemic. Two things that shaped America's culture forever. Prem was a street king in his time, no disrespect to that. But the system was bigger than him. The war on drugs was designed to take down anybody moving serious weight in the hood. Supreme team fell like they all eventually did. But the impact they had on the culture, on Queens, on hip hop, that's eternal. Irv Gotti tried to take those lessons and build something in the legitimate world. He mostly succeeded. Murder Inc changed the sound of hip hop and made millions. But no matter how much success Irv achieved in the music industry, he could never completely shake the ghosts of his past or the streets that raised him. That's the real story right there. Two cats from Queens, two different paths, same DNA of hustling, loyalty, and vision. One became a street legend locked up for life. The other became a music mogul who beat the feds but couldn't escape the narrative. Both left marks on the culture that'll never fade. That's the legacy of Murder Inc and the Supreme team. Loyalty over everything, even when everything's trying to bring you down.