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Yo, what cats really understand about the street legends, names like Killer Ben? Fort Greene's very own Killer Ben? My man was taking every single rapper you could name for their chains and their paper, doing all sorts of wild reckless moves. For years when this dude was moving through the scene, brothers were terrified straight through the 80s and deep into the 90s. But as history keeps rolling and times get stranger and weaker, people lose memory of cats like this. Most names heads seem to hold onto is Alpo, Rich Porter, and maybe a few more. At least Rakim immortalized Ben in his rhymes and all over that Don't Sweat the Technique album artwork. The only other cat I ever caught shouting out Killer Ben in bars was Tragedy, spitting "fitted with Killer Ben and the real 50 men." He also showed up in that book Queens Reigns Supreme. In the prison system, old school NYC thorough brothers remembered Ben crystal clear though. I'm certain we gonna be hearing tales about that infamous 95 Source Awards till the end of time. But you hear the one about some young boy from Bad Boy getting his chain violated? Word is, Biggie had somebody body the cat that did the violation. According to this confidential street informant, there was a straight robbery at the Source Awards and them having that never made it to police reports. A dude named Zach rolling with Biggie and the Bad Boy movement had his gold chain taken off his neck. They got information that Ben O'Garrot, also known as Killer Ben, the notorious shooter from Myrtle Avenue in North Brooklyn had involvement in that situation. Not long after that, Killer Ben caught bullets from a 40 caliber pistol while he was talking at a payphone outside his Myrtle Avenue territory, the Walt Whitman housing projects. Street informants was saying Ben's murder was retaliation for that robbery, with Biggie putting the contract out. Some heads were probably shocked Ben was even out of the cage. It's questionable if anyone was shocked by how he got taken out though. He had been paroled after doing six and a half years for the 1988 attempted murder of a police officer around those same projects in Fort Greene. Back in those days, crack dealers like Killer Ben had turned the area into a straight war zone. One innocent casualty of those wars was Ben's three-year-old brother Ben Shokka Williams, who got killed after gunmen sprayed the family apartment door with hot ones on July 26, 1990. Killer Ben was sitting in an upstate prison cell when it happened. The real target was Ben's brother Jerome, who was caught up in a drug-related conflict with the shooters. The little boy's killing became the symbol of that wave of children getting caught in the crossfire between heavy armed drug crews that summer. It pushed city officials to launch a historic program hiring thousands of police officers under a program they called Safe City Safe Streets. While the program put in place by former Mayor David Dinkins allowed the police department to make major progress cutting down street crime, when Killer Ben got paroled, his comeback to Fort Greene meant it was business as usual. Investigators said his murder is connected to a turf war being fought between two factions for control of the drug operation in those projects, two other murders have been connected to the conflict. Killer Ben, who once used a four-year-old boy as a human shield when shots got fired at him in 1988, was standing by himself at the payphone on Myrtle Avenue when two men rolled up about 11:10 PM, police said. One pulled out a 40-caliber semi-automatic pistol and hit Ben five times in the torso and right leg. He was pronounced dead at Brooklyn Hospital. Despite his street name, Killer Ben was never convicted of a body. His parole on the attempted murder conviction would have ended in the year 2001. Domensio Benson was born at St. Mary's Hospital on Buffalo Avenue in Brooklyn, New York, and came up as a mischievous child in the section of Weeksville Gardens. His aunt Sharon remembered how he was a dependable helping hand during his young years. Ben Sincere had multiple brothers but lost a younger one in his childhood after the boy tragically drowned in a bathtub. Benson's close friend Claude broke down how this situation traumatized Domensio deeply and how whenever he checked on him, Benson seemed depressed but tried meditating through music. Benson was the target of jokes in his neighborhood because he was considered a regular light-skinned pretty boy. But real talk to his reputation, he did have a track record of pulling females. Ben Sincere's stepfather Norman was protective of him, though the boy didn't appreciate the idea of seeming incapable of handling situations himself. Some have thought this motivated Benson's activities in the streets as a youth. He came up in an era among heavyweight names in Brooklyn's history, cats like Lou Hobbes, who recently came back home, Frank Nitty, Anthony Onear, Monk, Rambo, Ambo, Kendua La, Rasoon, Homicide, who was blamed for giving 50 Cent the infamous nine gunshots and also was a close friend of Mike Tyson's. His circle of associates was composed of figures focused on getting to the money just as much as he was. A man named Pop, who was also from Weeksville Gardens, put Domensio and some friends onto selling crack. The two formed a partnership which thoroughly introduced Benson to the game. By the mid-1980s, Domensio had a steady position in the drug trade alongside many other prominent New York figures in that decade. However, unlike most who tried distributing narcotics, Benson ascended to a kingpin status that saw him moving around other high rollers from his borough like Kendua La, as well as other top tier hustlers throughout the city. Ex-drug dealer Jimmy Henchman, responsible for 2Pac's shooting at Quad in 94, recalled meeting Domensio and witnessing firsthand how Benson was basically considered royalty in Flatbush. Domensio, nicknamed Montana, once had an altercation with infamous stick-up kid Kelvin 50 Cent Martin. The incident occurred at the Empire Roller Skating Center, where Martin had a hostile exchange with Benson outside the rink. Once inside, the two engaged in a fight supposedly caused by Kelvin trying to rob Domensio. During the subsequent scuffle, 50 Cent was severely beaten down but managed to cut Benson's face just before fleeing. Apparently the adrenaline kept Domensio from noticing his face was sliced until he heard women screaming. The nickname Montana was created out of respect for Domensio, in recognition of how people regarded him around the block of 1600 Montana Avenue in Washington, DC. It represented his almost untouchable presence, which confidently dared anyone to test him anywhere. The name of Montana Benson rang bells through the Eastern Seaboard's network of flashy hustlers and crooks. He was recognized for consistently being fly, wearing custom pieces in luxury and streetwear styles. His friend Claude claimed he was the first one in their hood he knew with a sheepskin bomber jacket. And above all else, Domensio was well known for his affinity for the brand Fila. In an age where people feared looking too expensive, Benson casually flexed wherever he was. Domensio had two children with his girl Cindy, who was a close friend of Mike Tyson's younger sister Jackie Rowe. Domensio was said to have loved Cindy's headstrong attitude and wild tendency to fight. The beginning of Benson's inevitable downfall began as he stretched his drug operation down South through Virginia and into Washington, DC, where competition awaited him. At this time in 1991, notorious Harlem informant Albert Alpo Martinez had relocated to DC after murdering his former associate Rich Porter. Martinez and his partner Big Head Gary encountered a lot of friction when they tried to set up shop drug dealing in the District of Columbia. Many locals, including big names like Michael Fray Salters, pushed back against Alpo's attempts at expansion. Martinez used dirty tactics to eliminate competitors who threatened his narcotics business, including hiring people's own men to assassinate them. As he tried to narrow down those he felt intimidated by, Domensio began putting pressure on Alpo's neck. Benson made a habit of extorting Alpo out of drug kilos and money, which Martinez soon grew tired of. But the beginning of the bitter end was triggered by Domensio messing around with a woman in DC who just so happened to be Alpo's fiancée. Domensio supposedly hit the woman once after an argument and she proceeded to inform Alpo of the man that assaulted her. After a confrontation between the two, Martinez realized he'd been disrespected in the worst way possible. Alpo put the word out on the streets that Montana's days were numbered. In January of 1992, Domensio Benson was riding through the District when Alpo's hitmen caught up with him. Shots rang out, hitting Montana multiple times. He was rushed to the hospital where he clung to life for a few days before succumbing to his wounds. Word spread quick through Brooklyn that Montana was gone, that the untouchable kingpin had been touched down in hostile territory far from home. Cindy lost the father of her children. His aunt Sharon lost a nephew she'd watched grow into a man. The streets lost one of their most legendary figures. Whether it was Killer Ben taking chains at the Source Awards or Montana building an empire from Weeksville to DC, these were the names that defined an era. These were the cats who lived by the code of the streets and died by it too. They moved weight, they flexed heavy, they tested themselves against the realest competition the game had to offer. But in the end, the game don't care about your reputation or your swagger. The game takes everybody down eventually. The legacy of NY Goons like Killer Ben and Montana Benson lives on in the bars of rappers, in the stories old heads tell in prison cells, and in the collective memory of a generation that witnessed the raw power and brutal consequences of street life at its peak. These weren't just hustlers and stick-up kids—they were legends who carved their names into New York's underworld history, and though the years have passed and the streets have changed, their names will forever echo through the concrete and the boroughs they once controlled, serving as a stark reminder that in this game, glory is fleeting and the cost of playing is always higher than you think.