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The city's murder rate was cracking past 5,000 bodies a year, and that's real talk—all because mad violent crews was warring over corners to push that product. We talking about some of the most dangerous sets America ever seen at the time, and the heads running these operations was some of the most cold-blooded shot-callers to ever breathe. Today we continuing this series, diving deep into the tales of the most ruthless goons New York ever produced, starting with Howard Pappy Mason. The saga of the Supreme Team, a Black narcotics trafficking crew that ran Jamaica Queens in the 1980s and 1990s, begins with Howard Pappy Mason and Lorenzo Fatcat Nichols. The Supreme Team was responsible for flooding New York City streets with a crazy amount of that crack cocaine during the epidemic that gripped the 80s. The Supreme Team had everybody shook but earned respect throughout the New York underworld while Mason and Nichols' massive drug operation was generating millions in profit every year. Fatcat and Nichols controlled a whole network of dealers and muscle, and their reach stretched way past Queens borders. But the reign of Pappy Mason and Fatcat Nichols came crashing down with the murder of 22-year-old police officer Edward Bern. From behind prison walls on gun charges, Mason green-lit the 1988 murder of Bern, who was posted up protecting a witness in a drug case against Mason. This bold move shocked New York City and brought increased heat from law enforcement on Mason and Nichols. A month after Edward Bern got hit, Mason caught seven years in prison on the gun charges. The feds kept investigating Mason for the Bern killing. On December 11, 1989, Mason got knocked on federal charges, including the murder of officer Bern. After four years of legal back and forth, including questions about Mason's mental state, he caught a life sentence in 1994. Mason started doing his life bid at ADX Florence Supermax Facility in Florence, Colorado, and eventually got transferred around 2015 to USP Allenwood. The murder of Edward Bern not only caused Mason's downfall but also marked the beginning of the end for Fatcat Nichols. Law enforcement agencies turned up their pressure to dismantle the Supreme Team, and Nichols eventually got locked up in 1993 and hit with a series of drug-related charges. While sitting in jail waiting for trial, he got murdered by a fellow inmate allegedly as payback for a gang-related hit that Nichols had ordered. Mason and Nichols' collapse marked the end of an era in New York City's criminal underworld. The Supreme Team's power faded, and many of its members, including Kenneth Supreme McGriff, got arrested and locked down. But the Papi Mason and Fatcat Nichols era left a major impact on New York City, and you still feel it today with rappers like Nas making references to the Papi Mason and Fatcat Nichols era. Let's break down the story of King Blood. His government name is Luis Felipe, but in these streets he was known as King Blood and had a whole army moving on his word. Homey came straight outta Havana, Cuba. Got caught up in that 1980 Mariel boat lift when Castro was trying to purge what he called the undesirables. Felipe was one of them. Felt like he was stuck in the ocean, not knowing if he was gonna survive. By the early 80s, he landed in Chicago. He got his hustle on, working at Arlington Park, but it wasn't long before he connected with the Latin Kings, and that's where dude really found his calling. They gave him the code, the crown, and the whole structure. Honor, obedience, sacrifice, righteousness, and love, those five points that made up their doctrine. And Felipe, he was fully committed to that life, putting in work, busting his hammer, catching bullets, and taking lives, real ruthless. By 1986, he bounced from Chi-Town and landed in NY, where he built his own empire. Within months, his message was spreading like crazy through the New York State prison system, and eventually hit the streets of Manhattan. Dude had the final say on everything. If you was Latin, you was answering to King Blood. Fast forward to 1994, and the streets was chaotic with bodies dropping. Latin dudes getting murdered in brutal ways like heads missing, bodies wrapped up in carpets. It was chaos. The NYPD and the new mayor was left confused, but it didn't take long for the Department of Corrections to connect the dots. Felipe would say, their fake snitch informants and a TOS must be issued. Felipe was still ordering hits from behind bars, and when the feds figured it out, they slapped him with RICO charges, those heavy conspiracy charges. When all his co-defendants took plea deals, he was the only Latin King to go to trial. By 1997, King Blood got convicted of orchestrating multiple murders while locked up. The judge handed him Life Plus 45 years. On top of that, they placed him in solitary confinement for the rest of his existence. No letters, no visitors, nothing. After the verdict, Felipe stated, You sentenced me to die day by day. Nobody can write to me. Nobody can send money to me. Nobody can care about me no more. Felipe got sent to a state-of-the-art Supermax Federal Prison in Florence, Colorado, a facility that held Ted Kaczynski, the Unabomber, Timothy McVeigh, Ramzi Yousef, and a number of other fairly notorious killers, The Worst of the Worst. Felipe was quoted as saying, I will have a king's patience and not lose hope. We must know when to rest and when to strike. This secret elite organization is made up of great men of honor, courage, boldness, self-respect, pride, and most importantly, silence. Moral of the story. Whether you moving in Cuba, Chicago, or New York, the streets don't change, they'll either build you or destroy you. King Blood, he understood the game, played it till death, and left behind a legacy of honor and violence, moving in silence till the end. Omar Portee. Who was Omar Portee, the co-founder of the Bloods? Omar Portee, born in 1969 in New York, also known as OG Mack, is an American gang leader known for founding the United Blood Nation gang while doing a prison bid on Rikers Island in New York. He controlled an army of prostitutes, drug dealers, and bandits in the Bronx. Mr. Portee has dedicated his life to crime, a New York prosecutor stated. With selling, possessing, and using guns, giving guns to others, ordering hits to execute assault and beat people, or profiting from massive fraud schemes in which hundreds of people lost their identities. He showed his appetite for violence in 1996 when he led a vicious jailhouse attack with a shank carved from a Scrabble game piece on members of a rival gang called The Latin Kings. In 1993, Portee began his criminal career as a robber. At the age of 17, in the early hours of August 16, 1987, he claimed to have witnessed Dion Taylor shoot and kill Terence Joyner in the Bronx. Based on Portee's eyewitness testimony, Taylor got convicted on April 25, 1989, and sentenced to 20 and a half years to life in prison. At the time of his original testimony, Portee was facing multiple charges in New York, stemming from his arrest on August 31, 1987. He faced serious prison time, 16 to 50 years if convicted. Instead, as part of a cooperation agreement, which included his testimony against Dion Taylor, People versus Taylor, Portee was allowed to plead to two to six years for all charged crimes. Two first-degree robbery convictions, received credit for 21 months time served, and was promised a favorable letter to the parole board. He started serving his time on June 9, 1989, and he got released on June 20, 1990. Portee later took back his prior testimony, and Taylor's conviction got vacated in 2004 on appeal. Taylor got released from prison after serving over 10 years. In August 1992, Portee caught two and a half to five years in prison for criminal possession of a weapon in the third degree. He and a fellow inmate Leonard OG Dead Eye McKenzie established the United Blood Nation, initially as a prison gang, while locked up at Rikers Island in 1993. The United Blood Nation would become responsible for spreading gang violence from Los Angeles to New York. On March 12, 1996, Portee launched an attack armed with a shank fashioned from a Scrabble piece on members of the rival Latin Kings gang. Three inmates got slashed in what became one of the most brutal prison assaults ever documented. Portee's violence knew no bounds—he was operating a criminal empire from inside the joint, controlling everything from drug distribution to contract killings. When he finally got released from prison in 1999, he took his organization to the next level, expanding United Blood Nation operations throughout every borough. The gang went from 100 members to over 30,000 in just a few years. They was moving weight, running schemes, and leaving bodies in the streets. By 2001, federal investigators had enough evidence to bring down the whole operation. Portee got indicted on racketeering charges, drug trafficking, and multiple homicides. In 2006, after a lengthy trial, Omar Portee was convicted of running a criminal enterprise and sentenced to life in prison without parole. He's now locked down at a federal penitentiary, still pulling strings, still relevant in the underworld, a living legend behind bars.

These cats—Pappy Mason, King Blood, and Omar Portee—they wasn't just gang members or street hustlers. They was empire builders, strategists, and visionaries in the criminal underworld. They operated with calculated precision, understanding that power ain't just about muscle, it's about loyalty, respect, and control. Their legacies remain etched into the fabric of New York City's criminal history, studied by both law enforcement and those still moving in the game. The streets of New York will forever remember these goons—not as heroes, but as cautionary tales of ambition without limits and the inevitable price paid when you build your empire on violence and blood. Their names echo through prison cells and corner conversations, reminding everyone that the game takes everything—your freedom, your life, your very humanity. And that's the real story of New York's most ruthless goons.