I liked:
Nas and Jay-Z, Rappers
These endlessly feuding rappers should be merged to form one, giant, illiterate organism called Notorious S.U.C.K. Either that, or they should stop pretending and jump into bed together already. In a naked attempt to recapture the marketing magic of the Tupac-Biggie war?only minus the crowd-pleasing deaths of the principals?the two lackluster rappers spent years trading various asinine threats and insults, culminating in Jay-Z?s inspired crack about leaving "condoms in tha baby seat" and Nas? passionate cry, "How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege" [sic]. It was lame if it was all an act. It was even lamer if they were serious.
Cocaine, Drug
Blow comes in and out of fashion on a cycle that only New York magazine editors seem to understand. We?ve nothing against drugs, but the default powder of stockbrokers and dickwads is a pussy?s opt, a boring drug for recreational badasses. Respectable drugs make you feel good about the good parts of life?or at least help you forget the bad parts for a spell. Coke pumps you with false bravado and fake, short-lived fun. And though there?s nothing more satisfying than beating the shit out of an arrogant cokehead who thought himself invincible, we?d just as soon see New York City realize its destiny as a speed town.
And of course
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