1. I lost my boy Black, he had got a brain tumor or something like that .....Kevi Kev's big brother off Monticello. He passed the torch to Kev and Kev been holdin it down since. He the only nicca I know that has had Monticello on lock since we was youngnz. I watched this dude go from bein the first in tha hood with a Yamaha moped....to kitted out volvo's then came the real estate. Your brother woulda been proud of you. Especially since they tell me you out of the game now and stackin that legal paper.

  2. I lost my boy lil red.....we was just together that night and he was tellin me how he was up in tha heights tryna find a car to steal when tha cops pulled him and the kid Dex over but didnt find anything, so they let him go....that next day this dude steals a car, gets in a high speed chase with the police and goes under a trailer of a tractor trailer truck. When they cut away the hood of the car, his head was in the back seat and body still in the front. He was only 16 years old.

  3. I lost my boy Rah Tel at the hands of my homeboy Scottie B. Me and Scottie B ran together bac in the day in the "Demon Crew" We was every bit of 50 deep. We had Demons chapter 1 and 2, and 3. we had the Minature Demons (mostly Monticello youngnz) and we had the Demon Females. When we possied up we backed up traffic all along Jackson Ave. Banging up anything that got in tha way. If you blew ya horn we snatched you ass outta the car window and sent u to the hospital. Dont judge me, this is when i was a kid and this is the world I was put in....anyway Rah Tel wasnt even playin the streets like that. He was this cock diesel dude who lived down the street on one of the blocks I hustled on, but he would come up to the corner and get drunk and high wit us. This dude when he was drunk, kid u not would snatch the dayum stop signs outta the concrete ground! Him and my boy Bowie from off of Stegman used to hang tight. Anyway Rah Tel at the club drunk n my nicca Scotty B was playin the bouncer, things got outta hand and Scottie B put a knife in him. Another one of my dudes gone.

  4. I lost my girl Ronnie...She used to work for me, the crazy part is that she lived next door to Rah Tel, this happened before I could've even imagined that Rah Tel would be killed. I asked Rah Tel where Ronnie at because she aint been to work in a minute. He told me I dont know but they got a strong ass smell comin outta that house. I went down there at night and the lights was cut off, her boyfriend (who was strung on drugs) was in there with a few candles lit. He was acting all nervous. He was tryna sell me n my dude Twin a .22 rifle. I told him that thing is long as hell and too weak to mess with. I asked him where Ronnie at? He was like, he dont know. So we left, next night I come out on the block and Rah Tell tellin me that there was a big fire at Ronnie house. When the firemen went in they found Ronnie all cut up in plastic bags and her man had turned on all the gas on the oven then put a wire noose around his neck and lit a cigarette lighter. They found him hangin burned up.

  5. My girl Sherry lived out in East Orange, she was like a lil cuzzo to me because me and her uncles was in job corp together. She used to come out on the block and I'd take her down to the court and school her on her hoop game. She was a rising star at East Orange High. She lived right down the street from the singer Whitney Houston. Whitney Houston brother Gary was one of my biggest and best customers. Back then he had a jetta, he told me Whitney won't give him any money, just pay his bills. He tried to sell me her gold album plaques. He had them because he said his wife was Whitneys road manager or something like that. The crazy part about it is back then he used to tell me Whitney was dead set against drugs, dayum how times change. Anyway back to my lil cuzzo Sherry, she had trophy cases full of trophies. She was on her way! Her moms was handicapped and in a wheel chair and one day tha house caught on fire. She made it out then realized her mother wasnt outside, she began screamin "WHERE MY MOTHER! WHERE MY MOTHER!! She bust through the fire men and ran into the burning building to save her moms. She never came back out. They both burned up in the fire. She used to record movies and let me borrow the tapes, I still have a bunch of them I keep as a memory of her till this day. She used to do graffiti all over them, so everybody knew they were her tapes. At the funeral they had a lovely basketball bouquet that looked like a real spalding basketball. That one gut punched me the most out of all these deaths, because she was truely made of innocence and gave her life trying to save another.

  6. My boy Cotey got shot and killed by some punk nicca. Tha nicca had no street creds, jus some bitch nicca that got scared because Cotey picked wit him. Tha thing is, Cotey had a bad rep, not for killin dudes but for beating em up and then keep picking with them every time he saw them. So if you lost a fight to him then when you see him its round 2 or 3 or 4. Being real, Cotey wasn't even out there like that either. He was one of them dudes that was trying to get a education. I used to watch this dude hang with gay dudes (the pitch black twin boys from lincoln High School) and I watched him running around with a paddle talking about pledging for fraternity's. I didn't even know what a fraternity was back then. Anyway, the dude got scared n jus shot him dead.





  1. I lost my dude Lep, he was part of the Demon Crew too, he was wild as hell. I remember when he bitched tha kid Biz Markie (the rapper) Biz used to try and hang out in Jersey City and he messed around and let Lep check out his Biz Markie 4 finger ring..lol Biz was like aiight yo let me get my ring I'm about ta bounce.... Lep was like "what u all up on me for? U better bounce up off me!" Biz was lookin like a sad puppy jus standin there..so we was like yo give tha nicca his shit..Lep said fuc him so a few of the niccas had ta snatch lep up n take it from him and give Biz bac his ring...that was tha last we saw of Biz in Jersey City. Lep was like that though. I seen tha nicca do things to people that the average person would have nightmares about and throw up for days jus thinkin of the blood n guts. He was a trooper.

  2. We lost the kid Sherman from Montgomery projects, I didn't really know him like that but I had just met the dude standing there laughing and talking with my cuzzo Mike B from Brooklyn. He was talkin about how he was about to put Montgomery Projects on lock...few days later Mike comes telling me dude got shanked and was dead.

  3. I lost my boy X man from off of Ocean He went wit my manz FuQuan daughter. FuQuan owns the store on the corner of Ocean n Wegman. FuQuan is tha comedian/actor Flex Alexander pops. X man was tha first kid I saw wit a kitted up BMW, tha car was hot ta death. Candy apple red. Somebody shot him up, till this day they dont know who. What peeps do know is that he was supposed to testify against my dude Peter Barnes. X Man was gonna snitch in court that Pete paid him to fill a state witness against him full of holes. That's what Pete told us out on the block one day. Peter Barnes owned the rappers "double x possi" which was one of pete's nicknames "double x" If you wanna see these dudes, you can find their videos on youtube, Pete in the videos as well. Anyway Pete had 50 charges on him and was still walkin the bricks. The media put Pete in the Jersey Journal newspaper wonderin why the hell he was still walkin the streets with 50 charges under his belt. They speculated that he had the police in his pockets. They even labeled him the kingpin of Jersey City lol! We knew that was bull, but leave it to the media.

  4. My boy Paris from Currie Woods..last I saw of him was on tha hood of his candy apple red Volvo, him and his girlfriend Lisa was smashed up against it muggin each other down. I told them they need ta take that mess in the house or telle or somethin....next thing I know, they tellin me he got shot up on some out of town Virginia beef.

  5. I lost my boy Darius from East Orange. He was a youungin off one of my spots I had on lock out in East Orange. He and a coupla the headz from tha block set up shop in Virginia. They brought night clubs and was doing it big. They kept tryna convince me that Virginia was where it's at. To us back then Virginia was the country and I wasn't tryna get locked up in some country ass hick town. Anyway they got into it wit them dudes down there and Daruiu got shot up.

  6. My boy No Respect got killed. 1 to da head n it was a wrap. Right on Baby Monticello outside tha fish store. He was part of the Demon Crew too. Just like that, gone.

  7. I met tha kid Jam Master J once.. he was onstage in Jersey City signin autographs n tha kid Hurricane that was wit him starts dissin one of the "Demon Females" my girl Sighese.....she was known for droppin girls like a nicca. Any of us who had a problem wit a female we jus tap her on tha shoulder and tha Demon females was on it. Anyway so this nicca up there invitin her to his dic...we rushed tha stage n beat his ass down lovely. Jam Master was like thas what his ass get for disrespectin. So I didnt know him know him...but tha nicca was chill so peace goes out ta him n his fam.

  8. I lost my boy Trouble from off of Monticello Ave. He was another one of those dudes that wasn't hood but got caught up in some bull. I could've sworn this dude was gonna go pro in football or something. He was a good dude. He played for Lincoln High School. I never went to any of the games, that wasn't me back then. But people would tell me about how nice this dude was on the field. Truth be told I don't know what happened to the whole dayum football team because later on all them niccas was out on Monticello playin like hustlers. Anyway I ran into my homegirl Charlene who was Trouble girlfriend and she told me he got into a shoot out with some kid and they put each other to bed, in other words, they killed each other.

  9. I lost my boy Harry Love, he was cool peoples. He wasn't even out on the bricks like that. He was the dude that always popped up wit a blunt and sparkin up. I was in job corp when I got the word that some dudes came to his door step and shot him dead. Then later on they realized they killed the wrong dude, so whoever killed him left a note for his moms saying sorry they shot the wrong one. They wanted to kill his brother, Reggie.

  10. I lost my Uncle Heartbeat. They tell me he went on a vacation and when he got back he was real sick and from there it was a wrap. He wasn't really my Uncle but he was in his 20's when I was just startin High School. He stepped to me one day and though he was bigger than me I met him head on so he backed up a lil and started laughing and said to his boys (The puma boys) "the nicca got heart" and since that day he labeled me his nephew. Dudes in Jersey City know his rep. Him and J U (not the lil nicca off Monticello...the real JU who got hit wit charges for puttin shots in the headz of those dudes from Brooklyn) they used to go around playing a game of seein who they could knock out with one blow. So if you was in they path, you was hit. His brother Shavon..my other Uncle. He was like the nicca Omar off the show "The Wire" Niccas just would give up the stash bac in the day. The nicca might as well be dead to me too. He strung out on that pipe now.