I became a rap music fan in 1979 when the Sugarhill Gang released “Rapper’s Delight.” I was also a fan of groups like Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five and Afrika Bambaataa & Soulsonic Force. Although those groups did great records, I could not relate to them as much as I could relate to three guys out of Queens, N.Y., who looked like the older homies from around my block—black hats, black leather jackets and that confident attitude.
The first time I heard “It’s Like That” I almost had a seizure it was so good, and on the B-side it was “Sucker M.C.’s.” My homie Sammy Dennis wore out his speakers playing that song relentlessly on repeat. By 1983 Run-DMC released their second single, “Hard Times” and “Jam-Master Jay.” Then I knew there was a God and I had found my new favorite group.
Run-DMC were the first group that I obsessed over. Their debut album, Run-D.M.C., was the first album I ever saved up to buy with my own money. As a matter of fact, me and my friend Ronnie bought the record together. I would keep it four days; he would keep it three days. Our parents thought we were crazy when we took all the shoestrings out of our shoes.
Run was my favorite MC. I thought he had 1,000 percent more swagger than any rapper of today. Ronnie loved DMC’s voice. He said nobody could ever sound like the Devastating Mic Controller. I remember the day that Dr. Dre played me the Raising Hell album. We knew we had to step our game up.
Run-DMC took hip-hop to rock star status. They showed us how to do everything, especially how to perform with songs like “Here We Go.” They showed us if you had a dope DJ you “didn’t need no band,” and that rappers from the hood could be the Kings of Rock too. I wouldn’t be a rapper today if Run-DMC didn’t show me how to do it with class.
In 1985 I went around to every movie theater I could find looking for a movie called Krush Groove because Run-DMC were in it. In 1987 I saw them perform in Phoenix. After the show we went by their hotel and DMC needed a ride to the store. After buying a 40 oz with DMC, I thought I died and went to heaven.
A few years back I had a bucket list moment when BET asked me to do a cypher with my two sons and Run with his two sons. There’s nothing like sharing a rooftop in Brooklyn and a little alone time with one of my heroes. I had a chance to thank him for inspiring me to be great and showing me that it’s cool to rap about the world around you.
It’s been a blessing getting to know these guys over the years as one of their peers. I remember when someone said hip-hop was dead. I didn’t believe them until I heard that they killed Jam Master Jay. Then I believed them.
A part of hip-hop died that night, but the spirit lives on. I will always love and be totally indebted to and grateful to the phenomenal Kings from Queens, Run-DMC.



