What does it take to get back the old Mobb? Do we have to take them back to their late teen years, when the hunger was tough, or rewind to where New York City looked like a litter box? Maybe all of this remodeling and gentrification is getting to the best of us.
Skip the nasty NYC imagery and fast forward into the new millennium. So far it's been money, money, money. Money falling out the sky, money falling off the stripper pole. This is the kind of vibe I've been getting from the Mobb ever since they went over to Interscope and got down with 50 Cent. But what about the "official Queensbridge Murderers"?