Cam’Ron and T-Mac
By Sam Rubenstein
I’m back like cooked… oh wait that’s Juelz, not Cam.
Why, hello there! I have been writing these “Which NBA Player Are You” columns for the magazine for a while now. Every once in a while, they are just so special and wonderful that they need to be shared with even greater masses. You may remember going waaaaaaay back to my days as Sam the Intern, that I have expressed such a love for Dip Set (no ho-millz. Try to keep a sense of humor please) that I was sometimes called Sam’Ron.
Well, things have been tough on the Purple Panther for a few years now. You know, ever since he felt the need to hold a press conference to show off the bullet holes in his arm from when his Lambo (The Camborghini!) got shot up. Then he had a little fake rap industry beef thing with Cuuuuuuuuurtiiiiissssss… and although yes he made it really fun to call everyone named Curtis that (such as Khalid’s favorite white receiver), the end result was a weird video where he bragged about being on vacation at what looked like a Motel 6 near my relatives in Tampa. Then he got kicked out of Dip Set, and I lost track.
And now he has returned! The new album “Crime Pays” is not unenjoyable, which makes it the modern rap album of the year! So, I felt he was due to be compared to an NBA baller.
Ah, Tracy… Remember Tracy McGrady? That guy was amazing. I remember it was at least two years ago, Alan Paul and I were in the Rockets’ locker room, and T-Mac was talking to some media people about his chiropractor, then he limped away like… once again, the way my older realtives in Tampa walk.
What a build up! So here is how Cam’ron=T-Mac.
Bonus points for me for mentioning his old collaborations with Ma$e, because it seems I have prompted their glorious reunion.