When Showbiz & AG dropped “Fat Pockets” in 1992, I hadn’t yet owned an Akai S950. I was still a teenager, and technically I couldn’t even get into The Fever (infamous Bronx nightclub) yet. Even still, I used to roll up to the Bronx, at least once every week, just hoping to bump into Show, Fat Joe, AG, ANYBODY FROM DITC or Forest projects and the surrounding area. I used to get my hair cut at this barbershop called Six Corners, on 163rd and Prospect. Used to take this long ass ride on the 2 train. A lot of times, I rolled up the Bronx alone without anybody. I didn’t know it at the time, but some of the relationships that I made then, would prove pivotal to me later on.
So it was within this context that I first heard “Fat Pockets.” The biggest reason I liked this joint — at the time — was because Showbiz was the personification of what I wanted to do. He rhymed and made beats. I was always a rhymer first, and I looked up to Showbiz because he demonstrated that you could be dope in both art forms. A couple of years after first hearing “Fat Pockets,” I went back and really studied it. That’s when it started to become clear: Showbiz was an ill motherfucker on the beats…