Back in the mid 90's Mom Dukes was adamant that the kid didn't watch Rated R movies. Understandable being that I was still a young pup. She wanted me to watch Aladdin, Little Mermaid, and goofy shit like that. I banged with Disney, don't get me wrong, but there's nothing like a gangster flick! So I used to have to go to my homie Dave's crib to watch all the dope joints. His parents didn't speak any English so they didn't know what the hell we were watching. His older brother had all the ill movies too - New Jack City, Juice, everything. I watched Boyz n the Hood when I was mad young, but at the time it didn't really sink in. Dough boy was cool I guess, but I had no interest in the whole Cali thing. I mean the furthest I had been from NY was Connecticut to visit family for the holidays. Dave told me his older brother just came through with a new movie but was leaving for work so we could watch it. He didn't have to tell me twice. I was right about to dip and head over to Dave's when my brother, Buckets, asked if he could roll. He was kind of cramping my steelo, but I figured why not. I told him not to say anything to Moms, but I already knew he wouldn't. My Pops taught us not to rat when we were still in diapers. I'll never forget the first time I saw the movie. That shit was raw; opening scene smacked me right in the melon. "Fuck you say 'bout my mama?!" We were glued to the screen. O-Dog was wildin' out, but Caine was my dude. He was calm but when the time came he was still 'bout it. He stomped shorty's cousin out with the quickness! Plus he had Jada, and she was banging! We didn't have access to 40's so me and Dave hit his Pops stash and started drinking those little bottles of vodka - you know the joints you get on airplanes? We filled them back up with water so he wouldn't notice. (I know, I know... a little young to start drinking.) I walked home that day with a different swagger, a different rhythm - side fist to palm, smooth stride on that G shit just like Caine. I was on my Cali steez. All I needed was a flannel and some Dickies and I was good money. It didn't last long though. When I woke up the next morning I popped "36 Chambers" in the deck and it was back to the regularly scheduled program... but that was my official introduction to Cali - Menace II Society on VHS. Big ups to the Hughes Brothers. I'm out.