Xzibiting Myself

Xzibiting Myself

By Pendarvis Harshaw

It was around the time Cash Money took over for the ‘99 and the 2000, back when Jay-Z decided to create a dynasty like no other and Outkast humbly apologized to Ms. Jackson, that’s when it all happened. Out on the West Coast, we were still mourning the death of Mr. Shakur, but we weren’t to be overshadowed by the progress of other regions. Ice Cube was knee-deep in thespian-ism, and had just dropped Next Friday. E-40 was (and still is) the ambassador to the Bay and Too $hort was, uh, Too $hort (and still is). Dre’s “Chronic 2001” was as dope as the stuff they warned you about in after school specials and Snoop was on the verge of dropping “The Last Meal”, which proved to be certified G-shit.

The faces of the West Coast Rap Mt. Rushmore were still making influential media.

But there’s one person who I was heavily influenced by during that time period. One person who probably wouldn’t appear on any major monument dedicated to West Coast rappers. One person, who to this day, continues to produce media: Xzibit.Continue reading