Jay-Z surprised many at last Friday’s B-Sides concert by bringing out Cam’ron, a onetime industry foe. The two lyricists traded diss songs and shots in interviews throughout the mid-to-late 2000s, but any negative energy they harbored has clearly dissipated with time. After Cam’ron and Nas (another former foe of both artists) left the stage, Jay reflected, “we should’ve been doing sh*t like this a long time ago. [They’re] not my enemies, they’re my brothers.” Jay’s sentiment was powerful, but one couldn’t help but wonder why that mindset didn’t prevent them from beefing in the first place. The answer is simple: ego.
Hip-hop is predicated on self-aggrandizing raps, self-given nicknames, and a range of other elements which necessitate a healthy, if not outsized ego. In the late 90s-early 00s especially, a period when Jay and Cam built their legacy, there was no way for a rapper to thrive with low-self esteem and no backbone. Rappers have to flout themselves as the best and defend that affirmation against all comers. The New York hip-hop scene in particular thrived — and splintered — from collective competitive energy to be the best rapper. Artists vied to be viewed as the best since the days of Big Daddy Kane and Rakim and KRS One vs. MC Shan in the ‘80s, but it was Biggie deeming himself Frank White (the protagonist of The King Of New York movie) that seemingly took the strife into overdrive.
After Biggie’s “King Of New York” decree, there was actually a title to aim for. When Biggie was tragically murdered in 1997, every prominent MC in New York was jockeying to be the next king, and jostling with each other in pursuit of the figurative crown, the ultimate ego stroke.
It seems like no rapper in New York liked each other in the 2000s. Jay-Z and Roc-A-Fella were into it with The Lox, DMX, Mobb Deep, Fat Joe, and Nas. Nas was into it with N.O.R.E, Prodigy Of Mobb Deep, Dipset, and 50 Cent. 50 Cent was into with Ja Rule, members of the Wu-Tang Clan, Fat Joe, Jadakiss and Cam’ron. Even the crews that didn’t explicitly have beef rarely collaborated or displayed the communal love that artists in cities like Atlanta did (the world needed collaborations from G-Unit, Dipset, Desert Storm and D-Block artists in their heyday). Legendary New York DJ Funkmaster Flex has recalled times where he found it difficult to book shows because of the fluid task of keeping tabs on who had friction. If he tried to invite everyone to a show in say, 2002, it could’ve ended up like a real-life version of The Office’s finger gun standoff — with real guns.
Years later though, the time has healed just about all of those issues. One can Google search almost any two of the aforementioned names and see the artists taking pictures, making music, and doing business with each other today. The reasons for those old beefs don’t even matter. Aside from 50 Cent and Ja Rule’s eternal quarrel, which involves a stabbing incident and real street beef, the source of these conflicts didn’t matter enough to keep the artists from reconciling. It’s safe to say that just about all of the issues were ego-based. And on the other side of their career, as olive branches are extended throughout the Big Apple, New York’s finest demonstrate the enigma of ego: who knows how great these artists would have been without the chips on their shoulders that spurred beef they all acknowledge shouldn’t have happened. These artists all set out on a journey to be the King Of New York, but it turns out that their shared destination is contentment as brothers in a kingdom of kings.