Hey man, loving this blog, the Wu weed carriers are a topic discussed often with my mates. Any idea how 12 O'Clock got the rap name 12 O'Clock? My best guess is that he probably sleeps in all the time, so one day RZA christens him 12 O'Clock because "it's not until 12 O'Clock that you even think about getting up out of bed son." Guaranteed the actual story is much crazier than that! Keep up the good work.
That’s as good a guess as any, and I’m going to go with it because that’s basically my sleep schedule too. My scouring of the internets for 12 O’Clock-related information didn’t turn anything up. Maybe when this blog (with its highly relevant and topical subject matter that speaks to the youth of today) blows up and I get interviews with all these dudes I can ask him.
“Yo y’all niggas is foul man! How you gon let your mans step outside G and have that little white shit in his mouth and shit and he out here kicking it wit y’all. Like he just ate mad fuckin Cornflakes or sumthin. Dried up milk around the side of his mouth like he stuck his tongue in a bottle of powder. Nahmean y’all niggaz, that ain’t right son. A nigga come around if thats your boy man holla at him. Tell son to get that booger out his nose. Tell son to get that muthafuckin “Yo wipe your mouth son” yall niggas just gon sit there and see a nigga with food on his teeth or something and not say nothing. Nahmean you might not have seen this nigga in years, you gon’ let him go head & go to church with that shit on his lips on his teeth or wherever the fuck he going and shit. Know what I’m sayin. Nigga going to the fight with greens on his teeth! Nah mean. Nigga going to the Floyd fight with Collard greens on his back tooth or something and shit. Y’all niggas see that shit nigga! Let that nigga know son. You know what I’m sayin? Stop frontin man. THATS NOT NICE! That’s not a nice thing to do man. If its me son and I got a fuckin booger on my nose or something like that man holla at the boy man! Tell me like “Yo Tone, thats not looking real right, right there my nigga! Get that green kick ball out your fucking nose or somethin nigga.” Nahmean? I’ma be like “Oh shit! Word? Oh aight true! True! You got it mah dude! You know, thats what it is. Good lookin! Good Lookin! Word up. I was just about to go step to that bitch right there son.” Nah mean? Word up man SET ME FREE MAN! On some Martin Luther King shit.”—Ghost, the Ms. Manners of thug Twitter
Know Your Weed Carriers, Part Three: Ol' Dirty Bastard
It seems only natural to follow up the spotlight on Ol’ Dirty’s cousin 12 O’Clock with a look at the rest of Dirt McGirt’s weed carrying posse, the Brooklyn Zu. Whereas being Method Man’s weed caddy most likely involves a lot of video games and carrying for the RZA means you probably have to have some decent chess skills, being in Big Baby Jesus’ posse means that you have to be prepared to do all manner of crazy shit at any given time, while carrying large quantities of drugs. The man’s rap sheet speaks for itself; he’s been shot in the ass, arrested for stealing sneakers, and, sadly, was busted with drugs twice in the same year, 1999. We’ll never know why Dirt didn’t always keep a trusty weed carrier on hand; he was oneunpredictablemotherfucker and that was part of his mystique.
In this, the third part of a series both exciting and edifying, we’ll meet the men that carried Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s weed, when he remembered to hand it to them.
As a member of the Brooklyn Zu, the weed-holding posse of a man whose prodigious appetite for mind-altering substances was well-known, the magnificent Ol’ Dirty Bastard, 12 O’Clock’s duties as a caddy were undoubtedly more high-impact than many of his brethren. While Streetlife and Carlton Fisk were lounging on Method Man’s couch, playing Playstation and working their way through stacks of Marvel Comics, interrupted only by the occasional delivery call for Henny, pizza or Chinese, 12 O’Clock would have been getting up to… whatever you get up to when you’re part of Big Baby Jesus’ entourage. Crime and abject lunacy, basically. With Dirty’s posse essentially being the Special Forces of Wu-Tang weed carriers, you’d expect that skills like “fighting dudes,” “stonewalling the police” and “fleeing crime scenes” would rank higher on the list of prerequisites for employment than, say, “lyrical aptitude.” Add in the whiff of nepotism from the fact that 12 O’Clock is Dirt McGirt’s actual cousin, and you could be forgiven for assuming that he sucks.
However, you would be dead wrong in that assumption.
While all of the members of the Wu-Tang make their affinity for smoking herb perfectly plain, it’s Johnny Blaze who makes weed a fundamental part of his image and personality. With a laid-back, grimy flow that can go from warm to goofy to menacing in a single verse, as well as an outsized, charismatic personality, Mr. Meth was the first Wu-Tang megastar.
In this, the second installment of our whirlwind tour through the Wu-Tang’s personal weed caddies, we will meet the men Method Man trusts to carry his shit.
“I’m tellin’ y’all man. When y’all get up in the mornin’ man, don’t just brush your teeth man scrub your tongue. Scrub that fuckin Halitosis off that fucking tongue of yours. Word up! This is real talk right here. Tony from New York. Scrub your tongue man, thats where all your bad breath, your little fuckin’ corroded bacteria be runnin around tap dancing on y’all fuckin’ tongue at night son. Word up. Dried up food nigga! Niggaz got that food tongue, wake up mouth smellin’ like shit son. Cuz it’s all in your mouth son. It’s growin on that shit. Nahmean. Scrub that shit son. Put some toothpaste on that shit, brush your teeth and scrub your tongue man. Scrub ya lips, all that shit man I don’t give a fuck. Stick the toothpaste toothbrush down your fuckin throat if you have to my nigga! Word up! Get that shit up off there. Thats not nice! Thats not a good look. Brush your fuckin’ teeth everyday cuz your mouth, y’all might not can’t smell it but y’all shit smelling like mad shit! Brush your fuckin’ teeth man, do it hard man. Brush them shits til your gums bleed my nigga! Do something man. Swallow a box of baking soda and peroxide! Mattafact this how you do it, brush your teeth, throw some listerine in there too at the same time man. Your shit gon be on fire but it work! Words of Wisdom from your man P. Tone! We in the building nigga. APOLLO KIDS!”—Big Ghost, with a public service announcement on Twitter
Know Your Weed Carriers, Part One: Ghostface Killah
One of the notable things about the Clan and their various subsidiaries is that there is a clear division of labor in weed holding duties. Ghostface has his guys, Meth has his, and never the twain shall meet. This extends to guest spots on solo albums, too; the guys who show up on Ghost’s joints will only show up there, unless they’re lucky enough to snag a verse or two on one of the proper Wu-Tang albums (the highest honor for a Wu-minion).
In this, part one of a thrilling new series, we’ll meet the men who carry Ghostdeini’s shit.
“You hear rap artists now talk about how their wrist is “frosty” or “frozen” and how “the bling-bling will blind you.” Well, maybe it will. Maybe it already blinded you. Rocking too much bling can reveal a hole in a man, an emptiness he’s trying to fill with diamonds.”—RZA
Much digital ink has been spilled on the Wu-Tang Clan over the years. You know the drill: they’re the most influential hip-hop group of all time, boasting the rap game’s best producer and multiple contenders for best MC. The massive influence and sheer excellence of the Clan can hardly be overstated. They were omnipresent in the mid-90’s, a cultural phenomenon that brought grimy New York hip-hop to the forefront of music, where even this geeky New England white boy got to experience the best the genre had to offer; a complete musical sea change. RZA, Ol’ Dirty, the Genius, Method Man, Raekwon and Big Ghost became household names, and the Wu-Tang symbol was everywhere.