That was then supplanted by the news that former NBA player/New York Knicks head coach Derek Fisher got stuck with a yearly, near-$1.5 million bill for spousal and child support following his finalized divorce from his ex-wife Candace. But I’m digressing.
Anyways, Bobby granted his first interview since his 2014 incarceration for a litany of charges to GQ writer Scott Eden, and the in-depth piece is more than worth your eyes. In it, the article goes into great detail about Bobby’s pre-Shmurda days, how a $300 video tuurned into one of the biggest songs of 2014, and the subsequent downfall that has left Bobby, Rowdy Rebel, and several other members of his GS9 crew in jail fighting for their freedom (two members, Rasha and A-Rod, have already been sentenced to a combined 151 years in prison).
The article starts with Bobby almost getting killed during a robbery attempt in 2013, and gets more wilder from there. Some things I took from the interview:
Bobby’s career almost ended before it began.
Bobby, during a simple weed run, was caught up in a murderous robbery attempt. “When Chewy reached the landing of Pluto’s apartment, he felt something cold and hard touch the back of his head. Then someone grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. A pair of eyes stared back through the sight hole of a ski mask. The gun in the man’s hand was a large-caliber revolver. He was with a partner, similarly disguised and similarly armed. ‘Where the hell Pluto live?’ And then Pluto’s door suddenly opened — there was Pluto — and Chewy watched as one of the gunmen wheeled in surprise and fired.”
The assailants then go on to force Bobby into Pluto’s apartment while they robbed it. Fortunately, he was not harmed afterward, but…
The NYPD kept tabs on GS9 for years.
According to the multiple charges levied against him and his crew, Bobby is the alleged ringleader of a gang responsible of multiple crimes: robbery, assault, attempted murder, narcotics possession and sales, and everything and the kitchen sink. Although, apparently, the prosecution does not have a lot — if any — physical evidence directly connecting Bobby to some of the crimes, they instead used taped conversations between he, his crew, and a Rikers Island inmate to levy the conspiracy charges against them. The article alleges that the NYPD had been targeting them also, as after a 2014 arrest in New York an associate, Donny “Dizzy” Flores, caught some of the arresting cops “at the precinct ‘dancing and singing’ to ‘Hot N*gga.'”
His uncle tried to pull him from the streets, but to no avail.
Christopher “Debo” Wilson, Bobby’s uncle, took over the management duties for Bobby from some local Brooklyn street dudes, and tried to get Shmurda out of the street life’s vice-like grip. “As Pollard began missing show dates and procrastinating on his recording sessions, and as it became clear that the N.Y.P.D. had a keen interest in GS9, Wilson says he grew ever more frustrated. At one point in early September, after the scene with police outside the venue in Queens, Wilson flew back to Florida. He’d had enough. He says he gave Pollard an ultimatum: Come ‘home’ to Miami, get away from the East Flatbush crowd once and for all, and I’ll stay on. But Pollard never came.”
There’s a chance that Bobby may have not done anything at all.
This is why you don’t either commit crimes or hang around those that do in New York City: the courts can lump you in with them, even if your hands are squeaky-clean. “But there is an institution that does often treat groups of young black males in poor neighborhoods as organized crime: law enforcement. One former NYC prosecutor who’s recently entered private practice describes what he calls a ‘newer trend’ in the city’s criminal-justice system, whereby groups of kids, all friends, are lumped together and charged with conspiracy based on individual crimes—drug possession, gun possession, attempted robbery, say—that some in the group have gotten busted for. Now, he says, under conspiracy law, ‘you put them together as a gang and they’re all responsible for all their criminal activities.'”
On that fateful December night, the cops pulled up on Bobby, et. al like something straight out of a comic book.
When the NYPD surprised the GS9 crew at Bobby’s Quad Studios recording session, they turned the place upside-down looking for everyone. “Sha Money says that he, his engineer, and three Quad Studios employees immediately complied. Everyone else—all the GS9 kids—scattered and hid. “Moments later, an N.Y.P.D. platoon emerged from the vehicle and entered the building. A minute passed. Then the elevator went ‘bing,’ and when the door opened, the N.Y.P.D. poured out, all rifle barrels and shouted commands. ‘Everybody put your hands up!’
“‘Some turned into Batman, some turned into Spider-Man, climbing the walls,’ Sha Money recalls now. ‘Some tried to turn into Invisible Man and hid between walls.’ The NYPD searched the entire building. They didn’t find the last man — Rowdy — until seven in the morning. All the while, Sha Money sat on the ground with his hands cuffed. (He was not arrested.)”
Seriously, check out the article. It’s nuts, to say the least.