After dropping out of college I continued working at convenience stores, and DJ’n. I started my first company called Overtime Productions and then started producing music. I bought a SP-1200 which is the original hip hop beat making machine and a keyboard. I started writing music for no one in particular. To be honest I really had no goal or direction other than to make some music. I worked with a few people that came through the store but it didn’t work out. One day I am introduced to this rapper named Grip. He came to the house and within days he was writing lyrics for everything I created.
I am really putting in work on the keyboards and beat machine and Grip is constantly writing lyrics and hooks. We have tons of songs ready to finalize. I would set up studio time, record the rappers, singers and master the songs. I apply for the copyrights and set up the publishing and once those were good I put together a package of songs to start shopping for a deal. When it was all complete I had dropped right at $15,000 to get off the ground.
I try everyone from Warner Brothers Records, Relativity, Koch, etc. but all I got were rejections.
One day Jermaine Dupree comes to my store to get some gas. I run outside, hand him a demo tape and ask him to listen to it. He says, “I don’t have time. Stop by my house tomorrow and I’ll listen to it.” He lives right up the street from Texaco and I didn’t know it. I am STOKED!!! I am about to get put on.
The next day I drive to his house and walk right up to the door like I am a family member or something. I am AMPED UP and ready to be heard by the Kris Kross Jump Jump super producer!!!! I ring the doorbell and his Mom (I figured this out later) opens the door. She looks at me and kind of snaps at me, “Can I help you!?!” I panic because I don’t know how to respond. “Hi, I am DJ CISCO. Jermaine said to bring my demo to his house so he can listen to it.” She responds, “Give it to me.” I hold the tape out to her. She takes the tape and replies, “I’ll give it to him” and closes the door in my face. IN MY FACE!!! No buh bye, nothing, just WHAM. I’m standing there in disbelief because I was not expecting that. All I can think is Thank God I put the phone number on the tape.
A week or two goes by and I don’t hear anything from J.D. and then one day he shows up at the station again. I run outside as he is pumping gas. “J.D…..J.D. did you listen to my demo?” Yeah. It was cool. I like the tracks.” I feel relief so I ask the next question, “Can you put us on?” “Nah. I don’t need you.” My heart sinks, “Can you help us in any way?” As he is getting back in his car he says real serious, “Nope.” I get a lump in my throat, “Why not?” He looks me in my face with a grin as he starts his car, “Cause I won’t make any money off you” and screeches off. I am standing there like wtf just happened? My mind is replaying it over and over again. “Can you put us on?” “Nah. I don’t need you.” “Can you help us in any way?” “Nope.”
I go back in the store dejected and damn near in tears. My dream is smashed, my mind is heavy. Just like that I quit making music and once again I put my head down.