Darim Stewart
Bio
Accomplished artist, writer, producer, musician, and independent label owner. Docta Skitz is a force to be reckoned with. a 20 year veteran to the game garnered notoriety on the underground hip hop scene in the mid 90's
Stories (8/0)
Memoirs of a Dopeman (Pt. 6)
1996 started out as one of the greatest adventures of my life. I was a year in college and as usual, I set up an establishment not too complicated just a simple system. College was a brand new playing field with a lot of good money to be made. Upon arrival I set my precedence early, after taking into consideration of just how much school was going to cost with student loans helping a nibble, there was no funding from any other source unless I provided it.
By Darim Stewart5 years ago in Criminal
Memoirs of A Dopeman (Pt. 5)
1994 was a great year. After setting up shop in my posh new neighborhood my mother and I transferred to, I was also able to establish a beautiful system in school while trying to finish my education; this was my junior year. In order for you to understand how I was able to make something like this work, with no one having any obvious idea of what I was doing for so long, I must once again give you the blueprint. The Thicket was off of the main street, only one way in and out; on one side, there was nothing but a field and empty woods; on the other side, two other larger suburban neighborhoods who at the time had no way of getting the product I had on a regular basis. I became their hero. I met with only five brothers who lived in that neighborhood, all of different ethnic backgrounds and diverse cultures; we had Ratty his brother Sanji from Kingston, Jamaica, and they had their own little crew: Yusef and his little brother Anwar from Brooklyn, and En-Uh—who was straight from the Deck—was their muscle. They would be my most loyal friends and clientele since I was the only connection they had with the best product the state of GA had in its possession, and I was the keeper. I would give them two quarter pounds a week—no more, no less—that way if they mess up the package, my loss would be minimum. My plan was to always add on, never take away. I still wanted that money machine, I could hear it clicking.
By Darim Stewart5 years ago in Criminal
Memoirs of a Dope Man (Pt. 4)
At 17, I figured that my mailbox posting days were over. It was my spot indeed, but you would never see me there unless you were one of my loyal customers, other than that I'm checking the mail for all they knew. Things started to get hectic after a shootout and robbery happened at one of my acquaintance's spots and murder right in front of the complex where a man was gunned down in his car with his five-year-old son, the pot was boiling over. I decided to switch speed and get off of the corner for the moment. My only addiction to anything in life was to never be one with empty pockets. Delivering a product which is in very high demand for a quick and high return became very addictive to me as soon as I got the fundamentals of it down pact I took flight, I was always smart enough to know when to land.
By Darim Stewart5 years ago in Criminal
Memoirs of a Dope Man (Pt. 3)
The summer of 1992 was a great transition for me. My cousin who was like an older brother to me was murdered by his best friend on his 20th birthday in Washington D.C. The story is that he was murdered trying to retrieve his gun that he lent to his friend. He returned it to him with a bullet attached and robbed him of all of his jewelry. It was a devastating and confusing time in my life. On one end I was ready to dive into the drug business feet first, but when death hit that close to home it had me second guessing.
By Darim Stewart5 years ago in Criminal
Memoirs of a Dope Man (Pt. 2)
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend, emotions were high, and it seemed like the entire world was too. Triple fat gooses and leather eight ball jackets were the fashion among the many designers that emerged during this era. I was 15 in the 9th grade and me always being fashionable refused to be left out of the race. At this time, Granby was the school I attended. The majority of the students attending came from five of some of the largest neighborhoods in Norfolk and everybody was involved in the game one way or another. The whole point was to never be left out, to keep up, the money, the cars, the girl it was easy to access with a little bit of work and math. Our design business started making a little more money and school garnered me more customers, although I couldn't afford the high-end fashion at the time, the designs concealed the fact that the clothing I wore came from Scotchmans (low budget clothing store) on the inside of me something started to change.
By Darim Stewart5 years ago in Criminal
Memoirs of a Dope Man (Pt. 1)
15 years was a long stretch for distributing poison, never planned to go that long it just happened that way. The taste of layoffs, downsizing, and criminalization at the workplace encouraged this extraordinary but deadly business venture. At the age of nine, I was formally introduced to cocaine by my uncle who was one of the main distributors to the mid-Atlantic region. The summer of '86... I will never forget "Cruel Summer" was at the top of the charts, what a cruel summer it was. He summoned me from the backroom room where my younger brother, cousin and I spent the majority of the summer. As I walked into the well-lit room I witnessed a mountain of cocaine wrapped in plastic covering the entire table. Beside it was the most beautiful piece of iron my young eyes have ever witnessed—a gold plated 357 magnum with a pearl handle. It had me in a trance until my uncle nudged me with his elbow while separating a few lines for testers, "You want some of this?"
By Darim Stewart5 years ago in Criminal
The 'Rebelution' Will Not Be Televised
Rebelution, produced by Funk Duv (Trackdealer) is a soul motivator embedded in a Bob Marley sampled Burnin and Lootin, infused with live congo percussion. The first single from Docta Skitz’s highly anticipated fourth LP, Hardknock 101; is a call to action on the state of this nation we call home. The pace is zero to 100; the tone: the time is now! It has the feeling of the greatest roller coaster you have ever ridden and once that ride is over you want to turn around and do it again. Opening with a chant from the legendary Gil Scott Heron, relaying his message of the revolution not being televised, places you in immediate attention and waiting for the next course of action.
By Darim Stewart5 years ago in Beat
The Real Docta Skitz
Music was not just a trade for Docta Skitz, but his destiny. Ingrained in his bloodline Archie Bell and The Drells (Tighten Up), Fifth Dimensions (Age of Aquarius), and the Dazz Band ("Whip It") incorporate his DNA. He did not take his craft serious until the age of 15 when he met (now deceased) friend/brother and founding member of the collective that would be later known as The Mad Hattaz. During their sophomore year in high school they became the best of friends and found common interest in the world of hip hop; partaking in after school ciphers and entering talent contests around local high schools, bowling alleys, malls, or anywhere they could gain an audience. Summer of '93 was the year the duo decided to take their talents to the next level after realizing that there was potential for success, during an era of hardcore, gangsta rap blended with a breakdown of the system an oppressed people, an angry and distraught nation a time where only the strong would survive. At the time, an underground group by the name of Wu-Tang Clan surfaced giving the manual to all that it was better to move in numbers in order to get your point across, they achieved just that. Adding a DJ and four other members: Leef Da Chief, Baby Cutthroat, Headkracka, and Tripp Nasty would be known as the Mad Hattaz.
By Darim Stewart5 years ago in Beat
