Jesse Katz, Los Angeles Magazine senior writer: This is like one of those bad true crime tales come to life. The fugitive himself even sounds like he was created by a screenwriter: His name is “Jesse James Hollywood.” There are latest twists and turns in this story of a fugitive’s odyssey-including the birth of a child, and the release of a controversial new film based on the case. But eventually, authorities came to the hills of Brazil, half a world away. Her quest for justice began in West Hills. Hansen: Is the quest over now? Susan Markowitz: It’ll never be over. But Susan Markowitz never gave up on bringing him to justice.Ĭhris Hansen, Dateline correspondent: This has, in many ways, been a mother’s quest. An entire city was shocked when these same kids stood accused of an unspeakable crime.īut the accused ring leader got away for six years. A group of seemingly nice kids had become caught up in a lifestyle where life itself was cheap. Like the stream of expensive cars cruising down the Boulevard, a dark undercurrent had been flowing beneath West Hills’ glossy views. Susan Markowitz, Nick Markowitz’s mother: When I was paging him, and he wasn’t answering I knew something was definitely wrong. But amidst the swimming pools and tidy lawns of this well-kept neighborhood, a devoted mother got the worst possible news. Skippin' my job, yeah (Yeah), like this is a process Try'na get from the projects, so I spit like I got next (Woo) And I trip if you object (Yeah), like I'm itchin' to fly.In the West Hills section, there are million dollar homes. Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold Not a ne'er record Platinum or ne'er Gold Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou Like I, like I ain't top (Chuh) Then turn around and go switch it up, and do big rock Tryna ride all the way up to my homie in Slipknot (Maggot, chuh) Like I never heard fans yell it Not The Calm, not The Worst, even Anghellic (Word) Before they told me that I can't sell it Before I went to the reunion of fam', Nelly Like I didn't have this new watch (Chuh) And it never would tic and never do toc (Chuh) Like I'm rapping myself into learnin' brew hops Rappin' like I ain't never did a record with 2Pac Baywatch (USO) Like I didn't meet Trav yet, like I never had assets Bad with the pen, but never cashed checks Rappin' like I ain't even close to havin' the bag yet (No) Like I'm tryna be the best up in this hip-hop (Chuh) And do a track with the king of Atlanta, T.I.P. Toured with the Jay Rock, with the homie K-Dot Like I ain't never had the allure for the pay slots Stressin', like I didn't step in the session with the Seven Never guessin' the effin' cure is to spray thoughts (Brrt) Like I never had a shot (Pow) Or a song with the white guy Dre got (Woo) Like I didn't have a lay lock Never went on the set of Ballers with Mr. Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold Not a ne'er record Platinum or ne'er Gold Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool Like I ain't build a empire in the 'Zou Like I, like I ain't Ayy, like I ain't on 1, 2, 3-Pac Like I ain't finna bust when my homeboy make the fuckin' beat drop Bustin' a cap in the wack when I'm rappin' You really need to trust in the fact that I'm back and I'm slappin' The industry for ducking the cat when he rap with a passion When I'm in this piece, I crush in a fashion Like I ain't never ate in this game (Chuh) Like I ain't never seen or had me some big thangs Like I ain't been around the world and with so many different girls And kinky parties that it could lift the spirit of Rick James (Jesus) Like I ain't a fixture and never knew Twista And never did music for the Alpha Dog picture Like I never script the pledge in the scripture Or had a hit song 'bout my own liquor mixture Do it like I wasn't a starter that was on the Carter (Weezy) Wasn't in art of my cousin, the Water (Fizzy) Nothing was bartered, we're bussin' and touchin' the heart of People that's lovin' the hardest stuff ain't no charted (Pleasies) (Chuh) Like I never got signed (Woah) Not a one, not a two but three times (Chuh) Like I never did get the cheddar or see shine Like it's sleep time for peeps' minds on T9 Like, if these rhymes (What?) really never ever happened (Chuh) 'Til right now, like pow, I got it crackin' With the pen and pad, without no back end Tryna stack and get action And pull the cash in is the way that I'm rappin'