
"Hey, Heavy D, what you got for me today? Got some heavy boulders? Shake 'em and they sound like dice?" That was the chant Jimmy Oliver heard when he walked down South Washington Street in Lansing, Michigan. Heavy D was his nickname, after the fat rapper whose girth Jimmy shares. And the heavy boulders? Those were the rocks of crack riding in Jimmy's jeans. A few years ago, Jimmy was a rich young drug dealer who could blow $12,000 over a weekend -- partying with prostitutes and buying big dinners for a dozen of the false friends his money bought. [...]