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Man cries if he was blessed with a heart / But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park / Once again it's Mister SPM / And the shit ain't gonna stop until I'm dead or in the pen. -- Carlos Coy, a.k.a. South Park Mexican, "The Latin Throne"
By late last September, Carlos Coy was the biggest thing to happen on the local rap scene since the death of DJ Screw. He was a uniquely Houston character, a Tejano raised in the black ghetto of South Park, a hustling Hispanic whose vivid raps about dead-end street life, smuggling weed from the Valley, and an uplifted raza blended gritty black funk with borderlands Spanglish slang.
Coy was a hero to shaven-headed brown kids in baggy print shirts and jeans, those sons of yard men, road builders, roofers and dishwashers, the youths caught between two cultures but not particularly valued by either. Coy became a conduit for their rage and despair, but also for their aspirations and dreams.
He had taken his family with him on the heady ascent to stardom. His brother had been a chemical plant worker, his sister a hairdresser. They and his father found glamorous new jobs helping run Coy's Dope House Records label. The bunkerlike Sixth Ward headquarters, surrounded by a high iron fence and bearing his likeness in the form of huge murals, is the building that once housed his family's modest grocery brokerage.
Coy's was a heartwarming story, one of a troubled kid from a loving but broken home who had quit selling crack and started selling a fresh form of dope: music. The new millionaire had an eighth-grade education. This ghetto Horatio Alger, whose clever rhymes, zealous work ethic and business sense vaulted him from hawking homemade tapes at five bucks a pop out of his backpack in the bathroom at low-rider shows to a national distribution deal with Universal Records.
He managed a multiethnic stable of rappers and a support staff, some of them virtually unemployable street kids. His record company had seven vans and a limousine. He bought cell phones by the crate. Coy had the adulation of hundreds of thousands of kids from Houston to Los Angeles, Brownsville to San Francisco, and he was pursued by thousands of women.
Like a God-fearing televangelist, this rapper regaled audiences and the media with the moving account of his transformation away from the drugs and violence that had ripped apart too many friends. Coy swears he was in his home, desperate for an escape from worsening troubles. He says he knelt and prayed to the Lord for a way out. When he got up, the television set showed an advertisement for budding young rap artists to send audition tapes to a talent agency. He took it as the ultimate omen that rap was his calling.
That experience was years ago. But on a night last September, the television again flickered its images inside the now fashionable Coy home. A nine-year-old girl, staying over with his own young daughter, looked up from the TV and noticed a hulking form fill the void in the darkened bedroom doorway.
She pretended to be asleep as the man silently entered the room, although she soon felt a hand groping under her panties. Carlos Coy was on his knees once again. There was no divine inspiration summoned forth this time -- only the worst inner demons of a sexual predator.
SCHOOL, what a fool I was / Skippin' education for the fun to run from the fuzz / '85, '86, crack cocaine was the crucifix. -- South Park Mexican, "Reminisce"
Carlos Coy raps about the rough urban haunts of his youth, although the Coy family actually began in the bedrock farming and ranching community of Falfurrias in the Rio Grande Valley. His mother dropped out of high school to marry father Arturo Coy, an ex-marine.
Carlos's sister, Sylvia Coy, now the general manager of Coy's local indie rap label Dope House Records, says Carlos took the divorce much harder than the older siblings, herself and Arthur Jr.
Sylvia says she was too busy to fall apart over the breakup. "I'm kind of Carlos's mother-sister," she says. "Because we come from a broken house, my mom always worked, but we were never on welfare We lost all of our cars -- my mom went and bought an old car -- basically she always worked to save the house, and I took care of Carlos."
Or at least she tried to control the hyperactive baby brother. "Carlos was this wild little kid, you know? I was supposed to be taking care of him," Sylvia admits, "but I was a teenager myself. And he was always out there in trouble."
He wasn't a kid content to watch TV all day. "He always had to be out playing baseball, football. He was a great dancer. He could climb one of these walls and turn a flip." The now beefy Carlos was a skinny, agile boy, she says. "To look at him now, you wouldn't know that, but if you could have seen him then."
He bounced around different elementary schools as a youngster. His family was mystified when he developed dysphagia, difficulty swallowing. There was no physical reason for the condition, but Sylvia believes it stemmed from his growing up in a fatherless home. "It was something in his mind where it became hard for him to swallow," Sylvia says.
With characteristic immodesty, Carlos says he was the best skateboarder in the neighborhood, a regular at a hangout called The Pipes. That braggadocio also comes over his first introductions to music. There was a failed experiment on the piano, a foray made at his mother's request, but the violin was different. He says he was something of a prodigy, gaining admittance to the music magnet program at Welch Middle School. Within a year he had passed up several kids ("Chinese kids and everything," Coy recently told a courtroom) who had been practicing since kindergarten. His music teachers refused to believe that he had been playing for only a year.
His early frames of reference suddenly shifted after the family moved out of the predominantly Hispanic neighborhood on the southeast side. Carlos discarded the violin bow and began break dancing. His new hood was the African-American stronghold of South Park. Coy recalls that he was the only Hispanic in his new Woodson Middle School. "I thought break dancing was gonna be my future," he laughs. "When that went out of style, I was left without a job."
Despite ethnic differences, he fit in well with the young social rebels. By age 13, he had started drinking and smoking marijuana, two vices he indulged right to the end. There were his own tales of torching a neighbor's house and other crimes. He traces his problems in school to "the three Gs": "gangs, grudges and girls."
"I'm not a follower, so I always hated gangs," he says, explaining that he was often beaten for refusing to join gangs. Since a lot of girls liked him, a lot of guys disliked him, and there were more beatings. Coy had his own brand of violence. By 1987, he had been thrown out of Milby High School for assaulting a female student and was attending an alternative school.
He was 17 and still a freshman when he decided to drop out for good, he told the Houston Press's Craig D. Lindsey in a 1999 interview. "One more year in high school," he said, "and I would've went to jail for fucking all those little young bitches."
Coy insists he tried to find an honest career after calling it quits with school. Within a year, he got his GED and enrolled at San Jacinto Junior College. He wanted a business associate's degree, but flunked all five of his classes. He conceded that he never did homework, and a burgeoning interest in golf cut into his attendance.
Like his brother before him, Coy went to work at a chemical plant, making the same $6 an hour as his hustling co-workers, Mexican immigrants. "Where they come from," he says, "they make about $6 a week. This was good money to them, and they worked harder than me. Also, I have sensitive skin and so I got a lot of rashes."
Unemployed again, Coy fell for a spiel to get rich quick selling perfume to strangers at malls and door-to-door. Although he says he was good at it and sold a lot of perfume, he wasn't making the money -- his bosses were.
Coy would testify later that he started to slip, as he put it, "into the grasp of the ghetto." Rather than perfume, he decided to peddle something else that comes in a vial, a substance that he boasted "sold itself."
He became a crack cocaine dealer. Coy would later brag to every music interviewer that he sold only the best uncut coke. Asked years later by a prosecutor to explain what he meant by uncut, Coy said with a straight face: "The most pure. I didn't believe in putting in any harmful additives."
Sylvia Coy remembers when the crack wave washed over the shores of her neighborhood, at the same time her brother was entering adolescence. "Hardworking people would quit their jobs and turn into skeletons. They would sell a paid-off house for $3,000."
By his reckoning, Coy dealt in cocaine less than a year -- an apparently small-time pusher -- before he wanted out. In what sound like embellished accounts, he tells of being robbed by known killers who didn't pull the trigger when they had him on the ground awaiting the execution-style hit. Assorted friends either died or wound up in prison.
"[I was] tired of selling crack to your homeboy's mom," he said in the 1999 Press interview. "[I was] tired of looking at dope fiends being pregnant, trying to buy dope. [I was] tired of seeing my homeboys getting shot and killed, set up for the murder, you know, getting jacked for their cocaine "
Coy said he'd been robbed, so he sold the cars he'd bought with drug money and paid up the few grand he owed his supplier. He moved into a trailer park owned by his mother and hunkered down. He tells of living off small loans from his brother and pork and beans eaten straight from the can.
Then comes the classic Coy story of his Saul of Tarsus moment. He testified that he was halfway through dialing his connection for $100 worth of crack rocks when the phone fell out of his fingers and he collapsed to his knees in prayer.
"I said, 'Jesus, I don't wanna slang dope no more. I don't wanna work for the fuckin' white man for $6 an hour and get treated like a fuckin' worthless wetback. I am a worthless wetback, I just don't wanna be treated like one.' I didn't wanna work for no chump change, you know. I've always known that I had something great in my mind. I could've been the best fuckin' supervisor at Kmart."
He asked God for a sign. Collecting himself, he picked up the remote and zapped it at the TV. There, on the ad by the music talent agency, he saw his version of the biblical burning bush: three huge letters.
I ain't start from the bottom, I dug myself out a hole / Grabbed a pen, and taught myself how to flow / Life hit me like a double shot of whiskey / In every song I give a piece of my history -- "Who's Over There"
Gangsta rap flourished as the soundtrack to the crack boom so familiar to Coy. But the genre, which first gained popularity in the late 1980s, had been considered largely the domain of L.A.-based artists.
Houston had nudged its way onto the hip-hop map through the Geto Boys, who attracted attention simply by being more deranged and depraved than everyone else. The rapper Scarface, a former Woodson Middle School classmate of Coy's, left the Geto Boys in 1991 and became the godfather of a new genre, so-called Dirty South rap. It's slower, often accompanied by a discernible gospel tinge.
Coy himself had early tastes in music that no rapper in his right mind would claim as influential. His favorite song was the Charlie Daniels Band's "The Devil Went Down to Georgia." He also admitted an appreciation for Barry Manilow. Now his tastes turned toward Marvin Gaye, and a little later, Run-DMC.
Befitting his conversion in front of the TV, Coy says he initially become a Christian rapper. However, his gospel rap lapsed within months, after he went head-to-head at a party with a secular rapper.
"I did my rap and people were laughing at me," he testified later. "Then this guy, who I knew hadn't done the kind of things I'd done in the streets or been through half of what I had, rapped that he was gonna kill my mama and put her body in the trunk of his car. Everybody at the party cheered him."
Coy had learned the first lesson of gangsta rap: shits and fucks attract fans, milk and honey don't. Rappers say the thug lyrics glorifying drugs, sex and violence are needed so the core ghetto audience (and their suburban white doppelgängers, who live vicariously through gangsta rap) will stay tuned for their real message. They say they have to prove that they know of what they speak, otherwise they just come across as yet another hectoring milquetoast that hard-core gangbangers learn to tune out at about 14 years of age.
Credibility -- street cred -- is all-important. Vanilla Ice made it big boasting about his roots in the Miami slums. When it was revealed that he actually hailed from the white-bread Dallas suburb of Richardson, his rapping days were over.
Coy, apparently adopting almost messianic tendencies, said he didn't target kids with good homes or religious values, because "they already have it going on.
"I rap for all the crazy muthafuckas, for all the muthafuckas that need help. For all the muthafuckas that are lost," he said. "I let them know that I've been lost and needed help just like them, and I put that in my lyrics. That's why everybody who follows me are the sickest, craziest, most ill people in this world 'cause that's who I want to help and change."
Armed with this new philosophy, Coy wrote six poems. To set them to beats, which cost money, he turned to his last remnants from the dope dealing: a garage full of lawn mowers, Weed Eaters and various other appliances that he had taken earlier in trade from desperate crack fiends. He sold them, along with his junker car, for $900, in order to transform his street poetry into rap.
A Christian tape duplicator believed Coy's lie that he had more Jesus rap, and the technician never listened to the mayhem that was spinning on his reels. Coy ordered a batch of 100 tapes, paid $130 and was in business.
The genius of this street hustler came into play not in poetry, but rather in pure sales pitches. And what he sells best is himself.
Carlos Coy hit the low-rider car shows, and when he couldn't afford a booth, he haunted the men's rooms. Rare was the visitor to the toilet who didn't came away $5 poorer and one South Park Mexican tape richer. Coy trolled for customers at car washes and convenience stores in poor neighborhoods, where he waited for customers to come out with their 40s, malt liquor bottles, hoping that they had enough pocket change left to spring for his tape.
He became a regular at flea markets from San Antonio to Albuquerque. He persuaded promoters to let him take the stage between band sets, and sales escalated. He was everywhere. Coy would be seen at a car show in Abilene one day, and a flea market in Brownsville the next. Then he would turn up pestering passersby in Del Rio.
Even grandmothers got the pitch from this smooth-talking stranger. He would ask if their grandkids were rap fans, and keep talking until he pocketed money. Like a politician pursuing grassroots support, Coy viewed it as planting seeds that would grow into future fans.
He sold out of his Hillwood tape, ordered more and continued selling for some two and a half years. In 1995, he launched Dope House Records with brother Arthur. His second offering, Hustle Town, netted him a deal with Houston independent distributor Southwest Wholesale.
Hustle Townroared out of the gate, selling 2,500 copies in less than two weeks. His father saw that the family could make more money peddling Carlos's new dope, his rap, than they ever could brokering groceries. The elder Coy soon gave Carlos free rein over his warehouse, which was renamed the Dope House. Relatives grabbed their executive titles to the new company. Carlos himself assumed the humble mantle of, as his Internet bio puts it, "the Don of Dope House Records and musical engineer with a Ph.D. in rapology."
The slogan at the Center Street record label: Dope Sells Itself. Carlos had always said it did. He was right.
[B]ought my own limousine / 20 inch Macleans / 5 screens / with 2 margarita machines
Matt Sonzala, a local freelance writer who has covered Southern rap in magazines such as Murder Dog and XXL, can predict the words of every rapper he's interviewed. They all brag that "What sets me apart is I have my own style."
"When I first heard of South Park Mexican, I was like, 'Man, who the hell is this dude?' " Sonzala says. "But then I found out that he really is different. He's one of the very few rappers like that. Say what you want about him, but he has his own style."
Most impressive to Sonzala is the wit reflected in Coy's work and the rapper himself. "He's funny. He's unique in that way. And he's a hustler," the writer says. "He's one of those guys who take that whole independent revolution of the mid-'90s here in Houston, and took that music into Louisiana, and more heavily Hispanic markets in places like Colorado and New Mexico. He took his stuff to that level totally on his own."
As his notoriety spread, the colorful Coy carefully locked up the regional rap market. He swept the Houston Press music awards and became a solid headliner in distant venues. His Dope House label lured in several notable musicians, and Coy's own creations kept climbing up the charts.
When the national music press turned his way, the critics outside the Southwest were unimpressed. The New York Press's Ned Vizzini called Coy's Time Is Money "bad, cheap rap" and added, "there's no excuse for Time Is Money to sound like a setting on my cellphone ringer." Allmusic.com's Jon Azpiri similarly dismissed the CD: "The Texan was hoping to break out of the Lone Star State but the 16-track effort is unlikely to catch on." He concluded that "South Park Mexican fails to bring anything new to the table that is worthy of national attention."
Like every other Southern independent who takes his stuff to a major, it didn't really make a difference to Coy -- any publicity helped.
As his stardom grew, he edged toward becoming another cultural icon for expanding Hispanic awareness, and started to see his role in quasi-messianic terms. Coy no longer considered himself merely a rapper, but a "street poet" or "street philosopher." In most of his later interviews, he spoke like a Mexican-American liberationist. Blacks had their Malcolm X, and Coy seemed to want to become the Hispanics' Malcolm Equis. He referred to Mexican-Americans as "my people" and as an all-but-enslaved class sorely in need of self-esteem.
Coy believed he was the one to bring them that respectability as his own commercial successes mounted. He bragged about going from $400 a month in album sales to $40,000 monthly. Dope House hit full stride in 2000. Recording giant Universal Music Group signed him to a lucrative deal that brought an advance of more than $500,000.
Texas Monthly magazine weighed in by selecting Coy as one of the "Voices of a New Generation," a breakout star on the rise. Accomplishments only fed on more far-out dreams. Next up, he pledged, would be movie productions that could rival Hollywood.
The year closed out with his headiest coup: a Newsweek article about this dynamic Hispanic leading the previously overlooked youth of the burgeoning Mexican-American culture. "A lot of Mexican American kids have low self-esteem, so I let them know that they can do more than just work like an animal for peanuts," he said in the story. " Nobody screams, claps, or cheers for that."
But his fans did cheer when he delivered his homilies. Before each show, Coy would give a speech about the virtues of staying in school and away from crack, keeping out of gangs and getting a job. He'd tell his listeners about the glories of families and responsible parenthood.
Then came the music, still heavily laced with violence and drugs and sex and screwing the establishment. Rappers see it only as coating their sermons in street grime to establish that crucial cred with kids who would otherwise tune it out.
However, the contradictions would become obvious within a year. Coy's own rep was racing toward a collision with harsh reality.
On a hot July day two years ago, the deputy constable from Precinct 1 pulled up yet again to the fortresslike Dope House Records headquarters on Center Street. The officer carried court papers that were part of a past returning to haunt the rising music star.
In April of that year, Jill Odom filed a lawsuit seeking to have Coy formally declared the father of her son, Jordan Dominique Odom, and to have him begin paying child support.
While such actions are routine, the basic math involved in this one underscored the severity of the allegations against the then-29-year-old Coy. Odom was 20 years old, and her child's sixth birthday was less than a month away, meaning she'd given birth at age 14.
Odom's later testimony would be even more damning: She'd started dating Coy when she was only 13. It was her first sexual relationship, she testified, and the two hadn't even bothered to discuss birth control.
The Pasadena woman said that when she became pregnant, Coy offered to marry her. That was quickly nixed by her parents, who refused to have anything to do with him. While she praised Coy for his informal support of herself and the child -- "If I needed something, he would get it" -- her lawsuit hardly reflected that Coy had come up with assistance on a steady basis.
Even Coy's response seemed somewhat casual; in fact his lack thereof almost led to a default judgment in the case. After DNA testing to confirm paternity, the settlement called for Coy to pay $28,000 in back child support and $2,000 more for Odom's prenatal and birth expenses. He was to contribute $1,500 to a college fund for the boy, and begin paying $900 monthly in regular child support. Odom received primary custody.
Terms of the payments certainly didn't show that Coy, despite his public proclamations of immense wealth from Dope House, had reached the ranks of rappers who could simply cut a check and walk away from their past mistakes. At his request, he gained approval to pay the retroactive support and $11,500 in attorney's fees in installments spread over four years.
At this point, Coy's penchant for an underage girl was merely an obscure civil matter, not the stuff of criminal charges for what amounted to statutory rape. Odom said the rapper may not have known her specific age. That argument was hard to accept, however. He did know she was only a middle school student, because he used to pick her up after her seventh-grade classes. Still, it could have been explained away as a onetime error in judgment during a troubled period in his life. After all, Coy had an adult partner, Gina Acosta. They'd met in 1989, and she was now the mother of Carlos Jr., who suffered from a hyperthyroid condition, and his beloved daughter, Carley.
No, his inner circle of supporters insisted, Carlos Coy couldn't be a child molester. One of them who shared that certainty was a longtime friend and homey, who had a nine-year-old daughter of his own, the playmate of six-year-old Carley Coy.
Carley and her friend and their mothers had made the most out of the long Labor Day weekend last year. The women, close companions for several years, treated the youngsters to shopping and then dinner at Joe's Crab Shack on the Gulf Freeway.
Carley didn't want the fun to end. As her friend's mother drove them home, Coy's daughter asked if the playmate could spend the night. Her mother reluctantly agreed, and soon the kids were romping around in the upstairs kids' room of the Coy home.
They played "cops," with one pretending to drive a pint-sized police car while the other was a ticket-writing traffic officer. The girls turned to entertainment with a Barbie CD-ROM on Carley's computer.
When they retired to the mother's bedroom and channel-surfed, Coy himself arrived, clad in boxer shorts and a T-shirt. He had them switch the TV to a movie he enjoyed, Texas Chainsaw Massacre. They all lounged on the bed in the darkened room watching the splatter-fest, the nine-year-old said, and then Coy started to caress her buttocks as she lay on her stomach.
The girl later testified that she became momentarily scared. The girls were soon dancing at Coy's urging to Destiny's Child's Survivor. Their other girlfriend on hand was picked up by her mother, then Carley and her companion changed into panties and T-shirts and popped a Scooby-Doo tape into the VCR. Carley was soon asleep; her friend, who has a history of insomnia, lay awake. She noticed Coy in the doorway. He walked over to the bed, knelt, reached over his sleeping daughter and slipped his hand under her friend's panties.
The girl lay still. She pretended to be asleep and hoped that Coy would go away. He hustled around to the other side of the bed, knelt again, shoved her panties to the side with his left hand and started to lick her vagina. Throughout the ordeal, Coy's right hand was out of her view. Again, the girl lay still, hoping he would stop. He didn't, not for a full five minutes.
After Coy left, the girl lay in bed and then went to the bathroom; she later testified that there was "slobber" all over her. She found Carley's mom and told her that her stomach hurt and she wanted to go home. An unknowing Gina arranged a ride for her -- with Carlos himself.
On that drive back, he told her not to tell anybody about what had happened, she said. Coy said she was a great dancer, that he was going to open a dance studio and make her a big star, that he would buy her and her family anything they wanted.
Minutes later, Coy was telling that same story to the girl's grandparents. They had invited him in for menudo and heard the rapper praise the girl's dancing abilities. Later, memories of the scene caused her grandmother to weep on the witness stand. She had always thought her child was a great dancer, too.
The girl's version of the night seemed incomprehensible. Here was a rap star with legions of groupies -- well-developed women flashing breasts for him in postconcert euphoria. How could he possibly prefer preadolescent kids?
Judy Johnson, clinical director for the Texas Department of Criminal Justice's Sex Offender Treatment Program in Huntsville, hasn't made a case study out of Coy. But she says that the onset of pedophilia doesn't occur suddenly in middle age, it begins developing much earlier.
"They don't say, 'Ooh, she's really sexy, she's really coming on to me, I think I'll just explore this possibility,'" Johnson explains. "The preference was already there. Otherwise, it would have been sort of repulsive."
Most people, if they strayed into the notion of sexual attraction to a nine-year-old, would simply tell themselves, "I don't even want to think about that, that's just too weird," she says.
"As we grow up, most of us don't really fight the urges to molest little children," Johnson explains. "Our age preference for the mates we select usually matures with us."
Those who don't gain that maturity may have been affected by a variety of factors: early sex play and exploration, and relationships -- and rejection -- by peers. Another aspect is self-esteem. "What's driving a lot of these pedophiles is that need to feel powerful and overpowering, so they select sex partners that they can overpower and have complete control over."
Johnson is disturbed that Coy encouraged the girls to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacrewith him. She believes it hints to still darker impulses that could eventually escalate into violence over time.
Treatment for pedophiles is uncertain at best. The goal is to get them to avoid acting on their urges, "but as far as changing the urge, it's very unlikely that it will change over time," she says. "That's why they are so dangerous."
In general, Coy's past reflects some similarities with profiles of pedophiles, she believes. Most grow up without a strong male figure in their lives; they can "groom" associates to ignore the obvious signs of their perversion; and serial pedophiles often establish ways -- even dance studios for children -- to attract more potential victims, Johnson says.
"That's very common for pedophiles to create an avenue where they can have one victim right after another," she says. "It's unfortunate, but a lot of predators create their 'candy stores.' " Predators will select youngsters not likely to tell on them, or those unlikely to be believed or those prone to accepting bribes until they feel responsible for what happened. A pedophile can even convince girls "that they had seduced him somehow."
There were no feelings of seduction swirling around inside the nine-year-old friend of the Coy family. Accompanied by her mother, she told her story to Houston police investigators. On September 25, a stunned Carlos Coy was behind bars, charged with aggravated sexual assault of the girl and also of Odom, the mother of the child he'd fathered in a relationship that began when she was 13.
Coy quickly posted bail of $30,000 and began a counteroffensive to the allegations that ripped through the music scene as well as his personal life. Some concert dates were canceled. Children's Protective Services investigators temporarily banned him from contact with his own daughter. Coy told reporters he had even sworn off alcohol and marijuana.
He and his family said Coy was being smeared, that the girl's mother had put her up to saying she was molested because the mother had been scorned by Coy after an affair with him, an accusation the woman hotly denied.
Still, there was no physical evidence, no DNA samples or anything else to independently link him to sexual contact with the child. This was stacking up as a high-stakes swearing match between a nine-year-old girl and a 31-year-old rap star.
Content to call it a vendetta by the accusing parent, Coy tried to get back to normal business at Dope House, an abnormal proposition at best.
Late on February 3, Coy left the company offices, climbed into a van with homies and headed north to New Caney. There, they picked up two females who he said had been pestering them with phone calls saying they were bisexuals who wanted to meet the rap star.
They wound up at a cheap motel on the North Freeway. Coy insisted that he gave the group $100 for them to eat at a nearby Mexican cafe while he napped in the motel room. He swore that he woke up and found one of the females in his bed, although nothing had happened for the hour they were alone.
Her story differed. She told of them getting undressed and having sex while Coy viewed a soft-core Cinemax film. Then she locked herself in the bathroom while her female companion and one of Coy's friends took their turn at sex. The evening ended, she said, with Coy and company unchivalrously dropping them off a few miles from home. Her sister had to come pick them up from a far-northside strip mall in the gray predawn.
Aside from the disputed stories, there was one big problem facing Coy, who was awaiting trial on the earlier charges of sexually assaulting juveniles: These latest groupies were only 14 years old.
Prosecutors added more charges against the rapper, who had his bond revoked. His freedom was gone, and so was much of his credibility.
Got scooped and fixin' to face the man / In the black gown with the wooden hammer-- "Hillwood."
Pretrial hearings had already previewed the approaching spectacle. In February, a small protest erupted as a then-free Coy departed the courthouse.
"Child molester! CHILD MOLESTER!" a small group of women yelled as they followed the defendant down the sidewalk. Coy dismissed them with a religious reference, saying if God wanted him to endure such protests, then he'd do it.
State District Judge Mark Kent Ellis was in less of a mood to endure the anticipated high jinks of a gangsta-rapper trial unfolding last month on the charge involving the family friend, now ten years old.
The judge banned news cameras from the courtroom -- even the entire courthouse. Ellis soon snared his first offender, a Channel 13 cameraman shooting through a glass door the day of the sensitive testimony of the girl. With field-tripping Strake Jesuit College Prep juniors looking on, the judge ordered him into custody, then released him but threatened to bar the station from the trial.
Relatives and friends of the rival sides occasionally sparred verbally outside the courthouse and hallways, sometimes taking on the appearance of an alfresco Jerry Springershow. Almost as fierce were the legal clashes between veteran defense attorney Chip Lewis and prosecutor Denise Oncken.
Coy was jolted by just how far he was from his home turf of South Park and Dope House. Prospective jurors responded to detailed questionnaires that showed few of them were familiar with rap music, music magazines in general or even sexually oriented publications.
These were no homies to Coy. The first potential juror, an oil engineer, set the tone with his answers about the three people he most admired: George Bush, Bill Gates and Jim "Mattress Mac" McIngvale. His least-admired trio? Osama bin Laden, Hillary Clinton and husband Bill.
The final jury focused in on the young accusing witness, clutching a stuffed basset hound doll, who told of wondering if the episode could somehow have been a dream. Then came an angry mother. But the most damning evidence for the defense came from someone who wasn't even a witness: Coy himself.
Prosecutor Lisa Andrews drew from the rapper's own gangsta persona, a defendant who composed songs that glorified the grimmest of crimes to the good citizens filling the jury box.
After a night sequestered in a hotel, jurors convicted Coy of aggravated sexual assault and turned to assessing punishment, which could range from probation to life in prison.
In arguing for mercy from the jury, all his supporters could do was deny that he was the type of person who would sexually assault girls. His sister outlined her brother's strong work ethic, his love of animals and his roots in a family that loved him deeply.
"So he had every advantage in life, and he still molested a nine-year-old girl," Andrews fired back.
Waiting in line to testify were other girls or young women who had had underage sexual encounters with Coy. In likely desperation, the rapper finally took the stand. And he eventually showed why that testimony came against the advice of his own attorney, Lewis.
It began as an asset, with jurors finally getting to hear Coy and his humanizing account of his raw early years. The stocky defendant, who could seem almost insolent or even menacing at times, broke down and wept as he recalled the violin lessons and the antics of his childhood.
But the swaggering South Park Mexican -- the streetwise hustler who felt he could rap his way into and out of situations -- soon made an appearance under fierce rapid-fire cross-examination from Andrews.
What about his earlier comment in the Houston Press, about "fucking all the little young bitches in high school?" Andrews demanded, drawing an audible gasp from one female juror.
Coy hemmed and hawed. "I may have said that," he allowed.
The defendant told the jury that, while out on bail, he tried so hard to avoid any hint of impropriety that, if a teenage girl got in line near him in a grocery store, he'd go to the back of the line. That made Andrews wonder aloud why, if that was the case, he would pile in with his buddies and drive all the way to New Caney to pick up a couple of girls.
In pleading for probation, Coy came up with more grandiose boasts. "Y'all all credit [Mayor] Lee Brown with calming down the gang problem," he said. "I think y'all should thank South Park Mexican."
After sharp questioning about crack dealing and other crimes, he was confronted with the obvious: How could eight young females be wrong in their belief that he molested them or worse?
The seventh-grader from Pasadena? Coy said she was holding a wine cooler when he met her and looked like a "party type." He alluded to another girl as if she was a slut who probably had been in cheap motels before. One young victim and her mother? "The Lady and the Tramp," Coy called them.
No, these weren't the vulnerable girls who Coy had stripped of their innocence. They were liars, all liars. And worse.
The rapper had slipped back into his beat, calling forth sarcastic and occasionally savage scorn for his accusers. Some of his supporters stifled their own glee but snickered at this icon of defiance. But the rap wasn't playing well in this venue, not with the audience that counted most.
After seven hours of deliberation, jurors issued the ultimate critique of his performance. Their verdict: 45 years in prison and a $10,000 fine.
Coy wasn't quite finished with his courtroom duties yet. Judge Ellis, the man with the wooden hammer, summoned him to the bench. In 17 years of criminal justice work, the judge said, Coy was no exception to what he'd learned about sex offenders: that they all were liars.
"You've lied to this court, you've lied to your family, you've lied to your fans with your so-called positive raps when your own life wasn't right," Ellis told him. "The fact is that there is only one victim in this case, and it is a nine-year-old girl," Ellis said. "Now that is reality, and you need to deal with it.
"It's time for you to face the music," Ellis concluded.
The victim's father, Coy's former longtime friend, also ended his victim impact statement with another slap at the rapper. "Coy, you're just gonna be another six-digit number in prison, and you're gonna be singing another tune: 'Don't Mess with Texas.' "
Coy is expected to appeal the verdict. His supporters say his female accusers are just trying to cash in on his wealth and predict they will file civil damage lawsuits. In the meantime, he plans to add to the 300 pages of memoirs he's written while in jail. "The guy's constantly going. He's either always writing songs or writing a book, which I think was good therapy for him, something to keep him busy," his sister says.
Prison may be especially harsh for the rapper, because inmates are known to retaliate against child molesters. Hispanic convicts tend to protect themselves more than other ethnic groups, "but even among the Hispanics, there's very low tolerance for sex offenders, especially when they've got child victims," says TDCJ's Johnson.
She believes he's likely to be put in protective custody and slowly eased into the main prison population. "As long as he just keeps his mouth shut," Johnson says, "there probably won't be anybody that will really pay attention to him."
And that silence may be the ultimate punishment for the man who gained attention with his mouth in a wild ride to fame.
I love it how the majority of people defending Carlos don't know how or choose not to write in proper English. Not only does it make them look uneducated, i don't even take the dumb comments seriouslybut it's just plain funny to read the dumb comments. They have spell check for a reason.
He fucken did it. He's a sick fuck who likes little fucken girls. His first baby Mamma was 13 when she got pregnant and gave birth at 14. I don't Know about u guys but ain't nothing attractive about a 13 year old to me. You gotta be sick. He knew her age cuz he would pick her up and drop her off at her middle school!!! Not only that but how far did he have to go to get pussy from a fucken 14 year old. Sick fuck that's what he is. The
little girl he molested is the daughter of his friend. Like they say the molester is just about always a family member or a friend of the family. He did the crime so now you do your time you sick fuck.
All I know is if that fuckin wetback touched my Lil girl no amount of money would save his ass! I know Carlos and he told me he fucked up and did it and that he was turned on by young pussy real young pussy like under 10 years old. He told me many times how he couldn't help hisself so he is a sick fuck he deserves the electric chair fuckin chlo
You all say that this shit is being racist, but look at the general facts of what fame does to people. There has been numerous accounts of celebrities doing sick shit like this. It's more of a psychological point of view (not racist). After a while, someone with such fame seems to raise their standards in getting satisfaction. Meaning that that "fine ass super model" just doesn't do it for them anymore, & that's when they explore into the unknown (shit that isn't normal). Just because he makes Great music, doesn't make him innocent, he is subject to discipline just like you or me. Especially for doing sick shit like this. Even though they say you are innocent until proven guilty, not in this case. Too many molestation allegations being made, is this a coincidence or are you people blind? The facts will be facts... If he is in fact innocent, the God will know. If he's not, then he better get back on them knees once again...
THiS iS ALL FAKE!!!!! SPM C0ULDNT 0F M0LESTED A LiLL0 GiRL WTF LiKE i UNDERSAND HiS KiDS [DUH iN HiS MUSIC] BUHT A 9 YR. 0LD GiRL NAW && D0 THEY EVEN G0TS E-NUFF EViDANCE????NAW THEiR ALL RACiST!!!!!
[i KN0 MY SPELLiNG SUX!!!!]
You're spelling does suck, indeed. Since you knew that, I don't understand why you couldn't have at least used 'o's' instead of '0's'. No spelling actually INCLUDES numbers. He obviously did something wrong, and something disgusting. You understand it's wrong, and that is why you don't believe he could have done it. Sometimes the people you look up to...sometimes they're just pigs. I didn't think my stepfather could have ever done anything like that, but he sexually assaulted and harassed me from the time I was 14 until I moved out. I told, and he is still a free man. Why? Because no one believed he'd do anything like that...never a credible man like him- well he did...and I'm the one suffering. Not him. SPM deserved his time, because he obviously did something wrong- if not molesting the girl..it was certainly sleeping with all of those underage females.
Studies reveral that Mexicans are infact memebers of the Casucasian race. So, it's not about race, it's about a child molester getting what he deserved. Enjoy hell, SPM.
well as far i see he was convicted on some very weak evidence... i do not trust texas justce... until he gets a trial outside of texas jurisprudence with a nono bias jury... reason tells me to think he is inocent... I know texas law has a tendency to judge base on pseudo moralistic assumptions before actual evidence... his kid was rigtheous and an easy target...ps sorry for the terrible speling... english is definetely my second language...
there is no phisical evidence that spm did anything. all the fuccen feds did was go by hear say. all they did was make false alligations so they can get his money cuh he was a rich motha fucca. i personaly think all them niggas that said that shit should be locced up in his place for lieing about something that serious.
man dnt get diz shiet twisted cuz dats a whole bunch of bullshiet..fuk you white people..oo n by the way listend to da song when devils strikes n your ganna o wo you FUVKED WITH....
I love calos' music but alot of the people here leaving comments need to face the fact. i mean, I could understand him being innocent If there was one accuzation but four or five of them. If any of theese people leaving comments have children, maybe they should rethink their statement.
fuck hoo eva wrote dis free spm ya fuckin racists and if ya got a problem with beefy people shuv beef up ur ass
I've always been a big fan of SPM, and never really paid much attention to his allegations until listening to the lyrics of his most recent album."When Devils Strike." My personal opinion is that no one will ever really know the truth but i do know this...When you have 8 counts of child molestation, and one mainly focusing on you how do you get to that point...i mean how do you get that many counts of child molestation..I'll always enjoy his music, however be a fan never..It's hard to represent someone of your own raza that is convicted of such a horrible act!! I will say this though if R-kelly doesn't get prison time that will be very unjust especially when there is a tape validating his conviction..SPM was more verbal allegations and testimonials..they never had any tangible evidence other that the testimonies of the women...Either way only the good lord knows the truth...Peace
What the fuck... Texas is a southstate right?Carlos is a hispanic, and and the white american KKK fuckers is just jealous cuz a hispanic rapper were getting to famous so they wanted to make people forget about him and charge him, probably everyone of those fucking liers that said he had sex with them are members or their parents members of the Ku Klux Klan, and so also the damn fucking judge, and jury, probably KKK supporters or members all of them, just jealous, and after his money... no fucking evidence that he have done anything to the 9 years old girl, just becourse the kids bitch-mother were dissed by Carlos she wanted to to charge him and get money and get him away, to prison, if it were a white american guy who had been charged then it would've been different.... fuck the racism.... damn suckers get money by telling the truth don't lie and destroy people like Carlos, Carlos music really comes to my heart, and i know this all is bullshit... damn jealous whities....
don't worry white KKKBITCHEZ I'm white my self, but i don't see the color of the skin, it's the warmth and kindness from the heart that makes us different, evil from good... it's so easy to charge a guy cuz he's famous and he's black or Hispanic or something but if it were a white guy it would have been different, I don't say i have any proof but i just speak my mind, and here i live in sweden we have freedom of speech so FUCK YOU KU KLUX KLAN FUCKERS, GET A FUCKING LIFE AND FREE CARLOS YOU FUCKING JEALOUS BASTARDS, SEND SOMEONE TO PRISON FOR 45 YEARS WITHOUT ANY EVIDENCE IT STINKS CORRUPT COURT ALL THE WAY TO SWEDEN...
GOT ANY PROBLEM WITH MY COMMENT PLEASE CONTACT ME MY MAIL IS EL_COKA@HOTMAIL.COMBRING IT ON RACIST BASTARDS....YOU JUST PATHETIC, THERE ARE NO RACES WE'RE ALL HUMAN, JUST DIFFERENT COLORS OF OUR SKIN, BUT THE SKIN DON'T MAKE THE PERSON....
THE HEART AND THE ACTIONS MAKES THE PERSON... THINK ABOUT IT....
I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOUR COMPLAINT....
GET REAL FOR FUCK SAKE....
Im a huge spm fan and i like all his work. I really dnt think that he could have done such a thing like that to a 9 year old girl. Come on people he is Carlos Coy. South Park Muthafuckin Mexican. He could fuck any bitch he wanted to but i know he wouldnt fuck around with a lil girl. I mean if he really did do that i am gonna be really disapointed because i look up to him. Im 99.9% sure that he didnt do that. Where is the evedince? All they had was a lil 9 year old girl saying he did it and a bunch of other lil bitches that are just trying to make a quick buck off a lawsuit. If he did mess around with any underage girls im sure he didnt know they were underage. Parents you need to stop letting your lil 13 14 15 year old daughters dress like 20 year olds with all that fuckin maku up bkuz they gna get us playas into some shit. And to rap this shit up, The prosacuters or jurers need to review there fuckin documents. Fuck judge ellis because he dont evev know what the fuck is up. Yall should have never fucked with spm!!!!!!!!!!!!
first of all fuck all dem haterz yall dont know shit how he grew up i understand part of his life cuz my dad wuz and still aint around. but u can tell aint no lil bitch tell time for shit which means dat girls mom had sumthin 2 do wit it if she knew his raps which she should since they're family friends she shouldnt of let her daughter stay there and why would he barely do it now. he could have just about any bitch he wants so why a lil bitch n dat crap bout he'd be fuckin all da lil bitches he wuz n high skool wen he said it they cant pull dat shit out on him n they cant do dat wit his rhymes etha sum shit he culd b jux putn in for a candy coatin like most rappers. so lets see no evidence, ppl cumn out da woodwork barely dat u kno r getn paid dat say he did sumthin, and a lil girl dat dont kno shit and her angery bitch of a mother dat hates him = a high chance he didnt do it. and dem 2 14y/o were probly sum tricks tryin 2 make a buck.
free dat s.p.m. we always bhind u 100% los
SEE MAN I THINK DATS WRONG LOCKIN SOMBODY UP FOR NO EVIDIENCE...SURE YALL HAD MICHAEL JACKSONS EVIDENCE BUT YOU DIDNT GIVE HIM 45 YEARS....DATS WRONG WAT YOU DO TO DA MEXICAN YOU KNOW AT LEATS GIVE HIM 2 YEARS JUST BCUZ THERE IS NO EVIDENCE....MAN ALL IM SAY IS FREE SPM...AND FOR YOU PPL WHO THINK HE IZ GUILTY GO THROUGH DA THINGS HE HAD WENT THROUGH GETTIN REJCTED FATHER LEAVIN AT AGE THREE AND NOBODY FOR HIM TO LOOK UP TO.LETS SEE IF YOU COULD DO BETTER IN HIZ SITUATION!!!!!!!!!!!!FREE SPMMEXICAN PRIDE!! US MEXICANOS NEED A DAY OF UNITY!!!!!!!!!
THE PROSACUTER IS FUCKED UP FOR SAYING THAT AND CONVICTED U FOR THAT SHIT THAT U MOST LIKELY DIDN'T DO SO DO YO TIME AND GET OUT
WELL I WANT TO START OFF BY SAYING THAT SPM DIDNT DO THE SHIT THEY SAY HE DID.NO MATTER WAHT IM GOING TO STAND UP FOR MY BOY.FREE SOUTH PARK MEXICAN.
OMG FUCKKK ALL THE HATERz!SPM iS THE FUKiN BOMB!FOREALz!HE KEEPz iT REALL!ALL THE WAiiANYWAYZ ALL THAT WAS B.S!HOW COULD THEY PUT CARLOS iS JAiL WHEN THEY DiDNT HAVVE ENOUGH EViDENCE!MY OPPiNiON iS DAT THE DAD OF THE 9YEAR OLD GURL WAS JUST JEALOUSE OF CARLOS!SO HE SETT EVERYTHiNG UPP!&& THEN THE OTHER GURLz JUST WENT && LiEDD TOO GET SUM CA$H MONEYY..............FUCKK THEMM CUz KARMAz A BiTCH WAT GOES AROUND------> COMEz AROUND--------->THOSE LiL BiTCHEz BETTER REMEBER DATT! THEY DONT KNO WiTH WHO THEY MESSED WiTHH!&& WEN LOS COMEz OUTT HEz GONNA BE GREATER THAN EVER!CUz HEz GOTT MORE PUBLiCiTYY && i THiNKK THiS CASE WASS MADE iN RACEiST WAY CuZ THEY LET MiCHEAL JAKSOOOOON OUTT!!!!!!!!!! SO FuCK iT iT iS WATT iT iS!........................FREE SPM FREE SPM FREE SPM FREE SPM FREEE SPM FREE SPM FREEE SPM FREEE SPM!!!!!!!!!FREEE LOS FREE LOS FREE LOS FREE LOS FREE LOS FREEE LOS FREE LOS FREE LOS FREE LOS!!!! SOUTH PARK MEXiCAN ALL THE WAYY BABBY!
I used to listen to spm music. i thought it was good. but if my daughter told me somebody was molesting her, there would be one more dead mexican.NO QUESTIONS ASKED
MAAN SPM..... WHAT CAN I Say THAT NIGGA MA BOI FUK THE LAWZ FUK THE POLICE FUK THE MUTHAFUKIN COPS KEEP HAITIN FREE SPM AND IF NO NIGGA LIKE IT GO SUK A FUKIN DICK
YOU CANT KEEP A GOOD MAN DOWM....GOD WILL HAVE HIS SAY IN TIME....THIS MAN IS A SAVIOR..........LORD KNOWS...LORD KNOWS...
OK TIME FOR MY COMMENT Y IS IT DAT SPM A LOWER CLASS MEXICANO GETz ACCUSED OF THIS SHIT BUT R KELLY AND MICHAEL JACKSON GET ACCUSED OF THE SHIT AND THEY ARE FREE AND LIVING LIFE TO DA FULLEST Y BECAUSE THEY HAVE DA MONEY DA FERIA YA SPM DIDNT HAVE DAT ABILITY IM NOT SURE IF HE DID IT BUT WITH THE EVIDENCE WELL LACK OF EVIDENCE REALLY IT DOESNT SEEM POSSIBLE IVE HAD HOMIES ACCUSED OF DA SAME SHIT BECAUSE OF HYNAS GETTIN MAD AND TRYIN TO FUCK PEOPLES LIFES UP BUT DA CASES WERE DROPPED TO DUE TO LACK OF PHYSICAL EVIDENCE SO REALLY I THINK HES INNONCENT AND KARMAS A BITCH AND HONESTLY THIS HAS ITS GOOD POINTS HES GETTIN PUBLICITY EVEN THOU ITS NOT ON A GOOD TIP BUT HIS MUSIC IS GETTIN SYNICATED MORE MORE MUSIC PLAY HIS NAME IS GETTIN PUT OUT THERE AND I KNOW WHEN HE GET OUT HE GONNA COME BACK WITH A MOTHER FUCKEN VENGANCE AND TELL EVERYONE TO KISS HIS ASS WHO DIDNT BELIEVE IN HIM SO KEEP UR HEAD UP AND WE'LL SEE YA SOON IM UP N IM OUT LA UNICA TRAVIEZA X3 BESOS MUAH!
I believe that what the little girl says is true. I know Carlos, I was one of the "young ones". He is a sick bastard.
Its like what everyone says, no evidence to support that nine year old's statment against Carlos Coy. Its also fucked up that they were using SPM's lyrics to counter claim his freedom. Just because he grew up with a hard life, that dont mean that he is gonna take it out on a little gurl. I mean come on if she was friends with Carlos's daughter dont u think that she would listen to SPM's type of music, to hear what he has to say. So her knowing how SPM is so to speak, why would she go over and spend the night in the first place then? THey cant just fuckin use his lyrics for that shit! Idk man they fuckin system has to look over that case again, cause what they are doing is fucked up! gives me more of a reason to hate the system its self! FREE SPM BABY!
On a lyrical level SPM was wack. The only thing he had going for him was that he was hispanic... sort of like Carlos Mencia. Anyways, come on... let's get real- a 9 year-old little girl isn't going to lie about that. Ya'll probably believe Michael Jackson was innocent too, right? For what ever its worth he should have been rehabilitated, i think prisons brings the worse out of people. Anyways, if ya'll really care about him put some money in his commissary. I mean, come on... the evidence is right there- the girl he knocked up?? Obviously that is what he was attracted to.... young girls. He would have been cool if it was 2,000 years ago... wrong place, wrong time I guess! ;c)
I think that bitchass nigga shuold get a grip an think about the people she is hurting.Dosent she know that what goes aroud comes aroud.Ilove carlos coy he is my baby all i want 2 tell u carlos is 2 take care and keep making new albums
YEA DAT IS B.S DID THEY HAV EVIDENCE?!!! DONT THINK SOOOO THEY JUZ HATIN!!!! SPM IS DA BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fuck all haters yeall dont know los yo i dont know him but he didint do that bullshit ive been down with los 4 like ever we been through wat los says das why his shit is da realest free spm
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO at dat pussy gettin fukked in da anus right about now by 2 niggaz that r HIV positive. Homo ass nigga gets what he deserves. But aye on da real tip do yall think dat nigga would give a flying fuck if yall were "LOCKED UP"? fukkkk naw he wouldnt. tell yall what all yall stfu in go buy da sissys album whether u want to or not. LOOKS LIKE HES THA WUN THATS USIN RED M&M'S FOR LIPSTICK. lollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll -BLOODY WAR -SPM
DAWM i L0VE SPM && HE DiDNT D0 SHiT iZ JUZT ALL 'EMFAKE AZZ FEMALEZ DAT PUT HiM iN JAiL 4 SUMDUMB SHiT! LOS NEEDZ 2 B FREE . . . i W0ULD REALLY LiKE2 MEET LOS CUZ HE A BADAZZ PERS0N && HE REALi L0VE U L0S FUH EVA
mane los did not do dat people always wanna c some one down he gonna get out an prove to da world u cant stop him
How can an innocent man sit behind jails to rot without having a proper trial. I think its a bunch of bullshit of how the prosecuters sent him to 45 years of prison whithout studying the evidence. The lawyers did not bring up the girls possible intentions of accusing him of rape. All those lying bitches want is the money and publicity!! All I can say is dat SPM can be doing so many things outta prison and instead he is caged like an animal. FREE SPM!!!!!!!!!!!
fuk all of yall i l0v3 spm carlos coy, das my baby,i l0v3 h1m 2 d3ath. fuk all d3m hat1ng ass fak3 h00drats!!all 1 gotta say 1s dat carlos didnt do chyt h3's mothfuck1ng 1noc3nt ok!!
free spm fr33 spm. 1 l0v3 u carlos .baby u m3an da world 2 m3
all that is a fuck load of bullshit spm is innocent and needs to be free so he can continue to spread his words. that little nine year old bitch is lyin but it dont matter cuz even behind bars he released when devils strike. spm for ever cabrones
WHATS UP MAN AINT NOTHING CHANGE SP IS STILL THE KING OF THE RAP GAME.FUCK THAT LITTLE SNOTTY NOSE BRAT TRYING TO MAKE HER FAMILY.LIKE SPM SAID THESE STREET TRYING TO BURN US ALIVE AND THATS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED.BUT GOD WONT LET A INNOCENT MAN DIE IN JAIL.
I agree with most of the other comments presented here. Even though he can not protest under Statute of Limitation, I still don't understand why it took so long for these stories to come up. What I realize is that when someone with a troubled background comes up on top and begins making money others always want a piece of the fortune no matter what the circumstances are. Look at other cases with celeberties. Michael Jackson and Kobe Bryant had charges against them but theirs got settled out of court. Robert Kelly had actual proof against him but no jail time at all. I'm sorry if Carlos Coy isn't as well known or makes as much money but in order to make an appropriate sentence we should take a stronger look at the evidence.
I L0V3 SPM IV3 B33N H3AR1NG H3'S MUS1C 3V3R S1NC3 1 WAS A LIL G1RL, N FUK ALL YALL HAT1NG ASS BITCH3Z. CARLOS COY DIDNT D0 CHYT . I L0V3 CARLOS N I W1LL SUPP0RT H1M T1LL DA FUK1NG 3ND I DONT KAR3 WUT YALL SAY I DONT B3L3AV3 IN YALL I B3L3AV3 IN H1M N I KNOW H3'S GONNA G3T OUT OF DA P3N SOON,CUS I PRAY FOR H1M 3V3RY N1GHT.FR33 SPM!!FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!! FR33 SPM!!!
damn ol boy los wuz just tryna make sum change damn always tryna lock up da mexican and they didnt even much have evidense dat sum shit
I've never heard this guys music, my opinion will not be based upon him as an artist. While it seems there was insufficient evidence to prove the 9 y/o claims of molestation, and the statue of limitation being well past due on the young lady who mothered his son, lyrics and comments made years ago do not amount to enough evidence to convict and sentence a man to 45 years in prison. As far as the two teens who allegedly initiated the motel tryst, I couldn't say with certainty they are 100 percent credible. Indeed, upon appeal, there are many issues that should be brought to light, in the meanwhile, I do hope Carlos make the best out of a bad situation.
I dont know I like carlos And his music.It was fucked up that it had to be like it is.How could she know that it was five mins She is only nine years old they really cant pin point like that.On the other hand her statement about being a good dancer And then right after that carlos saying the samething to the girls family that Says that she is saying something right so that really makes you think DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.You give it all up for that.I know for a fact that every man runs into a situtation like that.Its not that there looking for the time for it to fall in place NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.Your mind automatically says wait what the hell and this dont look right and it sure dosent feel right and you change that situation.So i guess he did it.I tell you whats even more fucked up I still like carlos coey And i still will buy his music.
Yeah that all was a bunch of bullshit..... I mean dont get me wrong i dont know if he did it or not but damn they could have looked in harder on the case...there could possibly be a innocent man in jail right now and for what?? cause sum lil bitches mama has a gruge againts the family...thats what happens when u put a black or hispanic person with power in front of a jury of republican crackas and bitch prossecuter who just wants money....its all bullshit...theyll get theres in the end.