The Five Best Juicy J Outros of All Time

Juicy J of Three-6 Mafia
The charismatic Juicy J of Three-6 Mafia takes the stage tonight at Irving Plaza. While his legacy is no doubt acclaimed for the group's groundbreakingly cryptic early work, irresistible later anthems and one of the greatest Oscar acceptance speeches of all time, there's one more aspect to Juicy J that's gone under-appreciated for far too long. In a world where rap albums, mixtapes and free downloads have become overwrought with meandering and forgettable skits, absolutely nobody has made as consistently entertaining outros as Juicy J and DJ Paul. While their earlier work featured brooding atmospheric outros that aimed to keep the album's vibe going while the two informed loyal listeners of the upcoming Hypnotized Minds releases, right around the turn of the century the two began cutting loose and having fun while listing off what was next for the crew. In the name of perhaps hip-hop's most consistently reliable form of info-tainment, here are our picks for Juicy J's top outros of all time!

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Project Pat: "Juicy J Was the Full Backbone, Brains, Business, Everything of Three 6 Mafia"

What Cha Starin' At?
Good googly moogly Project Pat loves New York City. Unlike some Southern acts -- namely Lil Wayne and Riff Raff -- who have expressed a disdain for NYC, the hood renowned Mista Don't Play is not among their ranks. That's why the original Three 6 Mafia man finds himself on the island of Manhattan in the dead of the winter giving his fans a healthy fix of that Cheez N Dope. We caught up with the the Pat about what he, Juicy J, and the rest of the members of Three 6 have been up to of late. Vintage Pat, he had a lot to tell and didn't hold back.

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Live: At Westway, Three 6 Mafia Turn a Former Strip Club Into a Fight Club

Three 6 Mafia
Thursday, September 6

Better than: Waiting in line outside of Supreme.

There was a problem. Three 6 Mafia couldn't get to the stage; 50 people blocked their way, a fire hazard if there ever was one. A man got on the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, please clear a path. Please cooperate, or else there won't be a show." No one moved; no one could. Fifteen minutes passed; everything felt hot. Oxygen hid. A guy standing across the stage muttered, "They should just plow through. This is so wack and not punk rock." Four feet away, a girl yelled back in agreement. Ten minutes later, there was progress. Now only one man—wearing a Yankees hat—stood in the way, unable to find standing room while already standing in the room. The host got back on the microphone: "You're fucking the show up for everybody, and most importantly, you're fucking it up for Supreme. If you respect the brand, respect the instructions." A fight broke out; the Yankee got pushed far enough so that Three 6 Mafia could now squeeze by. Right on time, 30 minutes late, the show started.

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