DMX was that kind of hero. The wild dog from Yonkers, an undeniable rap legend of the turn of the millennium, the uncrowned king of New York, and a preacher locked in a constant, inner battle between good and evil. DMX was the guy who wasn’t afraid to cry—whether on stage or in a TV studio. He was also the guy who, if you found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, might’ve robbed you of your last dollar, all while setting a stolen pit bull on you. Honestly, if something like that ever happened to me, I’d probably straight-up lose control of both my bladder and my bowels on the spot.