Outlawz rapper Young Noble, who collaborated with Tupac Shakur, dead at 47 as Snoop Dogg leads tributes
The musician, who was a frequent collaborator of the late rapper Tupac Shakur, died by suicide in Atlanta on July 4, TMZ reported.
A GoFundMe has since been launched by his family to raise funds for funeral expenses.
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4 Rapper Young Noble, who belonged to the hip-hop group Outlawz, has died at age 47.
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The Post has reached out to the Atlanta Police Department for comment.
Following the news of Young Noble's death, rapper Snoop Dogg led tributes to Noble, whose real name was Rufus Lee Cooper III, on social media.
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'DAMN Mental health is real,' wrote Snoop, who was on Death Row Records with Noble and Shakur in the lead up to his 1996 death.
The 'Drop It Like It's Hot' hitmaker, 53, shared the post on his Instagram Story to Shakur and Outlawz's track, 'The Good Die Young.'
Elsewhere, musician Damien 'Big Percy' Roderick paid his respects to the late rapper, writing, 'Damn @outlawznation @theoutlawzofficial REST EASY HOMIE @young_noble wish I could change our last call we had DAMN PRAYERS UP.'
4 The musician, who was a frequent collaborator of the late rapper Tupac Shakur, died by suicide in Atlanta on July 4.
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Fellow Outlawz member E.D.I. Mean also shared a heartfelt tribute about his former groupmate.
'Today I got some of the worst and unexpected news imaginable,' he wrote on Instagram. 'My brother and partner for over 30 years took his life this morning. Rest in Power Rufus Young Noble Cooper.'
He added that he's in 'no shape to talk about this right now.'
4 Young Noble joined Outlawz in 1996 after being personally selected by Shakur.
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'Mental illness is a real battle being fought by so many. CHECK ON UR FOLKS!' he wrote.
He captioned the heartbreaking post, 'I'm at a loss for words. 💔'
Snoop rushed to the comments section, writing, 'Damn cuz 🙏🏾. 🕊️. Sending prayers to the family,' as co-founder and former CEO of Death Row Records Suge Knight's son, Suge J. Knight, wrote, '🙏🏽 Long Live a Legend.'
The rapper joined Outlawz in 1996 after being personally selected by Shakur, who put the group together in 1995. He was the last member to join the popular hip-hop group.
The group signed with Death Row Records in 1997 following Shakur's death and remained on the label until 1999.
He went on to collaborate with the 'Changes' hitmaker on a total of four tracks on Shakur's 1996 album 'The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory,' including the hit song 'Hail Mary.'
As for his solo music, Noble released the 'Noble Justice' album in 2002, followed by 'Son of God' in 2012.
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4 The group signed with Death Row Records in 1997 following Shakur's death and remained on the label until 1999.
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In his final social media post before his untimely death, Noble shared a message on Instagram that read, 'You're not reading this by accident. This is your confirmation. You're going to make it. No matter what it looks like right now.'
'God is going to send blessings, solutions, healing, love, and positive change your way. So hold on, be strong and don't give up. You are next in line for your miracle,' his June 22 post added.
If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts or are experiencing a mental health crisis and live in New York City, you can call 888-NYC-WELL for free and confidential crisis counseling. If you live outside the five boroughs, you can dial 988 to reach the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline or go to SuicidePreventionLifeline.org.
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'I have pizza in the car,' says Sharon. 'I don't like pizza.' 'You love pizza.' 'I fuckin' hate pizza.' 'You love pizza, you liar.' 'I don't want pizza.' Gary crosses his legs and tries to look amused at the goings-on. 'Yum, pizza,' says Jack. 'Fuck you,' says Ozzy. Sharon laughs. 'Ha, ha, ha, ha.' 'Stop lying,' says Jack. 'Isn't AA all about being honest?' 'Ha, ha, ha, ha.' 'OK, end of AA jokes,' says Kelly. 'What?' says Ozzy. 'What?' 'I don't find them remotely funny,' says Kelly. Ozzy shouts, 'I'm not talking about AA!' 'He is!' says Kelly, pointing at her brother. 'I'm talking to Jack!' Everyone in the room quiets down a little, taking a break from what could, with just a little more time, escalate into one of those catastrophes. Ozzy excuses himself to go use the toilet. While he's gone, Gary, Sharon and the kids talk about the proposed name for the show, Ozzy and Harried, a play on the Ozzie and Harriet perfect-family sitcom from the 1950s. An opinionated bunch, the kids think the title is 'stupid, stupid, stupid'; moreover, among themselves, they secretly believe that Gary is 'full of shit' and 'seems like a shyster.' 'What's the working title?' asks Ozzy, returning. 'Osbourne, a Poor Little White Boy,' says Sharon, joking around. 'Ozzy and Harried,' says Gary. 'Ozzy and Herod,' says Ozzy. 'Who's Herod?' 'Harried,' says Gary. 'Like, you know, harried!' 'Well, it's too much like Ozzy and Harriet, isn't it?' says Ozzy. 'Ha, ha, ha, ha.' 'We're trying to spoof that,' says Gary, clearly playing out of his depth. 'Osbourne, Poor Little White Boy — kind of like that,' Ozzy says, getting up again. 'I've got to get out of here,' he announces. 'Dad, calm down,' says Kelly. 'You've got time, Dad,' says Jack. 'We leaving, then?' says Ozzy, lurching toward the door, already just about half-gone. LATER ON, Ozzy is back in his house, in his TV room, which is his favorite room. On the floor, leaning against a wall, are several of his wildly colorful doodle-style drawings, with titles like Life After Birth, Death That Lives Within Your Heads and Dream Shuttle of Doom. The dogs are knocking about underfoot, much to Ozzy's delight. He meanders out of the room and returns with some sausage. He's on the Atkins all-fat diet and has slimmed down from 194 pounds to 168 pounds. He's working on bettering himself in all ways possible, but parts of him have already been damaged beyond repair. There's his shaking fingers, self-animated and not entirely under his control — no doctor yet has been able to figure that out. His hearing is one-third shot; in its place is a whistling noise that he sometimes thinks will drive him crazy — but which also might explain why he seems so spaced-out a lot of the time. Flopping onto the couch beneath a massive painting of Sodom and Gomorrah, he says, 'Every time I sit in this room, I want a cigarette. This is where I used to smoke. Actually, every time I eat, I want a cigarette. Every time I wake up in the morning, I want one. Every time I go to sleep, I want one. And they say it's not addictive. Fuck.' He rips a hunk of sausage loose with his teeth and chews. 'Say, if you want to smoke, that doesn't bother me,' he goes on. 'I'll just get the contact smell. I'm fine with it. Absolutely fine. I might even join you,' he says. 'Ha, ha.' OCCASIONALLY, Sharons sits with Jack and tells stories about the early days of Ozzy and Black Sabbath. At the time, her father — a rather unsavory figure in London, according to Sharon — was a big-shot manager. When Black Sabbath first hit the scene, word went around among managers that 'this band were all idiots and just prime for the taking.' Her dad sent an associate to pick the guys up and bring them in for an interview, but the colleague swiped the band to manage himself. And to pillage: When it was all over, the guys in Black Sabbath — Ozzy, Bill Ward, Tony Iommi and Geezer Butler – had gotten almost nothing for their efforts. Jack shakes his head in dismay. Then Sharon recalls the events surrounding the tragic death of Randy Rhoads, the pint-size wizard of a guitarist who helped Ozzy launch his solo career. It happened eighteen years ago in a field in Florida. Sharon and Ozzy were asleep in the back of the tour bus. The bus driver, who was also a pilot, had turned up a small plane to fly, and Randy was in the plane with him, just tooling around. But then the driver saw his wife, who'd recently filed for divorce, step down from the bus, and he decided to buzz her. 'And the plane hit the bus, cracked the bus and went through into a house, and it was just a fucking nightmare. The house caught on fire.' 'Wasn't there a deaf guy in the house?' 'Yes, there was, Jack, and your dad ran in there and got him out. It was just horrible… A week later, I had Ozzy auditioning new guitarists.' 'Why?' 'Because your dad was in such a bad state of shock, I knew that unless we did something, Ozzy would be over. It was the most devastating thing that had ever happened to him. He couldn't talk. He couldn't do a fucking thing.' 'He needed to get right back into it, right?' 'Yes,' says Sharon. And so these are the tales that are told at the Osbourne house, and the tales that Jack will tell his kids, and his kids their kids, and so on into the future. And there are so many tales. And they've had such an impact. 'I find it so annoying, people asking me if my dad eats bats,' Aimee says one evening. 'All the time, they ask that. At school, almost every day, some reta*d would come up to me and go, 'So, do you guys eat bats?' And I'm like, 'Yeah, all the time. You should come over, we're having a bat barbecue this weekend.' And they believe me! I had a few friends come around once, and they think it's really weird, because he doesn't talk, and he sits in his TV room, and they look at him and they say, 'Why doesn't he talk? Why isn't he crazy?' And I'm like, 'Sorry to disappoint you.'' She turns to go. 'Anyway, that's why I don't really have people over to the house anymore.' She also doesn't go to school anymore; she just couldn't relate to the other kids. This doesn't bother Sharon, but Ozzy thinks she will live to regret it. GROWING UP in the working class rubble fields of Birmingham, England, Ozzy himself dropped out at the age of fifteen. The son of a toolmaker dad and a car-horn-tester mom, he was severely dyslexic and over-the-top hyperactive, and all of his teachers told him he was stupid, a dunce, a moron who would never make anything of his life. So he left to become a smalltime and fairly inept thief, landed in jail once or twice, and spent most of his time getting stoned and drunk. In fact, he first got high when he was about five — he and his pal Patrick would toddle up to some idling car and suck down the fumes. 'Fucking great, man,' he'd think, and then they would wobble off to find a ball of tar or creosote and sniff that, too. Getting fucked up is what Ozzy was about. A huge Beatles fan, he fancied himself a singer and managed to talk his poor old dad into buying him a mike and a PA system, which eventually led to the formation of Black Sabbath. But even during his Sabbath years — from 1969 to 1978, when he and the boys played sludge-thick, extreme-downer songs about war and paranoia and death and hate, and pretty much founded the heavy-metal genre — all Ozzy really cared about was his next buzz. 'People would run up to me, 'Do you realize the profound effect you've had on rock & roll?' And I'd go, 'What the fuck?' The only thing that concerned me was how fast we could get to the pub.' And Ozzy loved it. 'We got fucking smashed every day. And then when we came here to Beverly Hills, we had drugs, we had chicks, we had orgies. I thought I'd died and gone to fucking Rome.' After the band fired him, Ozzy spent the next six months in a hotel room, getting drunk and getting stoned, deep into fulfilling his schoolteacher's expectations of him. By happenstance, his manager at the time was Sharon's dad. One day in 1979, he sent her over to collect a debt from the fucked-up fuck-up, and, seeing the state he was in, she decided to come to his rescue. 'When I met Sharon, I was on a real rocket to a fucking hole in the ground,' he says. 'I was married to my first wife and had children, and I'd totally fucked it up. I'd beaten her — fucking everything. I was a drunken pig that didn't have the time for anybody or anybody else's feelings. But you know what Sharon did for me? She said, 'I found this place where they teach you to drink properly. It's called the Betty Ford Center, in Palm Springs.' I go, 'Yeah, maybe.' I imagined myself in a Thirties bow tie and smoking jacket, sitting at the bar, taking a sip of a martini. I go, 'Yeah, I'll go.' So I walk in there and go, 'Where's the bar?' And they go, 'Oh, you're definitely in the right place!'' He stayed there for six weeks, checked out and within three hours was potted again. His first wife divorced him. He started going out with Sharon, and because she was a drinker as well, they made a fine couple and got married in 1982. Sharon soon stopped drinking, however, while Ozzy kept on going. Then came the kids, and as everyone got older, Ozzy began to think about changing. Kelly and Jack would sit him down and say, 'We know. You can't fool us. We know you're taking drugs and getting stoned and…' To himself, Ozzy was thinking, This is not right. I should be giving my kids advice, they're fucking giving me advice, and I'm their dad, and… 'Please don't come to school today,' they would beg when it was time for a parent-teacher conference. 'You're stoned.' 'I'm not stoned!' 'Yes, you are,' Sharon would say. 'I've been with you long enough, I don't really want to walk around with you. I'll see you later.' Then guilt and shame would overcome Ozzy, and he would say, 'I better check myself into another hospital.' 'You better, Dad,' his kids would say. This conversation, or one like it, still takes place every so often at the Osbournes. It happened over New Year's. It may happen again. 'If I don't do what's suggested to me, then I'll fall off,' Ozzy says. 'Then I get pointed in the direction of a room, and I'm locked in there for thirteen weeks. I mean, it's hard. Even now, I could come home this afternoon fucking sloshed or fucking under arrest. The thing is, I feel that most of my life has been worthless and useless, and I'm only now at the age where I'm beginning to understand why I feel that way. As a child, if someone tells you you're fucking worthless, you become fucking worthless. And that's what happened to me.' Spend anytime around Ozzy and you can't help but like him. He's often droll and amusing, and when he says something droll and amusing, he pauses afterward, his mouth agape, looking very much like the late comic George Burns, his eyes flashing emerald green, waiting to see if you're with him. Plus, he's known to be a good neighbor. 'An ideal neighbor,' says Pat Boone, who happens to have recorded Ozzy's great song 'Crazy Train' on his easy-listening Metal Moods album. 'There's never been any problems whatsoever, although occasionally there's loud music coming from the pool house, very loud sometimes.' Pat recalls that the first time he met Ozzy, on the street in front of their homes, Ozzy was shuffling along 'with that weird gait of his,' and Pat went right up to him and, in his peppiest Pat Boone voice, said, 'Hi, neighbor!' Ozzy lifted his eyes and said they must get together someday for tea, but so far it hasn't happened. This dismays Pat. He really would like to get to know all the Osbournes, especially since their respective housekeepers are such good friends and have reported to Pat that Mr. Ozzy is 'a model parent and very health-conscious.' As much as he is looking forward to this tea, however, Pat, who is a devout Christian, does seem a little bit worried about how he is going to handle Ozzy's frequent use of the f word, or 'the fricative,' as Pat likes to call it. One can only say that if Pat just tunes out that word, he will have a pleasant time indeed, because Ozzy can be infinitely agreeable, and he is more than happy to tell you anything you want to know. His favorite food is meat, any meat except red meat, and he doesn't floss. Hates vacuum cleaners ('They make the most nauseating fucking racket in the world, like a dying wildebeest being dragged up and down the corridor') and telephones ('Fucking die, you bastards!'). He colors his hair. Sometimes, when he's out walking one of the tiny dogs, despite all the rough-looking tattoos on his skin and the crosses hanging off his neck, the gay guys in the park will toss smoochy-smoochy sounds at him. The last time he cried was two days ago, in therapy. He used to think about suicide 'on a daily basis… but I ain't got the guts to do it, to be honest with you.' He still can't read very well. On television, he watches only the History Channel, the Discovery Channel and A&E, along with the occasional M*A*S*H* rerun. He loves his naps: 'I love a good old kip — an afternoon nap — it's the best thing in the world. Whether you call it escaping reality or what, it's fucking great. At least you wake up with your head still on your shoulders, and you haven't fucked somebody else's wife.' Before going onstage, he gets very nervous, which leads him to take about '5,000 dumps.' He can't remember what he got for his last birthday or last Christmas. Talking to Sharon on the phone, he will say, 'I've got nothing to do now, will you come home and cuddle me?' And she will say, 'That's what I love to hear, my darling. I love you, and I miss you. I will come home and give you a nice big kiss and hugging. I miss you. I'm coming home soon… ' He often thinks about all his fallen comrades. 'The list is endless, the number of guys that either committed suicide, OD'd, shot themselves, fucking drowned, fell off the fucking this or that, or got it in a car wreck, or just never woke up, you know, choked on their own vomit, froze to death, set themselves on fire. Sam Kinison, Stevie Marriott of Humble Pie. For every Ozzy Osbourne, there's fucking ten dead bodies. Bon Scott, John Bonham, fucking Cozy Powell. Randy Rhoads.' He thinks about Randy every day and knows that had he been awake, he would have been on the plane and been killed. THE NEXT MORNING, Sharon returns from a meeting at Jack's school. It's a school for kids with dyslexia. Today she's learned that Jack has skipped school twenty-seven times this year. He's been hanging out at the clubs on Sunset Strip and been just too pooped for school the next day. So he's in trouble. And now Sharon is in trouble, with Ozzy, for having volunteered his services to the school, a couple of benefit concerts. 'The school is in desperate need of money,' says Sharon. 'Oh, they can fuck off,' says Ozzy, grumpily. 'What about all the other fucking parents? What about all the actors with kids there?' 'We have to give back, Ozzy. That's what life is about.' 'What do you mean, we? I'm the one who has to do the shows!' He pauses, then shouts, 'I don't give a fuck! I'm the Prince of Darkness, not fucking Neil Young!' Sharon gives him a look. 'Oh, I'll do it. Course I will. You know I will' 'I know that,' Sharon says, softly, with love. Eighteen years into it, they still make a good couple. Ozzy does his thing, making the music, playing the music, and staying off drugs and booze; Sharon does hers, managing Ozzy's career, managing Ozzy, making the business decisions, counting the money, looking after Ozzfest, looking after Ozzy. She also, on occasion, manages other bands, most recently the Smashing Pumpkins, an association that ended just a few months ago. When she told Pumpkins singer Billy Corgan that she didn't like one of his videos, he started giving her the cold shoulder and she quit. 'I don't need games in my life,' she told the press. 'I don't need stupid little boys making faces at me.' Sharon is one ferocious, formidable woman and nobody's pushover, which is one reason she was able to help Ozzy when they first got together. 'She was the first to tell me I wasn't the king and that the world doesn't fucking revolve around me,' says Ozzy. 'It took a few black eyes, a few fucking vases to the back of the head. But eventually she brought the stick home and taught me.' 'Right now, our marriage will go through a lull and then pick up again,' says Sharon. 'It certainly fucking went through a lull when I tried to strangle you,' says Ozzy. Sharon laughs and rolls her eyes. That happened in August 1989. Ozzy had downed a ton of Russian vodka and said to Sharon, 'We've decided that you have to go,' and then he jumped on her, hands wrapped around her neck. Sharon managed to break free and call the police, who arrested Ozzy on charges of attempted murder and hauled him off to jail. He woke up the next day not remembering a thing. Sharon could forgive him because she too had blacked out while drinking and knew what it was like. And even though Ozzy's drug counselors told her to get out of the marriage, she loved Ozzy and she stayed. 'Oh, but we've had loads of physical fights,' she says. 'He'd beat me, I'd beat the shit out of him back. Do you remember France, Ozzy?' 'How could I forget? I've got the scars. She smashed a fucking pot over my head.' Ozzy grabs one of the tiny dogs and leans his face into it. He howls. 'Bark at the moon,' he says to the dog, and howls again. 'Isn't he the cutest thing?' Sharon says. ONE AFTERNOON, in the TV room, Ozzy lights a cigarette. 'One isn't going to fucking hurt me,' he says, taking seven drags and stubbing it out. He's watching a show about abusive babysitters caught on video. He seems to be experiencing the abuse fairly directly and leaps to his feet shouting, 'No, nooo, no, no, noooo!' A half-hour later, Sharon comes in, 'I'm going to have a cigarette, Sharon.' 'No you are not.' 'I am.' She looks in the ashtray, then leans over to sniff his mouth. 'You've had one already, you asshole! Fucking fucking bastard bastard.' 'Ah-ha, ha!' They are both laughing. As Ozzy lights up and smoke curls away from his shaking fingers toward the ceiling, Sharon gives him her oh-you-naughty-boy look. The whole thing seems to be part of some old, familiar ritual, the backsliding, the anger, the laughing, the acceptance. Whether he's smoking cigarettes today or drinking booze tomorrow, someday he will beat them. That must be what they're thinking: that someday, someday soon, Ozzy will beat them all. Best of Rolling Stone Sly and the Family Stone: 20 Essential Songs The 50 Greatest Eminem Songs All 274 of Taylor Swift's Songs, Ranked Solve the daily Crossword
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Coldplay paid tribute to Ozzy Osbourne during their concert in Nashville Tuesday night following the musician's death. Frontman Chris Martin dedicated the performance to Osbourne before the band showcased a cover of Black Sabbath's 1972 ballad 'Changes.' 'We'd like to dedicate this whole show to the incredible genius, talent, and character-full gift to the world who was Ozzy Osbourne,' Martin told the audience at Nissan Stadium. 'We send our love to his family.' Coldplay then showcased a stripped down rendition of 'Changes,' which opens with the lines, 'I feel unhappy, I feel so sad/ I've lost the best friend that I ever had.' More from Rolling Stone Lita Ford Remembers Ozzy Osbourne: 'In Ozzy's Name, Keep Rocking' Drake Honors Ozzy Osbourne at Birmingham Concert Ozzy Osbourne's Top Ten Beatles Songs After the song, Martin added, 'Ozzy, we love you, wherever you're going.' Black Sabbath released 'Changes' as part of their album Vol. 4. In his 2011 autobiography, I Am Ozzy, Osbourne noted that the song was inspired by the end of guitarist Bill Ward's first marriage. In 2003, Osbourne and his daughter Kelly Osbourne released a duet version of the track with revised lyrics. Earlier this month, Yungblud performed a cover of 'Changes' live at Black Sabbath's Back to the Beginning benefit concert at Villa Park in Birmingham, England. Yungblud paid tribute to Osbourne in a lengthy Instagram post, writing, 'I will never forget you — you will be in every single note I sing and with me every single time I walk on stage. Your cross around my neck is the most precious thing I own. You asked me once if there was anything you could do for me and as I said then and as I will say now for all of us the music was enough. You took us on your adventure — an adventure that started it all. I am truly heartbroken. You were the greatest of all time.' Best of Rolling Stone Sly and the Family Stone: 20 Essential Songs The 50 Greatest Eminem Songs All 274 of Taylor Swift's Songs, Ranked Solve the daily Crossword
