Serial killer might have been taking it a bit too far, but I thought it would have been interesting to take the cat-killing to the next step, maybe take a page out of Vic's book and launch a preemptive strike against Lloyd in the final season.

Fredro Starr. It was a small role, but I liked him a lot in "Clockers," another Richard Price-related vehicle. Sticky Fingaz was in that, too, playing a character named "Scientific," who was anything but.

Spoiler alert: Naz dies of E. coli from handling raw veal. Dad gets the cab back.

And to see Lord Jamar/Supreme Allah on the other side of the bars!

The ESPN O.J. documentary revealed that Simpson's case literally cost him $50,000 per day. I realize he had a team of top lawyers, but I would think $50K for your run-of-the-mill murder trial is not a "shakedown" the way the reviewer seems to. Experts, private investigators, and somehow Stone has to be able to pay…

I will say only this about the eczema subplot: if he has to smear his feet in Crisco and wrap 'em in Saran Wrap, he can probably forgo the sandals for the time being.

I thought the shower scene was a great way of illustrating the paranoia of a first-time prisoner whose only contact with the criminal justice system is via television, rather than a red herring.

I saw one of those older Wile E. Coyote cartoons just the other day. I never realized the "Ralph" thing.

At Rikers Island.

I know they had some midriff swimwear back then, but I thought full-on midriff tops were considered a little too risqué until at least the '40s.

"Cocaine Biceps" is fucking fantastic.

Yo, Wood-man: I'm pretty sure there weren't a lot of midriff-exposing tops in 1930s fashion, no matter how hot you think Kristen Stewart is.

Uh, the girl on the right is wearing a white shirt under the "Y."

Perhaps she's wearing an eyepatch, and it's a subtle nod to the Caribbean's pirate/privateering history.

Can't resist noting that Redman's "Dare Iz a Darkside" might be the greatest under-the-radar Golden-Age hip-hop album. So good.

Shyheim, a.k.a. The Rugged Child!

Killarmy is underrated. Probably the most solid Wu affilliates. I had high hopes for Killah Priest, buuuuuuuut….

Bumped him up to Clan Official and he replaced U-God for the title of Most Useless Member.

Like 85 percent of the songs from lovers'-rock reggae bands are about sexual fantasy in one form or another. If you want a creepy-ass fantasy to Hatesong, I'd go with Dave Matthews' "Crash." I've never seen so many women swoon to a peeping-tom song in my life. I guess it's different if Dave is the one peeping.

"This definitely has an island feel to it." Heeeeey, congratulations, you can recognize reggae music.