Hurricanes: A Memoir is rapper Rick Ross’s story. I liked his music when I was in college and he was (in my opinion) at the height of his prime, though this was early on in his career. It took him a decade to truly “make it” in the music business - Now known as Rick Ross the Boss, The Teflon Don, Rozay, his songs synonymous with the “Maybach Music” intro sounds.
With the amount of memoirs I read, I feel it’s fair to say this wasn’t my favorite or the most interesting story about rising to the top. A large portion of the beginning of the book seemed to focus on riding around, selling drugs, trying to make money. I know this is not an uncommon struggle but it was vague and became repetitive quickly. He refers to many friends and associates by their nicknames and I found myself losing track of who was who and what their roles were.
The bulk of Hurricanes focuses on his career including his beef with other rappers, two of which were against my personal favorites, T.I. and Jeezy. The majority of them seemed trivial, including Ross’s admitted jealousy over T.I. crowning himself “The King of the South”. He breezes over a lot in his personal life, like the birth of his children. He does, though, touch on the regret he experienced for not communicating more with his father before he passed away.
I admire Ross’s drive to get to where he wanted to be, and achieve the level of success he has today - It takes real commitment and determination, having taken 10 years for him to be recognized with his first hit song. Prior to reading this book, I didn’t realize he has released 10 total albums.
I enjoyed the closing of Hurricanes, in which Ross details his original intention for the book, the ideal timing of its release, and why he ultimately decided to share it when he did: You never know when another storm is coming — 2.5 stars, rounded up.