Jimmy Henchman Convicted For Killing 50 Cent Associate In Murder-For-Hire

Jimmy Henchman has been found guilty of a murder-for-hire case which claimed the life of an associate of 50 Cent and G-Unit.

The former hip hop mogul, also known as James Rosemond, is currently in prison on a life sentence for a 2014 murder-for-hire conviction. involving the 2009 killing of 50 Cent’s associate Lowell “Lodi Mack” Fletcher. Henchman had a miss trial in 2014 resulting from a hung jury, but the following year he was convicted of the same charge. In 2016, a judge granted him a new trial on the grounds that the trial was unfair. But now he is convicted for the same case for the second time, the New York Post reported.

On Tuesday of this week, a federal jury convicted Henchman for the second time and he will likely get a life sentence. The prosecution argued that Henchman hired men to kill Lowell Fletcher in retaliation for beating up his son in 2007. Former G-Unit rapper Tony Yayo and his crew reportedly got into a confrontation with Henchman’s 14-year-old son who was wearing a T-Shirt with a logo of Game’s management. Henchman use to manage The Game before his legal troubles. Lowell “Lodi Mack” Fletcher admitted to assaulting the kid and went to prison for it. He was released in 2009 and two weeks later he was shot dead in the Bronx.

Jimmy Henchman denied killing Fletcher, but admitted that he did hire some men to “do something to him.” He also said that he will appeal the conviction. Rosemond son did an interview some years later saying that he had no idea what was going on and felt like he never deserved to be assaulted by four grown men just for wearing a T-Shirt representing his father’s company. Seems the hip hop executive wasn’t satisfied with Fletcher serving prison time and possibly wanted to get revenge.

Tony Yayo – King Of The Pyrex Lyrics

TONY YAYO
King Of The Pyrex Lyrics

[Intro:]
[Soulja Boy:] S.O.D Money Gang, it’s 2010, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] The Unit!
[Soulja Boy:] Tony Yayo, what’s happening?
[Tony Yayo:] What’s good Soulja!
[Soulja Boy:] I see you, G-Unit, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Remix!

[Soulja Boy:]
I’m a superstar bitch, get your telescope! (yup!)
All eyes on me like a microscope! (yup!)
Me and Yayo doing shit that you ain’t never seen (yup!)
I’m flipping through you weak bitches like a magazine.
And girl jumpin’ on my dick like a trampoline (yup!)
Each instrumental it’s a different murder scene. (yup!)
19 living all my motherf**kin’ dreams (yup!)
I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans.
If you left the game they wouldn’t miss him
I kicked in the door, f**ked up the whole system!
Couldn’t explain how this shit feel
I’m real important like a hundred dollar bill! (yup!)
E’rybody want me! – Yeah, they want a piece of me!
Attack all you want man there ain’t no defeatin’ thee.
S.O.D terror! (yup!) – Yeah, it’s new era! (yup!)
Boss money?, shouts-outs to the New Era.
Nigga I’m good for ya – like a vitamin.
250 G’s just to make my tire spin.
S.O.D, bitch my chain look like lightening,
Hoes at my party but we didn’t invite the bitch. (Yayo: REMIX!)

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit the lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!

[Tony Yayo:]
Rockerfella law (yup!) – Cut a lot a time (yup!)
I keep my head above water New York State of mind. (yup!)
I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka (yup!)
The last bake and the fiends are flocking.
We got that Bobby and Whitney throw you a price and you hit me
I throw that bitch on a scale in a jiffy. – But don’t miss me!
“More money, more power” that’s the motto!
That’s why the US assassinated Pablo. (assassinated Pablo)
I read palms and the Bible (Bible!)
They tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to.
Designers drugs, designers clothes. (uh-huh!)
My whole neck froze! (uh-huh!) – We Steve Nash hoes. (uh-huh!)
S.O.D/G-Unit we G’d up (G’d up!)
Move 10 bricks now it’s time to re-up! (re-up!)
I move around with the Nina
With a bad bitch with an ass like Trina. (daaaamn!)
“New York State Of Mind” (yup!) – like Billy Joel (yup!)
I Godfather the blunt – the whole Philly swoll. (pick that up, man!)
All my cars are clean – the new and old (VRRRM!)
I’m fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk. (that’s my cousin!)
Bitches talking ’bout a nigga like Miss Info
I’m in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough. (uh-huh!)
Me and Soulja ridin’ round in the Lambo’ (uh-huh!)
We gettin’ money so we ain’t cuffing no hoe! (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! (G-Mix!)