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Hip-Hop Go the Hamptons

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It was Puffy who represented hip-hop in the Hamptons last year -- his July 4 barbecue attracted Mike Tyson and featured a Mister Softee truck -- but this summer, Puffy was lying low (his album is about to drop, and he may not have wanted an occasion to remind everyone that three months earlier, he was arrested for allegedly attacking Interscope Records executive Steve Stoute with a telephone and a champagne bottle).

This summer, the more stylistically hard-core but lawsuit-free Jay-Z has been the member of the hip-hoperati to cause a stir; it was his Fourth of July party -- more than fêtes thrown by Jerry Della Femina, Allen Grubman, Claudia Cohen, or even a breast-baring Carmen Electra -- that headed the gossip columns the next day. Mitchell Fink at the Daily News announced with a swoon that it was "Jay-Z's coming-out party." "Oh, my God, the whole weekend was the biggest nightmare of my life," says Katie MacIntosh, a publicist with Lizzie Grubman Public Relations, which represents the rapper. "It was a great party -- but oh . . . my . . . God."

Apparently, Jay-Z's Independence Day soirée, held on Sunday night, was a somewhat last-minute affair. "It went from a small, intimate barbecue," says MacIntosh, to a full-scale event, with a $10,000 tent rental, dance floor, D.J. (the beautiful Mark Ronson, of course; like the Hamptons, hip-hop has its own rigueur), catering (by East Hampton's Brent Newsome), and -- depending on who you talk to -- between 300 and 800 guests. "I told those girls at Lizzie Grubman it wasn't going to be 125 people," says Felner.
"Jay-Z's going to have a party on July 4 weekend in the Hamptons with 125 people?" He snorts.

The 300 or 800 people who arrived wanted to get into the house so badly, some bypassed security and tore the handles off the outside doors, "all the way around," says Felner with a cluck. But other than that, no permanent damage occurred. "We know people are expecting us to cut up and bug out," says Dash, "but we got no wilder than anyone else. There's an expectation that we're gonna come in there and fuck shit up, but nothing bad happened. It was a big time, it was ill."

Jay-Z, who wore a No. 2 Knicks Jersey (Larry Johnson's number, the rapper's choice only after Sprewell's sold out), greeted guests in an informal receiving line, "almost like a wedding," one guest says. With Ivana Trump and Sandra Bullock mixing and mingling with Puff Daddy, Q-Tip, and Nas, it was the powerfully eclectic type of crowd associated with hip-hop celebrations ever since Puffy's Cipriani Wall Street birthday bash last November (a milestone event that attracted characters as diverse as Donald Trump and Lil' Kim). "Lil' Kim was there," at Jay-Z's party, "in a blonde wig," says another guest. "But no one was talking to her because they were all white and no one knew who she was."

There are, of course, going to be those in the lilywhite Hamptons who continue to look upon the encampment of the hip-hop community as proof of the approach of the apocalypse. "People were heartbroken when Jews took over; they have no idea what's going to happen out here with this," says one Island dweller. "These rap stars are part of the new Hamptons-as-circus," another goose-steppin' Hamptonite says. "These people are going to be bored here. This isn't the South of France, you know, there aren't girls with leopard-skin bikinis and chains on the beach" -- yet.

But as for Jay-Z, he chooses to focus on the positive, even the beautiful. "It was beautiful," he says of his party. "We had a very nice gathering. We've all come a long way." Dash characterizes the guest list as "peers, but in different games. A lot of rich people are intrigued by the lifestyle of hip-hop, and vice versa," he adds. "If I hear someone's jetting around on a private jet, I want to experience that. I've seen someone get his brains blasted out."

"It was cool to see Ivana Trump at the same table with Busta Rhymes," says
Jay-Z. "They were exchanging pleasantries. I don't know if Ivana is a hip-hop fan. You gotta ask Ivana about that."

As the guests nibbled on an equally diverse menu -- fresh-shucked oysters, filet mignon, shrimp, and hamburgers (meanwhile, a guest at Puffy's barbecue complained that the high-roller served only burgers this year) -- and drank Roc-A-Tinis, specially crafted martinis à la Roc-A-Fella, with blueberries and curaçao, Jay-Z says he sat back, looked around and enjoyed the view. And how did it feel to see himself, a kid from Marcy Projects, becoming a Hamptons socialite overnight?

"That's hilarious to me," he says.

But he had other things on his mind besides feeding these people meatballs. "Meeting new people is very important -- that's how you network," he says. "Maybe I can help you in my field; maybe you can help me in your field. And relationships is way more important than money, because if you got relationships, you can always get money. You can progress."

Progress, hip-hop-style, is the clothing line Jay-Z and Dash are working on -- Roc-A-Wear, due out this fall -- and the movie company they're developing. "I want to make films," says Jay-Z. "An action flick with a good narrative." Dash says that whatever they do, it will, like Jay-Z's music, reflect the experience they both had coming up on the streets. Dash had a back-and-forth look at both Harlem and the Hamptons, where as a teenager he hung out with more affluent friends (he was a scholarship student at the South Kent School in Connecticut). "I saw that people are having fun -- and they're doing it legally and shit," Dash says. "And I wanted to be able to have that, to dictate my own destiny."

"I feel like I'm that person that's bridging a whole gap," says Jay-Z. "I'm coming back to Marcy and saying, yeah, you know, Ivana Trump, she's talking like this, and Sandra Bullock, she's crazy cool. I'm sharing my experience."

The night of his July 4 party, however, the neighbors around Goose Creek got tired of sharing the air space and, at around midnight, called the police. "I didn't speak to the officers," says Jay-Z, "but I heard they were pretty cool about everything." As the party didn't have a permit, the music was ordered off, but people stayed on for another hour. "They didn't want to go home," says Dash.

After that, it was a screening of Queen Latifah's Set It Off in the house's movie theater. Around 30 people remained, including Bullock, Puffy (sticking close to Bullock), Lil' Kim, and Adrien Brody, the sloe-eyed actor in Summer of Sam. The reveling continued into the wee hours. "Ally b." -- or Bernstein, another Lizzie Grubman flack -- "was buggin' out," Dash says. "She was runnin' around like, 'Omigod, omigod, what are you doing?' " He laughs. "She thought we were gonna rip up the joint."

"We sent her into the kitchen," says Jay-Z, "and gave her some cornflakes."

All in all, Jay-Z's first foray into the Hamptons sounds like a success. "It was real laid-back," says Jay-Z, whose permanent digs are in Fort Lee, New Jersey. "I might have to get me a permanent place out there."

But not like Goose Creek. "We ain't ready for no $20 million mansion," says Dash. "Not yet. But we're definitely going back." In a way, it's what they've always dreamed of. "Do I want to see someone get shot in his ass, or do I want to get on a private helicopter and fly to the Hamptons?" he adds. "It's not a tough question."


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