Seminal New York rapper DMX, real name Earl Simmons, has died. Aged 50.

On April 2nd, DMX suffered a heart attack at his home in White Plains, New York on Friday, April 2nd. On Sunday, April 4th his representatives confirmed that he was on life support in a “vegetative state.”

His family have now confirmed that the legendary rapper has passed away. “Earl was a warrior who fought till the very end,” the Simmons family said in a statement. “He loved his family with all of his heart, and we cherish the times we spent with him.”

The statement continued, “Earl’s music inspired countless fans across the world and his iconic legacy will live on forever. We appreciate all of the love and support during this incredibly difficult time. Please respect our privacy as we grieve the loss of our brother, father, uncle and the man the world knew as DMX. We will share information about his memorial service once details are finalized.”

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Born on December 18th 1970 in Mount Vernon, New York. DMX was the only child of artist Arnett Simmons and Joe Barker. The rapper grew up in Yonkers, a city near the Bronx that was riddled with racial tension in the 1980s. His challenging upbringing was chronicled extensively in his music, which touched on his struggles with street crime and drug addiction.

DMX’s musical journey began in the late 1980s, where he cut his teeth as a beatboxer with local rapper Ready Ron. In 1998, he released his generation-defining debut album, the masterful, agonising It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot.

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Over the course of his illustrious career, DMX would go on to release seven albums, earning three Grammy nominations.

The rapper also acted in a number of films including 1998’s Belly, 2000’s Romeo Must Die, 2001′s Exit Wounds and 2003′s Cradle 2 the Grave.

RIP DMX. No one radiated more agony, pain, and atomic energy. The Cerberus from Yonkers, who suffered for all of our sins and his own. Maybe the rawest rapper of all-time, no pretense or frills, just pure adrenaline, lawless genius, and reckless abandon. The struggle incarnate.