Rick Ross, the rotund drug kingpin-turned-rapper, was not born in Miami, as he claimed, but rather in the mind of William Roberts. Roberts (later rechristened Ross) was an un-and-coming hip-hop artist from Dade County, who wrote and toured with Erick Sermon, later found a creative partner in DJ Khaled, and signed to Def Jam Records at the start of the President Sean "Jay-Z" Carter years.

With decent commercial success (see "Hustlin'"), Ross was on the fast track to the middle, before seemingly being derailed by a report from The Smoking Gun: Roberts was at one point in his late teens, a corrections officer. There were pictures; there were tax records. In hip-hop, this news was a certain death knell.

But Ross did the unthinkable: he didn't fight back. Nor did he admit to ever being a corrections officer. Shockingly, he went on with this new life without even regarding the charges, and amazingly, in time, he moved past it. He let the music speak for the character of Rick Ross, and the music ended up winning.

His new songs about transporting tons of drugs were giant hits, his mixtapes full of illegal activities ruled the internets, and not two years later, Ross was the talk of the music world with a brand new legacy. With his own thriving record label, sold-out arenas, and his records in constant rotation on radio, Williams Roberts fully became what he always wanted Rick Ross to be: the biggest boss.