“He raps,” murmurs Christopher Rios Jr., alluding to his pop’s professin’ profession. Sprawled out on a couch lining the inside corridors of midtown Manhattan’s Loud Records, Big Punisher’s half-asleep, six-year-old Little Pun gathers his last breaths of wakefulness and proudly adds, “He sings too.”
Big Punisher sings indeed, flexing his vocal chords to the b-girls’ delight on his recent mack-tutorial, smash single, “I’m Not A Player.” Yep, girls just wanna have Pun. Like a hip hop Julio Iglesias, Pun’s infectious, harmonizing tones have catapulted the overweight emcee into virtual stardom. But what’s there not to sing about? Life is good for the Bronx-bred Pun, whose pretty face and gangsta wit has pimp-strutted him into every club, disco and hip hop household across the country.