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The D.O.C. was riding high, literally and figuratively, as he drove his brand-new sports car west on the Ventura Freeway toward his Calabasas home late one November night in 1989. Only a day before, the promising rapper with a seemingly limitless future had completed work on a video for his just-released debut album, a work that would eventually sell more than 1 million copies. Celebrating, he had spent the night partying with a girlfriend. "I was the [best]," the D.O.C. says.

Chef Scott Conant's D.O.C.G. is simpler and more rustic than Scarpetta, its sister restaurant next door. But don't let that fool you. Officially a wine bar (named after the highest level of Italian wine, Denominazione di Origine Controllata e Garantita), D.O.C.G's fare is as good as it gets -   few bites in, you'll be swooning as much over what you're eating as on anything you're sipping. Standouts from the refined Italian menu include the margherita pizza with a thin, chewy crust topped with tomatoes that pop with flavor, and the imminently shareable grilled filone - thick slices of bread served fondue-style with truffle oil and creamy duck egg. And, with 3,000 bottles of wine to choose from, the perfect pairing is guaranteed.

Chef Scott Conant's D.O.C.G. is simpler and more rustic than Scarpetta, its sister restaurant next door. But don't let that fool you. Officially a wine bar (named after the highest level of Italian wine, Denominazione di Origine Controllata e Garantita), D.O.C.G's fare is as good as it gets -   few bites in, you'll be swooning as much over what you're eating as on anything you're sipping. Standouts from the refined Italian menu include the margherita pizza with a thin, chewy crust topped with tomatoes that pop with flavor, and the imminently shareable grilled filone - thick slices of bread served fondue-style with truffle oil and creamy duck egg. And, with 3,000 bottles of wine to choose from, the perfect pairing is guaranteed.

Through dozens of calls from concerned parents, Orange County sheriff's detectives said Tuesday, authorities have identified at least two of the young girls -- one of them 8 months old -- allegedly molested by a Rancho Santa Margarita couple. Investigators said they fielded 30 to 40 calls after announcing that David Shouthy Hwang and his wife, Sheila Marie Sikat, had been arrested on suspicion of videotaping sex acts with young girls.

In his late-'80s heyday, the D.O.C. was one of the most talented rappers of his generation--the West Coast's answer to Big Daddy Kane. His voice was forceful but smooth, and the flowing cadences on his hit debut "No One Can Do It Better" were potent enough to put even Ice Cube on guard. But a 1989 car accident severed his vocal cords and reduced the rapper's voice to a scratchy shadow of itself. Listening to the D.O.C.

Skeletal remains found in the Cleveland National Forest have been tentatively identified as those of an eighth-grader who disappeared while walking to a school bus stop in Costa Mesa 17 years ago, and relatives and investigators said Tuesday he could be another victim of serial killer William Bonin.

Hip-hop, like disco, is essentially a producer's medium, and it's often more accurate to rave about a Matt Dike sound or a Teddy Riley sound than about a Tone Loc or a Kool Moe Dee. This year's hot hard-core hip-hop sound comes from Dr. Dre, the Compton-bred deejay behind Ruthless Records, which in the last several months has released million-selling rap LPs by J.J. Fad, Eazy-E and N.W.A. The D.O.C.

"C alling Dr. Dre.... Calling Dr. Dre.... Calling Dr. Dre, " the young record producer known as Dr. Dre droned mockingly as he sat in a Westside deli one recent morning. Dre, wearing a Raiders cap, jacket and warm-up pants, was hoping to dig into his hefty ham-and-cheese omelet, but his pager kept going off, signaling another call--probably one more record executive trying to get in touch with this suddenly hot producer. In the last year, Dr.

In a town where speeders are about the biggest menace, where there is barely enough work for one part-time cop, a symbol of big-city crime is about to be buried. For the 485 residents of this rural community, the funeral today of murder victim Denise Huber represents the perils of urban life. "This kind of thing just doesn't happen around here," said resident Rita Fjeldheim. "We don't even lock our front doors at night. . . . It's unbelievable what happened to that poor young girl."

Through dozens of calls from concerned parents, Orange County sheriff's detectives said Tuesday, authorities have identified at least two of the young girls -- one of them 8 months old -- allegedly molested by a Rancho Santa Margarita couple. Investigators said they fielded 30 to 40 calls after announcing that David Shouthy Hwang and his wife, Sheila Marie Sikat, had been arrested on suspicion of videotaping sex acts with young girls.

Skeletal remains found in the Cleveland National Forest have been tentatively identified as those of an eighth-grader who disappeared while walking to a school bus stop in Costa Mesa 17 years ago, and relatives and investigators said Tuesday he could be another victim of serial killer William Bonin.

In his late-'80s heyday, the D.O.C. was one of the most talented rappers of his generation--the West Coast's answer to Big Daddy Kane. His voice was forceful but smooth, and the flowing cadences on his hit debut "No One Can Do It Better" were potent enough to put even Ice Cube on guard. But a 1989 car accident severed his vocal cords and reduced the rapper's voice to a scratchy shadow of itself. Listening to the D.O.C.

The D.O.C. was riding high, literally and figuratively, as he drove his brand-new sports car west on the Ventura Freeway toward his Calabasas home late one November night in 1989. Only a day before, the promising rapper with a seemingly limitless future had completed work on a video for his just-released debut album, a work that would eventually sell more than 1 million copies. Celebrating, he had spent the night partying with a girlfriend. "I was the [best]," the D.O.C. says.

In a town where speeders are about the biggest menace, where there is barely enough work for one part-time cop, a symbol of big-city crime is about to be buried. For the 485 residents of this rural community, the funeral today of murder victim Denise Huber represents the perils of urban life. "This kind of thing just doesn't happen around here," said resident Rita Fjeldheim. "We don't even lock our front doors at night. . . . It's unbelievable what happened to that poor young girl."

"C alling Dr. Dre.... Calling Dr. Dre.... Calling Dr. Dre, " the young record producer known as Dr. Dre droned mockingly as he sat in a Westside deli one recent morning. Dre, wearing a Raiders cap, jacket and warm-up pants, was hoping to dig into his hefty ham-and-cheese omelet, but his pager kept going off, signaling another call--probably one more record executive trying to get in touch with this suddenly hot producer. In the last year, Dr.

Hip-hop, like disco, is essentially a producer's medium, and it's often more accurate to rave about a Matt Dike sound or a Teddy Riley sound than about a Tone Loc or a Kool Moe Dee. This year's hot hard-core hip-hop sound comes from Dr. Dre, the Compton-bred deejay behind Ruthless Records, which in the last several months has released million-selling rap LPs by J.J. Fad, Eazy-E and N.W.A. The D.O.C.

Rap musician Tracy Lynn Curry of The D.O.C. was in stable condition after losing control of his car on the Ventura Freeway, authorities said. Curry, 21, suffered injuries to his face, including damage to one eye and his nose, said California Highway Patrol Officer David Grajeda. He was in stable condition Thursday at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, said spokesman Ron Wise.

* * * Dr. Dre, "First Round Knockout," Triple X. Anybody looking for seeds of Dre's production brilliance will find it on this compilation of mostly pre-N.W.A.-era tracks by other artists. With nothing yet to prove, Dre has unself-conscious fun as he wreaks and tweaks havoc on such songs as the D.O.C.'s loping, bouncy sex rhyme "Bridgette" and a goofy stab at early techno rap with Dre on lead vocals.