I know you think it's cool to be chillin' with your pants hanging low, but funny things happen when your pants don't stay up. For one, if you're running and I'm chasing you and you've got one hand holding your pants up, I will actually catch you. Two, if you're like Hector Quinones of the Bronx and kill three people and wound one more, you've got problems. "A fifth relative managed to escape only when Mr. Quinones lost his balance after his pants had fallen down." Next thing you know, the po-po are coming and you make to leave out the window and fall to your death.
The story by Michael Schmidt in the New York Times.