Answer:
I am an odd number that become even when beheaded.
I am a fruit. If you take away the first letter of my name I become a crime. What am I?
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.