She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest

by Shvonne Latrice

  Once I added the words ‘A nigga don’ came up… look at my girl…’ I tapped the button to add the shit to my story, before locking my phone and setting the shit down.

  “I hope I wasn’t looking fat, Tony.”

  “Man, nah. I wish yo’ ass was.”

  At this point, you could only see the small bulge in Camarih’s stomach when she was naked.

  “That’s so rude.”

  “You be looking too fucking good. I need you to look like these other pregnant hoes that niggas want no parts of.”

  Throwing her head back, she laughed some before palming both sides of my face and kissing me.

  Our fancy but good ass food came shortly after, so once we smashed that and then dessert, we bounced. Not ready to go home, we drove up to Mulholland drive to chill for a little bit.

  “Thank you for showing me this. It’s so peaceful.” After a couple moments of silence, she said, “This is our spot.”

  “I’m with that.”

  She was leaning on my shoulder, hugging my arm as we stared out while seated.

  “So tell me exactly how you get money?” She lifted her head off me and stared up into my face.

  “Where you coming from with this random ass shit. You ain’t wearing no fucking wire, is you?”

  “No. But I just wonder. You’re my man, and I should know how you’re affording me Rolexes and other expensive things. Not to mention, the money you spend building your label.”

  I turned away from Camarih to gaze out, wondering if I should be honest or give her some half shit. I trusted her ass, but this shit was still new. And with some of it, I would have to murk her ass if she left me knowing it. Shit, I would probably do that anyway, but that’s neither here nor fucking there.

  “What you think I do?”

  “Well.” she looked me over. She was sexy and beautiful, which a lot of females didn’t posses. Then to add to it, she had this good girl shit about her, but at the same time would slide a muthafucka. “You’re hood, so I know something illegal is in play. But you’re intelligent, so I know something legit and profitable is part of it too.”

  I laughed, nodding my head at her logic.

  “You think you so fucking smart, huh?”

  “Well, I do okay. That’s why you like me so much. I’m cute, body is poppin’, I’m smart, and I be sucking your dick better than you ever had.”

  I licked my lips as my eyes ran over her body seated next to me. Bringing her into my lap, I squeezed her fat ass.

  “I provide the rich and elite with candy. That makes me a lot of money, and then I own three of those apartment units off Leimert.”

  “Damn, I was so right.” She shook her head, smirking.

  “Shut up.”

  She stared down into my face for a little bit then said, “You’re so smart. I’ve never been with anybody like you.”

  “That’s what all the hoes say.”

  “Houston, I’m serious.”

  “Me too.” I kissed her shoulder. “But that just means you was meant to be mine.”

  “I think so too.” She threw her arms around my neck.

  Pulling my iPhone from my pocket, I ignored my notifications and went to my photos.

  “What you think?” I showed Camarih the new logo for Make A Killing, my label.

  “Oh my gosh, baby! This is so fire!” She took my phone.

  “You ain’t just saying that because I ate it from the back yesterday, right?” I grinned when she hit me.

  “No. I wouldn’t lie to you, nasty. This is fire for real.” She handed me back my shit.

  “Say that shit again.”

  “Fire.” She giggled.

  I loved how it sounded when she said it. It was a mix of hood but uppity. I didn’t know, it was hard to explain, but it was sexy as hell to a nigga.

  “Come here.” I made her face me, before we started kissing nastily.

  The niggas that delivered and put up the new Make A Killing decals on the walls of the studio and the hallways had just left, so I was looking over the shit. This was the earliest they could do it after the painters had come in to make shit gold and burgundy; my label colors.

  I knew muthafuckas were wondering why I chose to spruce up this shit in such a dangerous area, but this was my hood and I wanted to be in the thick of it. I dared a muthafucka to disrespect my establishment. Not to mention, I wasn’t trying to distance myself from my people.

  After getting a few pictures, I shot that shit to Camarih and the homies before heading to piss. When I came out, drying the water from washing my hands, I saw Joy walking into the building, staring at me from down the hall.

  “For real?” She held up her iPhone as we closed the space between us. She must’ve screen recorded the video I put on my story because she had the shit in her phone.

  Ever since I posted that shit last night, I’d been getting blown up by all the hoes. It was the first time I’d officially called Camarih my girl on a public platform; shit, first time I’d called any bitch my girl period.

  She’d posted me on her story maybe twice, but I knew females saw that shit as one sided, typically because Joy had done the same. So now that I’d reciprocated Camarih’s efforts, it was a shit storm.

  I ain’t give a fuck though. I ignored every text and reply to my story, of females whining about me claiming my woman.

  “Move.”

  “Wait, Tony. Let me just talk to you.”

  “Hurry the fuck up. I was leaving.”

  “Where? To her?”

  “Of course, eventually. That’s who I go home to every night.” I smiled. “Say what the fuck you gotta say so you can dip the fuck out and for good.”

  Joy just looked at me, baffled as fuck before saying, “I get that you like her, but please delete this shit. It’s embarrassing, Tony.”

  “And how the fuck is that my problem?”

  “I been getting sent this shit all day! This is fucked up! I been fucking with you for how long, and you do me like this?” Joy sobbed. “And you don’t even care.” Her cries became louder after she saw the staleness in my face.

  “You done?”

  “Houston, what did I do? This whole time, I assumed you didn’t want a relationship, and now you’re posting her, saying all this shit like you in love or something.”

  “Ain’t nobody in love, fuck is you talking about?” I got in her face. I ain’t know why her saying I loved Camarih had me so up in fucking arms.

  “I didn’t say you were. I said you’re acting like it. And I know you bought her the shit she’s rocking, yet you made me pay you back every time you bought my meal from Norms or Jack in the Box!”

  “Well that should tell yo’ ass something. Now get yo’ cry baby ass out.” I gripped Joy’s arm and tossed her outside.

  I was right behind her, locking the place up, before dropping my keys back into the pocket of my sweats.

  “Don’t touch her!” Joy’s homegirl Kia, Kesha, Kendra, or whatever the fuck her name was, yelled. I always called her bitch, hoe, skeezer, or Five.

  “Shut yo’ five o’clock shadow having ass up, ’fore I come smack the shit out you.” I hissed as Joy got in the backseat of the car. Five was in the passenger, and her nigga was in the driver’s seat.

  I didn’t know what was going on with Kendra, Kia, or Kesha, but the bitch had a five o’clock shadow. She stayed saying it was her makeup, but to me, it was because of how manly her ass was. That shit was spilling out into her physical.

  “You gon’ let him talk to me like that?” I heard her baritone voice ask as I stepped off the curb.

  “Yeah, he is, ’cause he don’t want no problems. Yo’ nigga know I’m ignorant as fuck.” I answered for him as I opened my car door. When I saw her hop out his whip, I paused and said, “Please come closer so I can deck you in yo’ Adam’s apple like the grown ass nigga you are.”

  She stopped in her tracks like I knew her ass would, and got back in the car. Fucking hyena.

  “
Bitch!” She barked at me, but I ignored her.

  Making a U-turn so that I was on the same side as her nigga, I let my arm hang out the window before saying, “Stop bringing bitches you find in the woods to the city life, bruh. Control that hoe, or next time I see her, I’m lighting her possum ass up.”

  “Nigga—”

  “Karita, sit down!” He barked at her with his punk ass, as Joy sat in the back seat, glaring at me.

  Speeding off, laughing at how big of a bitch Karita’s nigga was, Camarih and that love shit crossed my mind. No way I was in love. Even though I knew that, Joy saying it had me bothered as fuck…

  Eitan

  “Want anything?” Holli asked me as she got out the car to head into the liquor store.

  “Nah, I’m straight.” I looked her way, but my eyes landed past her on that Rubie female. She looked just as good as the first time I saw her, coming out of that weird ass Chinese food place in the same shopping center.

  Unbuckling myself, I hurried out, locked my car, and darted her way so I could catch her before she got into her car.

  “Damn, nigga!” Some bitch called out to me when I bumped her on my way. I mumbled my apologies, but kept it moving.

  “Rubie, what’s up?” I finally got to her after slowing down my speed so I wouldn’t look desperate.

  “Eitan, hi.” She pushed her hair behind her ears.

  “You still gon’ make some time for me at the party, right?”

  “If I even go.”

  “How you not gon’ go? You set all this shit up.”

  “Yeah, but I just have some things going on, so attending a party may not be the best idea.” She briefly looked off at the cars pulling out of the lot and speeding down Crenshaw.

  “Things going on like what?”

  “I appreciate you asking, but it’s not really something I’d like to get into with you. I don’t know you.”

  “Nah, none taken. But aye, promise me you gon’ come.” I took her hands into mine, not caring that one of them was holding the bag with her food.

  “Eitan!” Holli growled in her loud ass, strong ass voice. Rubie immediately snatched her hands from mine, peering around me to see who was barking. “What the fuck is going on?” Holli yanked my arm after storming over.

  “Holli, calm down—”

  “Who are you, bitch!” She focused on Rubie.

  “Bitch? Girl, you don’t know me, and you may want to keep it that way.”

  “Try me—” Holli attempted to hit Rubie, but I gripped both of her wrists in time. Unfazed, Rubie switched her fine ass to her car, and I didn’t miss a beat, gazing at her ass over my shoulder. “Stare at her again!” Holli popped my cheek. Me looking a Rubie allowed her to get out of my strong grip.

  “Calm yo’ ass down! That was some business shit!” I stormed down the sidewalk toward my whip, cheek hurting.

  “Yeah, right! What business you got with a bitch who looks like that! I swear to God, Eitan, I will kill you, nigga!” Holli was right on my damn heels.

  “She’s the assistant to that manager whose party we going to!” I shouted back at her ass once we reached the car.

  “Oh… shit. My bad, baby. When I saw y’all—”

  “Yeah, like fucking always.” Once in the car, I said, “You gotta chill.”

  “I know. I just like you so much that I don’t want another bitch taking what’s mine.”

  I’m not even yours.

  Choosing not to respond, I cranked my shit up and left the lot. Tony’s advice to knock fire from her ass was sounding better and better every day.

  Later that night…

  “Damn, Sherry.” I moaned, palming the back of this female’s head that I’d met at the gas station earlier, after dropping Holli’s crazy ass off.

  Ever since my song had been played on the radio and my music video had gotten some traction on YouTube and shit, bitches had been pushing up on me a lot, just like the homie Wacko said they would.

  As old girl sucked the skin off my dick, I couldn’t do shit but thank the homie silently for doing what he had to boost me.

  And to be honest, I’d been offered deals by other niggas who had shit popping already, but I chose to fuck with Tony. Yeah, he was my friend and had been since tenth grade, but I chose up because I trusted that nigga. And despite how ignorant he was, he was smart as fuck.

  For instance, while I was right here getting some head, he was most likely thinking of some new way to get me and his label more exposure. I was thankful because I wasn’t the leader type, which I was cool with. Shit, I just liked to rap; all that other shit, I wanted someone else to handle.

  Just as I let loose right into Sherry’s mouth, a loud knock sounded off on my door.

  “Eitan!” Holli shouted, scaring the shit out me. I was weak from busting moments ago, but I did my best to tell Sherry to get up. “Open this fucking door!” She kicked on it repeatedly.

  “Oh my gosh!” Sherry screamed when she saw a hole start to form in my shit.

  “Fuck!” I threw the condom onto the coffee table begrudgingly, just so I could have my pants and drawers over my ass before Holli burst in.

  “What kind of hood shit is this?” Sherry frowned as I rushed to the door to open it.

  “Fuck is wrong with you, huh?” I was livid as I stared down into Holli’s face.

  “Move!” Holli took off on Sherry, but I quickly pulled her off.

  Deciding to take a page out of Wacko’s book, I whacked Holli across the face to get her ass in check.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  She immediately took off on me, fucking me up. I tried to swing back, but her short ass had me. Before I knew it, she and I were all outside, fighting like two hoes over some dick.

  “Holli!” I yowled once she’d straddled me on the ground and started pounding my face in.

  “Oh no, where you going, hoe?” Holli hopped up, retrieved her pocketknife and began slicing all over Sherry who was screaming and trying to block.

  I dialed Tony while I was sure my neighbors were calling the police, and by the time he and I hung up, Sherry was speeding off in her whip.

  “Holli, I’m done fighting.” I blocked my face when she came and stood over me. I was weak from that nut and from her fucking me up, so I was still on the floor.

  “Who do you think you are, hitting me? Nigga, I am not the one.”

  “Fuck is going on?” I heard Tony walking up, so I scrambled to my feet.

  I just met this hoe. How was she already acting like we’d been together for years?

  “I caught him with another skank, then he hit me, so I beat both their asses.” Holli folded her arms, obviously proud of her work.

  Frowning, Tony looked from me to her and vice versa, before bursting into laughter.

  “Can’t stand yo’ ass.” I shook my head at him.

  “Aye.” He was still smiling as his laughter died out. “Holli, give us some room so I can talk to him.”

  “Why? I need to hear—”

  “Just do what the fuck I said, aight?” Tony’s brows dipped.

  “You ain’t shit either—” She started to push Tony, but he gripped her neck quickly as fuck somehow.

  “I’m not this nigga.” He pointed to me with his free hand. “One hit from me and yo’ stupid ass’ll be laid the fuck out.” Letting her go, he added, “Take yo’ ass on like I just said ’fore you piss me the fuck off.”

  Frowning, Holli stormed off a little ways away.

  Tony opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, police cars poured onto the street. They hopped out with the quickness once parked.

  “Holli Sanchez?”

  “Is there a problem?” Tony intervened.

  Smiling, the officer replied, “Not with you, Mr. Terranova, but there can be.”

  He and Tony had a staring contest for a moment, before the officers began to move toward Holli to arrest her psycho ass.

  “What are y’all doing?” Holli backed away. “No! I did nothi
ng!”

  “You’re under arrest for attempted murder and aggravated assault on a Sherrita Matthews.” One of the officers ran off, cuffing her. Damn. Sherry or the neighbors must’ve dropped dime as soon as Sherry hit the corner.

  “Tony, do something!”

  “Relax.” He spoke calmly as they whisked her off.

  Once she was gone, all the neighbors went inside of their houses, so Tony and I took a seat on the curb of my street.

  “Bruh.” I dropped my head, and Tony began laughing again. “I’m never taking yo’ advice again. That woman is crazy.”

  “Nah, she know you ain’t really about that ‘beat any muthafucka’s ass’ life. See how she backed down with me? She know I’ll knock all her fucking bad ass teeth loose.”

  I nodded.

  “Yeah, but won’t bust a grape with Camarih.”

  We chuckled in unison.

  “When she used to piss me off or hit me, I thought about the shit but never could. I don’t fucking know why.”

  “Yo’ ass is probably in love.”

  “Anyway, muthafucka, we gotta enroll you in some boxing classes. You can’t be no hood rapper getting yo’ ass whooped like that.” He looked over his shoulder at my lawn to see the spot I was laid out on.

  “Fuck you, man.” Again, we laughed. “I’m surprised you didn’t knock that officer out.”

  “Wanted to, but you know my record is a mile long, so I gotta tread lightly. Plus, if I want my label to be big, I can’t do certain shit. Saw how cuz knew my name and shit.” He paused, staring out into the street and nodding his head up to one of the niggas who called his name to speak. “Got other shit I need to think about as well.”

  “Like what?” I frowned, wondering what outside of the label and his already lengthy criminal record. “Camarih?”

  “Something like that, but she part of it.” Checking his Rolex, he said, “You’ll see soon enough. Give it some months.”

  Nodding, I looked out into the street like him, seeing how ghetto muthafuckas were. I loved Leimert Park and South Central as a whole though. “On the real… I ain’t never been so happy to see a person get arrested over here like just now.”