by Natavia
“Yeah nigga, one-hitta quitter! Fuck with me,” Rico says laughing. I pull my gun out putting it to Ant’s head. “Empty those pockets nigga; you know what time it is!” I say to him then Mashawn goes into his pockets taking everything and snatching his chain.
The other two niggas takes their jewelry off and empty their pockets.
I snatch their shit up off the ground and Rico and Mashawn walks off. I walk backwards towards the truck with a smirk on my face. Niggas always try to punk us because we all go to college. This is now 2015 and niggas don’t give a fuck no more. I don’t care if I’m only twenty and on the Dean’s list. There is no hoe in my blood and I dare a nigga to test me.
We get inside of Rico’s truck and he pulls off. He stops in front of Mando who’s getting up off the ground in a daze, as Ant helps him up. I throw their chains out the window. “This fake shit! I don’t fuck with gold-plated!” I say then Rico peels off laughing.
“Yo, those niggas heated,” Mashawn says pulling a WaWa sandwich from his back-pack.
“Ewwww nigga! You about to have my whip smelling like a fucking sub-shop in Harlem! Don’t eat that shit in here,” Rico fusses.
“Nigga, stop bitching! Fuck is wrong with you?” I asked him because he has been uptight lately.
“Yo, Raja hasn’t given me any pussy in a fucking week! Fashion called my phone and Raja answers. She goes in the bathroom and locks the door. I don’t know what they talked about but Raja has been too calm. She still hasn’t said shit to me about what Fashion told her on the phone or the situation that happened at the shop. I think she’s fucking with another nigga. Yo, on some real nigga shit, I will kill him and her!” he says gripping the steering wheel.
“Nigga, you better put a plastic bag over Fashion’s face and long stroke that bitch,” Mashawn says taking a big bite out of his sub, as I pop him on the back of the head from the back seat.
“Nigga, eat with your fucking mouth closed,” I tell him.
“Ay yo, put your nasty ass hands on me again and watch how I belly flop on your ass!” Mashawn says and I laugh at him.
Rico pulls up to the liquor store I hand him sixty and so does Mashawn. Mashawn and I are both on the football team. He plays defense. The nigga’s husky but he’s fast as shit.
I rolls up then lights up my blunt.
“Hey Tarae, where’s Rico?” Fashion asks me, causing me to jump. I dropped my blunt in my lap. This bitch scared the fuck out of me with her big, long, pale face. Her face looks just like the Scream mask.
“Yo, didn’t I tell you not to sneak up on me like that? Let a nigga know when you coming! Holla, shout or something, damn. Yo, you can’t keep sneaking up on people! I don’t like surprises,” I grill her ugly ass. She might be light skin with long hair but her face is chopped and screwed just like that southern rap music.
Rico comes out the store. “Get, the fuck away from my whip. I’m not fucking with you! Leave me the fuck alone!” Rico says and I shake my head at them. I know the nigga is in love with his ghetto ass baby mama, but I know he still got feelings for Fashion’s ugly ass.
“Jay Leno head bitch!” I mumble and Mashawn laughs.
“What the fuck you say about me Tarae?” she asks in her annoying white girl voice.
“You won the big face award from the Rickey Smiley show!” I tell her then all of us laugh, including Rico.
Lannie gets out then we all laughs at her. That broad is all stuck up when we all ran a train on her.
“Where your ass at Lannie? I think I just saw it running down the street and around the corner!” I tell her and she throws her juice on me. Lannie used to be my girl back when we were younger, but when she started fucking everything I let all my niggas run a train on her and she didn’t give a fuck. I broke up with her after that and haven’t liked her since.
“You small dick bitch,” Lannie says to me.
“I’m sure it was small with that loose pussy you got! When we ran a train on you, all of us fell in! We were lost in there for two damn days; nothing but a dark hollow space. It was chilly down there, too. We had to build a camp fire,” I say and she tries swinging on me, but I put the window up on her.
She starts banging on the window cussing me out. Rico pushes her away. “Bitch, what the fuck you banging on my shit for? I should drop kick your ass for starting all that shit! Don’t think I don’t know about you running your mouth to Fashion,” Rico yells at her. This nigga has been having girl problems since he started fucking.
Mashawn laughed, choking.
“Yo, you and that nigga Rico on something. Y’all say some crazy ass shit,” Mashawn says holding his stomach, trying to catch his breath.
“Yo, let’s go!” Mashawn says. Fashion tries kissing Rico. He takes his whole hand, covers her face then mushes her.
“Yo, you going crazy. Stay the hell out of my way Fashion!” Rico says getting into the truck.
We all headed to “Royal Palace”. Royal has the hottest strip club all throughout the whole DMV. He has a few other ones but Royal Palace takes the cake. He has the baddest bitches in there.
We walk to the door and security pats us down. Royal always makes sure we never get carded. We walk in and it was ass city. One bad ass yellow broad came swirling down the pole from the third level to the bottom level into a split.
“And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pots with my baby, yeah”
She bends over making her ass clap to Fetty Wap’s lyrics.
“I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
It's bitch you up in the bando, with my mirror I can't go
Remy boys got extendo, count up hella bands though
How far can your Benz go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking out my pockets hol' up”
“Yo, it’s live in this bitch,” Mashawn says. I slap the stripper’s ass then stuck a twenty in her G-string. We walk straight to the private section.
“This nigga getting that bread!” Mashawn says. I nod my head because Royal is only twenty-six and living like he has been around forever. All the niggas looked up to him, especially the younger ones.
Rico was on his phone texting. “Damn nigga, what the hell is up with you? You acting crazy as fuck right now! It’s nothing but ass in here and you sitting over there pouting like some little bitch,” I tell him.
“Yo, you keep on running off with the mouth and watch how I knock your bitch ass out!” Rico says and I wave him off. I’m not trying to get into it with this nigga. This nigga used to be on Ritalin when we were younger. I still give him the side-eye because when this nigga is mad he goes off.
“Nigga, I don’t have time to be fighting your crazy ass! I would have to shoot you or something,” I state seriously.
“He over here texting his baby mama. She posted a pic on IG with an outfit on that would get a nigga killed if he looks at her,” Mashawn says.
“Yo, you chilling with your niggas and you worried about what your baby mama got on?” I ask and he grills me. Since he’s been with Raja, this nigga’s head has really been gone. He’s too young for this shit.
“You damn right nigga! That’s all me and when she walks out that door, she needs to be covered up,” he says like everybody hasn’t seen Raja’s hoe ass naked before. I know a few niggas on the team that smashed her. She was a straight up hoe and she got Rico’s head gone.
“Don’t worry about me, nigga! One day when you start feeling a bitch you will see what I’m talking about. Y’all niggas can clown me now but this shit serious! Matter of fact, y’all take the whip. I’m ready to catch a c
ab home. I’m done clowning with y’all fuck niggas for the night,” he says throwing his keys at me.
“Yo, you serious?” I asked him as he dials out. I guess she isn’t answering the phone for him again. I laugh at him.
“Nigga, whatever pussy Raja got I pray to God I never run across a female like her. There is no way in hell I’m calling and texting a broad all damn day because she isn’t answering the phone. Let the girl be, damn! You see she isn’t worried about you,” I tell him then he charges towards me. Mashawn grabs him and puts him in a bear hug.
I shake my head and continue to sip my drink with my hand on my waist. I’m not scared of the nigga but I know something that no one else knows. He and I never talked about it since that day. I promised him I would take it to my grave.
Six years ago…
“Hey nigga, you fouling!” Rico says to our cousin Jay. It was just us three shooting playing ball. Jay was being aggressive and he pushes Rico on the ground. Rico’s face hits the concrete. When he stood up, his mouth and nose was leaking.
“Fuck you with your crackhead mama! Nigga, she sucked a few of my friends off just to get high,” Jay tells Rico. Rico is only thirteen and I was fourteen. Jay was older than us and he’s always popping slick. Jay was sixteen years old and hung out with the d-boys so I know what he said about Rico’s mama is true. Sissy is on drugs bad and she does anything to get high.
“What you say about my mama?” Rico says clenching his fists.
“What you going to do crack baby? Nigga on Ritalin and shit, with your crazy ass! Look at you nigga. You dirty as fuck and you have holes in your clothes,” Jay says to Rico laughing.
“Aye nigga, leave him the fuck alone!” I push Jay.
Jay stays fucking with us because he thought since he was in a gang he could get away with it.
“You putting your hands on me?” Jay says getting in my face.
Rico got this looks in his eyes that I’ve never saw before.
“Fuck you!” I tell Jay. Jay swings hitting me in the mouth, then we fall onto the ground tussling and throwing blows at each other. Jay gets on top of me then Rico kicks him smack dead in his mouth. Jay rolls over landing on his stomach. Rico sits on his back pulling Jay’s head back. He twists Jay’s neck in a fast jerking motion, snapping his neck. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Rico stands up with tears in his eyes. “The nigga wouldn’t leave me alone! He just keeps fucking with me!” Rico cried with his fists balled up. I look around to see if anyone was around us. We were the only ones on the basketball court. I go inside of Jay’s pockets and he has five-hundred dollars. We take off running.
“Nigga, what we going to tell aunt Fern?” he asks me.
“We were jumped by some niggas and we ran. Jay never made it back. By the way our mouths are bleeding, they will believe it,” I tell him.
I give Rico the money. “Now, that nigga can’t fuck with you no more!” I tell Rico.
We’ve been even tighter since then. We never brought that day back up again. I know what Rico is capable of doing when he is mad and I’m not fucking with it. I would hate to have to shoot him.
“Yo, I will just holla at you tomorrow,” I tell him waving him off. Raja got some shit on her hands and I pray to God she doesn’t piss him off. I know the nigga’s mental.
“That’s what I thought, nigga,” he says, snatching away from Mashawn then disappearing through the crowd.
“Yo, stop pissing the nigga off. You just always got to say something. Let that nigga be in love. That’s his baby mama. He has a fucking family and you always saying some shit,” Mashawn says.
“Shut your big ass up! I’m not trying to hear that shit! I came here to see some titties and ass!” I say, bopping my head to Rich Homie Quan’s “Blah Blah Blah” song.
After my long night, I wake up with a serious hangover and now I need to go take this nigga his whip. I pull up in his driveway, get out and ring the doorbell. This thick chick opens the door with these ugly ass glasses on. She has on a collared shirt, some jeans and a pair of Sperry’s on her feet.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask her. I hope I didn’t have the wrong house. If this nigga moved and didn’t tell me I’m fucking his ass up! Got me waking up all early going to the wrong people’s house.
“Hi, I’m Lace,” she holds her hand out. Then she turns her head and sneezes.
“I’m sorry, my allergies act up around this time of year. But whom are you looking for?” she asks me.
“Where that nigga Rico at?” I ask her.
She opens the door letting me in. I get a glimpse of her ass and it’s huge. Too bad it doesn’t fit her whack ass though. She’s cute in the face; she’s just country and nerd-like. She reminds me of the girl me and my niggas used to trip up in the hallways in high school.
Rico comes downstairs holding his son Zy. Zy looks just like Rico.
“About time nigga! Fuck took you so long?” Rico asks.
“Nigga, I got drunk and had a serious hangover. Man, I had the runs like shit this morning,” I tell him and the broad Lace frowns her nose up.
“Fuck wrong with you? What you frowning your nose up at me for? You shit too don’t you?” I asked her.
“Yo, who is that country ass broad?” I ask Rico.
“That’s Raja’s cousin, Lace. Leave her alone though. She don’t bother nobody! She barely talks so chill the fuck out,” Rico says putting Zy in his playpen.
I sit down on the couch flicking through the channels. Lace comes and sits across from me. She stares at me then turns her head when I look at her.
“Please take those big ass glasses off. I know you see everything in HD, don’t you?” I asked her.
“Leave her the fuck alone!” Raja says coming down the steps.
“What’s up Smurf?” I ask her.
“Not a damn thing hoe! What your black ass doing over here so damn early for anyway?” she asks me.
“Bringing your man his whip back. Look Raja, on some real shit, I don’t feel like fussing with you. I got a serious ass headache. So tell that nigga hurry up and get ready so he can take me back home,” I tell her.
She looks at me rolling her eyes, walking into the kitchen. Lace gets up and walks out. I leans my head back then closes my eyes. I feel someone tapping me on the leg and it’s Lace.
“What the hell you want?” I ask her. She hands me two Advil and a glass of water.
”This will get rid of your headache,” she tells me then walks off.
“Yo, you ready?” Rico asks picking Zy up.
“Been ready,” I tell him.
We walk out to the truck. Rico straps Zy in his car seat. I do admire how he is with his son. I know a few niggas who have kids and don’t spend time with them and half of them are older than Rico.
“What’s up with you for the day?” he asks me as I lean my seat back.
“Shit! Going home then sleep until tomorrow,” I tell him.
“I’m going to swing by your mama house after I drop you off to pick up Samari. I miss her man! I haven’t seen her in a few months. Your mother be tripping, on some real shit,” he says stressed.
“I know, that’s why pops left her! I couldn’t wait ‘til I got the fuck up out of there! She’s strict as hell. Samari be in bed by six o’clock! They on white folks schedule,” I tell him.
Zy starts making noses. “Da-da,” he says.
“What’s up lil’ man?” Rico asks him then he starts blabbing and blowing bubbles.
“Zy, talking already?” I ask.
“Naw, not really. He just started saying mama and da-da like last week. He’ll be eleven months next week. His lil ass is growing fast. It seems like yesterday when Raja called me and cursed me out because she went into labor while doing hair. Her simple ass was still working. Yo, that shit was wild,” he says laughing.
“Your baby mama ghetto that’s why,” I tell him.
“I know she is. Real ghetto and her mouth is ratchet as fuck!” he says and I
shake my head. He pulls up to my house behind my pops’ Lexus. I live on the other side of the house. He turned his garage into an apartment then added to that. I had an apartment on the side of the house. He stays going out of town so we really don’t see each other like that.
A dark green Malibu pulls up behind us. I get out and it’s Tessa. This is some fucked up shit. This grown-ass woman be going crazy over me. She is thirty-four and she acts like she is eighteen. I’ve been fucking her since tenth grade. She was my African-American History teacher.
“Yooooo, is that Tessa popping up on you?” Rico laughs and Zy follows behind him laughing too. I shake my head.