by Asia Hill
“Then come on up. You tripping. My little shawty got some steaks on the grill.”
“How well you know this bitch?”
“Nigga, fuck the riddles. Spit that shit out.”
“You know I was saying that I found out who hit both licks.”
“Right. Who told you?”
“Tutu told me, right before I shot her grimy ass. I told you that those niggas at the bank looked familiar.”
“Who you thought they was?”
“Jaw and Poohman.”
“The little niggas you went to school with?”
“Yeah.”
“So what up?”
“They asses walking up the stairs to where you at.”
“FUCK YOU JUST SAY?” I had to catch my tone.
“You good boo?” I looked at shawty with pure hatred, but I knew I had to keep it cool.
“Yeah ma, I’m cool.”
After she walked back into the kitchen, I put my plan into motion. “JR wait a few minutes and then come up. Were Poohman and Jaw alone?”
“I saw two bitches with them, but now it’s only one.”
“Wait about ten minutes and then come up.”
I’m on fucking fire. Is the hoe trying to set me up? See, this is why I don’t trust hoes now.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Ramon, can you open the door?”
(JuJu)
“What up, Katari?”
“Bitch, where you been? I been trying to get a hold of you for two weeks now.”
“I been booked up. What’s up?”
“I see. I asked Tyesha where you were. Anyway, bitch shit just got real out here.”
“Well don’t keep me in suspense.”
“First, rumor has it that you and yo crew killed Pancho.”
My mouth almost hit the ground. “Who the fuck lying like that?”
“Lil Man said y’all killed his brother and ain’t nobody heard from his sister, Tutu.”
“I don’t even know a Tutu and his little ass better quit lying like that before I get Woodie to fuck his little ass up.”
“That ain’t even the half. Some nigga been riding around the hood in a tan Impala looking for some nigga named, Dirty E.”
“What he look like?”
“I haven’t seen him, but I know he paid Lil Man and now he knows that E is a girl. I also know who y’all is too.”
“E, gon get that little shit.”
“Just be careful. You know you my boo thang.”
“Thanks boo.” I picked up the phone to call Jaw. No answer! Fuck it. He’s just going to have to come with me to fuck Lil Man up real quick. As I start walking back across the street towards the house, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“What’s that all about?” I say to no one in particular. As I reach the top of the stairs, I don’t hear shit. “They must be on the back porch.”
I turn the knob to enter Boo’s apartment, and out of nowhere, I feel a gun being pressed to my back. “Bitch, I’mma kill you just like you killed my brother!”
I could have pissed myself right then and there. I tried to turn around, but he pushed me through the door. What I saw next, brought me to my knees. Jaw and Poohman laying unconscious. Boo and my besties were all tied up on their knees with duct tape over their mouths. I was so into my conversation with my girl outside that I didn’t even see E and Tiki pull up.
Damn, out of all the shit I’ve done in my life, I never thought that it would end like this. As I look into the eyes of my besties, I see no fear. We came up together, got money together, cried together, killed together, and shit, I guess it looks like we’re bout to lay it down together. We had a great run together. We shook this motha fuckingg city up like dice. For real!
Coming up, all we had was each other. We didn’t give a fuck about nobody because nobody gave a fuck about us. We rode hard in these streets, burning a lot of motha fuckers in the process. What? We E.S.C., Eastside Crazy! You better know it.
We fucked up though. We got comfortable, started sleeping on the enemies and they swarmed on our asses like killer bees. As I stand here ready to meet my maker, I can’t help but wonder, did I choose the wrong career path? Hearing the hammer cock back on the gun that I’m sure would end our lives; I can’t help but see my life flash before my eyes. The beginning was bad, but this shit right here, my nigga is death… Literally!
(Lil Mama)
Why the fuck isn’t nobody answering their phones? Agghh! This shit is pissing me off. I got some words for Boo’s ass. I love my sister, but she’s been keeping shit from me. Call me paranoid if you want, but I had Pete watching her ass. She’s back in the game and I’m mad about it. I thought that time was enough to shut her ass down. It’s dangerous and she’s got enemies that she don’t even know about.
From what Pete said, the nigga that told on her is sniffing around town trying to get the drop on her. Why is he looking for her now? I don’t know, but it’s not good.
“Boo, pick up the phone. I’m on my way over. Pete told me some shit. I’mma kill yo ass, just so you know.”
(JR)
“Bitch, I’mma kill every last one of these motha fuckers and you’re going to watch me do it. You made me watch my brother die, so I’mma gladly return the favor.”
I looked around the room at each and every face. Sure enough, these are the little bastards that hit up my garage, and the bank in Indiana.
“Big Moe, we got stained by some fucking kids. Where the fuck our money at from the garage and the bank?”
I snatched the tape off of the stud broad’s mouth. “Talk pussy!”
This little bitch looked up at me, hawked, and spit in my face. “Fuck you, nigga!”
The nerve of this bitch ass nigga. “OH YEAH?”
WHACK!
I punched that bitch in her mouth so hard that my knuckles bust. “You gon be the first one I torture and kill.”
I turned my attention to this pretty ass bitch with emerald green eyes. I remember those eyes. No lie; she was the one that upped that AK-47 on us at the bank. The way she shot ol’ girl in the head without hesitation, I knew not to underestimate her. She was a killer. I snatched the tape from her mouth.
“I know those eyes. You the bitch from the bank with the AK.”
She just looked at me. The look she gave me sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, you think you tough?”
Still no answer.
“Okay, have it your way.”
I walked over to where I had knocked Poohman’s ass out.
“Where that money?”
Her eyes shot daggers at me. Guaranteed, if she could get to me, she’d try to kill me. I like a gangsta ass bitch. “I’mma come back to you. We got all day, but this nigga I don’t need.”
I pointed the gun at Poohman’s stomach.
BOOM!
“POOHMAN! NOOOOOO!”
“Oh, you do talk.”
(ReRe)
All I know is, one minute we were all laughing, walking up the stairs and the next thing I know, we had a big ass gun pointed at our faces.
“Get the fuck on the ground!”
“What the fuck?”
“Bitch, shut the fuck up!”
Then out of nowhere, WHACK! WHACK!
This crazy ass nigga knocked Poohman and Jaw out cold. I’m mad that I left my pistol in the car. He snatches me in the crib and that’s when I see Boo tied up on the floor.
“Lay down, hoe!”
Damn, I’m about to die like this? I hope Ju don’t come up here. I want my bestie to live her life to the fullest. My life has been fucked up since birth. I don’t have a soul. I don’t have shit, really. I’m used up. That’s why I haven’t let Poohman sex me. I’m too scared that he won’t like it, because my daddy used me up.
Oh God! I hear people coming up the stairs. Shit, think! Fuck! It’s E and Tiki. I can’t call out to them because I don’t want to get shot. Shit, I’m about to die anyway. As I got up enough air in my lungs to
scream past this tape on my mouth, I guess the dude saw me make that effort. This grimy motha fucker hit me so hard in my stomach that I saw stars.
“UGHH!”
“E, don’t,” was all I got out before everything went black.
(E)
“Man, I’m hungrier than that thing.” Tiki looked at me like, what’s new. “Tiki, call one of them hoes and tell them we are around the corner.”
She picked up her phone. “Neither one of their asses are answering the phone. Probably all boo loving and shit.”
“Let me find out, you jealous.” She looked at me as if I was crazy.
“You know better.”
We hit Marquette and found a parking spot. “They’re here because there go Jaw’s Charger.”
To be honest, the whole scene didn’t feel right to me. As we made our way up the stairs, I felt funny as shit.
“E, what the hell? Why you looking like you smell a shitty diaper?”
“I don’t know, Tiki. I don’t feel right.”
“Quit smoking all that weed, hoe.”
“Whatever!”
We get to the top of the stairs and I swear it is quiet as hell. I went to reach for the doorknob when all of a sudden, the door flies open.
“What’s good, Dirty E?”
(Lil Mama)
I can’t believe that nobody’s answering their phones. I need to talk to Boo.
“Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel while being caught at a red light. I look up to see this old ass lady mean mugging me.
“What the fuck you looking at, Granny? Mind your business, ol’ nosey bitch!”
Yes, I was that mad. As I pulled up to her crib, there were no parking spots. “Are you serious?”
I finally find one a few houses down. As soon as I get out, I see my niece’s little friend Katari running towards me.
“Girl, why you looking like somebody just slapped the shit outta you?”
“You need to get up there, now! I heard a shot and I heard somebody scream!”
“WHAT?”
“I saw this nigga creep up there after JuJu left from over here. I been calling, but she ain’t answering.”
“FUCK!
I’m on parole. I don’t need this shit. I ran back to my car and popped my trunk. I grabbed my gun and checked the chamber. What? Better safe than sorry. This the Eastside of Chicago. These niggas don’t discriminate. Parole or not, I stay strapped and for future references, don’t bring your ass over here without one.
I hit the gangway and quietly crept up the back stairs. As I make my way to the top of the stairs, I could hear voices coming from the kitchen area.
“Big Moe, don’t kill em yet. We need that money, nigga.”
“Fuck all that. Let’s shoot these motha fuckers and be done with it. We can hit another spot. I’mma start with that bitch Boo since she wanna set niggas up.”
Kill Boo? Shoot WHO? Not my sister. Okay think! Before I could come up with anything, all hell broke loose.
(JuJu)
I’mma be fucked up for life after this shit. I’m not even worried about me. I feel bad for my bestie. She can’t do shit, but watch Poohman bleed to death. I’m hurting more because it’s been years since I saw ReRe cry. She’s just over there rocking back and forth and the tears and just flowing. When we finally made eye contact, all hell broke loose!
(ReRe)
I can’t believe this pussy ass nigga, shot my man. If we’re going to die, it won’t be like this. I see JuJu looking at me and I can’t help but to cry harder. She might think it’s because of Poohman being shot, but it isn’t. I got this blade in my hands and I’m slowly cutting away at the tape. Thing is, the tape isn’t the only thing I’m cutting. I’m fucking my damn wrists up. That’s why I’m crying. This shit hurt!
I block the pain because I’m almost there. POP! I snapped the tape in half. Now it’s on! I crawled over to where Jaw and Poohman laid and snatched the tape off of their mouths.
“Jaw, where –.”
He cut me off. “My auntie got that Choppa under the couch. Hurry up so I can get him to the hospital.”
I looked towards the kitchen to see where they were. I hurried up and cut Jaw loose.
“Aww shit! Here they come!”
Jaw looked at me with murder all in his eyes. “Chop their ass down!”
That’s all I needed to hear. I put my back against the wall and waited. That nigga, JR was the first to hit the corner. “Talk that shit now!”
He looked at me and said some real shit. “Bitch, I been ready!”
I went to pull the trigger. CLICK! CLICK!
He smiled at me. “I guess God ain’t ready for me.”
WHACK! He punched me so hard in my face that I went flying backwards dropping the gun. After that, he was all over me. I can throw these paws with the best of them, but this nigga was possessed. As we rolled around on the floor, I could see Jaw and JuJu fighting Big Moe.
E, Tiki, and Boo were still tied up. I could see my baby still laying on the floor clutching his stomach. That gave me some type of energy. I grabbed this nigga’s balls and tried to pull them the fuck off.
“Yeah bitch, I like that freaky shit!”
That must have gave him a burst of energy because he started hitting me harder and faster. I was on the verge of blacking out when I hear; POP! POP! POP!
He falls on top of me. “What? Get him off of me!” I had no strength left after fighting this clown. I’m trying to push him off of me, but he is dead weight for real. Who the fuck shot him? I saw Lil Mama pull him one-way so that I could slide from up under him the other way.
“Y’all alright? Where Big Moe, Jaw?”
Jaw’s ass was still breathing hard. “That nigga ran out the front door after he heard the shots.”
I ran over to where Poohman was lying. “Baby, let me see your wound.”
I lift his shirt up and I see a hole the size of a dime. I didn’t see blood.
“Shit Jaw! We gotta get him to the hospital. He’s bleeding internally.”
(Lil Man)
On my mama, I’mma kill every last one of them pussy ass motha fuckers. I just got a call from my mama. They just found my sister dead in her apartment. Bad enough, I just lost my brother. He took care of me. He always made sure I had the best video games and the newest Jordan’s. I can’t believe Dirty E and those three bitches crossed him like that. I got something for their asses. Watch!
