At the age of ten, I was taken away from my mother because my school had reported DCF on me because I came to school every day dressed in the same clothes, stankin, and always hungry. My ass would have been in the damn system but my grandmother, my mom’s mom, stepped up and took me in. I became rebellious and I didn’t give a fuck about no one, so that made me treat my grandma like shit. I had this feeling in my heart that nobody gave a fuck about me because if they did, then I wouldn’t have went through half the shit that I’d endured as a child. I’ll admit, my grandma did everything in her power to make sure I didn’t end up in jail or dead when I hit my teenage years but it was already too late. A nigga was thirteen years old and I was working for a nigga named Clyde selling dope on the street like a grown ass man. When I turned 17, my whole mindset on school changed. Going to school couldn’t buy me the shit that I wanted. Going to school couldn’t get me to fuck any bitch that I wanted; which is why I chose to say fuck school and let’s get this money!
I met my niggas Quan and Quay when we were in middle school and we just instantly clicked. We all had fantasies about getting money, so naturally we had a bond. I wanted to be the biggest fuckin dope dealer while Quan wanted to be the biggest damn rapper alive. Hell, Quay didn’t care what he did as long as he was getting his money. But that was then and this is now. A nigga was 26 years old now and I’d started looking at life a little differently. While I still had every much infatuation with money, I just wanted to get that shit in a different way. It wasn’t worth playing with your freedom because at the end of the day, you couldn’t do shit with that money when you behind bars or if you’re six feet under. I’m not saying that I was about to jump out of the game right this instant because a nigga was fresh out of jail and I had to eat! Luckily for me, I was smart with the way I’d handled my money before I went to jail. I had a huge lump sum of money at my grandma’s house that was waiting for me.
Anyways, tonight it was Friday night and my niggas were taking me out to Club Mansion to celebrate my coming home. I’d hoped that tonight I ended up going to a hotel with a few bad bitches because a nigga was backed up. No pussy for 5 years damn near killed a nigga. Those COs used to walk around that bitch looking like they wanted to fuck a nigga but I’ll admit I had some morals when it came to bitches, so I wasn’t about to stick my dick in none of them busted ass correctional officers. A nigga was getting off for the past five years just by beating my damn meat. Whoever I took home with me tonight was going to definitely feel my wrath and the bitch might have to end up walking with a damn cane by the time I finish murdering her damn insides.
Right now, I was standing in my old room at my grandmother’s spot waiting on Quay to come and get me. First thing tomorrow morning, I was going to go find a spot of my own with the realtor that I had spoken to on the phone with earlier this week and I also needed to get a new whip. Looking in the mirror, I knew without a doubt that I was indeed that nigga. I was currently wearing a pair of all-white Levi jeans that were sagging off my ass with the extra crisp crease in them. I had on a long sleeve plaid shirt from Polo and a pair of tan Timberlands boots on my feet. The jewelry that was around my neck, wrist and fingers was literally the cost of somebody’s mortgage. I went inside the case on my dresser and put in my 14k gold grillz top and bottom and ran my hands over my hair. I’d went to the barber this morning, so I was all cleaned up for this event. I sprayed a little bit of my Guilty Gucci cologne and threw my iPhone, which I had just purchased yesterday, in my front pocket. A nigga was away for five years, so all that Instagram, Snapchat, and Twitter shit was new to me. I needed to hurry up and learn how to work it because I needed to find me some bad hoes.
Walking out of my room, I went down into the den to see my grandma sitting on the couch watching her gospel channel on TV. Ever since I could remember, she’d always watched this shit. My grandma was one of those old fashioned grandmothers, similar to Irma P. Hall from the movie Soul Food. No matter how strict she tried to be when I started living with her, or how many times she beat my ass with a damn switch, she still couldn’t tame my ass.
“What’s up, old lady?’ I asked my grandma, sitting next to her on the couch and kissing her on her forehead.
“Just sitting here thinking,” she responded, looking over at me.
“Thinking about what?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.
“Diandre, I’m praying for you every night. You got a second chance at life and I don’t want you messing it up, doing reckless stuff in these here streets. I want you to start making wiser decisions and think about the consequences before you react. You got five years last time, you don’t want to have to do life. Baby boy, you have the potential to do better and I love you and it will kill me if something were to happen to you,” my grandma said and I could hear it in her voice that she was stressed. I was pissed at myself because I already knew that I was the cause of that.
“Grandma, I love you, too, and you don’t have to worry about me, I’m going to be alright,” I said, squeezing her a little bit. A few seconds later, I heard a horn blow from outside and I already knew that it was Quay. I got up from off the couch and stretched. “Alright, grandma, I’m about to get up out of here; and stop stressing yourself and please don’t stay up waiting on me because it’s no telling what time I’m getting home,” I told her, kissing her on the cheek.
“Be safe, Diandre,” she said and I nodded my head and I was out the door.
Damn near an hour later, we were pulling up to Club Mansion and that shit was on swole. Bitches were standing in the long ass line trying to pull down their short ass dresses and kept switching to put the weight of one foot to the other because those high ass heels that they were wearing were killing them. I chuckled as I looked at a few of them stand on the concrete with their shoes in their hands and just shook my head. You could always point out the hoodrats from the classy females. No matter how bad a classy woman’s feet were hurting, I bet you one thing. She won’t dare take them mothafuckas off. Now a hoodrat, she don’t care; she’ll be on the dance floor dancing barefoot.
As we were finding a place to park, I couldn’t help but notice all the commotion going around out front. Paparazzi was taking pictures of somebody but I couldn’t see because damn near everybody in the crowd was blocking my view.
“Who the fuck is the nigga over there that got them bitches going crazy like that?” I asked, looking over at Quay.
“Oh man, that’s Quan. He that nigga now,” Quay boasted and I smiled for my nigga because he deserved that and much more.
I knew that Quan was that nigga to see in the hood but damn, I didn’t know he had the juice like that. I was proud of my nigga because the first thing that just went through my mind were those late nights when we were listening to him speak of this shit. He’d said he was going to get out of the hood with his rapping shit and to see my nigga accomplish that, I had nothing but the utmost love and respect for him. After we found a place to park, we stepped out and made our way through the thick ass crowd. Quan wasn’t no longer out there, so I assumed he must have made his way inside the building already. Of course, we didn’t have to wait in that long ass line, but we did have to get checked for heat. As soon as we stepped foot in the building, ass and titties were everywhere.
Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door
A nigga was mesmerized as I watched all that ass these strippers had on stage. I had to keep telling my dick to calm down because that lil nigga kept jumping. We made our way over to V.I.P and Quan had the whole thing blocked off with a velvet rope. Bitches were standing in line, trying to get through but security wasn’t even having all of that.
“Damn, nigga, I got to wait in line, too?” I asked Quan, screaming over the music while standing right next to security, daring that nigga to say something to me.
“Aye, let that wild ass nigga in here!” Quan said, holding a bottle of Ace of Spades in his hands.
Security let the rope up and Quay and I stepped in. “Damn, nigga, I don’t know whether to dap you up or ask for your fuckin autograph. You the man, I see,” I said, giving my nigga a brotherly hug. This shit was genuine. Like, I can’t repeat how proud I was of his success.
“Dre, nigga, this shit can be you, too. You can hop on the money team right along with me. I done seen you rap. Nigga, you got bars just as much as I do,” Quan said after we took our spot on the couch.
“Nah, nigga, this shit ain’t for me. I’m a hustler, that’s all I know,” I said, waving him off.
“Well, nigga, let this shit be your hustle. The thing that make this rapping shit so easy to me is the fact that I lived through this shit. Every fuckin thing that come out my mouth is either some shit I done seen or some shit that I done did. Let this shit be your story. Tell these mothafuckas what’s on your chest and I promise you we’ll be the next N.W.A in this bitch, man,” Quan said, hyped. I ain’t gone lie, what he said sounded very convincing but I still needed time to think on this shit.
“Aye, man, my nigga is home! Whatever the fuck he want, put that shit on the tab,” Quan said, standing up and pointing at me. I laughed at this wild ass nigga then told the waitress what I wanted.
We were up in V.I.P chilling, smoking, and having a good time. I looked up and I noticed Charlie, Jaquan’s littler sister Monae and another bad ass red bone whom I’d never seen before. I was calling her a red bone but I honestly thought that she was mixed with something because I could see that she had good tresses from over here. Lil mama was the fuckin truth. I swear I didn’t even know her name but if another nigga were to try and even touch her right now, I would have probably killed his ass. She wasn’t even smiling or anything but her deep dimples in her cheeks were in full view. She was what society labels as slim thick. Yeah, she was little but the amount of ass that she was working with didn’t go unnoticed. I ain’t ever in my life looked at a bitch that really made me want to reconsider doing right by her by only having a first glance.
Right now, she was wearing a two-piece, all-white bandage dress with a pair of nude Louboutins on her feet. The part that had me in a trance was the fact that the top that she was wearing was lace and see through and her piercings that she had in her nipples were visible. If any other female would have worn some shit like that, I would have assumed that they was the biggest hoe and it would be easy for me to get them but I could tell from the way little mama was standing and how high she held her head up that she knew she was that bitch and nothing about her screamed hoe or easy. She was wearing her hair pulled back into a long, slicked back ponytail and every time she would move her head, her hair would sing, hitting her in the ass. Her make-up was on fleek and her eyebrows looked like Jesus himself came down and arched them for her. When she smiled and I saw those damn dimples come fully into view with that perfect set of teeth and smile, I swear I almost busted a damn nut.
“Damn, nigga, put your fuckin tongue in your mouth, thirsty ass nigga,” Quan said, taking me out of my trance. He and Quay were both looking at me and laughing.
“Man, who the fuck is that with Charlie and Monae?” I asked them, finally taking my eyes off of Ms. Perfect.
“My nigga, you don’t want no parts of that. That’s Toya, Charlie and Monae’s best friend. You think Charlie’s ass is mean, Toya is a different type of mean. And the bitch got some Puerto Rican in her. You know ain’t nothing worse than a black girl attitude and a Spanish attitude. The bitch is both, so that’s deadly. She remind me of Gabrielle Union on that damn movie Deliver Us From Eva,” Quan said and I had to laugh at the comparison that he’d made.
Lil mama was probably about 120 pounds soaking wet, so she wasn’t scaring nobody over here. She just needed the right nigga to tame her ass, dick her down properly, and I bet you all that attitude would be right out the window.
I watched as security let the rope up and all three woman walked through. The perfume that all three of them were wearing instantly came through our section and the shit did indeed smell good. I watched as Charlie went and sat down on Quan’s lap and I noticed Quay give Monae a look. I didn’t know what that shit was all about.
“Oh yeah, ya’ll haven’t met before. Toya, come here,” Charlie said, calling Toya over who had went and sat down next to Monae. She stood up and made her way over to us. “Dre, this is my best friend Toya and Toya, this is Dre, Quan’s homeboy,” Charlie said.
She looked at me and gave me a shy hi and I nodded my head at her. I could already tell that lil mama was a force to be reckoned with and there wasn’t shit shy about her. She went and sat back down.
Eventually, Quan let me invite some strippers up, so I was in the middle of getting my dick grinded on while I watched Toya from out of the corner of my eye like a damn hawk. I had this short, thick ass stripper on my lap grinding her thick ass all on my dick. She wasn’t wearing anything but a G-string and a bra that wasn’t even covering up all of her breasts. I let her have her way with me and I must have closed my eyes for a little too long because when I opened them, Toya was gone. I tapped thickums on her ass and told her thanks and then reached inside my pants’ pocket and handed her a 50 dollar bill. She damn near begged me to take her in the back in one of the private rooms so she could suck my dick but I told her no because I was in search of my future wife.
I stood up from my spot and Charlie was grinding on Quan because the DJ had slowed it down and was playing that Lil Jon and Oobie, “Moist.” I respected Charlie and Quan’s relationship because couldn’t a soul say that she was with this nigga for his money because she was down with this nigga when he didn’t have shit. I didn’t know what the hell my nigga was whispering in Charlie’s ear but whatever he was telling her, it had to be good because she was smiling from ear to ear.
“Aye, man, where she went?” I asked Quan while in the middle of him getting his lap dance. Shit, I didn’t care. I needed to find her.
“Where who went?” Quan asked, clearly not able to focus right now. I gave him a look like ‘You know what the fuck I’m talking about’ and he chuckled. “Oh, she downstairs at the bar. She said they was taking too long with her drink so she went to go get it,” he said and I nodded my head and walked off.
Security let me out through the rope and I scanned the club looking for her. I found her a minute later, standing in front of the bar with her hands folded and her back facing me. I could tell from her posture alone that she was pissed off about something. I slowly made my way over to her, putting a little more swag into my walk. I stood behind her and whispered in her ear.
“Clearly, you don’t have nigga,” I said. I felt how her body tensed up and once she caught on, I could feel her body relax up under me.
“What makes you think that?” she asked, looking at me over her shoulder.
“Ain’t no way a nigga gone let his bitch walk out the house with this on. If you was my bitch, I would break your damn neck for having all my business out, showing the whole damn world!” I said cockily.
“Too bad you’ll never get the chance to act on that,” she said, taking her drink from the bartender and sashaying off. Damn, did she really just play a nigga like that? I wasn’t used to the shoe being on the other foot. I was used to bitches throwing themselves at me, not the other way around.
My eyes stayed glued to her the whole time as she made her back into V.I.P. I stayed at the bar for a little bit longer and then made my way back up to our section. When I got up there, Charlie was no longer sitting on Quan’s lap. She was now sitting on the other couch with Toya and Monae. I sat down next to Quan and took a sip of my drink.
“How that work for you, nigga?” Quay asked and I could tell he was trying to hold back a laug
h.
“Shut the fuck up, nigga. She gone have my baby and ya’ll niggas gone be uncles soon, just wait on it,” I said cockily, even though I didn’t know whether or not this would be true. I could honestly tell that trying to get Toya would be as hard as pulling damn teeth.
“Yeah, whatever, nigga,” Quan said laughing, and I waved him off.
I looked at my phone and I noticed that it was one in the morning. I looked over and I could see that my future was preparing to leave. I watched as she gave Charlie and Monae hugs and then made her way over to us.
“I’m about to get up out of here. I got to be to work in the morning,” Toya said, never once looking in my direction.
“Alright, sis, be careful. Wait, hold up. Let me have one of the security guards walk you out,” Quan said, about to get up from his seat but I quickly shut that shit down.
“Nah, it’s cool. I’ll walk her out,” I said, standing up. She looked at me like she wanted to say something but she didn’t.
After she hugged my niggas goodbye, I let her get in front of me and I followed her out to her car. The whole time we walked through the crowded club, I respectfully walked with my hand on the lower part of her back, even though I wanted to grab her by that little waist and place her in front of my hard ass dick that was dying to be freed.
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