by Noire
I couldn’t believe this shit! Free was buggin’ the fuck out!
“What? You talkin’ crazy, Free. You or nobody else ain’t taking my son from me.” I was ready to get loud, but his guard Feety reached over and touched my arm. He looked at me with a killer face and shook his head twice, like don’t even fuckin’ try it bitch.
I sat there as Free cheesed for the cameras and the crowd while steady calling me all kinds of dirty hos and crabs and nasty rabbits out the side of his mouth. It was like he was full of my shit and couldn’t hold it in not one minute longer. Pain was in his voice when he asked me how many times I came up in the crib and kissed on his son after sucking dicks in the streets all night long. He told me that no matter how much love he mighta had for me, I could never step my foot back in his crib no more, not even to get my clothes or any of my papers, and definitely not to see Nasir.
“You unfit, Saucy. A fuckin’ pig takes better care of her young. You left my shorty in the house by himself. That ain’t cool, baby. It’s criminal.”
“But Free! It was only for a little while! You came right back home. Plus, how was I supposed to know Aunt Mercy Ann was gone?”
He laughed loud as hell then, and that’s when I knew the two of them had set me up.
“See, that’s just it. You wasn’t supposed to know. But you was supposed to check. But don’t worry yourself about none of that shit no more! I got a cab waiting outside for you, ma, so you can step right now. Everything you had when you met me is in the back. Take ya nasty gear and roll. Just stay the fuck away from me and my son!”
This nigga was serious. He was done. All night long my mind had been on the wrong track. Here I had been planning to get him home and fuck his brain out backward, and he had been planning to make me feel all cozy and secure, then wait until the show was over and take me outside like trash and toss me the fuck off. Like I hadn’t laid up in pain and pushed out his baby! Like I hadn’t sucked and slobbed his dick down real good, or licked them big balls the way he liked them licked. Like I hadn’t stayed locked down in his New Jersey shack and put up with his stank-ass Aunt Mercy Ann!
Free couldn’t say enough nasty shit about me. He went on and on, like a toilet that had gotten stopped up, then overflowed. The shit Free was talking made me sound like I wasn’t nothing but a big bird whore, a two-cent backseat trick, and now he was kickin’ my ass outta his life like I was a stank piece of rotten fish.
I felt myself get sweating hot. Swelling up like a fuckin’ balloon. If I had a gun I woulda shot Free’s ass. But a knife woulda been better. I wanted to stab him in his throat and cut that fuckin’ smile off his face and make sure every damn body in the house got a good look at me doing it.
“Just calm your ass down and relax,” Free said again, clapping as another act finished on stage. “’Cause this ya last time in my light, baby. So you better enjoy it. Sit back and shine for the rest of the night, because you’ll never have another one like it on my dime.”
Oh, I was gonna shine tonight. Damn right I was. The MC had just introduced Reem Raw and his man Robb Hawk on the stage. They was looking good in some black Dickies with red tees under them, and I stood up and jetted before Free or Feety realized what was up. I ran over to the middle of the stage and hiked my three-thousand-dollar Fendi dress up, then threw my leg over and climbed up there and joined Reem and Robb in their act.
Holding my dress up to show my legs and grinding my ass like I was on a pole, I looked over my shoulder and told them niggas to work with me.
“C’mon!!” I screamed, grinning and laughing. “Help me flip this hot Jeezy joint!” Then I snatched that fuckin’ mic outta Reem’s hand and put Free’s shit on blast for the whole damn world to see.
“He ain’t the tyyyype!” I imitated my nigga Jeezy, singing into the mic at the top of my lungs.
“He ain’t the type to be runnin’ his mouth, so I keep it gansta wit’ him, put his DICK in my mouth! Yeaaaaaa, not a whore, just a real bitch! Say what you scared to say! I know you feeling this, that’s riiiighhht, that’s riiiight!”
Robb and Reem didn’t know what the fuck to do. But they was professionals so I guess they figured this was part of the show and the show must go on!
I looked down at Free. That nigga wasn’t smiling no more! I turned around and bent over at the waist and jiggled my ass at him, then danced all up on Reem, as Robb got busy and hit ’em with a bridge just like I hadn’t just got my ass up on the stage and fucked up their flow.
Cute face, tight waist, nice Fendi so,
Yes, I’ll holla my nigga, I don’t solicit hoes!
I button my lip up, that’s why I get to take yo bitch home, home, yeaaaa
Reem was doin’ his thang, but at the same time he was looking at me like I was bananas and hesitating like he didn’t wanna shit on his man Free.
“C’mon!” I told him. “It’s just a crazy little surprise!” I jumped back in there, center stage, making up moves and lyrics as I went along. I grabbed Robb by his Dickie shirt and started going down his body trying to undress him and hump his leg at the same time.
“I’ll take my Fendi off, if you take them Dickies off! I ain’t tryna love you, I’m just tryna get my sticky off! I’ll get it nice and wet! Pull it soft, call me a boss!”
I turned around and faced the crowd, and did one of my old G-Spot moves. I looked over to where I had seen Marshall and Dymond sitting, and directed my booty flow their way.
“The way I fire dick, take your chick! Put Dymond’s tongue up on my clit, got her like I want her lesbian relationship! Her man hatin’ it, pleasing me all times of the night! Marshall’s masturbating it! Ménage à trois, cravin’ it! I’m spontaneous! Sexually dangerous! When you take your Dickies off, best believe you getting licked!”
I looked over my shoulder toward Free, and he was staring right at me, embarrassed as fuck! I gave it all up to him, braining the mic and acting like I was sucking a big long dick.
“And I only take pipers, long dicks for all-nighters! You gotta lick before you stick! That’s a rule for vaginas! Fuck attack from the back! I’m the queen of my highness!”
Half the niggas in the joint was screaming, the other half was probably hoping I would suck their dicks tonight! Robb broke back in with his bridge.
Cute face, tight waist, nice Fendi so,
Yes, I’ll holla my nigga, I don’t solicit hoes!
I button my lip up, that’s why I get to take yo bitch home, home, yeaaaa
Then the DJ dropped the beat for a second and Reem Raw got his shit in while I arched my back and popped my ass all over that stage.
Ch-ch-ch-chill!!! What’s poppin boyz? N.J.S.!
Reem Raw got it locked, what it be like!
Ya nigga got ’em, ’bout to show ’em what a G like
Real homey and I’m hitting the track hard,
Hit her wit a bundle and she gettin’ the pack off
Bring the money back, then I go in her back hard
Come roll with a KING
She can hold the kids down, she can keep herself clean,
My chick! My bitch!
My QUEEN!
It’s REEM!!
Never runnin my mouth, I wanna hit it from the Lex to the house,
Good dick, good shit, keep her neck to the south,
Stretchin’ it out,
Hood bitch all I need on my side, move out!
So holla at me, I’m wit it,
Let’s get it poppin fast!
I’ll give it to you so right,
Make the hooptie feel like you in a topless Jag!
Said Reem got that one of a kind rap,
I might hurt somethin’ if you get me behind that, that, that, that, that…
I opened my mouth wide and busted on Free one last time as I was booty clappin’ my way off the stage and the crowd was wildin’ and going bananas.
“He ain’t the tyyyype to be runnin’ his mouth, so I keep it gansta wit’ him, put his DICK in my mouth! Yeaaaaaa, n
ot a whore, just a real bitch! Say what you scared to say! I know you feeling this! That’s riiiighhht, that’s riiiight, that’s riiiighhht, that’s riiiight!”
I looked across the stage and met Tai’s eyes. Her mouth was hanging open and Jaheim was just shaking his head. Fuck ’em! Fuck all of them!
Chapter 21
BUT IF I thought Free was gonna let my little public stunt knock him out the box I was dead wrong. I ran down the stage steps and tried to jet past Feety but that big nigga snatched me up and twisted my arm behind my back. He slammed me down into the seat he had been in, then sat next to Free in my seat as the next act took the stage.
Whoever was coming to the stage was about to get straight ignored because all around us voices was buzzing as people talked cash shit about what they’d just seen and heard. The music public loved them some Free, just as long as he was on top and looking large. But a video chick like me had just made that nigga look soft and weak, and the whole damn industry was gonna be blasting the news about my performance before the night was over.
I guess Free figured that out and decided to do something about it. He stood up and gave me such a look of hate that I tried to ball up in my chair. I twisted away from him and Feety and pulled my knees up to my chest and covered my head with my arms and hands.
But the ass-kicking I was waiting for never came. When I lifted my head and took a peek, Free was already walking up on the stage, right in the middle of the act in progress. He said something to Dougie Fresh, then snatched the mic from some young boy as the beat changed to something slower and funkier.
The next thing I knew, that cone light was shining right on me, and so was everybody’s questioning eyes.
“Damn! I guess it’s true what they say, huh?” Free spoke into the mic, nodding toward me. “You really can’t turn ya ho into ya housewife!”
Every damn body laughed. Loud as hell.
“But for real, yo. I think it’s time for a lil Q&A session. What y’all know about that?”
Man, oh man. Ol’ Mistah Freedom opened his mouth and came straight outta retirement on my ass! He started spittin’ some illa shit that fucked all our heads up!
I got a question!
Lady you mad, cuz I don’t speak when I breeze past?
I got a question!
Lady you mad cuz you stuck wit’ a sleazebag?
Now what’s the answer?
You was loose, till you crashed tryna speed fast!
It’s gone take a lot more, bitch, to slow up Free’s swag!
The crowd went crazy! They loved it!
Then the cone light swept across the room and swung over to where Quaison was sitting. Free got loose and let him have some too.
I got a question!
Homey you hatin’ cuz your flow game’s gar-bage?
I got a question!
Homey you hatin’ cuz my flow game’s flaw-less?
What’s the answer?
I don’t take shots at no-name artists!
I got a hundred styles plus every one of them is bonkers!
“Freedom’s back!” the crowd screamed. “Freedom’s back!”
Oh, this nigga was back and straight playing “questions and answers” with me and Quaison! The MC musta given the stage people a signal because when Free turned toward me, the cone light swept back over on my side of the room and lit me up again. Free opened up the shooters and blasted me with his big gun.
I got a question!
Miss, you cryin’ cuz your boy won’t accept you back?
I got a question!
Miss, you cryin’ cause you just miss where the comfort at?
What’s the answer?
Bottom line, you tried to catch me in a fuckin’ trap!
But I ain’t slip in a minute, so save it for that other cat!
As the cone light swung back over to Quaison, I saw Tai run down the stage stairs, and seconds later she was sitting beside me, putting her arms around me like she was trying to comfort me. I shrugged her off. Quaison was sitting over there shook, but I’d be damned if I’d let Free make me feel like I was nothing! The light started sweeping faster as Free pointed to Quaison.
Listen homey!
Is it cuz I keep it gansta as I say I do?
And then to me.
Listen baby!
Is it cuz I don’t trust you enough to stay with you?
Then back to Quai.
Now listen homey!
Is it cuz I’m too grown to be tryna play with you?
Then to the whole damn crowd.
Cuz y’all don’t understand, I’M THE MUHFUCKIN’ MAN!
Oh, he was the man all right. He was feelin’ his damn self, and hearing the way the crowd was going crazy, they was feeling him too. I sat there with my head up, not letting no motherfuckin’ body see that I was ashamed! Free wasn’t doing nothing but fuckin’ up his own reputation because these same niggas clowning and clapping for him was gonna be talking about him when he was out there on his knees begging me to come back. But he still had a few questions for me.
I got a question!
Could it be baby you honest and you keep your word?
I got a question!
Could it be baby you lying and you just a bird?
Now what’s the answer?
Bitch, you still won’t get a penny offa what I earn!
And baby if I’m wrong, I’ll just take it as a lesson learned!
Free started going back and forth again. But now, not only was the spotlight following him, the crowd was too. It seemed like everybody in the whole goddamn joint except me, Tai, and Quaison was turning side to side with Free, clapping they hands and hollerin’, I GOT A QUESTION! at the top of their damn lungs! Free was grillin’ Quaison again and that shook little herb looked like he was tryna slouch down in his seat.
I got a question!
Is it maybe we get gravy and we goin’ hard?
I got a question!
Is it maybe you hatin’ cuz you just fallin’ off?
So what’s the answer?
If you ’bout it, I’m ’bout it, and we can spark it off!
When I sic my goonies on you, you gone wish I called them off!
Tai grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard when Free turned his fury on me full-force again, and anybody who was listening to his sick lyrics knew how bad he was fuckin’ me up. Just killing me.
I got a question!
Could it be shawty, you was down for the whole ride?
I got a question!
Could it be shawty you was stuntin’ the whole time?
Now here’s the answer.
Tho’ I give two fucks, cuz I can hold mine,
Little did you know, bitch you was sleepin’ on a goldmine!
That nigga lifted his chin and tooted his lips and made a pattooie motion at me, like he was spitting down in my face, then cut his eyes and burned the last of his gats firing on Quaison. The crowd was still with him. Going strong and shouting, “I GOT A QUESTION!” loud and clear.
I got a question!
Look my nigga, is you ridin’ or you hidin’ out?
I got a question!
Lemme know if this some shit we gotta iron out!
Here’s the answer.
Get this money and the bar, we can buy it out!
Hoes? We can fuck ’em all. Cars? We can drive ’em out!
I got a question!
You hate it how I bounced back when I took a loss?
I got a question!
You hate it how I ride tracks like a fuckin boss?
Now here’s the answer.
Violate that, you cats get ya melons tossed!
Play ya hand like a real man, and pay the fuckin’ cost!
Listen homey!
Is it cuz I keep it gansta as I say I do?
Listen baby,
Is it cuz I don’t trust you enough to stay with you? Now listen homey!
Is it cuz I’m too grown to be tryna play with you?
Cuz y’all
don’t understand, I’M THE MUH’FUCKIN’ MAN!
Chapter 22
WHAT FREE DID to me was so damn wrong!
He wouldn’t answer his cell phone and the doormen wouldn’t even let me in the lobby of the building. That nigga was a big fat fraud. If he loved Nasir the way he claimed, he woulda never been able to put Nas’s mother out in the street.
Tai said I was the one wrong for getting up on that stage with my dress all hiked up and shaking my ass like that. Ask me did I give a damn!
“Y’all ruined the whole damn event,” she complained. “All that work we put into making Free’s birthday pop-off big, and you and him both get out there and show your asses.”
I just shrugged. “He started it. Talking all that shit to me, calling me all them nasty names. He pulled them court papers out on me, so I pulled some shit out on him too.”
“Girl you looked wild as hell up on that stage, Saucy. Had that pretty dress rolled all up over your ass cheeks with your thong showing while you was talking all that nasty dick-sucking shit.” Tai shuddered. “I was too damn embarrassed. For both of you. I can’t tell you how many people are talking about it on the internet. Wendy Williams blasted your ass on the radio. Callers on the Ed Lover show were wildin’. You can catch a film clip of the whole thing over on YouTube and MySpace.com, and you can still see clips of it playing on BET too. The good thing is, people are blowing the phones up asking where they can get them some more of your tracks!”
