replayed the comment about her being rich. He rubbed his balls with a bar of soap and wondered to himself just how much money she really had.
~Liar Liar Nose On Fire
I gave Carmela the day off and Khari was at Pamela’s house. I was up early sitting on my back patio in black basketball shorts and a matching wife beater. I’d just finished my morning workout, but I still had plenty of energy left for a fight.
Angelique walked out to join me after she scoured the house looking for Khari. She’d come in at her usual hour looking a warm mess. I watched her closely as she stood over me, blocking the beautiful morning sun from my view.
“Where’s Khari?” She tapped her foot on the ground impatiently.
I grinned at her knowing that it would make her mad. I rubbed my daughter’s beautiful face as I massaged my sore bicep. I recently got a tattoo of my baby girl, which was now on display as I grinned at my pissed off baby mama.
“Don’t jus’ sit there and fuckin’ smile at me! Where is my child?!” She screamed.
“Relax, she’s with my mom.” I shook my head.
“Which one?!” She put her hand on her hip.
“Pamela.” I crossed my legs at the ankles.
“Why did you send her o ver there and why didn’t you ask me first?”
She didn’t ev en bother to take her heels off and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She definitely had one on when she left the night before though.
“I ain ’t gotta get your permission about shit, but I do have to ask you a question though.”
She huffed. “What?!”
I folded my arms across my chest and cocked my head to the side.
“How long have you been doin’ coke?”
For a second she looked dazed and I could almost see the lie forming behind her forehead.
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about? I don’t do coke.” Her dry face twisted up into a snarl.
“Is that right? You don’t do coke? So now we lie to each other, is that it? I’m talkin’ to you about this cuz I care about you. I love you and I don’t wanna see you lose your grip on the shit. I knew you might have dabbled in it a few times in your past, especially being around Biz. I don’t run the D.A.R.E program or nothin’ like that. I ain’t got a problem with a grown ass nigga takin’ a bump or two every now and then. Shit, do you, but you’re losing control.”
“Look, I’m gonna say this nice and slow cuz it seems like you have a hearing problem. I don’t do coke. Period. You’re jus’ tryin’ to flip the script on me cuz we’re beefin’ right now. You’re trying to avoid the real problem which is you and your crooked lifestyle. I think you have an addiction! You’re addicted to the fast life!”
I sat up in the chair. “Wow. I got the problem now. Gettin’ money is suddenly an issue. I didn’t hear you complaining when you was a part of my crew. You didn’t bitch and moan when you made millions living the fast life with me.” I put my hand to my chest.
She sighed angrily. “That was different and you know it. Things have changed since then. We have a baby now. On top of that we have everything we want. We have money, we have nice cars, we have this big ass house what more do you…”
I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. I have a big ass house. This is my house.” I put my hands in the air like I was signaling a field goal.
Her mouth fell open in awe. I could tell that last comment really hit her in the gut.
“Fuck you Tyce, when I moved in here it became ours nigga. Don’t pull that my my my bullshit on me. I live here too and so does my daughter!”
“Oh, you live here. Shit, I can’t tell. You’re never home. You come and go like its Hotel Tyce up in here. How long do you think I’m gonna put up with your attitude and how long do you think I’m gonna jus’ let you lie in my face? You’re a coke head!”
“Kiss my ass Tyce!” She
~Liar Liar Nose On Fire
I gave Carmela the day off and Khari was at Pamela’s house. I was up early sitting on my back patio in black basketball shorts and a matching wife beater. I’d just finished my morning workout, but I still had plenty of energy left for a fight.
Angelique walked out to join me after she scoured the house looking for Khari. She’d come in at her usual hour looking a warm mess. I watched her closely as she stood over me, blocking the beautiful morning sun from my view.
“Where’s Khari?” She tapped her foot on the ground impatiently.
I grinned at her knowing that it would make her mad. I rubbed my daughter’s beautiful face as I massaged my sore bicep. I recently got a tattoo of my baby girl, which was now on display as I grinned at my pissed off baby mama.
“Don’t jus’ sit there and fuckin’ smile at me! Where is my child?!” She screamed.
“Relax, she’s with my mom.” I shook my head.
“Which one?!” She put her hand on her hip.
“Pamela.” I crossed my legs at the ankles.
“Why did you send her o ver there and why didn’t you ask me first?”
She didn’t ev en bother to take her heels off and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She definitely had one on when she left the night before though.
“I ain ’t gotta get your permission about shit, but I do have to ask you a question though.”
She huffed. “What?!”
I folded my arms across my chest and cocked my head to the side.
“How long have you been doin’ coke?”
For a second she looked dazed and I could almost see the lie forming behind her forehead.
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about? I don’t do coke.” Her dry face twisted up into a snarl.
“Is that right? You don’t do coke? So now we lie to each other, is that it? I’m talkin’ to you about this cuz I care about you. I love you and I don’t wanna see you lose your grip on the shit. I knew you might have dabbled in it a few times in your past, especially being around Biz. I don’t run the D.A.R.E program or nothin’ like that. I ain’t got a problem with a grown ass nigga takin’ a bump or two every now and then. Shit, do you, but you’re losing control.”
“Look, I’m gonna say this nice and slow cuz it seems like you have a hearing problem. I don’t do coke. Period. You’re jus’ tryin’ to flip the script on me cuz we’re beefin’ right now. You’re trying to avoid the real problem which is you and your crooked lifestyle. I think you have an addiction! You’re addicted to the fast life!”
I sat up in the chair. “Wow. I got the problem now. Gettin’ money is suddenly an issue. I didn’t hear you complaining when you was a part of my crew. You didn’t bitch and moan when you made millions living the fast life with me.” I put my hand to my chest.
She sighed angrily. “That was different and you know it. Things have changed since then. We have a baby now. On top of that we have everything we want. We have money, we have nice cars, we have this big ass house what more do you…”
I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. I have a big ass house. This is my house.” I put my hands in the air like I was signaling a field goal.
Her mouth fell open in awe. I could tell that last comment really hit her in the gut.
“Fuck you Tyce, when I moved in here it became ours nigga. Don’t pull that my my my bullshit on me. I live here too and so does my daughter!”
“Oh, you live here. Shit, I can’t tell. You’re never home. You come and go like its Hotel Tyce up in here. How long do you think I’m gonna put up with your attitude and how long do you think I’m gonna jus’ let you lie in my face? You’re a coke head!”
“Kiss my ass Tyce!” She
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