Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) by Aleta Williams Page A

ugly nigga. Yay thought. She then gave him a fake smile. Her smile became real when she noticed the famous, Suge Knight, the founder and CEO of Black Kapital Records and co-founder and former CEO of Death Row Records. He was standing by the waterfall talking with another dude that looked like money.
     
    "Bitch, that's Suge?" Yay questioned.
     
    "Sure is. Come on."
     
    Paris grabbed her by the hand and they headed toward Suge’s direction.
     
    Yay’s mission was delayed when she was pulled back by someone;
     
    "What you doing in my hood?" The dude asked.
     
    Yay was ready to snap on the fool until she looked up at him and noticed it was Wack.
     
    "Boy, get your hands off me."
     
    "You better watch your mouth. Call me Wack or Daddy. Keep boy out cha mouth when you talking to me."
     
    "Delicious. You know him?
     
    "P did a double take.
     
    "Ain't that White-Girl’s dude? Pimp?"
     
    Wack mean mugged Paris for about 30 seconds before she turned her head.
     
    "Don't be looking at her like that." Yay said with a fake attitude.
     
    "Wack pulled Yay into his arms and began rubbing on her ass.
     
    "Excuse you." Yay tried to move his hands.
     
    "You know you like that, now stop playing." Wack told her. "I need to talk to you about something. You wanna make some money?"
     
    "Delicious, you straight?" Paris asked.
     
    She could tell Yay was feeling the nigga. Not just by the way she was unsuccessful with acting like she didn't like him. Shit, Yay talked about how she'll snatch him up from his white bitch whenever he came to the club, but she had to ask.
     
    "Gone and do you." Wack told Paris. When Yay didn't say nothing, Paris walked off cursing to herself because she missed Suge.
     
     
     
    Part 2
     
     
     
                                             Chapter 9
     
    "Yay-Yay"
     
    It's been two weeks since I ran into Wack at the party over in
     
    Compton. Tell me why am I feeling this dude and he knows it? Ugh.... I can't stand him, but I am so into him, I mean, the way he walks, he has that cool ass gangster swag. And that “I ain't to be fucked with” disposition just puts the icing on the cake. I like the way he takes control over everything. He say shit like, “Aye, Delicious, put some fly shit on and come scoop a nigga. I wanna show you off.” Before I can even contest, he finalizes it with, “Be here in an hour. If you are going to be late then don't bother to come!” Like, damn nigga. Like that? If I did have the guts to say something like that he would be like, “yup like that.” Oh and don' t let me be talking shit. Y'all know I have a smart mouth. Wack do not play that. He will check my ass in a heartbeat. His favorite line, well one that he uses often is, “watch your muthafucking mouth, before I pop you in it.” I know he ain’t going to do shit. I be damn if I let a nigga hit on me, but I do shut up because I don’t feel like hearing his mouth. That nigga is too much, that’s why I can see how he would have a weak bitch’s mind. That whit girl from the club he fuck with, she ain't nothing to him, but trailer park trash. He took her in when she moved down to L.A., she didn't have a place to go. He claimed his homeboy introduced them. He did admit although she is not his girl, and neither am I, that he did fuck the bitch from time to time. What nigga wouldn’t? She ain't ugly. Plus, it’s easy access; she does live with him. He said that he don’t be fucking her like that because her hustle was not only stripping but fucking for money.  I knew she was a ho. I asked him if she sells pussy why don’t she have her own spot. And if she wasn’t his girl why was he picking her up and dropping her off at the club.
     
    “ I really ain't tripping off her getting her own place. Shit she pay to stay here. If she move, she move, I ain't tripping off that either. I pick her up and drop her off because she don't have a car and she can't drive. Plus, she