an older cat who my pops used to serve. The thing was, he acted like he was my age. His name was really John, but he was an OG, so he adopted the Gotti part.
Although I’d done the same thing time and time again, I was always reluctant to get out of my car and go to a nigga’s door. It wasn’t because I feared any man, but clients were more of a threat than the police. The thing was, any kind of exchange of money could go south. Shit was often unpredictable and I could never know what a nigga was planning. Still, I’d been dealing with John long enough to trust him at least 50 percent. It was hard as hell to fully trust anybody when it came to drugs and money.
When I got inside he pounded me up and we made the exchange of weed and cash. I made sure that it was all there before heading back to my car. My phone rang and I noticed that it was Sen. I hadn’t seen her in a couple days, but we’d talked off and on. It felt like my obligation to make sure that she was okay. She’d been doing a good job of keeping Trell at bay, but when I answered the phone she sounded frantic.
“I gotta see you,” she said quickly. Her voice was laced with panic, but she was trying to hide it.
“Where you at?” I asked as I got behind the wheel and started the car up.
“On my way somewhere. I want you to meet me there so I’m gonna text you the address.” Just like that she hung up.
As soon as the call ended my phone rang again. That time it was Dame.
“Yo.”
“Sup mane? What’s the word on that?”
“Ah shit man, not right now. I got something I gotta do.” My mind was on Jasenia and what she needed to see me for. I had a feeling that things were really about to go left with her so called man.
“What? Nigga, you sound stupid as fuck! What is there to do other than make money?”
“I’m stupid nigga? Never. I won’t even say what the fuck I think about you right now while you on this bullshit. When it comes to money I’m good a’ight. Don’t worry ‘bout my pockets mufucka. I told you I was gon’ think about it. Well, I thought about it and I ain’t dealin’ wit’ no new niggas. Tell them they gotta find somebody else to get that shit from.”
Dame sighed like he was getting frustrated with me. “Talk to Mendosa for me man. See if he’ll…”
“You already know he ain’t fuckin’ wit’ that lil’ shit nigga. C’mon now. Them niggas only want ten. He don’t fuck wit’ nothin’ less than twenty unless it’s me. Like I said, they gotta find somebody else.”
“You a lame ass nigga yo. Straight the fuck up. For real. Now I’m gon’ look like I don’t make moves like I say I do. I told them niggas I was gon’ hook them up wit’ something and you on that bullshit. Niggas gon’ think…”
“Shut the fuck up Dame. You always worryin’ ‘bout what other niggas gon’ say. Be your own man nigga. Like I said, I been doin’ shit like I been doin’ shit and I ain’t locked up, I’m above ground and I’m gettin’ money my nigga. I got something to do. If them niggas trust you enough to give you the funds and I just fuck wit’ you that’s G, but I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ them cats. I’on know them.”
“A’ight man, damn,” he said finally letting that shit go.
I figured they wouldn’t be kosher with that, but if so, I was down.
“I’ll hit you up later.” I ended the call and shook my head.
Who the fuck did that nigga think he was running anyway? I needed him to help me come up with a way to get that nigga Trell, but lately he’d been on some other shit. It wasn’t even like I could really talk about some serious shit with him. All he wanted to do was bark orders like I was part of his damn flunky crew. Like I needed him to make my ends. That nigga needed me.
After feeling pissed off for a few more minutes I
Although I’d done the same thing time and time again, I was always reluctant to get out of my car and go to a nigga’s door. It wasn’t because I feared any man, but clients were more of a threat than the police. The thing was, any kind of exchange of money could go south. Shit was often unpredictable and I could never know what a nigga was planning. Still, I’d been dealing with John long enough to trust him at least 50 percent. It was hard as hell to fully trust anybody when it came to drugs and money.
When I got inside he pounded me up and we made the exchange of weed and cash. I made sure that it was all there before heading back to my car. My phone rang and I noticed that it was Sen. I hadn’t seen her in a couple days, but we’d talked off and on. It felt like my obligation to make sure that she was okay. She’d been doing a good job of keeping Trell at bay, but when I answered the phone she sounded frantic.
“I gotta see you,” she said quickly. Her voice was laced with panic, but she was trying to hide it.
“Where you at?” I asked as I got behind the wheel and started the car up.
“On my way somewhere. I want you to meet me there so I’m gonna text you the address.” Just like that she hung up.
As soon as the call ended my phone rang again. That time it was Dame.
“Yo.”
“Sup mane? What’s the word on that?”
“Ah shit man, not right now. I got something I gotta do.” My mind was on Jasenia and what she needed to see me for. I had a feeling that things were really about to go left with her so called man.
“What? Nigga, you sound stupid as fuck! What is there to do other than make money?”
“I’m stupid nigga? Never. I won’t even say what the fuck I think about you right now while you on this bullshit. When it comes to money I’m good a’ight. Don’t worry ‘bout my pockets mufucka. I told you I was gon’ think about it. Well, I thought about it and I ain’t dealin’ wit’ no new niggas. Tell them they gotta find somebody else to get that shit from.”
Dame sighed like he was getting frustrated with me. “Talk to Mendosa for me man. See if he’ll…”
“You already know he ain’t fuckin’ wit’ that lil’ shit nigga. C’mon now. Them niggas only want ten. He don’t fuck wit’ nothin’ less than twenty unless it’s me. Like I said, they gotta find somebody else.”
“You a lame ass nigga yo. Straight the fuck up. For real. Now I’m gon’ look like I don’t make moves like I say I do. I told them niggas I was gon’ hook them up wit’ something and you on that bullshit. Niggas gon’ think…”
“Shut the fuck up Dame. You always worryin’ ‘bout what other niggas gon’ say. Be your own man nigga. Like I said, I been doin’ shit like I been doin’ shit and I ain’t locked up, I’m above ground and I’m gettin’ money my nigga. I got something to do. If them niggas trust you enough to give you the funds and I just fuck wit’ you that’s G, but I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ them cats. I’on know them.”
“A’ight man, damn,” he said finally letting that shit go.
I figured they wouldn’t be kosher with that, but if so, I was down.
“I’ll hit you up later.” I ended the call and shook my head.
Who the fuck did that nigga think he was running anyway? I needed him to help me come up with a way to get that nigga Trell, but lately he’d been on some other shit. It wasn’t even like I could really talk about some serious shit with him. All he wanted to do was bark orders like I was part of his damn flunky crew. Like I needed him to make my ends. That nigga needed me.
After feeling pissed off for a few more minutes I
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