Queen of the City 3: The Life of a Female Rapper, page 5
As Malley and I got closer, some of the chicks in the group started showing their jealousy. From what I heard, Quandra said that most of the new girls that came in got fucked as a part of their initiation. She said when I first came in Malley wanted to but for some reason, she didn’t go through with it. I remembered that time like it just happened a few days ago. The other chicks didn’t like the fact that I was being favored out of everyone, but they couldn’t do shit about it. Malley would have beat the shit out of them, killed them, or just got rid of them some other way. If she didn’t do it, I would have. It was odd though because she wasn’t as ruthless as Nas, but suddenly I felt that we were developing the same sort of relationship, except this time, I wasn’t behind anyone. I was becoming the forefront of the operation, and I didn’t want anything else.
I parked in the same spot I did when I first arrived at the apartment complex. A few guys were gathered around a truck, talking with each other as I watched them from a short distance. They all had locked hair, jeans, and v-neck white t-shirts on as they puffed and blew smoke into the air. I immediately thought about Nas as I observed them from my seat. Physically, I couldn’t tell them apart from the dope boys that he had hustling out on the corners. They laughed with each other, chrome pistols glimmering under the streetlight whenever their positions exposed it on their waists. From what I heard, Nas was still in prison and the charges he went in on were building. I didn’t know how much of what I heard was true, but I knew he was still in there. I got out of the car as the guys suddenly turned to look at me. “Daamn,” one of them yelled out as I headed to the apartment. Just then, the same one that yelled out walked over to me.
“Whassup, Lil’ Mama?”
“Nothing.”
I kept walking, but he was persistent,
“Can I talk to you?”
“You already are.”
“I’m sayin’, though, can you stop for a minute so I can talk to you?”
“I got somewhere to be.”
He reached out and grabbed my arm, but I jerked away from him,
“Don’t touch me, aight?”
A straight-faced glare blazed from his eyes. I could tell he didn’t have the patience, but neither did I.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I don’t need you puttin’ yo’ hands on me, that’s what’s wrong with me.”
The guys he stood around with began walking over in our direction as he gave me a disturbing smile,
“Look, I can tell you’re not from around here but around here, bitches don’t talk any kind of way to me.”
“And, nigga? Who are you?”
He laughed, then reached down and smacked my ass. In turn, I balled my fist and jabbed him in his mouth. I heard two guns load bullets into their chambers, and as soon as I looked over, they were aimed right at me. The guy I jabbed in the mouth spit out a little blood onto the cement and turned to look at me. Just as he approached, Malley yelled from the top of the stairs, “Deeko, back the fuck up,” she said, leaning over the banister. Deeko looked up to her and said,
“Nah, Malley, you need to control this bitch. She apparently doesn't know how shit goes around here.”
“Whatever way you think it's going with me, it’s not. So you can chill all that bullshit.”
Malley came down the stairs and stood between us, “Deeko, take ya’ ass on,” she said, daring him to step any closer. “We’ll take care of this shit later,” he replied as he turned and left, his guys following along with him. Malley turned back to me, “I can handle myself,” I said, peering back at her while keeping Deeko in my line of sight. “I know you can, but that’s not the point here. Come on, I’ll talk to you a little more inside.”
We walked into the apartment as a few women loaded clips into pistols and placed them on the tables they were sitting at. They were all dressed in skimpy clothing with makeup flawlessly painted on their faces. A few of them acknowledged me as Malley took me to the back room and shut the door. “Deeko is security,” she explained, “and he is paid with pussy.” I folded my arms and leaned against the dresser.
“So, you fuck that nigga for his protection?”
“Me? Hell naw. I don’t fuck with niggas no more. It’s bitches here that we kick a lil’ dust, and whenever they want to fuck, we send one of them out.”
“So, you’re their pimp?”
She laughed, “Shit, I didn’t even think about it until now. I guess I am. But anyways, he just thought you were a new girl because his fool ass has been begging for some new pussy and I told him I would get him some.”
“He had the wrong one.”
She walked closer to me, brushing her breasts against mine, “Absolutely. He had the wrong fucking one.”
She licked her lips and ran her finger from my shoulder to the middle of my arm. I wasn’t even uncomfortable with her doing it. In fact, I was beginning to welcome it, and I don’t even know how or why. Maybe it was because with the last two men I was with one ended up getting murdered and the other turned out to be everything I thought he wasn’t. It could have been the fact that I’d been around so many guys, and I knew that most of them were full of shit. Whatever it was, I didn’t feel it with Malley, and she could tell. She moved in closer and kissed me on my lips and gripped a handful of my ass with her hand. I smiled, and suddenly, the door burst open. Quandra just stood there as Malley switched her attention to her,
“Damn, Quandra, don’t you know how to knock?”
“My bad, Malley. I was just letting you know that the niggas are at the spot. They ready for us. What up, Lyric?”
“Shit.”
“Aight, well y’all get ready to ride out then. I’ll be out there in a minute.”
Quandra closed the door, and Malley walked over to the drawer and pulled out two pistols. She extended one towards me but I said, “Nah, I’m good.” She looked confused, “You good? Yeah, I know you’re good, but this is just in case.” I reached into my purse and pulled out an all-black .357. Her eyes widened, “Damn. Ok, I see you, Miss Lyric,” she said, sliding one of the pistols back in the drawer. “You are definitely ready. Let’s go,” she said, walking out of the room before me. The front room was clear when we walked out and headed down to the truck. I saw Deeko standing back in the same spot he and his boys stood when I pulled up. He glared at me, and I returned it right back to him; I don’t know who he thought I was, but I had a feeling he was going to find soon out.
We pulled up to a hotel on the outskirts of downtown Rockwall. It was away from the regular hustle and bustle of the small city as the darkness loomed in the skies above us. It was six women, including Malley and me, and we were all dressed in the appropriate attire. Tight clothing, short skirts, and skimpy tops but everything was concealed under long, trench coats. Malley gathered us all together to give a rundown of how everything was going to go,
“Listen. We got to dance for a little bit and get them niggas nice and hard. Now, if you fuck or you want to fuck, then give the sign, and we will hold off. If nobody gives the sign, then I’ll move in on them when the time is right. Anybody got any shit they wanna say? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” She glanced around the small circle, and there were no objections. “Aight,” she said, “let’s go.”
The men were waiting for us in their room on the fourth floor. There were three of them, one overweight and anxious to see us, the other two were slim with short haircuts. The overweight man sat on the bed while the other two positioned themselves near the lone desk that sat in the cheap hotel room. I looked around, knowing that I would never set foot in a place like this on my own, let alone lay down on the bed. The carpet was stained and had begun to roll up from the corners. The walls were dingy and decorated with different types of odd-colored markings, looking as if something had exploded in the room. “It’s about time y’all showed up,” the obese man said as he scooted forward onto the bed, “y’all was supposed to be here an hour ago.” Malley walked towards him, bending down as her titties swayed back and forth right in his face, “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I guarantee you that good things come to those who wait,” she ran her finger across his chest, “and I will definitely have a surprise for you before it is all said and done.” An annoying smile bolted across his face, and his slightly put-out attitude suddenly shifted into joy.
Malley stood up and winked towards us and two by two the girls went into the bathroom to get ready. As they went in, the other girls entertained the men, flirting with them and caressing every part of their bodies to get them willing to be finessed. It was a rush to watch it all unfolding before my eyes, to know that one side of the room is expecting one thing, but the other end of the room was going to give them the exact opposite. Malley walked over to me and whispered into my ear, “Just sit back and watch this shit. This is why I don't fuck with niggas anymore, they are so fucking stupid,” she said, winking at me. She turned back around just as two girls stepped out of the bathroom with nothing on but their bras and a g-string. They clapped their asses together almost in sync as they switched places with two of the other women. Before I knew it, they were all barely clothed and ready to entertain. One of the men looked over at me, “Why she ain’t getting dressed? I wanna see her ass, too,” he said, demanding that I participate. Malley began to speak, but I stopped her, “Nah, it's cool,” I stated with a smile, “I’ll give him what he wants.”
I went to the bathroom and stripped down naked, leaving nothing on except the coat I wore into the hotel. When I came outside, the girls had already begun going to work with the music on in the background. It wasn’t loud enough to attract attention, but it was at a volume just right for the room. Malley mounted the overweight man and ground slowly on him in a reverse cowgirl position, clapping her ass as he smacked dollar bills onto her behind. “Nah, nigga,” one of the girls said, “we don’t fuck with one dollar bills. Y’all said y’all were some ballers, drop the twenties or we are gone.” The men quickly pulled rolls of money out of their pockets and with that, the women began dancing again. I walked over to the man that demanded my attention and straddled him as he sat in the desk chair. “You wanted me,” I whispered to him, his gold-toothed grill exposed as he smiled back at me. “Hell yeah,” he said, clutching my ass in both of his hands. I smiled, “Alright. I’m here, so what do you want to do?” I asked, reaching down to unbuckle his pants as he tossed the twenties at me. “Let me slide it in,” he replied, silently begging me with his eyes. I reached down and pulled his dick out of his pants once I loosened his belt. He grinned. “Hell yeah,” he said, tossing more twenties at me.
I glanced over at Malley as she made a gun signal with her hand. I figured that was the sign because two of the women went towards the bags. With that, I got up off of him, his dick still exposed for everyone to see. Malley walked to her purse and pulled out her pistol. When she cocked it, she spun around and immediately the pleasuring smile that was on her face was replaced with a heartless scowl. She aimed the pistol directly at the man she was on top of a minute ago, “Where is the rest of it!?” she demanded. The fat man laughed, “Oh shit, you’ve gotta be fuckin’ shittin’ me!” The two other men tried to pull their pants up, but three more pistols were pointed in their direction, and they froze in place, their once erect penises immediately lost the firmness. “Nah, this ain’t no game. Now where the fuck is it!?” The man I was on top of yelled out, “Fuck this shit, bitch. I ain’t givin’ y’all shit. Y’all gon’ have to kill me first.” I walked over to my purse and grabbed my pistol. “Shit, you strapped, too?” he said as I walked back over to him. Suddenly, I lifted the gun into the air and cracked him in the face with it as hard as I could. “Nah, nigga. We won’t kill you. We’ll make sure you feel as much pain as fuckin’ possible before we would even think about killin’ you. Now, you wanna tell us where the bread is, or are you trying to get smacked again?” He gripped the side of his face as blood began to trickle from his eyebrow. “Pete,” he said, writhing in pain, “just give them the shit, nigga. Fuck!” I smiled and leaned in towards him, “You should be careful what you ask for.”
“That’s a good idea… Pete,” Malley said with a smile on her face, “you should take ya man’s advice. We want all the shit. Cell phones, money, jewelry. All of it! And hurry up!” Pete slowly walked over to a black bag in the closet, glancing back and forth at the guns as if he was sizing up the collateral damage if he made a move. Three guns were pointed directly at him as he moved. “If you feel like being a hero, go ahead. Smith and Wesson will end all that shit in a hurry,” one of the girls said, causing him to think twice about whatever was going through his mind.
With that, he sighed and reached for the bag inside the closet and tossed it to Malley. Malley pulled it open and sifted through it. She smiled as if she was pleased with the turnout. “Alright ladies,” she said, “We can roll.” We grabbed our things, making sure to take away their jewelry and cell phones before we left. I was surprised when they didn’t come out the room after us. They didn’t seem like the type that would try to retaliate or anything, but as I rode back with Malley in the car, I couldn’t help but see the holes in this operation. I knew how to come in and make things run smoother. All it would have taken is one slip up, and those niggas could have killed one or two of us before we even had the chance to get out.
Malley sped away while the other car followed behind her. “Shit, we got at least 25 stacks. I told them to bring that, and we would dance and fuck all night,” she said, laughing to herself. I remained quiet as she peered over at me and said,
“Lyric? I said 25 stacks.”
“I heard you.”
“That shit don’t excite you?”
“I mean, I’ve held 25 stacks before, so it’s really nothing new to me right now. I was just thinking about some other shit.”
“What other shit?”
“How you can make this thing run a lot smoother. Like, I think the niggas should be tied up, for one. They could have had pistols hidden anywhere in that room and got to it, maybe even got a couple shots off before we could. I mean, that’s just something that needs to be fixed because these bitches might mess around and get shot.”
“Oh?” she said, looking at me as if I offended her. “You got anything else to say?”
“Yeah. One of those bitches weren’t ready for that shit. I could see it in her eyes, and if she had to pull the trigger, she would have frozen up. I knew it when I saw her pull out. You can just tell certain shit about people sometimes.”
“Who?”
“The bitch that had the pink shit on.”
“Aight,” she said, looking into the rearview mirror, “I had a feeling about her, but I just wasn’t sure. She told me she was straight, so I left her alone.”
“She ain’t straight at all. She’s going to fuck around and get somebody killed in the end. She ain’t ready for this shit.”
The car ride back to the apartment was quiet. I wasn’t sure if she was taking what I said with a grain of salt or if I was just altogether pissing her off. I knew I could help, though; it was like I was born to do this kind of shit. Finessing niggas like this never crossed my mind though and if I had, I would’ve been the bitch that Malley thought she was. Not only that, I would be better at it. Without a shadow of a doubt.
Chapter 8
It didn’t take long for me to come in and help the operation flow smoother. I told them that we needed to hit a few spots in the city and then lay low for a while. When we went in, we had to look completely different from what we usually looked like. Weave, short haircuts, makeup and everything else had to be different. All of that shit could make a female so indistinguishable from one day to the next that it would be nearly impossible to identify her. That’s what we had to do, and I was surprised that they hadn’t thought of it in the beginning. They usually hopped from city to city, finessing niggas that way but I didn’t have time to travel all around like that. I had a son that I had to keep an eye on and a baby daddy that I felt wanted both of us dead, and the moment he got the opportunity he was going to take advantage of it. I didn’t want that to happen, so I knew I had to stay as close as I could. The money was rolling in hand over hand. We usually did the shit late night, so whenever I left the house, I knew Stacey would be curious about it all, but thankfully she never said anything. She gave me a strange look all the time but she still respected me as an adult, and I appreciated it. I knew that if Big Mama was here, she would be all up my ass with questions about where I was headed, especially since Prince was getting bigger. I laughed as I heard her threats echo inside my mind.
I got to Malley’s spot later that night. Deeko was outside as soon as I parked and ever since the first night that we bumped heads, he didn’t say anything to me at all. He peered at me with a cold, hard look on his face but I glared at him the same way. The pistols I took from Malley’s spot were always around me, and I didn’t have a problem pulling out on him. As a matter a fact, I’m pretty sure that between us, I would have been the first one to fire shots.
There were only a handful of chicks inside when I walked through the door. Quandra was directing a couple new faces on what to do and where to go once we got inside. “Whassup, Lyric,” she said while the other chicks looked in my direction.
“Hey, Quandra. New people?”
“Hell yeah. They ready, though.”
I scanned through them, and my eyes locked when they landed on one girl in particular. I walked over to her and yanked her up by the arm, “What the fuck you doing here, Alisha?” She laughed and pulled her arm out of my grasp, “I was wondering if you were going to recognize me. I’m here the same reason you are. I’m tryna get paid, and a bitch as thick as I am? Shit, this is EASY money, Lyric. You ain’t the only one with a fat ass and nice titties.” Quandra walked up to us, smiling, “She bad, ain’t she? These old, crusty ass niggas love them young hoes. They’re ready to fucking give them everything they got, especially this one. This hoe right here actually sucked a nigga’s dick so good that we tied the nigga up and robbed him and he didn’t even realize the shit was happening until she stopped.” Alisha smiled, proud of what her work as Quandra continued, “She is a fuckin’ star in the making.”
