I was like a different person back then. Women were just like property to me. I don't feel that way anymore.
I had a bytch tell me that she left some clothes at her homegirl's house. It turns out that her ex man lived there and she was trying to let him fukk for free. Hell no. bytch, I drove you here. I at least need that gas money. No free nuts...sell that ass, honey. This whore was a livewire, though. Instead of getting her shyt, she just got into it with the dude because I shut down his dikk.
sorry, brother. it takes ducats to fukk it.
I would have intervened but I was getting domed up in the nikka's kitchen by this chick I had just added to the roster a week prior. The bytch in the argument could hold her own, so I thought nothing of her getting into an altercation. I make my deposit and then head out of the apartment to go get some food for the whores to cook over the weekend. The bottom bytch is yellin at homeboy as I hop in the whip with my new bytch and I tell her hop in. As she gets in my car, homie hops in his and just barely hits my car so now my tail light is fukked up.
This was a 2004 kia. Vintage Optima. I wasn't about to let that shyt slide so I chase that nikka through town, obeying all traffic signals, not giving a fukk if he was a crip. I gave him the spiel about how his bytch chose me and made him cough up some dough for the light, all without throwing hands. In hindsight, I could probably pimp nikkas if I was still in the game. Have them selling that sweet boy p*ssy right outside that shady chinese joint on the strip. You know which one I'm talking about. "Super Great Wall". It used to be the "Take a Wok" in the '80s. Those nikkas are always having a grand opening. I thought shyt was over but my bytches went in the store. You won't even believe what happened next.
These bytches came out of the store with some chicken. These bytches KNOW I'm a vegetarian. On top of that, the bottom bytch got decaf. You can't sell no ass efficiently with decaf. I left her and the coffee right there in the street, turned up MJ's "Man In The Mirror" all the way (and that shyt knocks in a optima
) and took my new ho back to the trap. I fukked her with a ribbed condom, screamed on the bottom bytch when she finally got back, and then had one of my nikkas smack her up for me.
I apologized and told her I loved her. We did blow all night and shot a lesbian porno in an abandoned building the next evening. It was pretty hot stuff.
But I don't do that stuff anymore. I'm more about education and a nice glass of tempernillo.
