So its 2006 and a couple months into this dream of being signed to G-Unit and I'm living in CT at the G-Unit mansion with 50, his assistant, engineer and my friend/hypeman Carnegie (R.I.P.)
I finished my album "Fastlane" in the first 2 weeks of me being there so now I was rehearsing my lines, performance, and shyt that I would need to have in cooperation with the music. (Best advice I've gotten from Fif was, to be a superstar you must have 4 qualities: Peronality, Performance, Appearance, and Material)
Sooooooo, coming up in 2 weeks I had my first performance in Orlando which was an Interscope Records showcase which featured all of the newer artists at the time, as well as other established artist that were on Interscope... It was like a talent show to see if we really had what it takes and to showoff the new ponies that had been in training at the time.....
Me and Carnegie were living the life recording music, working out, myspacing hoes, you know it was crackin.... Now there was a strict security rule at 50's mansion that we all as a team knew not to break.. NO RANDOM bytchES AT THE MANSION!!! So obviously me and my nikka Carnegie didn't wanna fukk up this situation so we abided by this rule with no problems... I had my laptop and there was WIFI in the house, so I took that time to become better acquainted with Pornhub, XNXX, Xhamster, and various other pleasure sites that were up and coming at the time....
So we were all in the studio one day and Fif went overseas for business so we had the crib to ourselves... One of Fifs assistants starts hittin up bytches on Myspace (the shady "browse" feature was a nikkas best friend ;) ) and he starts showing us all these bytches he was tryna invite over... I'm sittin there like "cmon man we cant have no pointless hoes over here my nikka, I aint tryna get caught up.. "
Him and his boy was there like, "Naw man its cool we do it all the time, yall find some bytches so we can get it poppin"
So me and Carnegie are lookin at each other like, as long as we don't call no bytches over then we are straight.. So we hit up some chicks but don't really invite them over and said we struck out..
The assistant and his boy round up a crew full of bytches for the crew and we end up having a cool little kickback/pool party at the crib and shyt goes down... (If you ever want to see how bytches get down, take them to a superstars mansion... anything goes)
So the bytches leave hella early in the morning and everything is all good at this point..... All of a sudden the assistant nikka calls me over the intercom to see him in the studio... I walk in and he hands me a Dwayne wade sidekick and says, its Fif.... I grab it and I'm like "Wuttup Fif!! Whats poppin?"
There's a loooooong pause and he goes.... "nikka are you fukkin stupid??...... You tryna get killed out here??""
Im like, "Huh, what you talking about??"
He goes, " You inviting bytches from the internet over to my house??? Really?? You're done nikka, you goin home.. You aint ready for this shyt... (CLICK!!).."
The nikka hung up in my face my nikkasssss!! Heart dropppped and I'm heeeeeeeeeated..
I go to the assistant nikka like yo wut the fukk nikka?? What you say to this nikka!!
Now I could tell this cat was shady from the jump and didnt really fukk with me cus I was a west coast nikka who was gettin hellla attention from his boss, so it seemed fishy...
He was like.. "nikka you shouldn't have invited bytches over... Im getting you and Carnegies plane tickets booked now..."
COLI NIGGGAAAAAAAAAS!!! WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS READY TO RIP THIS nikkaS HEAD OFF AND SPIT DOWN HIS NECK!!!! I'M GETTIN HEATDDDD TYPIN THIS shytTT RIGHT NOW WOWWFDDFDFDFDFDF I WAS ON FIRE!! (<---------- Ima keep those typos) If my mom wouldn't have ever whooped me in life, I woulda murdered that nikka dead ass... all jokes aside....
Im like "What??? You and that other nikka invited them bytches over nikka!!!" You fukkin with me right now???"
He just dipped and went upstairs... I felt like I was about to turn into a fukkin Werewolf and eat this nikkas soul off, but I had to compose myself.. I tell Carnegie the news and now it was time to get out of this sticky situation....... (To be continued........)
P.s. We were still negotiating the recording contract so nothing is signed at this point... soooooooo he could send me home and I'd be a wrap......... yeah I'll finish this later, I gotta mix this record....