Backstage: Street Chronicles by Nikki Turner Read Free Book Online

asked.
    “Just glad we got some work.” I tossed a pillow at him as hard as I could.
    “Why you throw that at me?”
    “Since you doing all that pillowtalking I thought you would tell me everything I needed to know.”
    He stood up.
    “Or do I have to have your dick in my mouth for you to breach our trust? Fuck the shit out of you, and while you sleep, go get a copy of the key to the laundromat. Silly mu’fucka! How could you tell her our business?”
    “It wasn’t even like that, Yummie.”
    “Then how was it?”
    He shook his head no. “She kept talking about what the next man saying about me, how they got this and that. I just got tired of hearing it. So I cut it short by talking big-boy shit. I told her if I cut their water they’ll die of thirst.”
    “So you told her you supplying them?”
    “In so many words, yeah.”
    “You told her how we getting our shit? Ziggy, what’s big-boy about that? That wasn’t cool. I didn’t like it and neither did Wes.”
    “He ain’t shit! What he got to do with it?”
    “I got a lot to do with it, Mr. Lover Boy. Did you forget to tell her that?” Wes entered the room with It Number One and It Number Two.
    “Man, I don’t want no problem.”
    “Oh, we got a problem.”
    “You going to do me like that, Yummie? That’s your get down?”
    “You need to be asking yourself that. Is that how you get down? I’m a bitch and I don’t even get down like that.”
    It Number One and It Number Two started putting on their gloves. “That’s fucked up, Yummie!” Ziggy screamed.
    “No! You fucked up! You can’t turn this on me. I’m so fucked up, but because of me you just gonna get your ass whipped insteadof killed. Fucked up would be me sitting here watching you get your ass whipped. I can’t ‘cause I’m gonna want to help you.”
    I got up and shut the door. I wanted to cry. No matter how hard I tried to hold back, a tear fell from my eye. “Where my sunglasses at?”
    The streets were calling. I had five soldiers remaining. I had to get my hands dirty whether I liked it or not. Ziggy was supposed to be right here with his mouth wired up so we could keep this shit pushing. They promised they wouldn’t kill him. How you beat someone to death?
    “He didn’t serve a purpose,” is all Wes would say.
    This nigga think he God?
How are you the one to determine that?
“He was too valuable to be off the team.” No matter how strongly I felt about it, I didn’t bother going into a debate with Wes.
    “Yummie, if it makes you feel any better, he didn’t want to be here on this Earth.”
    “He told you that?” I asked, sounding naïve.
    “He didn’t fight for his life. He’s gone on home.”
    Home?
    I went to the studio to take my mind off everything that was going on. I just wanted to release it all.
    Imagine getting some head from a bitch that is so vicious
Deep throat’n, don’t choke, said the dick’s delicious
Get malicious in conversation and forget about
Where u at and all da shit that came outta your mouth
Pillow talks a mu’fucka it turns niggas to bitches
Never knowing that how you do it is far worse than the
   open snitches
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    While the producer mixed down the track, it sounded like all my phones were going off at the same time.
    “You can’t put them on vibrate?”
    “Nah.” I felt like an operator for a shopping network. It wasn’t the same person yet they had the same story. They were all complaining that the work was bad.
    “Bad? Is something coming back when you cook it?”
    The producer looked at me. I had forgotten my whereabouts. I’m so used to being in here by myself. Bad habit. I went into the other room.
    “Yeah. But I’m losing a zip off each nine-uh.”
    He’s losing an ounce off each quarter bird. Nine ounces in a quarter bird. Nevermind. “Just let me know your losses and call me back.”
    I called Wes and informed him of what was going on. “That shit wasn’t bad. I got some of the same shit right here. Nobody