March 14, 1995
San Quentin State Prison

"You're watching KTLA News, home of celebrity news and gossip. The leading story in Hollywood is that one of the pioneers of gangsta rap and leader of the rap group N.W.A, has revealed his scheduled execution date which is March 26, 1995."

"Eazy-E also known as Eric Wright, was charged with first degree murder back in 1992. The rapper was sentenced to death by lethal injection. His execution date is only twelve days away. The rapper has received more than seven thousand calls."

"I can't. I-I can't do this," Tomica muttered while shaking her head.

"Just let me make this right, please."

"I just can't do this Eric. Not here, not now."

"You need to marry me, because I'm not gonna make it through. I want you in charge of everything. My estate, my music, record label, everything."

"I'm sorry wait what? Eric how are we gonna get married? And where? I don't want this... I just want you to come home. That's all I want, more than anything. I am sick and tired of visiting you in prison."

"Do you love me?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Alright, well do this for me. Marry me, please. I don't have long and I want to spend my last few days on Earth as your husband."

A tear fell from her left eye. "Okay. But I just... I just want you to know that I love you and I don't want n-none of this. I don't want anything I just, I just w-want you to be here."

She had a hard time speaking and pronouncing her words. As soon as she began to cry and covered her face in her hands, I felt my eyes watering as well.

"Marry me. I love you," I said while our hands intertwined. I'm not supposed to touch her in any way but I don't give a damn at this point.

I've already arranged for us to get married. So
I called in a few favors. My parents are here as well as a preacher. The guards approved it as well.

"Stop crying baby. Everything's gonna be alright."

And at that moment, I felt another tear fall from my eye. I'm trying to stay strong but the more she's breaking down, the more I want to break down.

I held on to her hands tight and encouraged her to open her eyes but she didn't.

"Tomica. Baby I need you to stop crying right now. I love you, I've always loved you. No matter what I've said and done to you in the past, I will always love you. Do you hear me?"

She slightly opened her eyes and nodded.

"I love you too."

"I'm sorry. I know I sound like a broken record but I need to get this shit off of my chest. I'm so, so sorry for all of the negative shit I brought on into your life. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes. I forgive you."

I smiled back and leaned in to give her a kiss. She looked away and wiped her tears. Seconds later, my parents and the preacher approached us.

"Before we do this, I want us to think about all of the good times we had together. What's your favorite memory of our relationship?"

"W-well," she laughed "I remember when I found out that you and Casual are the same person. And when you taught me how to drive and I returned the favor by teaching you how to slow dance."

"Those are your favorite memories? Hell I remember when you was making my ass work for yo ass. A nigga was literally stalking you, just to get you to talk to me."

"Are we ready?" the preacher asked with a bible in his hand. Basically interrupting our conversation.

"Yeah," I said, annoyed.

"Alright let's do this.... Tomica Woods, do you take Eric Wright to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

March 26, 1995
00:15:01

The warden approached my cell, and told me to follow him to the death chamber. I stood up and headed towards the door, with two guards shielding the front of me while two other guards are shielding the back of me.

On my way to the death chamber, I kept having frequent flashbacks of the day I was sentenced to death row.

"Eric Lynn Wright. For your crime against the people of this city, and of this great country... this court hereby sentences you capital punishment."

00:14:59

As soon as I stepped into the death chamber, the first thing I noticed was the gurney. And that walk... felt like a long walk even for the guards.

They encouraged me to lay down while they strapped me. My heart is beating extremely too fast, simply because I'm going to die.

The warden says it's time for me to make my last and final statement.

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City National Bank
Los Angeles, CA 1990

"This is a robbery, and I want this to be a clean job. So when we go in there we're gonna do what we gotta do and we're not gonna hurt anybody okay?"

"Aye Casual, we gonna pull this off and this is not a robbery it's a heist," said Scooter.

"Aight let's do this. Remember, nobody's gonna get hurt," I stated.

I clocked my gun and made sure my hands are covered with black gloves. Scooter planned the entire robbery or heist because he's sort of a genius when it comes to this shit.

Lucky gently knocked on the door, then someone answers.

"We is closed," he said after unlocking the door. But as soon as he spotted us armed with guns and flagging blue bandanas, he backed up.

"Oh shit!" he yelled.

We let ourselves in while the few people who are inside ran for cover.

"Relax, take it easy. Nobody move nobody get hurt," I said while aiming my gun.

"Put the money in the bag and lay your ass the fuck down!" Lucky yelled at one of the victims.

Scooter began searching while Lucky and I continued to hold everyone hostage.

"Where the hundids? Where the hundids?" he asked.

"What you got over there Scooter?"

He continued to search. "Shit some fucking ones, some fucking fives. They aint got shit. What the fuck? They a big ass bank but broke as fuck?!"

"Then check the vault," I said.

"Aye you make one move and I'm gonna blow your head off," he threatened the manager while heading towards the back.

"Where the big bills?" I asked.

Lucky's victim began to stuff our duffle bags with the money from her drawer. Then I decided to search the nearest closet but all I found was folders of paperwork.

"Aye Casual she packing hundids," said Lucky.

Scooter comes out of nowhere and begins to go overboard, which is something he always do. He takes this shit a little too serious.

"See now I'm trying real hard to be nice to you motherfuckers but y'all testing my patience! You're pissing my black ass off. Now where's the rest of the fucking money?"

He approached the manager, who's currently laying on the floor, and aimed his gun at him.

"Where's the money?" he asked again.

"Where's the money?" he mimicks "who do you niggers think you're fucking with?"

That's all it took for Scooter to get pissed which led him to shoot him in the thigh. He gasped due to pain and I closed my eyes, after I told this nigga that this is going to be a clean job.

"Nah do you know who you fucking with? You fucking with Kelly Park Compton Crips. That's who the fuck you're fucking with."

And this is why I stopped fucking with Scooter for awhile. He grabbed the only kid in the building and aimed his gun at his head.

"Which one of these hoes is your fucking mama? Aye bitch, this yo kid?" he asked.

"Aye Scooter don't start," said Lucky.

"Nah that's what the fuck I'm gonna do. Now listen bitch, I'm gonna count to three and then I'm gonna blow his head the fuck off okay?"

"Scooter let's go," I mumbled while lowering my gun.

"One... two... where's the money?"

"Let's go!" Lucky yelled.

Before he got to three, I fired a warning shot.

"The fuck you doing Casual?"

"I said let's go with yo crazy ass. What the fuck did I say? I said I want this to be a clean job, nobody's gonna get hurt. And yo stupid ass just had to shoot some damn body!"

"Well his ass called us a fucking nigger man! I thought you had more heart than that Casual," he turned back to the victims and aimed his gun "now where's the fucking money? I ain't got all night!"

"Let's go nigga!" I yelled.

"Not until we get the rest of this fucking money! Now where's the fucking money?!"

"I-I don't know," she stuttered.

I aimed my gun at him. "I said let's go."

He turned around to face me. "Aight that's how you want to do this shit? You want to shoot me in front of these fucking white folks and call me a nigga? Well if you want to be a pussy then be my fucking guest!" he yelled.

Seconds later, we hear the alarm go off.

"Oh shit somebody pulled the fucking alarm. Let's get the fuck out of here," Lucky spat while grabbing a few of the duffle bags.

"And you white folks bet not tell the punk ass cops a motherfucking thing!" Scooter yelled on the way out.

We met up at a dark alley.

"Well another robbery or shall I say heist gone wrong, thanks to Scooter," I chuckled.

"Whatever Eric. One day I'm gonna save your short ass and you're probably gonna try to kiss me," he said while pacing back and forth.

"So how much money you think we stole?" Lucky asked.

"To tell you the truth I don't even know and I don't fucking care. But after tonight, I'm not gonna deal with this shit anymore. I'm out the game, I'm gonna stick to rapping."

"I mean that's what you want to do E, I ain't mad at ya."

"That's what I want to do. This aint the life I want to live. Y'all my niggas but I can't do it anymore. I'm not tryna end up like my cousin."

I began to remove my gloves and threw 'em on the ground.

"You know what E? You make a good point. I feel like all of us needs to get out of this shit. So with that being said, I quit."

"What?" Scooter asked "y'all niggas can't quit. At least not right now."

"Nah wait a minute wait a minute, he's right though. Maybe we do need to quit because like I said, I'm gonna stick to rapping."

"Yeah I quit," said Lucky.

"Aight. Good riddance," Scooter added.

I shrugged and made my way back to my car. I checked my pager and I have no messages, which is a surprise to say the least.

I decided to take my BMW because my Impala is too gangsta. On my way back to my crib, I decided to listen to the radio.

"Crazy but that's how it goes. Millions of people living as foes. Maybe it's not too late. To learn how to love, and forget how to hate."

Do I really want to listen to Ozzy Osbourne?

"Mental wounds not healing. Life's a bitter shame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy."

Nah, next.

"What up Los Angeles this is DJ Sneeze from K-Power. And the topic of the night is Bobby Brown, did y'all see his performance at the Staples Center last night? Talk Too Much what do you think?"

"This nigga Bobby Brown came dressed like Jeepers Creepers."

"Hahaha oh shit! Shut it up Talk Too Much shut it up!"

"Nevermind he looked more like the black Goldust. Nigga showed up in some WWE shit."

"Okay enough of Bobby Brown. This just in, there has just been a recent robbery at City National Bank. Police say-"

As soon as I change the channel, I see flashing blue lights behind me so I pulled over.

When he approached my car, he tapped my window.

I rolled it down. "Yes officer?"

"Look to your left. What does that sign say?"

"Umm," I said while reading the sign "it says that this is a fourty-five mile speed zone."

"Exactly. So do you know how fast you were going?"

"Um nah can't say that I do."

"Alright get out of the car with your hands in the air," he demanded.

"Is this one of them speeding traps?"

"Now."

"Yes sir."

I was confused. What's with all of this extra shit if all I did was speed?

I stepped out of my car and then closed the door, facing him.

"Drop your keys, slowly."

"Officer can't you just give me the speeding ticket?"

He smirked. "No one asked you to talk. Now who did you steal this car from? It's a nice ass BMW I must say, so who did you steal it from?"

"Actually this car is not stolen, this is my car and I paid cash for it."

He obviously doesn't recognize me. Not only is it late at night but when I'm "Casual", I look like a completely different person.

"Oh you bought it huh?" he chuckled "sure you did."

"Look I just told you this car is not stolen this is my car in which I paid for. And it's-" I was cut off due to his dispatcher.

"You stay right there and don't move a muscle. We're gonna get to the bottom of this," he said before walking back to his car.

I used this opportunity to get back into my car and drive away.

"Hey! Hey!" he yelled.

                                         -
I arrived at my crib about thirty minutes later. While grabbing my duffle bag of stolen money, I felt a presence behind me. I look back and there's three masked niggas approaching me.

"What am I supposed to be scared or something?" I asked. They didn't respond so I shot a warning shot which caused them to flinch and chase after me.

While running I felt myself running out of breathe due to my bad lungs. Damn where is my inhaler when I need it?

My damn bronchitis.

I stop to try and catch my breathe and felt footsteps coming closer and closer. I drop my duffle bag and instantly pull out my strap.

"I have no problem blowing your fucking brains out."

"We just want to talk, Eric."

His voice trailed off and my vision became blurry. Seconds later I felt light headed and suddenly, everything went black.

Tomica Woods-Wright as herself

I made this gif of Tomica btw :D

Tupac as Lucky

Chris Brown as Scooter

So I originally planned to give y'all two chapters as an opener but I'm busy with school because I'm trying to get accepted into cosmetology school so I can only do one chapter.

Another all star cast like "Exposed".

Also Scooter is from my old book "On the Run" which has been deleted. It was the sequel to "Seduced By My Student" so I decided to combine it with this book for those who didn't get to read it. Everyone loves Scooter lol.

Also I threw in your favorite d.j's, Sneeze and Talk Too Much.

Death Row is some deep shit, I'm still doing my research. You're going to be pissed at some of the things Eric is gonna go through in this story.