I keep hearing that some of you aren't getting notified when I update. Hmm I don't know how that's possible, try refreshing your library.

Also, I lowkey well maybe highkey hate myself for this damn plot twist. No lie, just know that the message will be to "trust no one."

That's the only hint I'm giving you. Trust no damn body and you'll be surprised at who's jealous of you.

And I noticed that I gain new readers after publishing a new book. If this is your first time reading a moonwalkbae book then ayeeeee lol and excuse my silliness. I'm just a goofy person.

And of course I lose followers as well. The ones who are active during the first few chapters then stop reading. Well, it's your lost fam and I don't beg anyone to read my books. People just find 'em and get addicted to my writing 😇

Last but not least; once we're halfway through the story I'm going to post a chapter called "BANG BANG", similar to "My Neck My Back" in my book Exposed and I'll debut the cover for "The Wizard of OZ NWA".

I'm gonna focus on the Wizard of OZ next because it's going to be a short story, then I can begin my contest for the lead girl in my next Eazy book.

Oh and just in case you didn't know, I'm going to edit some of the real life N.W.A. events such as not including the Dre and Eazy beef, and Dre will even leave the group a bit early in this story only because Eric will be sentenced to Death Row in 1992 and that will kind of throw everything off.

Okay? Okay! If you're confused lmao let me know

That's all folks! Still enjoying my brand new car, I literally got the keys keys keys 😂

                                  |Recap|

"Relax. It was your fault. We begged you not to bring him. You did anyway, he died."

He scoffed. "Eric you too? You're going to jump on the bandwagon too? Well fuck you, fucking midget."

"Whatever fuck you. The truth hurts. No one forced him to go, you brought him. This was a risk and you took it."

"Go home Eric. Just go, get the hell out of my house."

"Aight," I mumbled "good luck with your debt."

Robbing a bank... "ninja style" had me exhausted. I gave Scooter too much credit because even though his idea was dope, he still fucked up yet another robbery.

Which is why I stopped fucking with Scooter a few years ago. We had a fallout and didn't speak to each other for a long time.

Him finding a way back into my life out of the blue still confuses me. I honestly forgot about Scooter until we linked up again.

Later on today is day three and hopefully the final day of filming the "Appetite for Destruction" music video.

Dre and I still aren't on good terms. And as much as I want to point the finger at him and call him a snake, I can't because I have a gut feeling that he didn't do it. I honestly don't believe that Dre ratted me out to LAPD.

Well, it doesn't matter anyway. None of it matters anymore.

I arrived home at about three thirty in the morning. As much as I deserve to sleep after robbing and dodging bullets, I decided to catch up with KTLA News.

"This is Ginger Chan and you're watching KTLA News. According to LAPD, there has been yet another robbery. The robbery and shooting took place at the California United Bank hours after its scheduled closing time. The robbery turns out to be gang related and police found the dead body of a young teenage boy at the scene."

Another robbery gone wrong and I hope it doesn't come back to haunt me. I feel sorry for Scooter. Not only is he in some deep shit with a drug dealer, but the kid he was cool with got capped.

"Seven men were seen on the premises and a few of them escaped. However, LAPD was able to catch a few of the robbers who are members of the Bloods gang. The other men are on the run. If you know anything about the robbery, please call 1-800-SNITCH."

My eyes started to get heavy and I yawned a couple of times. I'm trying to stay out of shit especially if it doesn't have anything to do with me. And I promised myself that I would let the gangsta life go and focus on my music because I don't want to end up like my cousin.

All of this shit is happening because of Scooter. No, I'm not going to get into anymore shit because of him. Scooter is a grown ass man and needs to stand in his own mess, as a grown ass man.

I feel like I'm two steps away from prison and it's not worth it.

And this nigga Suge Knight is always popping up. I remembered when I wanted to kill every Bompton Blood in the city. They're our rivals. They shot at us, we shot at them.

I turned my pager off and decided to watch Good Times; my stress reliever and the answer to most of my problems. I keep up with the Evans family like they're my family.

My eyes are getting heavier and heavier so I'm going to finish this episode and get some sleep.

"J. J. why don't you say grace?"

"And don't be too long about it J. J. When my meatloaf gets cold it loses some of its bite."

"Uh the Lord is my German Shepherd and..."

"So that's what's been going on? Do you think that I would give my friends pet food?"

"Well Gurdy if you enjoy it there's no reason why we shouldn't.... come on everybody let's eat the... meatloaf."

"Florida that is ground round! What kind of person do you think I am?"

-
I woke up a few hours later and headed to the video set for "Appetite for Destruction." This is day three of filming and hopefully, the last day.

Jerry told us that this video could take up to a week to film, but I'm not going to let it happen. We have an album to complete and we're so far behind thanks to this track. It literally took us weeks to write and record "Appetite for Destruction."

I felt like being petty so I wrapped my blue handkerchief around my face and grabbed my strap from the glove department in my car.

As soon as I arrived on set, I found Dre and Yella standing around getting ready to begin filming.

Like I said, I felt like being petty. Today is just one of those days.

I ran towards them with my gun in my hand, and they panicked.

"Aye let me holla at y'all niggas for a minute," I muttered. I tried to disguise my voice to the best of my ability.

I pinned Dre to the wall and held my gun against his chest.

"Come on man I'm just here for a music video! Don't fucking shoot me, I ain't got nothing!" he yelled.

"Let me holla at ya homie," I spat.

"I ain't got shit! Come on man get the fuck outta here!"

I pointed my gun at Yella and all he did was throw his hands up in defense. He didn't say a word. Taking it like a G unlike Dre's scary ass.

"Run yo shit over!" I yelled while hiding my laughter.

He kept his eyes closed and began to sweat. I couldn't keep a straight face any longer so I began to chuckle.

His eyes instantly opened and he pulled the handkerchief off of my face. Never laughed so hard in my life but I needed it.

"E I'ma fuck yo bitch ass up! That was some petty ass shit man," he spat.

I slid my strap back in my pocket. "You the bitch. You should've seen the way you was looking when I pointed my gun at you. But Yella took it like a real gangsta and I respect him for that."

"Whatever E that was some bullshit. Yo I'ma beat the hell out of you, please believe it."

"Damn Dre I was just playing, damn! I didn't think I would scare you that damn bad but aye I'ma leave yo scary ass alone. But fareal, you aight?" I smirked.

"Just go inside and get changed man. We have a video to film," he mumbled. He has "fear" written all over his face.

"Aight!" I chuckled while heading inside "you know yo ass was scared Dre," I laughed.

We spent hours filming the same scenes over and over. But the setting is nice and everyone is working their asses off. I definitely want to wrap this video up before the end of the week.

I met with my makeup artist and she touched my face up by adding more face powder to my cheeks.

The prop girl gave me another cigar and more cards, so that we can film the same ass scene again.. for like the twentieth time today.

The Adam and Eve scene was filmed earlier and only took about six takes to complete.

After a few extra hours of filming, the camera crew catered food and drinks for lunch.

"Aye they tearing us up in celebrity news. Seems like we're losing fans because of Cube's departure," said Yella.

"Screw that clown. What kind of pussy shaves his nice ass jheri curl just to rock his big ass head? Now Niggaz4Life is going to destroy Amerikkka's Most, aight? Cube is the one that should be intimidated," I spat.

Jerry took a seat and showed us the stills.

"You guys are.. amazing. Words can't describe how talented you are. And with or witout Cube, you're still a team. Kudos to you," he smiled.

"Cube left for a reason though," Dre added.

"Did you guys hear about the robbery that took place last night?" Jerry questioned.

I felt my heart drop and licked my lips. "Nah," I lied.

"You didn't? Okay. Well let's have a quick talk for a second. Los Angeles is a tough city and a teenage boy was shot three times and is dead. Everyday, someone is shot with a gun. That's a lot of bullets huh? Well let me tell you what I see..."

He trailed off due to Dre standing up and heading towards the door. He's been acting real shady lately. As if he doesn't want to be here or be a part of this project. Or maybe he just doesn't want to be in my presence because of my criminal background.

"Dre? Are you walking out on me or them?"

He turned around. "I just need some space Jerry. That's it. If you give me that, I promise I'll be back on my A-game in no time."

He glanced at me and I kept a straight face. Yeah, something is up with Dre and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.

"This right here.. is bullshit," he spat before heading out.

Jerry sighed and continued. "Anyway. Seems like young black men are targeted the most in this city. That kid who was murdered last night was no older than twenty-one. In today's society young, black, men end up in jail, prison, death row, some of them even end up dead."

"Yeah. Remember what I said about an old friend of mine on death row? Well, his execution date is near," Ren mumbled.

"What crime did he commit?" Yella questioned.

"All I know is, he regrets it. But it's too late now."

"Oh," said Jerry "well I'm sorry to hear that. But, use that as a lesson. All of you."

"I feel you," I muttered.

"Oh Eric that reminds me. I need to speak with you, in private. Please."

"What is it Jerry? Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" he laughed "hell no!"

Yella was kind enough to leave to give us all of the privacy we need.

Jerry dropped his head, and pulled out a shoe box. He opened it and my Smith & Wesson is inside. How the hell did he find my gun? I thought I kept it in my locker.

"Explain this. Oh and someone came to my house last-"

I grabbed it. "Why you going through my stuff?"

"What?"

"How did you find my gun? How did you even get in my locker?" I checked to make sure it was still loaded and headed towards the door.

"Eric. Is there something you need to tell me? Why did you bring a loaded gun to the video shoot? Eric.. come back here, I need to talk to you!"

                                            -
I attempted to head to KTLA News just to holla at Tomica because I haven't heard from her since Boulevard 3. I know I fucked up by snapping on her but I won't tolerate any direspect.

Instead, I decided to head back to the studio until I felt my pager vibrate.

What a coincidence, it's from Scooter.

I listened to K-Power for a bit. They really know how to set the mood.

"My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine. Everybody loves the sunshine."

I drove to the nearest payphone and called him back. Seems like he's back to normal and isn't taking Kevin's death too serious.

-
Los Angeles Diamond Factory

Once again, I found myself in the middle of some shit with Scooter.

Don't ask how we ended up at the Los Angeles Diamond Factory, which is a popular jewelry store.

"Hurry up E! We don't have all night."

He covered our asses while I stole every diamond in sight. I stuffed everything in my duffle bag. So far so good.

Just when things were good.

"Police! These guys have guns! They got a gun!" someone yelled.

"Shit," I spat.

Next thing we know, a cop approaches the scene. I grab my bag and flee with Scooter on my tail.

He blew his whistle. "Police! Stop! Stop!" he yelled while running after us.

We ended up in an alley. I can feel myself running out of breathe already but my inhaler is with me this time.

"This way E! Throw me the bag!"

I threw the bag over to him and just when I was about to climb over the fence....

Can this day get any worse?

"LAPD! Stop or I'll shoot!" he yelled.

I sighed. "Shit."

"Alright bastard I got you now. Don't you even think about pulling out your gun because I have a bullet with your name on it."

Well another robbery.. gone wrong.

Scooter got lucky this time.

He handcuffed me and shoved me in the back of his police car.