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                                     |Recap|

I woke up the next morning and realized that I'm on the couch. I look to my left and there's Tomica laying next to me.

I look to my right, and I see my used condom on the ground. Damn, did we do it? Or did we do it?

My phone started to ring and I hesitated to answer but I answered anyway.

"Same phone who this?"

"Eric this is Dre. I need to talk to you. Come by the studio as soon as possible."

"About?"

"Just come by. Now."

Ruthless Records

Dre and I still aren't on good terms and the fact that he randomly decides to call and ask me to meet him at the studio makes me wonder if he's up to something.

In all honesty, he hasn't really been the same ever since his brother Tyree died. Not only do I have to deal with his bullshit, but I also have to deal with Scooter and his problems in one ear, then deal with Tomica in another.

As far as Tomica, there really isn't anything to us. Nothing. She fucks me and I fuck her, that's all we use each other for; sex. I honestly don't see us in a relationship anytime soon.

She's not my girlfriend or my side chick, she's simply just someone I get to fuck whenever I want it.

Since I'm the only person in the studio right now, I decided to start working on the tracklist and looking over the video stills for "Appetite for Destruction." We should have the video wrapped up in the next couple of days.

"A message to Benedict Arnold. No matter how hard you try to be, here's what they think about you."

So far we have a couple of tracks completed but we still have a long way to go. The year is almost over and I plan on releasing this album in May.

A few seconds later, I began to play "Appetite for Destruction." Out of nowhere, Dre walks in with a stack of folders in his hand. I felt my pager vibrate a couple of times but I ignored it.

I quickly cut off the track and glance at him. Of course there was silence between us but I broke it.

"So what's up?" I mumbled "you sounded pretty worked up when you was talking to me on the phone."

He sighed and began to tap the stack of folders.

"Yeah. Aye I know we ain't on good terms right now and honestly E, I could care less. I'm starting to come to my senses."

"Come to yo senses about what? Is you still tripping about that damn bank robbery. I told you I didn't do it, so let's just squash this shit."

"Man I don't give a fuck if you robbed that bank or not. It doesn't affect me in any way, even though I know you did."

"Dre why the hell did you call me? Let's just get down to business."

"When I said that I'm starting to come to my senses, I was talking about this music shit. Cube was right. He was right about everything."

My face dropped. "You too?"

"Yeah I think you know where this is going. And I know you don't like hearing this shit, but it's about Jerry. We gotta let him go E."

I rolled my eyes. I knew Dre called me for some bullshit. This is starting to make sense. The reason why he's been acting this way for the last couple of days.

"Is that really why you're here? I thought all of this shit was in the past," I snapped.

"In the past? Nah. See I looked into this shit and I'm not getting my fair share. I'm just not making enough money, and if I'm getting cheated, Ren and Yella are too."

"What? Do you even know why you rich though? Do you want to know why you living in a big ass house and ain't sleeping on yo auntie couch no mo'?"

He smirked. "Nah tell me. Tell me E, I want to hear this."

"Oh yeah? Because Jerry made that possible for us. He kicked down the doors just to make all of this shit happen for us. And you're just gonna turn yo back on him. What you Cube now?"

"Cube was right fool!" he spat "E just look at the papers man. Look at this shit and you'll see what the hell I'm talking about!"

I shook my head and licked my lips. "I ain't looking at shit. You tripping Dre."

He raised his voice. "And you keep talking bout Jerry did this, Jerry did that. Well we didn't make it because of Jerry, we made it because our shit is dope!"

"So that's why you've been acting like you were on yo period huh?" I mumbled.

He continued. "And we could keep going E. I'm telling you, we can own the God damn world. We just can't be fooling with him no more. Like I said I know you probably didn't want to hear it but Jerry has got to go. We started this N.W.A. shit."

"So that's how it is? Turning yo back on someone after all they've done for us?"

"You mean all he's done for you."

I leaned back in my chair and slightly dropped my head. Dre has been a pain in the ass for days and I knew this day would come. It doesn't matter what he or Cube says, I'm not getting rid of Jerry. He's been nothing but loyal to me.

And loyalty is all I know. Look at what I went through for Scooter's crazy ass. Got arrested, shot at, spent a couple of hours in jail, and lied during a police questioning just for him.

"Am I right?" he questioned "all he's done for you? Look at me... look at me."

I sighed and glanced at him.

"When Tyree died, you said we would always be brothers. I guess you forgot about that huh? I thought we was brothers E."

"Yeah and I thought the same."

"Well...this is your damn fault. And I knew you would stick up for Jerry. That's why I came up with a plan B. I'm gonna start my own record label with Suge Knight. But just to make things fair, I'll finish up our album. But other than that, I want out of my contract."

He stood up and tossed the folders on the ground.

"This is fucked up E. I thought we were brothers man," he muttered before heading out.

| Third Person |

Priority Records

"Hey Cube thanks for finally stopping by! By the way I got a new haircut," Bryan smiled "hey Kim. How's the new house treating you?"

"Hey Bryan," she said while taking a seat "and everything's fine thanks for asking. So how do you like your new decor?"

"It's great. Yeah I honestly love my new furniture. I hated the old one anyway."

"Now what do you have for me Bryan? Because I know you didn't call me over here for nothing," Cube questioned.

"This is a uh tape. It's a new track from N.W.A. and I just wanted you to hear it now before you hear it somewhere else."

"Dre is just a nigga with a heart. A nigga that's smart. A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play. We started off with too much cargo. So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold yo-"

Bryan quickly stopped the tape and shook his head.

"Wait. Benedict Arnold?" Cube asked in confusion.

"Are they trying to say that... you're like a traitor?" Kim added.

"Yeah," Bryan muttered.

"Hold up I'm a fucking traitor? I didn't say shit about them on Amerikkka's Most, and now they trying to diss?"

"Babe don't let a silly diss record..."

"Cube these guys are beneath you. Your album is climbing the charts. But listen, before you even think about-"

"Come on Bryan. You expect me to sit here and let them get away with dissing me?"

He rolled his eyes. "Okay. So I guess you want to fight fire with fire huh? You're going to stoop to their level by responding with a diss track of your own? Is that right?"

"Damn right," Cube spat.

"O'Shea baby it's not worth it."

"She's right Cube. You be the bigger person."

"Nah. They want a battle, well it's on."

Cube as himself

| Eric |

"It's like I don't even know what the hell I'm doing anymore. I can't focus on our music. I can't focus on shit right now to tell you the truth."

"As far as your music, I'll see what I can do."

"It's not your problem though, it's mine. This has nothing to do with you."

"I know but just, shit... if you feel like you're over working yourself, I can help you with Ruthless and some of your acts. I can gather the contracts, files, documents. You name it, I'll do it. Just let me look into it," she said before hitting the blunt.

"Like you can really handle all of that," I chuckled.

She took another hit. "Nah I'm fareal now come here. Come smoke this joint with me."

Like I said, there's nothing to us. Nothing, we're just using each other for sex. She is pretty and I'm definitely attracted to her, but in all honesty, it's just infatuation.

As always, I spreaded her legs and laid in between 'em. Right now, this is my stress reliever.

"I'm tired of chasing you," I chuckled while my hand made its way downstairs.

Well attempted to make its way downstairs because she gently smacked it.

"Not tonight."

"Oh. Only when you want it huh?" I spat.

She took another hit then passed the blunt to me.

"Look. Just respect my decision. Not tonight but-"

"But what? Don't worry about it because I don't want you to feel like I'm begging you." I took a quick hit then passed it back to her.

"Anyway. I want you to keep focusing on your music. Take care of your priorities, and let this robbery shit go. What's done is done. That's why it's called the past because it's in the past, it's over."

She took a hit then brung it to my lips. Tomica is one of those down bitches. The ones you can kick it with and have a quick blunt with.

At any time I can fuck her and move on like any other bitch but for some reason, this girl makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine.

Her smile makes me want to see her more. Sometimes I can just think about her, and I have to stop the corners of my mouth from arching. Yeah, I just can't seem to hide my smile when I think about her.

She fed me the joint then brought it back to her lips and took a hit.

"Yeah I'm glad the shit is in the past. But just because it's in the past it doesn't mean that it's over. I'm glad that I got away with it, but now I wish I never robbed that damn bank. And I honestly believe that Dre didn't rat me out."

She rolled her eyes and passed me the blunt.

"Eric, just let it go. Stop letting it bother you. Like I said, what's done is done."

I took a hit, then passed it back to her.

"I still want to help you because you know I know the business. I'll look into it," she mumbled before taking another hit.

After she brung the joint to my lips, I took one last hit before she placed it in the ashtray.

I asked her to spend the night again because I decided to teach her another driving lesson in the morning.

I licked my lips and kissed her cheek before planting kisses on her neck. I attempted to grab a rubber from my night stand but...

She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed my lips. To be real, this is better than fucking and smoking weed. I honestly don't know why and how, but it is.

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"You ready?" I asked.

"Are you gonna let me get behind the wheel? If not, don't waste my time."

"Aight I'll finally let you drive. But aye.. don't fuck up my car," I spat before giving her the keys.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

I got in and fastened my seatbelt. I glanced at her and scoffed. "If this was a real driving test, you would automatically fail."

"What are you talking about?"

"Safety is important. Always fasten yo seatbelt and for some strange reason, you never want to buckle yours."

"Yeah I tend to do that a lot.. sorry. So Lauren is having another pool party and we should go... as friends," she smirked before fastening her seatbelt.

"Friends?" I questioned.

"Yeah. That's all we'll ever be. Now let's get this driving lesson started. I've studied my ass off, now it's time for me to get behind the wheel."

"Alright the radio stays off. Now I gave you the key. Put it in the ignition and turn the car on, simple."

She turned the car on without messing anything up. "Cool," she smiled.

"Now before you pull off, adjust your mirrors and make sure you use them."

"Eric.. I know. I read all of this in my manual."

"Who's the teacher? Me or you?"

"My bad," she scoffed.

"Aight. Before you pull off, look in the mirrors to see if another car is coming. If the coast is clear, you can pull off."

Please don't fuck my shit up.

Seconds later, she drove onto the backroads but her speed is a flop.

"Pick up your speed. And what does this sign mean? This sign right here."

She slowed down. "That's easy. It means yield. Road signs are so easy to remember. So how am I doing?"

She kept both hands on the wheel so that's a plus.

"Uh so far you're doing okay. Just keep both hands on the wheel and keep using those mirrors. You're not ready to hold the wheel with one hand and the radio is going to stay off."

"Oh."

She stopped at a stop sign, looked both ways, then drove off.

"See? I know how to drive," she smiled.

"Look don't fuck my shit up. This baby is fragile and you're high risk."

"Alright. What's next?"

I told her to drive around the block a couple of times. Only because she is not on my insurance and I don't want her crashing cars and shit.

"Make sure you're familiar with each gear. But you won't need to use Neutral as much so don't even worry about it. And after your driving lessons, this baby is going to be parked and left alone for awhile."

"Eric stop tripping. I know what I'm doing. Look at me, I'm doing a damn good job and this is my first time behind a wheel."

"Doesn't matter. You're not on my insurance."

"I guess," she muttered.

I leaned over to give her a kiss while she's parked in front of a red light. She grabbed my chin and kissed me back, I can't stop kissing her soft ass lips.

"We need to kiss in the rain again," I smiled.

After she drove around the block a couple of times, I took her to KTLA News and escorted her inside.

"How did I do?"

"Hmm.. I think I'll give you a D."

"Oh. Yeah thanks," she rolled her eyes.

Here we go....

"Um," she muttered "never seen so many people taking so many pictures at once."

I grabbed her hand. "When we walk through don't look up. Don't answer any questions and don't let what they say get to you."

"Eazy! Eazy! Over here!"

"Are you two dating? We have spotted you together numerous times?"

"Who's she? Is she your new side bitch?"

"Tell us more about your beef with Ice Cube, and the reason why he's not part of the group anymore!"

As soon as we made it inside, she met with Steve.

"You made it! You also have a new makeup artist and script."

"Great," she smiled "I also signed up to volunteer at a high school in Compton. I want to speak with the male students about gang violence, prison, death row."

"Perfect. Now I'm not gonna say it won't be a challenge. They're good kids."

I paged Jerry and told him that we're going to postpone the video shoot. Just as I was about to slide my pager back into my pocket, Lucky pages me and says he wants me to meet somebody.

I mentally responded and grabbed Tomica by her waist.

"I gotta go. See you later," I said before giving her a kiss.

Will Ferrell as Steve

Kevin Hart as DJ Talk Too Much

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Might update again later on today only because I'm kinna on a roll 😇

And I'm still looking for an actor who can portray DJ Sneeze. If you have any ideas, let me know.