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                                    |Recap|
I rolled my eyes.

"Aight," I said with a straight face.

"Aight? No that's not the word I wanted to hear. I apologized, so what do you say?"

"Thank you?"

"Much better," she smirked.

Ruthless Records
N.W.A. Studio Session

"Alright new album entitled Niggaz4Life, coming soon. I'm real hype, I don't know about y'all," said Ren.

I grabbed my camcorder and began filmimg our studio session.

"What you hiding behind the camera now? Come join the interview man. You trying to escape," Dre chuckled.

"Man we've been sitting in this hot ass studio all day, working on the same ass song. When do you think we'll be finished cause we have a pool party to attend tonight?" Yella asked.

"You know Jerry is going to be pissed. Especially since we promised him that we wouldn't leave this place until we finish Appetite For Destruction."

"Ugh. Look Jerry is gonna have to get over it. Hell we've been sitting in this hot ass studio all morning. And on top of that I might head out and get some Fat Burger," I spat.

"You always eating though."

"I don't eat as much as Dre."

"Aight E I got you," he chuckled. "So how do y'all like it so far? Tell me what you think. This is part of Ren's verse."

"But the average nigga they don't mean to understand. I'm from the streets so therefore you know I don't care for a sucker that aint down with the real niggas the niggas the niggas yo."

"Yeah it's good so far," I nodded.

"I shoot down a million niggas and shoot one more. And that's the million and one they couldn't hang with the appetite cause they wasn't rapping right so I had to destroy whoever was standing in my presence for fucking up the essence appetite for destruction."

"Hell yeah Ren that shit was dope. And damn Dre, you produced the shit out of it. Whoo!"

"Preciate it Yella. Now we're still working on my verse as well as Eazy's. Once this track is complete we need to begin filming the video for it."

It's hot and we've been working on this song non-stop for hours. We took a few breaks here and there but it just feels like we're not making any progress.

"I don't know man maybe naming this track after Guns 'N Roses was not a good idea."

"Chill E. I'm starting to write some of your verse. Now it's not finished yet but I think you'll like it. And instead of a chorus, Dre was thinking about adding a Richard Pryor sample."

"A Richard Pryor sample? That shit aint gon' work!" I spat "but let me read what you got so far."

He handed me the paper and I began to read over it. "It's okay. Can't wait til you add more to it," I said.

"What you mean it's okay?" he snatched it back from me "and we've decided that the order will be Dre, me, then you."

"What you mean Dre, you, then me? Why am I last? And my verse is okay, it can be better but I wouldn't call it dope."

"Well I've only written the first line which is 'check it out y'all, in the house y'all', damn E things take time. But best believe when this shit is finished it's going to be dope. Aye Dre, play that Richard Pryor sample you want to throw in."

"Aight," he said before pushing a button. "This will be the transition from Ren's verse to your verse E."

"Cops put a hurtin on yo ass man. They really degrade you white folks don't believe that shit, they don't believe that cops degrade you."

Once he saw my facial expression, he stopped it. "Let me guess, you don't like it huh?"

I licked my lips. "Hell nah Dre I ain't feeling this shit. And to be real we should just forget about it and call it a day because we're not getting anywhere. The only full verse we have so far is Ren's."

He chuckled. "The midget always got something to say. Ever since Cube left you've been acting real funny lately, especially when it comes to my producing."

"Because I know what's best for this damn group that's why. Just take this L Dre, that Richard Pryor shit is shit."

"What you mean it's shit?" he spat "E this Richard sample is dope."

"Nah man that shit is shit."

"So you're the producer now huh? You want my job E?" he laughed.

"Just because I gave my honest opinion? Shut up man before I clown yo ass."

Yella rolled his eyes and walked out. This is a daily routine for me and Dre. This new shit that he's trying to bring to the table is not my cup of tea.

"E you better shut the hell up and let me do my damn job. I'm the producer remember? And as the producer, I'm going to keep this Richard Pryor sample. We're gonna finish this track and then we're gonna start filming the music video. Case closed, I win."

"Dre why don't you shut your mouth before I close it for good?"

Ren interrupted. "Eric give Dre his props man you know this sample will be the icing on the cake. And you really don't do shit besides sit on your ass while I write your rhymes."

"What? I'll slap the taste out your mouth!"

"Come on man," Yella said while walking back in "can't we all just get along? We have a song to finish and an album to release. Let's show Cube that we can do this shit without him."

"Guys, guys!" Jerry yelled.

"How many hit records have I produced E? Exactly so last time I checked I know what the hell I'm doing. All you do is complain especially when you never have yo way."

"Yeah he's probably just mad cause we decided that his verse will be last," Ren added.

I ignored and grabbed my camcorder and headed towards the door until he yelled after me.

"I guess I need to speak louder so that you can hear me. But why though? Put those big ass ears to use," he laughed.

I turned around and smirked. "Nah I hear you man but I can't see you thanks to your shiny, big, black ass head. I think you be buffing that shit."

"Oh I see you got jokes. Yeah corny ass jokes to go along with your hairline huh?"

"Oooh!" Yella chuckled.

"Aha!" Dre laughed.

"Guys this isn't the time for your petty arguments. We need to get down to business. So how is Appetite for Destruction coming along?" Jerry asked.

I took a seat in my swivel chair. "Everything was good until I decided that Dre shouldn't add a lame ass Richard Pryor sample."

"We're good Jerry," said Dre "you know how Eazy is. He wants everything to go his way."

Yella turned on the news and the first thing we see is the robbery.

"So you know Eric was harassed the other night by a police officer, for no apparent reason."

"Why E?" Yella asked.

"To tell you the truth, I don't even know."

"This is Ginger Chan from KTLA News. As you already know, the leading story is the robbery that took place at City National Bank the other night. Here is the footage."

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

"Aye Scooter don't start."

"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."

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

"Oh God. Someone get these criminals off the street," Jerry mumbled.

"Three armed men are currently on the run and LAPD needs your help. If you know anything about the robbery, please don't hesitate to call 1-800-SNITCH. I'm Ginger Chan and you're watching KTLA News."

I felt my heart drop.

"I hope you guys don't have any plans for the rest of the evening because we made a deal that you're not leaving this studio until you finish this track."

"Don't worry Jerry. This shit will be complete before midnight. I just gotta finish writing E and Dre's verse."

"Good luck," he said while heading out.

"Aye E kick a freestyle," Yella chuckled while recording me with my camcorder.

"So you just gon' take my camcorder and record me with it?"

"Come on man bust a quick freestyle. Shit it's boring as hell right now."

"Aight," I smiled and waited for the perfect timing "my name is Eric but just call me E. I want the pussy tight, and I'm fucking Yella's mom tonight."

"Say what?!" he spat while lowering the camcorder.

"I'ma fuck her all night long and man she can rock a thong," I chuckled.

"Play too damn much and that was a wack ass freestyle."

Ren looked at his watch. "Well it's almost 7:00 and Lauren's pool party starts at 9:00 and it's going to take place in Beverly Hills."

"Beverly Hills huh? Okay yeah we still have time to finish this track and head out."

"But Dre don't you think that's rushing shit? You expect us to finish this track in two hours just to head to a pool party? Why not do a lil something something."

"Like what what?"

"I mean, let's just work with what we have and finish the rest later."

"Man Jerry is going to be pissed."

"Well Jerry doesn't have the final say so, I do. This is my record label and I think we should ditch work for a bit. So what do you say?"

"Nah E you just said you're going to fuck my mom tonight and now you want to switch up and go to a pool party? You fake," Yella spat.

"You wild but what you doing though?" I chuckled.

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|Third Person|

"Aight let's go. And this party better be worth it because Jerry is going to kick our ass," said Dre.

"Aight E you driving," Yella chuckled.

"Like hell," he spat "we hailing a taxi. I'm not going to get pulled over again."

"A taxi? You tripping. Just drive us there man stop being a bitch."

"Aight. You got some gas money?"

"Yeah but I aint paying you shit," he laughed "nah just playing. Let's just hail a taxi."

Ruthless Records

"Trust me the guys are going to stop the world with Appetite for Destruction. I've already heard a little bit of it and I love it. Dre is also going to throw in a few samples from Richard Pryor and Lyn Collins," Jerry said while talking to a close friend on the phone.

He looked at the clock on the wall. "Yes as a matter of fact it's 8:30pm and the guys have literally been here all day long, they're a bunch of hardworkers I'll tell you that. But listen I know you're dieing to hear some of it so I'm going to head over to the recording room and have them play it for you."

"As a matter of fact," he said while searching the next room "I don't see them. Hey you know what they're probably on break because they have been working all day. They should be back real soon. So I'll call you later and you be safe out there. Three idiots who robbed that bank are still on the run with their stupid asses."

Beverly Hills, CA

"Next time warn me if y'all asses aint gonna pay the taxi driver," Dre spat.

Ren attempted to knock on the door until Eric stopped him.

"The hell you doing E? We got to knock because their door is locked."

"Nah. Try ringing the doorbell that's why they got one with yo ghetto black ass."

"Whatever leprechaun from the hood."

"Whatever my ass crayola," Eric fired back.

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I left it there because I want the pool party to be a separate chapter, otherwise this chapter is going to end up being long asf.

Also I'm already outlining the rest of the story and Eric's death row sentence so be patient.
I already know who he's going to kill btw lol and why.

And I'm planning "The Wizard of OZ: NWA" as well because it's been on hiatus for months but it's coming back and here's the blurb:

A story in which a girl wakes up in the land of OZ.