|Recap|

"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.

"Glad you guys could come," she said while leading us to the back "hey guys look who decided to show up!"

It's no surprise that we were bombarbed by screaming fans and paparazzi. We promised Jerry that we would not leave the studio until Appetite for Destruction is finished but in all honesty, I don't see us finishing that shit any time soon.

"Jerry is going to kill us," Dre whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "Jerry doesn't have to know and he's not going to know. He shouldn't even be at the studio right now, he should be home by now so we good."

We took a few steps closer to the swimming pool and was blocked by two security guards.

"Whoa slow your roll, you're not invited. This is a private pool party and you must be on the guestlist."

"Aye hold up yes the hell we are invited. Lauren personally invited us," I spat.

He glared at me. "Nah I'm pretty sure you're not on the list. Now look young man don't make this difficult. You and your crew needs to quietly leave the premises, now I'm trying to be as polite as I can be."

"He an old fashioned ass nigga," I chuckled.

"Did you say something?"

"Eric and the rest of us is just wondering why the hell you don't recognize us and why aren't we on the list," said Dre.

"And what is your name sir? I can check the list one last time."

"My name is Dre but don't call me sir."

He laughed. "Oh so you don't want me to call you sir? Well would you prefer me to call you miss or m'am? And one more thing I'm all about respect and I demand it. So first things first, I don't tolerate the word nigga."

"Is this part of your job or something? Look just let us in already!" he demanded.

"Nope," he said without looking at the paper.

"Aye if you don't open this damn door-"

"Whoa what's the problem?" Lauren asked "they've been personally invited by me. As a matter of fact they're V.I.P, so they should be on the list. They're celebrities for crying out loud."

"Oh I know they're famous but Boyz to Men aren't on the list."

"Boyz to Men?!" we asked in unison.

She laughed. "You're joking right? This is N.W.A, they're far from Boyz to Men."

"Oh," he mumbled "well why didn't y'all tell me who you are instead of leading me to getting physical? Especially you Eric, you and that N word."

"Nigga I ain't scared of nobody, you need to stop acting like an uppity ass nigga when you know you ain't shit," I spat.

"I'm going to ask you one last time, tone your voice down just a bit and calm your attitude. Just because I didn't recognize you? But since Lauren vouched for you, enjoy the party. But let this be your last time calling me a nigga."

I took a few steps closer and got in his face. Meanwhile, everyone is gathered being nosey while paparazzi is snapping their lives away.

"Eric come on man let's just enjoy the party before they put us out," said Yella.

"Nigga I will bodyslam yo ass."

"I don't think so," he said with a straight face.

"Let's just enjoy the party E, let's go. You're making this shit worse. It's not that damn serious."

"Guys let's go but they're most definitely on the list."

We walked in and my mood instantly changed once I noticed that the place isn't too packed because it is a private party; and she rented this mansion out just for the party.

"What up Los Angeles or shall I say Beverly Hills, I'm DJ Sneeze and this fool right here is DJ Talk Too Much. We're your favorite d.j's from K-Power and we're also going to be your hosts for tonight."

"Before we bless y'all with some hot records, I want to start off by welcoming the world's most dangerous rap group, they are in the house tonight but please don't make yourself look like groupies. And last but not least I, DJ Talk Too Much, is thinking about running for mayor of California," he smiled.

"Are you serious?" a girl from the crowd spat with a straight face.

"Hell yeah. DJ Talk Too Much for mayor of California. Vote for a nigga, help me out."

"I don't know if you're serious or not but if you run for mayor I'm moving to Canada."

"And yo stale weave is moving too."

"Shut it up Talk Too Much shut it up! And now it's time to get this party started. Eazy-E and N.W.A. is in the house, and since Bobby Brown was a trending topic, enjoy My Perogative."

"They say I'm crazy, I really don't care that's my perogative. They say I'm nasty but I don't give a damn getting girls is how I live."

Before I attempted to fix myself a drink, I checked my pager and noticed I received a message from Jerry. After I told him that we're finishing up the track, I was bombarbed by the paparazzi.

"So Eazy can you tell us more about your upcoming projects? Do you have anything in store for us?" one asked.

"Why did Cube leave the group? Is it true that you as well as Jerry Heller was cheating him out of his money?"

"Tell us more about your beef with Cube!"

"Sorry I'm here to party and relax. I don't have time for any interviews or reuniting."

"Aww so you mean you don't have time to reunite with an old friend? Well, someone you was about to argue with at Club Dooto's?"

I chuckled. "You need help? Can I help you?"

"Hi," she smiled "do you remember me?"

"Nah but you do look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"You mean you really don't remember me? I'm Lauren's friend, we was about to come to blows at Dooto's."

"I'm pretty sure I've seen you somewhere but that night at Club Dooto's is a blur. But you do look familiar."

Yella comes out of nowhere and interrupts.

"Aye E we're about to go swimming!" he yelled while recording us with my camcorder.

"Aye man get that camera out my face," I chuckled.

He zoomed in. "Come on E we're about to go swimming. And they're barbequeing some fye ass hot dogs and hamburgers. Say something to the camera," he laughed.

"Come on man get the camera out my face. Don't you see I'm talking to somebody?"

"Oh I'm cockblocking? Well.."

"I'll meet y'all back at the pool. Just stop interrupting my conversation and on top of that, Jerry paged me."

"So what did you say?" he asked while zooming in.

"I covered our asses. Told him that we're finishing Appetite For Destruction, he should be home anyway."

He lowered the camera then bumped into some hoe.

"Move bitch," he spat on his way out.

"Now back to you."

"So you really don't remember me?" she asked.

I laughed. "Are you on t.v or something? I mean you look familiar but I can't seem to remember where I've seen you."

"Oh baby, baby, baby can't you stay with me tonight? Oh baby, baby, baby don't my kisses please you right? You were so hard to find the beautiful ones, they hurt you every time."

"Well I'm in the music business as well, I'm a record executive assistant."

"Oh you a record assistant huh?" I chuckled.

"Um record executive assistant," she smirked.

"Wait.. what is your name ma?"

"Tomica. So you mean you don't remember from Club Dooto's? It was the other night, how could you not remember?"

"If I told you baby, that I was in love with you. Oh baby, baby, baby if we got married would that be cool? You make me so confused, the beautiful ones you always seem to lose."

"Oh okay. You that bitch who kept running her smart ass mouth, and who told me to go get my personality checked. Yeah I remember you now."

|Flashback|

"Well first of all, I didn't appreciate you glaring at me. That's why I went off on yo ass. I'm a man I ain't no goddamn animal."

"Can I help you?"

"Um it's nice to meet you? Is that how you greet-"

"Well actually it's not so nice. I don't appreciate you glaring at me like I'm a fucking killer or something."

"I never said you was a killer or an animal.
I glared at you because I'm not into that groupie shit. But you didn't have to cuss me out."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"You mean to tell me you have those big ass ears and didn't hear what I just said?"

"What?"

"Well you're kind of being an asshole in case you didn't know. If you don't want to be here
or if you're not in the mood to socialize with anyone then you need to take your ass home or go get your personality checked."

"And girl at that moment, I was going to lay yo ass out."

"And you are?"

"A person! Just because I'm not in the limelight like you doesn't give you the right to talk to me or anyone else this way. And there's also a way to talk to people and that's not it."

"Bitch what the fuck did you just say to me?"

"You crossed the line when you called me a bitch. Respect me, don't call me out of my goddamn name."

"I call it like I see it. Yo ass was acting like a bitch, so I called you a bitch. Plain and simple."

"Oh I'm a bitch? Well what are you? Exactly, an asshole. So fucking rude."

"You heard what I said! I'm not scared of you!"

|End of Flashback|

[A/N: do y'all like these type of flashbacks? I'm going to do more of these throughout the entire story]

"So it's like that huh? You call me out of my name and get in my face like you're going to beat my ass. And now you don't remember me?"

"Man damn I said I remember you! Yeah you're the bitch I was going to beat the hell out of, you better be glad security was able to break us up."

"And then you keep calling me out of my name. First you threaten me and then you keep disrespecting me?"

"Disrespecting you?" I smirked.

"No seriously. I'm gonna need you to stop disrespecting me. Stop disrespecting me. Stop calling me out of my damn name, you got one last time to call me a bitch!"

"Aight bitch."

I attempted to walk away until she grabbed my arm. "No don't walk out! Don't walk away from me when I'm talking you!"

"Man damn could you lower your voice? Got everybody in our business and shit, not to mention the paparazzi is on my ass. Just tell the whole fucking world I called you a bitch."

"Stop calling me out of my name. This is my last time warning you. Now listen Eric-"

"Call me Eazy."

"Listen Eric, you know the more I look at you the more familiar you are."

"Yeah, you've seen my black ass in music videos and you've heard my voice on records. But I ain't here to sign autographs."

"Well," she smirked "instead of being a
smart ass, listen to what the hell I have to say. Besides you being a famous rapper, I feel like I've seen you elsewhere. Do you have any other nicknames?"

"Nah. It was nice seeing you again though."

I made my way back to the pool and she followed.

"Are you lost or something?" I asked.

"I didn't say I was done talking to you. You're such an asshole you know that?"

"Like a fool I went and stayed too long. Now I'm wondering if my love's still strong ooh baby here I am, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours."

"What up Los Angeles this is DJ Sneeze. I hope you're enjoying yourselves so far. My homegirl Lauren, or New New, hooked us up. And by the way LAPD is still looking for the three armed men who robbed that bank, if you know anything call 1-800-SNITCH."

"Yeah and I know black folks don't swim or can't swim but there's only a handfull of niggas in that pool. Why come to a pool party if you're not going to swim?"

"Shut it up Talk Too Much shut that shit up!"

"Aye E let's go swimming," Yella said while filming "aye y'all I'ma get my nigga E and shorty right here in that pool. But first, let's get ole boy out the water."

"Uh he's the pool boy. So he has every right to be in there," she spat.

"Yeah whatever Tamesha no one was talking to you."

"My name is Tomica by the way."

"Ain't that what I said?"

"Get yo ass on somewhere."

"No you need to take yo ass on somewhere!"

"The fuck you say bitch?" I asked.

"You heard me! What you got those big ass ears for nothing?"

"Hey let's go swimming guys," Lauren interrupted. "Hey Ren, Dre, let's go swimming. We just got to get E's stubborn ass in."

"Here I am baby oh, you've got the future in your hands. I've done a lot of foolish things that I really didn't mean."

"Are you guys coming?" she asked while getting in.

"I mean I don't know baby because swimming ain't my thing," I said.

Yella dropped the camera and jumped in.

"Fuck this shit, I'm in!" he yelled.

"So you got a boyfriend or something?" I asked Tomica.

"Maybe," she smirked.

|Third Person|

Thirty minutes later, Sneeze and Talk Too Much offered to host a wet t-shirt contest and everyone got drunk as hell.

"Aye let me get Eazy's camcorder first. Hell I want to make sure I get this shit on camera."

"Antonie Carraby," said a masculine voice "put that damn camera down."

He looked up and turned the camera off as quick as a flash. "Yes sir," he said.

"And I need the rest of N.W.A. right here, right now. The party is over for you guys, you have things to do, a track to complete."

"Jerry how did you-"

"Don't worry about how I found out. Eric Lynn Wright, let's go!" he yelled.

"What up Jerry? What took you so long to find us?" Eric chuckled.

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