Weeks went by and shit was still the same.
I was still on the streets selling dope, making money, not having enough time for my social life. Same shit different day. After working with my last client, I received a call. I was told that Dre was arrested for speeding and doesn't have any money to bail himself out. Dre is my homie and I definitely have the money to bail my dawg out.

I headed over as fast as I could and bailed him out. I met him in front of the Compton Courthouse.

           "I knew you was my nigga E," he said as he approached and hugged me. 

"You know you can always count on me Dre. So what they lock you up for?" I asked.

           "Man speeding. That's it. But thanks for looking out for me though."

        "Dre you need to chill on your driving man. You can't keep spending nights in jail just because you fast and furious. I was just done with my last client man and then I got a phone call saying that you got arrested so you know I had to get you out as soon as I could."

      "So how's life right now E? Well what I'm really saying is me and you need to get into this music business. Let's start our own shit. I'm done with Lonzo's ass."

             "Music? Nah man, you can do it but I can't. You got experience. You got this Dre."

            "Man if you can slang dope you can slang records E. You a genius, you got the mind for this shit. So let's start a label together."

            "A label? That's too far fetched Dre."

             "Man we got to get you out of this dope shit. This aint the life you want to live E. Just look at what happened to your cousin man, he was gunned down. Music is probably your only way out."

I had to think for a minute. Dre does make sense. I lost my cousin because of this shit and I don't want to end up like him. I do want to get out of this dope dealing shit but music though? I don't want to be a rapper, its just not for me man.

             "So what you thinking bout doing, the lil homie from Dooto's?" I asked.

             "Nah he already in a group. And you definitely dont rap and all I do is spin records," he replied.

Then I remembered that Ren got a nice flow and knows how to spit bars.

            "You know my lil homie Ren rap too."

Dre responded "aight man lets try to convince Ren to rap. Now we just need to name our label."

             "Sometimes people name their shit after theirselves or about the life that they live," I added.

           "That's a good idea man. I mean, what would you name this record label?"

I thought about this ruthless life that I'm living and came up with the perfect name.

          "Ruthless."