When I was staying in jersey my next door neighbor, young black man... used to sling to all the mexicans around my way, I had a mall job and would see this nikka walking thru the mall with different bytches... just doing his thing, dude had two kids by a rican chick and missed her like crazy...we would get fukked up and he would tell me how he fukked up...his babymom got 5 sisters and 3 of em got the nicest faces and bodies you will ever see on a woman, one (the youngest) was giving him play, she worked at a walgreens type joint and he would give her rides to work in his bm's car... before she got out the car once she gave him a kiss...little did they know another sister was nearby in her car watching that shyt...
Nosey ass sister runs home and tell her mom what she saw...they call my nikka's babymom...she packed up and left with the kids within a few hours, by the time he came home from work, he found a letter, she turned his phone off (in her name) dude knocked at my door to call her..she didn't answer, called her parents ...got called a bytch ass nikka who will never see his kids again. Dude broke down right there on my stoop, I went and got some cognac and told him stop tripping, you fukked up but you ain't murder nobody...time heals all wounds (shyt like that)...that entire winter we killed the block, caught almost every fiend that came around the way, when it started to get warm, my nikka had a car and a few bytches, but every night he was sad, on my stoop talking about how he missed his kids and babymom, every once in a while they would come by and visit and you would see dudes mood change this nikka would glow when they came by...after a while she agreed to come home, but under one condition, he couldn't serve ready rock with me anymore
dude got his family and his job back

, shorty even cut his phone back on..they got on the schedule of having date nights and taking the kids to the park, he would get fukked up with me on the weekends, money was slow at the job, every friday he would bring a fiend from work around the way and I would let him serve him, one friday morning this nikka came to my house distraught... with no fiend, I ask him "what's going on" he asked "do you got some bud.. Its some wild shyt happening right now" I roll up and sat on the stoop with him, dude says "I went thru her phone and found that she been texting this nikka"
"I was about to call his ass and ask what the fukk was going on and tell dude don't call my girl no more but she would know I called from her phone"
"I was gonna call from my phone but she might hear me..."
so being a smart dumb nikka he jots the number down and walks to a pay phone on the side of the corner store and calls dude
Rican nikka: yo who dis?
My nikka: yo why you calling my girl?
RN: nikka gtfoh with that bullshyt, who is your girl?
MN: dude you texted her last night at 10...are you fukking my girl?
RN: lol nikka I'm fukking alot of nikka's girl ...which one is yours nikka
(Room full of people burst out in laughter in the background)
MN: *hangs up*
