Brehs,
I had just come home off my first bid, did a little six month stretch and came home at the end of June in 2007. I was 19, about to be 20 in July. p*ssy rate was on 1000 so I was just runnin around fukkin all kinds of bytches before I had even found a job, car, anything. For like 2 months I was dead broke but gettin more p*ssy thrown at me than the average ballin nikka, so I could pick & chose which bytches I wanted to smash. I always been the type nikka where it's easy to get decent or above average p*ssy, but my numbers were just multiplied by doin that lil bit of time for some reason. Hoes was thirsty.
So I meet this lil bytch named LaSheekiyaat a Mickey D's where she worked one day, & jus bagged her on the humble. At the moment, I was thru fukkin wit hood rats, but shorty was like a rich girl hood rat. Ghetto as fukk, smoked, drank, still lived w her parents, but she had been to juvie a few times before she turned 18, and drove a Lex. At the time, her Ls was suspended, so she couldn't drive to see me, and I hadn't copped a car yet or reinstated my Ls so I couldn't drive to her. This is like 2 weeks after I'm home. I talked to her for like 2 days over the phone & MySpace and I already determined she was DTF.
So I'm all in. I thought the bytch kinda looked like Foxy Brown, plus she was from the islands (which shoulda been a dead giveaway that she was cray) but I got a weakness for them types, plus 9/10 the p*ssy be a missle so I went for it.
So we arrange for me to come over, blaze n kick it wit her one day when she had the crib to herself...I get a ride to the bytch house...this white bytch I was fukkin, wit a '06 Mustang had scooped me up & dropped me off, knowin I was goin to fukk another bytch. Anyways, I slide thru, we kick it for a lil bit...and I offer her to hit the L and she like "you cant smoke this shyt in here, go on the deck"...Mind you, this bytch stay in a big ass 3 level single family home, and her peoples all drive luxury cars, they just ghetto as fukk. So I obliged, and blazed out back. I come back in, and this bytch is sprayin air freshener in the crib, goin beserk like her crib smelled like trees (it didn't) so I calm her down, we get to politickin, and I get the head and smash. Grade A p*ssyhole.
My ride (the same one I called) ends up not bein able to pick me up until the next day, so I'm tight because I ain't wanna spend the night at shorty crib, and I live like 20 mins away. I called a few other heads and none of them could come out, so it's either wait for my ride tomorrow and stay the night, or walk home, which wasn't an option in the middle of July. Shorty had no problem lettin me stay the night, but I woulda had to be on some sneak shyt, since her peoples wouldn't allow her male company in her room. You know how a nikka is after a nut...I aint want to stay. So I end up fukkin staying, to my dismay...and quietly fukk her for the rest of her night while her moms & pops come home & is none the wiser.
The next day, my ride flakes again. So I'm tellin LaSheekiya like "yo, I gotta get the fukk up outta here & get home..." And she's like, "we can take my car...but you have to drive, my Ls is suspended." And I'm like fukk...iight, cool. I really ain't want to, cuz I was fresh out, wit no Ls, but I trusted my instincts. So the plan was for us to hop in her Lex, me to drop myself off at home, and she was gonna drive herself back home. We pull up on my block, and I see my mans standin out on the corner. You know how nikkas is when they see you wit a new bytch, he run up to the car like "Yo, she got friends?" So I hit him like "Yo son. Mattas fact, let me go shower & change and fukk it I'll see if she do, and we can both slide thru & smash em both or do whatever..." Shorty was wit it too so she waited for me in her car for half an hour, I get back in, scoop my man, and we head to the McDonalds where she works (near her crib) to holla at her homegirl & tell her to come fukk wit us when she get off. She agrees. It's the 2nd day I've been w the bytch, and her peoples ain't getting home for at least another good 8 hours, so it's plenty of time to scoop the bytch, bring her to LaSheekiya crib, and smash em both, maybe even try to tag team both them hoes. I'm all in.
I order a Big N Tasty combo, and get my mans some food to go too, and we hop back in the whip to wait at shorty crib for her friend to get off, (mind you, my man wasn't concerned w/LaSheekiya, pressing up on her, or even speaking to her, he wanted her friend...so what came next was completely unwarranted). We get like a mile away from her house, and shorty flips out of NOWHERE. Like one of them island broad rages and shyt (real nikkas know what I'm talmbout)
"GET OUT MY CAR! BOTH OF YOU! GET A RIDE HOME....DROP ME & MY CAR OFF AT HOME AND FIND UR OWN WAY HOME. fukk THAT shyt!
And I'm like"Yo........what? U was just cool wit the shyt 5 mins ago, you said ya friend could come thru n all dat...wtf?"
And she like"I SAID NO! fukk THAT shyt! TAKE ME HOME AND GET OUT MY CAR!!!"
And I'm like"Yo, shorty you know I ain't got no L...my rides is fakin & shyt, fukk it if u feel like that, let me jus drop me & my man off (we live on the same block) and you can carry ya ass home. I ain't supposed to be driving anyways, I just came home...don't put me in a fukked up position like that."
And shorty starts losing her shyt.
I immediately start gunning for my neighborhood, which is a good 20 mins away, b/c I know at some point, either the police gonna get involved or the bytch gonna try to pull some fukk shyt, so I'm just trying to get as close as possible to home. Not trying to walk 30 fukkin miles and shyt. Not in July. Not ever. fukk that. So I'm drivin, and this bytch starts randomly violently flailing and bucking against her seat, like a horse trying get a nikka up off him, swinging at air, cursing, and mixing patois w/profanity all at the same damn time, and my man in the backseat and I are just like![]()
So we're like 8 mins from my house, and we're coming up on the Magistrate's office. (Which is where most cats in my county go hit before they're booked into the country jail) it's like bookings pretty much...cops is ALWAYS parked DEEP out front. And JUST as we're passing the Magistrate's office, (which is on a 2-lane, both-directions-traffic road) this bytch reaches over and turns the key OUT of ignition as I'm doin like 35 MPH...RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE POLICE...Cursing and screaming up a storm. Not only did I almost crash the car if it weren't for my reflexes...but I'm without a L's, 2 weeks removed from jail, and I got a crazy bytch who probablly gonna get thr book thrown at me if it goes down like that. I have never hit a female in my life, and don't plan to...so what do I do? The only thing I could think of...
I calmly started the car, as all the cops looked on, (by the time she had turned the ignition, I was prolly about 50 feet away from the office, up the road...so it wasn't DIRECTLY in front of them, but they could the my car had stopped). I cursed the bytch out, tellin her how much of a stupid fukking bytch she is and could've almost got us killed, and how if I woulda got knocked for her pullin this dumb shyt I'd have her fukking head on a stick....and she started that flailing shyt again, only this time....the bytch unintentionally hit me in the midst of all that bucking & flailing...but I don't respond well to physical contact at all, and still, as a man who doesn't hit females, I'm thinkin bout puttin hands on her...but I had SOME sense of humanity. So as I drove, I off reflex, remembered the bag of Mickey D's in the backseat, reached back and grabbed it...took ONE bite out of that Big N Tasty, and took the bun off the top. Fresh soy meat, smothered in ketchup, mustard, pickle slices, and them lil fake ass chopped onions...I put the bottom of the burger in the palm of my left hand, steering with my right...cocked back, and caught this bytch SQUARE in the face wit that Ba-Dah-Bap-Bah-Bahhhh I'm lovin it. Splattered all over her fukkin face, car seats, window & hair. The bytch burst into tears, and ALL that crazy shyt went out the window...lmao.
The bytch was crying in Jamaican with onions and mustard dripping off her face. Earlier when I had pulled up to shower, I didn't pull directly in front of my crib, so I remembered that she didn't know EXACTLY where I stayed...It's a WalMart less than a mile from my crib, so I pulled up to the parking lot there, cursed the bytch out, and hopped out wit shorty saying "bu.....but......but how am I gonna get home?!?!" And HAULED ass wit my mans back home.
I didn't even step out the crib for like 2 weeks after that, I was so afraid she'd be riding by, wit the cops in tow...trying to identify me or my crib...I just KNEW I was going back to jail, and that she would find ways to exaggerate and embellish that shyt. But I looked back on it over beers & blunts for the rest of that summer, and from time to time, my mans would bring it up while we high like "Man....you remember that crazy bytch?" And I'd be like "Yeah, fukk that bytch....she had some GOOOOOD p*ssy tho. But yo...nikka......u know you'd prolly be dead if it wasn't for my reflexes and how I keep these hoes in check...?"
bytch was FURIOUS
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".I put the bottom of the burger in the palm of my left hand, steering with my right...cocked back, and caught this bytch SQUARE in the face wit that Ba-Dah-Bap-Bah-Bahhhh I'm lovin it."
shyt almost gave me a heart attack
at a Mickey D's where she worked one day, & jus bagged her on the humble. At the moment, I was thru fukkin wit hood rats, but shorty was like a rich girl hood rat. Ghetto as fukk, smoked, drank, still lived w her parents, but she had been to juvie a few times before she turned 18, and drove a Lex. At the time, her Ls was suspended, so she couldn't drive to see me, and I hadn't copped a car yet or reinstated my Ls so I couldn't drive to her. This is like 2 weeks after I'm home. I talked to her for like 2 days over the phone & MySpace and I already determined she was DTF.
So I'm all in. I thought the bytch kinda looked like Foxy Brown, plus she was from the islands (which shoulda been a dead giveaway that she was cray) but I got a weakness for them types, plus 9/10 the p*ssy be a missle so I went for it.

"Yo........what? U was just cool wit the shyt 5 mins ago, you said ya friend could come thru n all dat...wtf?"
"I SAID NO! fukk THAT shyt! TAKE ME HOME AND GET OUT MY CAR!!!"
"Yo, shorty you know I ain't got no L...my rides is fakin & shyt, fukk it if u feel like that, let me jus drop me & my man off (we live on the same block) and you can carry ya ass home. I ain't supposed to be driving anyways, I just came home...don't put me in a fukked up position like that."
. Havent ran through this story in years but i'll try and briefly put it down.
.She was always cute when we were younger but at age 7,8 that shyt dont matter...she was an actual dime when we grew up. So I add the fb, we do the wall to wall and eventually I get the MSN and we chat back and forth. She was cute but it was one of those where you aint even tryna hit because you dont see her that way.Also because I was an innocent virgin at the time.
, making me a skype account so we could videochat...all that. She was in highschool 5 star recruit mode.
. So at that point I was like lemme chill on that til a year or two down the road but I kinda clued her in on the fact I was consdiering getting it by accident. The way I am, I dont like to disappoint so now I felt obliged
. Broke student life. Ya boy took his winter break during university to grind from 6AM to 3PM in the meat factory I worked at during summers to pay for that shyt and have pocket money for utilities during school.
. Randomly for some reason she asks me how much I think she paid. I say 300 as a joke and shes like "are you crazy?" So I say 200...and shes like yea around there. Again I dont know how much jewels run for. So tell me how I go home after our date...and try the earrings on. I put them back in the case and see a tag with marker on that joint. Come to find out the price was not $200 but $99.99 and they were zirconias judging by the description on the tag. Now she had already lied to me about her virginity back when we first started talking and I recently found out. Now she was lying about this and I was like 
ok im good now...back to reading
I dunno what it is with these jamaicans)
dumb move on my part but I was 18...this was 12 years ago...i thought everything was ok (bein the innexperienced man I was) so a few weeks later she miss her period...so now im freakin out...I told her to get a pregnancy test...she says no
"...so my sis calls her up and rations with her....(I dont even believe in abortion, but I was so scared at that point i was considering it)
man I was this close to really knocking this chick out and tossing her lifeless body out her window
). But then that next morning, ya boy went to the meat factory for another shift and it was eating a way at me. I'm loading conveyor belts with big ass porkbellies, taking the bus home smelling like maple smoked bacon and shyt and I'm thinking to myself that it simply isnt right for me to be slaving partially for her while she out there lying and shyt. Also, we were busy i guess so we hadnt talked for 2-3 days.
. Shes like "I missed you, we havent spoke in so long
." I drop the bomb saying how the earrings did in fact say $99 and how as a result I dont know if i can accept them. Something along those lines and how they shouldnt go to waste so she should give them to her brother. She was mad, man I felt the recoil from that ether I served her. I immediately felt like a dumbass because I really liked this chick.
. Man I havent recollected this story but smmfh looking back at this dumb shyt.
. I didnt expect that reaction to my innocent plead of forgiveness. Fast forward we were talking, I kinda calmed her down and then I said something about how I feel like she's being judgmental acting like I have no people skills and saying I'm a snob. I mean damn. That created a silence. She asked for a break the next day (it was a break up looking back). And then we were never the same.



i laughed real tears....
and she put the blade to her wrist. I took it from her, hugged her, kept packing and left.
ARE YOU SERIOUS FA REAL?
When it came down to what really mattered though, she folded.