Sheisty by T.N. Baker Page A
Authors: T.N. Baker
Tags: Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Domestic Fiction, African American women, N.Y.), Urban Life, Queens (New York, African American Women - New York (State) - New York, Inner Cities - New York (State) - New York, Prostitutes - New York (State) - New York
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it cause I'm the one laying up in his crib, making runs with him, counting his money, moving 500 X pills a week at Honey's for his ass, and fucking him anyway he wants it. I'm that down ass bitch that, that thug ass nigga needs by his side.
So, if he wants to fuck with Epiphany still, I ain't 'gon sweat it, 'cause he dropped her ass off for a reason and came back to Quiet Storm that night, to holla at me. When I seen him with Epiphany, I was just gonna fall back, but her nigga chose me. So like Snoop Dog said, " It ain't no fun if my homie can't have none ." Let the games begin; for once the shoe is on the other foot. The shit I put up with from Epiphany all these years, she better be glad all I'm doing is fucking her man.
I should've beat her ass on several occasions a long time ago. Like that time when we were 17 and she fucked Curtis Jacobson just to get back at his boy Dre for doing her dirty. She knew I was crazy about Curtis. I use to love the ground that boy walked on and even though he wasn't feeling me, she still violated our friendship rule. Talk about being hurt; I was crushed, but I let it slide. Then there was times where she used to try and play me around a bunch of niggas 'cause I ain't have as much as she did so the bitch would give me clothes--nice shit she didn't want and Keisha couldn't fit. Around guys, Epiphany always got a lot of the attention, but that wasn't enough. She'd say shit like "Girl them jeans I gave you fit nice. Did the other things fit good too?" Like the ho ain't seen me all fucking day to ask me that shit in private. I would get so embarrassed until I got use to it. Keisha would always do what Epiphany told her to do, but I wasn't having that bullshit and she couldn't stand it.
The girl got something against people who live in the projects too. She thinks she's better, but if her father didn't hustle hard to get that house in a neighborhood that's still the hood, she'd probably be my next-door neighbor. What it all boils down to is this: I had enough of her and even though Keisha never did anything but look out for me, she's Epiphany's friend first. The bitch barely came to see her when she was knocked up, but who did she ask to be the godmother and maid of honor, not me . It's best that I just keep my distance from both of them bitches for a while.
I picked up the phone to call Chasity; I've been so caught up with C-God I ain't really been fucking with her. I know she's mad.
"Hello," Chasity answered.
"What's up Chass, I miss you."
"Oh yeah, you miss me now? So is this how it's gonna be, every time you get a little dick in your life? What, you just 'gon push me off to the side?" she asked.
"Listen, C-God and my relationship is not just about sex and you need to stop tripping cause it ain't like I don't put you down.
You enjoy getting high for free and his dick too. Me and you is me and you, but I told you from the door, dick and hustling is something I ain't never giving up," I said, setting the record straight.
"So he be paying you?" Chasity asked.
"Hell yeah, that's the only reason why I ain't been coming to Honey's to dance. I be in the bathroom pushing that Dr.
Feelgood hard, 'bout 300 or more ecstasy pills at $30 a pop in less then a week. That's 9g's and out of that I get a bullshit lil' $1,500. But I need his ass right now cause I'm trying to get my own hustle going through his connect. I'm stacking my dough too, so I can get a whip and come pick you up from the club sometimes. But anyway, what's up for tonight, lets go hang out," I suggested, knowing that would increase the peace between us.
"A'ight, there's this nice all girl spot on the Westside of Manhattan." Chasity said.
"That's what's up, I'll meet you there at 11 p.m."
EPIPHANY
If I would've known a couple of weeks apart would have made shit this good between me and C-God, I would have started a fight with him when he first started to fuck up. Tonight, we're hanging out in the city. I'm gonna rock my leather
So, if he wants to fuck with Epiphany still, I ain't 'gon sweat it, 'cause he dropped her ass off for a reason and came back to Quiet Storm that night, to holla at me. When I seen him with Epiphany, I was just gonna fall back, but her nigga chose me. So like Snoop Dog said, " It ain't no fun if my homie can't have none ." Let the games begin; for once the shoe is on the other foot. The shit I put up with from Epiphany all these years, she better be glad all I'm doing is fucking her man.
I should've beat her ass on several occasions a long time ago. Like that time when we were 17 and she fucked Curtis Jacobson just to get back at his boy Dre for doing her dirty. She knew I was crazy about Curtis. I use to love the ground that boy walked on and even though he wasn't feeling me, she still violated our friendship rule. Talk about being hurt; I was crushed, but I let it slide. Then there was times where she used to try and play me around a bunch of niggas 'cause I ain't have as much as she did so the bitch would give me clothes--nice shit she didn't want and Keisha couldn't fit. Around guys, Epiphany always got a lot of the attention, but that wasn't enough. She'd say shit like "Girl them jeans I gave you fit nice. Did the other things fit good too?" Like the ho ain't seen me all fucking day to ask me that shit in private. I would get so embarrassed until I got use to it. Keisha would always do what Epiphany told her to do, but I wasn't having that bullshit and she couldn't stand it.
The girl got something against people who live in the projects too. She thinks she's better, but if her father didn't hustle hard to get that house in a neighborhood that's still the hood, she'd probably be my next-door neighbor. What it all boils down to is this: I had enough of her and even though Keisha never did anything but look out for me, she's Epiphany's friend first. The bitch barely came to see her when she was knocked up, but who did she ask to be the godmother and maid of honor, not me . It's best that I just keep my distance from both of them bitches for a while.
I picked up the phone to call Chasity; I've been so caught up with C-God I ain't really been fucking with her. I know she's mad.
"Hello," Chasity answered.
"What's up Chass, I miss you."
"Oh yeah, you miss me now? So is this how it's gonna be, every time you get a little dick in your life? What, you just 'gon push me off to the side?" she asked.
"Listen, C-God and my relationship is not just about sex and you need to stop tripping cause it ain't like I don't put you down.
You enjoy getting high for free and his dick too. Me and you is me and you, but I told you from the door, dick and hustling is something I ain't never giving up," I said, setting the record straight.
"So he be paying you?" Chasity asked.
"Hell yeah, that's the only reason why I ain't been coming to Honey's to dance. I be in the bathroom pushing that Dr.
Feelgood hard, 'bout 300 or more ecstasy pills at $30 a pop in less then a week. That's 9g's and out of that I get a bullshit lil' $1,500. But I need his ass right now cause I'm trying to get my own hustle going through his connect. I'm stacking my dough too, so I can get a whip and come pick you up from the club sometimes. But anyway, what's up for tonight, lets go hang out," I suggested, knowing that would increase the peace between us.
"A'ight, there's this nice all girl spot on the Westside of Manhattan." Chasity said.
"That's what's up, I'll meet you there at 11 p.m."
EPIPHANY
If I would've known a couple of weeks apart would have made shit this good between me and C-God, I would have started a fight with him when he first started to fuck up. Tonight, we're hanging out in the city. I'm gonna rock my leather
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