Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
September 30, 1994
~DeVanté's P.O.V~
"I been seeing y'all walk around each other not saying shit. Especially yo ass. Y'all broke up or some shit?" Pac said snickering.
I released the smoke from my nose. "Fuck her. We wasn't ever a thing."
"Shittt, could of fooled me." Pac laughed and started coughing from the hard hit I took. "Everytime y'all see each other its some shit and a cold shoulder."
"Could of fooled me with y'all. Y'all was tight as hell. Had all of us fooled for a minute. Thought she was a hoe." I chuckled underneath my breath.
"Nah, I ain't ever seen her with nobody in that way and ion think me and her 'a ever work. She fly and got her shit together but nahh. It's strictly friends and business. Why you say fuck her though?" Pac passed me back the blunt.
"Because fuck her. She ain't shit. Took all my shit and gon' get mad at me like I'm the one in the wrong. She the one thievin'. Shit don't make no type of sense. I'm tired of you niggas keep bringin' her up. New subject 'cause she ain't it." I shrugged.
"I believe you."
I sat up, looked at Pac then at the blunt in disbelief. "You spiked this shit or somethin' because I think I'm tripping HARD!?"
"I believe you big eared nigga. Perch up yo ears fuckin' K9!" He said laughing. "You know ion do no other shit but weed, nigga! Can't say that for you though. Did you pop a few or somethin' because you is kinda trippin'." Pac raised his eyebrow at me.
"Finally, a motha'fucka who believe me! My own damn brother ain't believe me! That's crazy..." I trailed of shaking my head at him ignoring all the other bullshit he said. I hear what the fuck I want to hear!
"Why wouldn't I? You said she stole yo shit and I believe you. Shit, ion put nothin' past nobody!"
"Shit, at least somebody don't. People trust everybody. Tsk tsk, you can't be doing that in these streets or industry, I learned that the hard way. Andre Harrell taught me that with the shit he pulled." I shook my head.
"What she steal though?" He asked me.
"Why everybody keep askin' me that?" I said irritated. "Shit don't fuckin' matter. The point is she stole MY SHIT, niggah!" I laughed. "Fuck her."
"Anyways, did yo ugly ass get somethin' down yet?" Pac asked me and I looked at him confused. "The music nigga!"
"Oh! I'm quick on that shit. You know dam well I got somethin' down. If you wanna get technical, I'm done. Got that shit down pack." I slouched back on the couch.
"Fuck you here then nigga!?"
"Because I'm DeVanté motha'fuckin' Swing, I can do what the fuck I wanna do. Not you or some other motha'fucka gon' tell me I can't."
"Nigga, you got a whole label and people depending on yo ass. Do yo job and stop fuckin' aroun'!" He raised his voice.
"I do what the fuck I'm supposed to do. Me and the people under my label gets shit done, no matter what time of day it is. WE GET SHIT DONE. YOU BEST BELIEVE THAT! I may party and shit but I still do my job nigguhh." I pointed at him. We got a bunch of music in the works. Shit, we even got some completed. It's just hard to release that shit because the way the industry works. "You know how the industry work! Shit, you having trouble yo'self with yo peoples."
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