No Love Allowed (A TUPAC & JADA STORY)

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"Nah Fuck her, she know better." Tupac muttered to Dre who was smacking on Cheetos.

He laughed slightly, "You too controlling man"

"Dre you one to fucking talk, if I was Michel'le I would be scared to come the fuck home." Dre glared at Pac while he laughed, "Don't give me that look nigga, you know you hell."

"Man she just weak, if it was an issue she would've left me. You got a good one though don't let that go to waste."

"Damn you want my bitch or some?" Pac said jokingly.

"Jada fine as hell, I don't know yet." Dre smirked just to see Pac's reaction.

Pac pierced his eyes through Dre's, "Nigga you know I will fuck you up in this hospital bed, chill out with that."

"I'm just playing, everyone know not to touch her. If you want to keep her, you just can't be controlling when you haven't attempted to take her serious yet, now when you actually ask her to be your girlfriend, that ain't none of my fucking business." Dre laughed while going in to dap Pac up.

"I've always been like this though, she knows I don't want her messing with anyone, all of her attention need to be on me."

"Has she always listened to you though?"

"Hell nah. Hard headed ass."

Dre shook his head, "Well you know what you need to do then."

Pac sighed, "I don't want to be held down right now though. I was fucking on one girl for years, I don't need to do that again right now."

"Take a page out of my book then."

Pac smacked his lips, "Nigga Ion wanna be like you."

Dre laughed again.

"Naw how's the family doing though?"

"They ain't called to check on you?" Dre said.

"No I been out the loop. I just see them on TV, talking about how they gone fuck Bad Boy up, I wanna be apart of that shit so bad though."

Dre smacked his lips, "Man no you don't. When the time comes, I'm out of Deathrow."

Pac gave him a look, "For what?"

"Shit ain't right Pac. You will see."

Pac gulped, "What you talking about? That's our family."

Dre shook his head, "I just don't even want to do music anymore at this point, I rather produce. N.W.A was enough for me, this shit is the last straw."

"What's going on Dre?"

He stayed silent.

"Oh so you just gone save yourself and get out but leave me hanging?"

Dre chuckled, "I signed an NDA. You just joined the group, so you will have fun at first, but after while he gone show you his true colors."