Queen Bee

December 2004 (2)

After an extremely busy morning of gift opening, breakfast, and running around after four damn kids, I was finally getting some much needed shut eye on the couch. I had just gotten Lainey and Hai to settle down with Nate downstairs and watch a movie, while Des and Stevie were upstairs taking their naps. Knowing I only had about five more hours until Kim came to pick them up to take 'em to her mom's house for their Christmas, I figured my nap better be short lived so I could spend as much time as possible with the girls. Just as I was falling asleep though, I did wonder why the fuck Angel hadn't called Des yet to wish him a merry Christmas? That's super unlike her, she's usually always on the ball with that kind of stuff. 

Peeling my eyes open, I wondered if I should call her? Is she okay? What if somethings happened? But on the other hand... Do I really give a fuck if something did happen? Ugh. Yeah. Yeah I do. 

Stretching my arm out towards the coffee table, my fingers made contact with my phone. Sliding it closer to me, I secured my grip around it as I flipped it open and brought it towards my face. Finding her contact, I hit talk and swiftly moved it up towards my ear as I patiently waited for her to answer. 

"Hello?" She rasped, almost as if she was just waking up. Furrowing my brows together, confusion took over my brain. What the fuck is she doin' sleepin' at twelve in the afternoon? Why ain't she at her dads? Or Aidans?

"Yo, you good?" I asked with genuine concern. 

"I'm sleepin', Marshall, what the fuck do ya want?" She asked with annoyance riddled throughout her voice. 

"Uh, well it's Christmas, ya ain't talked to ya son all day, and it's twelve in the afternoon-" 

"It's not twelve in the afternoon?" She muttered to herself, trailing off for a moment almost as if she looked at her clock. "Oh fuck!" She yelped, the sound of covers being thrown off her littering the background as it seemed she scurried out of bed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Is he awake?! Can I talk to him now?!" She asked in an obvious panic. 

"Nah, he's nappin' now! What the fuck is you doin' layin' in bed all fuckin' day?! Why ain't ya at Aidan's or ya dad's?!" I yelled.

"I- I just ain't in New York right now, okay?! I forgot 'bout the time difference and it's only six am here!" She yelled back desperately. 

"Ya ain't in New York right now?! Where the fuck are you?!" 

"Uh-" She paused and I could already sense the attitude that was about to explode out of her. "That ain't none of ya business, actually." 

"Nah?! My wife's whereabouts ain't my business?!" 

"No! It isn't! And I'm not ya fuckin' wife, don't call me that! I ain't got Des right now so I'm allowed to do whatever the fuck I want while he's with you, aight?! Back the fuck up off me!" 

"Why? Whatchu hidin', Angel?" I seethed through gritted teeth. 

"I ain't hidin' nothin'!" 

"Nah? Where you at? You with Game?" 

"It doesn't fuckin' matter!" 

"Yeah..." I nodded. "You's with Game. Actin' like the lil' fuckin' whore you've always been, spreadin' your legs for anyone who looks in ya fuckin' direction! Even goin' as far as to ditch ya whole entire family on Christmas for ya dumb ass, lil' young ass fuckin' boyfriend-" 

"He's not my boyfriend!" She quickly blared through. 

"Ooh, right, 'course not. Forgot I'm talkin' to the bitch who could only ever fuckin' commit to my dick." I chuckled darkly. "Honestly, probably not though. Wouldn't doubt it if I endin' up findin' out you was cheatin' on my naive ass every time I was away-" 

"Are you fuckin' high right now?! Ya really think I ever had any mothafuckin' time to cheat on you?!"  

"Nah, nah I guess not. You was too busy bein' my housewife." I laughed once more. "I definitely did though." 

She paused, and all I could hear was her jagged breathing. "You cheated on me?" She asked quietly. 

"Nope. Wish I did, though. Had chicks comin' at me left and fuckin' right on tour, almost did a few times, but I just kept thinkin' how much I loved you, how I ain't wanna do that to ya again... What a waste of some good fuckin' pussy, huh? And all for the same mediocre shit I've been hittin' for fuckin' years at this point!" One last sadistic laugh rolled from my lips. 

She went silent once more and I could hear the sound of her faint cries and sniffles. "Fuck you, Marshall. Call me when Des wakes up and ONLY when Des wakes up, I ain't ever wanna fuckin' talk to you again." 

"Ooh, baby no, don't leave-" My sarcastic words were quickly cut off with a few beeps, telling me she had hung up. Laughing to myself, I snapped my phone closed, throwing it back on the coffee table as I sunk back down into the comfortable couch. "Stupid bitch." 

. . .

It was a few days later and I was fully aware Game was releasing his sixth and final single, Higher, for his album, which was set to drop next month. As hard as I tried, I wasn't able to get his record shelved, but I was able to stop a music video from being recorded for the track which I felt was at least half a win. How the fuck you gonna promote a single without a music video? You can't. And that's the fuckin' point. 

Even though it was only this single track that I was able to put a stop to the music video for, it was the most important one. Higher was the song where he allegedly has a bar about Angel, throwin' her name and her pussy around as if its somethin' to be proud of, as if it ain't somethin' the entire worlds already seen before. Fuck, most of the world probably even knows what it feels like at this point. Whatever. 

Throwing on the L.A. radio station I was told it was premiering on, I began listening intently as I started my drive over to Kim's to go get the girls for one last weekend sleepover before Des left in a few days. 

Turning left out of my residential area, I heard the host start to introduce the single. If it's gonna piss me off as bad as I think it's gonna, this dude better be keepin' his boys with him at all fuckin' times whenever I'm in L.A. next. 

"Aight, up next we got the first listen of The Game's hot new single, Higher, which from my understanding has been causing a lot of relationship rumours to be throwin' around about him and Angel, also known as 50 Cent's new protégé and Eminem's ex-wife. I guess only time will tell. Kick that shit!"  Only time will tell... Bullshit. It's Angel. She'll fuck anyone with a heartbeat. 

As the first round of the hook blared through my speakers, I immediately rolled my eyes, wanting so badly to just let out the loudest scream. He's really gonna rep G-Unit, Shady, and Aftermath all while he was fuckin' my wife?! G-Unit's his label, that's whatever, but Shady?! Fuckin' Shady?! I swear to god this motherfuckers just lookin' to get a fuckin' bullet straight to the dome! 

The second verse is what really caught me off guard. I always knew there was supposed to be a line about Angel, and I guess everyone else did too by the sounds of it, but the last two bars I really just did not see coming. "I got the lollipop if you wanna lick/Or you can take a ride on the magic stick."  

He's quoting her shit! He's quoting her shit and essentially spittin' in my fuckin' face as he does it! As my grip tightened on the steering wheel, I felt as my foot became heavy on the gas. If this motherfucker wants to run his mouth like that, aight. Two can play at that game. 

"Low ridin' with a hood rat or a grown woman/I'll do anything but I wont fuck Mariah/'Cause she got a fo'head just like Tyra/And I got Angel butt naked in bed/I can say what the fuck I want."

This motherfucker knows! He knows I fucked Mariah once and he's tryna clown on me! He's clownin' on me 'cause of Mariah and 'cause of Angel! I knew he was gonna say some shit about Angel, but I ain't have no fuckin' idea he was gon' say some shit about Mariah?! And I KNOW he's clownin' on me 'cause at the end he talks some shit 'bout sayin' whatever the fuck he wants! You fuckin' wish you could say whatever you wanted, Jayceon, but you're gonna be sadly mistaken when I run up in ya crib in the middle of the night with a fuckin' AK-47! Punk ass motherfucker!