Chapter 8 • Fuck Tha Police

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Mystery's POV

June 8, 1988

I got Dre to take me back to Ruthless today, but, what happened today, I'll probably never forget.

Ruthless Records

"Ayo Dre, when was the last time you've been arrested?" Cube asked.

"Yesterday." He says.

"You were arrested yesterday?" I ask.

"Hell yeah!" Eazy interrupts. "Man, you should've seen it! We were on the harbor freeway, took paintball shotguns out the car windows, and terrorized some nigga's and bitches on the freeway!"

"Man, before y'all got locked up, we were having a blast!" Ren says.

"But the police just had to ruin all of it," Cube complains. "Dre."

"What's up?"

"Check this out," He takes a quick pause before continuing. "Fuck Tha Police!"

"Nah man, you tripping," Dre replies.

"Come on man! Eazy, what do you say to the police when they arrest you and pat you down, and them sissys grab ya dick!"

"Fuck Tha Police!"

"Ren, what do you say to the police when they shot your brother, whom they thought had a gun but had a wallet instead!"

"Fuck you!" He yells.

"Mystery-"

"Don't even!" Dre quickly interrupts.

"Okay, but you get my point?" Cube asks Dre.

"Yeah I get your point, but this gon have everybody fucking trippin'!"

"So, let them hoes trip, that's on them!" Eazy says.

"Nah, I ain't bout to produce that kind of record!"

"Whatever!" Cube says, clearly disappointed.

Once Cube's rant about the song ended, Yella came back with some food.

"Aye, I got everything y'all wanted, except Mystery, I had no idea what you wanted, so I got you some fries and chicken nuggets."

"It's alright," I reassure, but I remember telling Yella specifically what I wanted.

As everyone settled down and ate, we heard some commotion going on outside.

We went out to see what was happening, but to our surprise, police cars were heading out way.

Once they pull up, the first cop gets out of the car and says, "Y'all nigga's supposed to be here?"

"Yeah we're supposed to be here, we work here," Eazy says.

"Oh, you work here? Yeah, I bet." The officer says.

He looks at me, then looks at everyone else, and asks me, "Ma'am, have these niggas hurt you?"

"No sir, this ar-"

"Save it. Chris," He says, pointing towards a white cop. "Take her into the car, make sure she doesn't have any warrants."

As the officer walks toward me, noticing that I'm very nervous, Dre immediately goes and says, "Aye man, I don't give a fuck if you're a cop or not, don't touch my little sister!"

"Get on the ground!" The first cop yells at them.

"Wait, what are we supposed to do with this?" Ren asks, still eating his food.

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