! BOOK ONE OF THE NAS TRILOGY !
In building 40-16 of Queensbridge North Housing, Nasir Jones steps up as the man of the house. Looking after his mother and brother, Jabari, he's hungry for a way out. His back is against the wall after the loss of hi...
"You know I take from both of y'all shit, right?" I divided my gazes between Biggie and Ghostface. The camera crew surrounded us with cameras as if some shit was going to pop off amongst us. We were grown men and if there was a problem, it would've been solved in the streets, away from all of these fucking cameras.
"Nobody taking from anybody. If anything, y'all inspiring a nigga like me to keep up with y'all." I said with a laugh as I looked at both men. Wu stood firm behind their man as Bad Boy and Junior Mafia stayed seated. "It's a misunderstanding, God." Raekwon spoke behind Ghostface as he stepped forward.
"We ain't mean no disrespect, son. We thought you were biting Nas." Ghostface said honestly with his hand over his chest. "We fucks with you, we just saw some shit and said something. But, it's all love, baby."
Biggie extended his hand for a dap as Ghostface took it. "That's real." Biggie said as he looked him in the eye beneath his shades. "It's love this way. No doubt." Biggie said as their dap came to an end. Big leaned on the edge of his seat and turned to me.
"I'd keep an eye out on your Mobb niggas." Biggie nodded his head at Prodigy, who was standing behind me with a mug on his face and it was aimed at Snoop and his people. "Some shit might go down if he stares any harder." Big laughed as he dapped me up. "He's his own man. Just know if shit goes down, I'm with them." I laughed with him as our shoulders collided before pulling away from our pound.
October 1995 | 3:12pm
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"You hear the news?" Jungle hit me up on the hotel phone. I left him the number on his beeper when Gia and I landed in Miami. Gia had a shoot to attend and I had a studio session booked later on tonight. I was standing in front of the sliding door that lead out to the balcony of our hotel room.
I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I tightened the knot of my du-rag. "What news?" I asked Jungle. I hadn't been paying attention to anything but rolling this blunt up that laid on the nightstand, waiting for me to spark it.
"Ya' nigga rep Death Row now." Jungle cackled into the phone. "Suge bailed Pac out of jail." He added. "Shits all over the news up here. I thought you would've heard by now."
"Nah, man. I ain't hear shit until now." I said as I held the phone in my right hand after securely tightening the knot of my du-rag. I swiped the blunt off of the nightstand and put it between my lips.
"Word around is that he's looking for you. He thinks you still in the city." Jungle said on the other end of the line.
"Is that right?" I smirked to myself as I patted my pants for a lighter. I didn't feel shit in my pocket. I sighed to myself as Jungle carried on with the conversation.
"Yeah. So, you going to go see what he's on or what?" Jungle asked eagerly. "You know I'll ride with you." He said with the heart of a brave nigga.
"No doubt. I'm actually flying out to California next month after Gia's birthday. Dre wants to work with me." I said to my baby brother. "Kill two birds with one stone, right?" I said with a smile as I noticed the lighter was in the covers the entire time.
