Just a book of some random Nas imagines. Might add in some special requested people or any other celeb I think needs some appreciation.
First book ever so bare with me😂
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[Sorry y'all for the unannounced hiatus. School was tearing me up, but I'm back right now. I got into my dream school--FAMU, and I plan on continuing writing while focusing on my studies. So, yeah! On to the story.]
Sometime during the '90s ...
"Yo, let me get some of that top shelf Alize you got. And don't be skimping me, young."
"Everything I serve is top shelf, Larron." I spewed back.
It was 1 am and I was already fiending to go home although the night was just getting started. After quitting my retail job at Saks Fifth, I needed a way to cover my acting classes. So, my uncle, Lamont put me on as a bartender at one of his clubs in Queens. It may not be the fanciest club in the borough, but Uncle L has connections to the right people who could turn this place into the hottest spot across all of New York City. As a promotional effort, the club hosts shows for native NYC rappers such as The Wu-Tang Clan, DMX, Biggie, Lil Kim, and even Nas. All the big rap names and even more underground artists were here to showcase their skills on the mic, so tonight was extraordinarily busy.
Lil Kim had just performed "Crush on You". The breath pants from thirsty niggas were louder than the cheering heard. An influx of horny men and out of breath women approached the bar, eager to order something refreshing.
After about 30 minutes, the bar had settled down and I was back to wiping things down. That's when a manly aroma graced my nose, and I sensed the presence of an angelic man standing before me. It was Nas. To everyone else he was just a rapper from around the way whose name had become recognized around the country. To me, he was my relief of the night. Every month or so he would drop by the club. He'd greet fellow rappers, toy around with some groupie girls, bless the mic with a few lyrics amongst other things. But, for me, he'd always approach the bar and chop it up.
Nas has no regards for my boyfriend I had back at home. He knew I wasn't happy in my relationship, so he didn't respect it. After asking about my week and making sure I was doing well mentally, he'd begin to make romantic gestures towards me every chance he got.
These blue lights make you look real good, mama.
When you gone fuck wit a real nigga, Paris?
Whenever you ready to get treated right, you got my cell, sweetheart.
The flirting never stopped with him. I have to admit, I loved his grind. He saw something he wanted and no matter who was in his way, he was gonna try to get it. But I was holding out. My man might be a cheating dog and all, but I felt that it was above me to ever cheat on him.
"What's good, mama? How you?" He asked.
"Hey friend! Long time no see. I've been well though." I replied.
"That's cool, that's cool. I been on the road you know? Tryna be worldwide, you feel me?"
