For a while it took me a minute to find a spot to set Ruthless up but I finally found something in LA. I had over $900,000 in drug money saved up to start this. Dre, Yella, and I worked together to get everything set up. The only sad thing is that I won't be living in Compton anymore. But I got Mercedes and I a nice little house a few blocks away from Ruthless.
"Damn man I can't believe you really about to do this shit" said Ren in the passenger seat.
"I know seems like shit like this only happen to white people"
"or rich ass dope boys"
We both busted out on laughter. Ren was right though. Never in my years on this earth did I think I was going to own my own record company. As I parked in front of Ruthless, Yella and Dre were already standing outside waiting for us.
"Ren this is Dre and Yella...Yella, Dre this is my homie Ren" I said introducing them as we both got out the car.
"Nice to meet ya'll" said Ren
"Nice to meet you too man" said Dre
"Well come on in Ren so we can give you a tour of the place" said Yella
We all went into ruthless, where we went through a narrow hallway with mirrors on both sides. The carpet was red and black and at the end of the hallway was a check in desk with the Ruthless logo on the wall behind it.
"Let us show you the upstairs" I said
We got on the elevator to the upstairs part of Ruthless. When the door opened we walked down a hall with light blue carpet and white walls. At the end of the hall on the left side was a door.
"This is the room that we are going to call the kick back room" said Dre opening the door.
The floor was red, the walls were red, where was a big screen TV, a black snake curved couch, a bar, and a white rug on the floor.
"YO ! THIS SHIT IS DOPE !" yelled Ren
"You think this is dope wait til you see the studio" said Dre
We walked out of the room and to the studio that was right next door.
"Damn ya'll got shit set up already" said Ren looking at the equiptment.
We had the sound booth with the mic ready to go, we got the turn tables, mics drums, you name it. Just then Dre's pager goes off. He takes it out his pocket and looks at it.
"Cube" he mumbles
"Come on I got someone I want ya'll to meet" says Dre
We all go outside and there's a red low rider parked in front of Ruthless someone leaning against it.
"Sup Dre Sup Yella" said a brown skin nigga with dope boy forces on, gray sweat pants, a black shirt, jeri curls, with a radiers hat on.
"Wuz good Cube" says Dre
"Wuz up man" says Yella
"Aye Cube this is Eric and Ren" says Dre introducing us to him
"Sup ya'll I'm O'Shea but ya'll can call me Ice Cube"
"Sup you can just call me Cas" I said shaking his hand
"Me and Cube go way back he's the best god damn lyricist from Compton" said Dre
"Best one you know nigga" said Cube smirking
"Whatever nigga anyways the first thing we need to do to get Ruthless up and running is we need to find us some acts"
"Speakin of acts I got one for ya he calls himself the Doc" said Cube
"Well shit have him come down to the studio so we can hear him he got some tracks?" I said
"Yeah he got a couple"
"Ight coo tell em come by"
"Ight I'll have him here tomorrow" said Cube
YOU ARE READING
A Compton Story Book 1
FanfictionBeing in Compton wasn't the easiest thing for me but until I got that shot of success it all changed. I became big. I started buy things that no average muthafucka in Compton could afford. I was living the good life until I was wrapped up in women...
