A Ruthless Life • Eazy-E & Aaliyah

Straight Outta Compton

Now that N.W.A. is moving up, we aren't recording our music in my parents' garage. We are currently at a real studio in Torrance, CA working on our next album, Straight Outta Compton.

N.W.A. and the Posse was a hit, and I know that Straight Outta Compton will be even better. Everyone except Yella, will have their own solo track. Cube knows that I never intended to be a rapper so of course I dont really know how to write my own rhymes right now.

He's writing my shit for now but eventually I'll get the hang of it and start writing for myself. Ren got in the soundbooth and started to record one of his solo tracks.

"Ruthless, plenty of that and much more  so at the party, Ren is controlling the floor that you step and do your dance routine it aint a dream my man you're in a gangsta scene. With a villain doin damage on a 24 track with no confusion to finish my conclusion rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat."

"I go to the party, I hip, I hop the spot.
I dont know what is but the girls get hot. Perspirin' like they're on fire and their so called boyfriends with em are retiring. And for this reason I'm a walking threat so when I'm on stage I want quiet on the set."

Minutes later, Dre got in and started spitting some rhymes from his solo track.

               "I'm expressing with my full capabilities and now I'm living in correctional facilities. Cause some dont agree with how I do this, I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist. I'm dropping flavor, my behavior is hereditary..... Don't be another sequel."

He sampled "Express Yourself" by Charles Wright. Cube and Ren are writing the lyrics for this album while Dre and Yella are producing the beats. It was my turn to get in the soundbooth. Since Boyz-n-the-Hood, I've gotten a lot better with my flow. I just dont write my own lyrics but I'll get to that when the time comes.

"I dont drink brass monkey, like the beat funky. Nickname Eazy-E, yo 8 ball junkie. Bass drum kicking to show my shit. Rap a hole in my dick boy I dont quit. Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way.
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave. Rolling through the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up some noise. Police on my drawers I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and its freezing my balls."

Dre just produced a dope ass beat but we have no lyrics to go with it.

The phone began to ring, Yella answered.

           "Hello?"

The voice on the other end responded, "hi. May I speak to Eric please?"

          "Sure. Who's calling?" he asked.

           "Tracy."

Yella gave to phone to me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

           "It's Tracy."

     "Hello?"

          "Hey E how is the recording session going? I miss you," she said.

          "Everything is running smooth. Dre just produced a dope ass beat but we dont have any lyrics to go with it."

          "Ok well just checking on you. Call me when you get home," she said.

          "Aight."

I hung up the phone and heard Dre outside yelling but I dont know who he was yelling at.
I stepped outside to see what was going on. Then Cube, Ren, and Yella followed. Dre was arguing with his girlfriend. They have one child together and they both live with his aunt.