A Ruthless Life • Eazy-E & Aaliyah

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It's finally the end of 1994. I'm so ready for a brand new year. Like I always say, another year, another million. I fired Jerry and is currently looking for someone to replace him. Cube, Ren, and Yella are still down with the N.W.A. reunion but we cant get in touch with Dre's stubborn ass. It's cool though, I'm looking for someone to replace him too if N.W.A. does get back together. One monkey wont stop a show.

I'm in the studio with Ren. We just recorded another track for my album and its called Tha Muthaphukkin Real. The song is dope I can't lie. I must admit, it feels good to be back in the studio with Ren. The old days are coming back slowly but surely.

The first album is damn near complete. Just got to finish writing and recording a few more songs then it's time to start working on the second one. This double album is about to be fire and I'm not just saying it because it's my album. I really put a lot of time and effort into this project. My fans have waited way too long to hear some new music from the E. I just been too busy working with my proteges that I forgot about my own music.

There's two diss tracks on the first album. One is for Death Row Records and the other is for Tracy. I also threw a little shade towards Dre on Ole School Shit. The diss track I wrote for Tracy is called My Baby'z Mama and I can't for the world to hear it. I'm going to expose her ass and those fags at Death Row.

1995 is going to be another good year for me and Ruthless Records. I have a lot of new shit ready to pop off and I plan on signing more undiscovered talents to my label. I played Tha Muthaphukkin Real in the studio after me and Ren finished recording it. I remember when I didn't want to be a rapper but I'm glad I gave it a shot. In my opinion, the best thing about being an artist is listening to your own shit. "I'm the greatest," I thought to myself as the song played. Minutes later I started coughing.

I met a chick named Stephanie a few months ago and we've been messing around ever since but I kept her on the downlow. I even took her to New York with me. She was in the studio with me and heard me coughing.

"Eric, what's wrong baby?" 

I kept coughing and then stopped. 

"I just got a cold. I probably got sick when I was in New York because it was so cold there. Or maybe it's just my bronchitis." 

I started to cough again. 

"Do you need any water?" she asked.

"I'm good baby," I said.

I gave her a kiss on the lips. After we left the studio, I dropped her off at her house then I went home.

-Aaliyah's POV-

Lately, Eric has been acting different. I mean really different. Sometimes I dont even know who the hell he is anymore. He barely takes me out now. I can't remember the last time we had a date.

He comes home late as fuck almost every night. His days in the studio are getting longer and longer. It's hard to talk to him now because he's always off in his own world when I try to have a conversation with him; which just means that he's physically present but his mind is not there. Now, you might as well call me a single mom because it feels like I'm raising Dominick by myself.

Eric has even stopped noticing me. He comes home and heads straight to bed then wakes up the next morning and heads to work without even speaking to me. Whenever I bring this to his attention, he changes the subject and sometimes even call me jealous and insecure.

I dont want him to know, but him not showing me any attention anymore has caused my self-esteem to drop. I understand that he's a busy man but if he so call love me, he can always make time for me. I'm not stupid and he's not stupid. I've been piecing this together since he started working with Bone Thugs because that's when his personality started to change.

I have a gut feeling that Eric is cheating on me. If he is then I need to blame myself. I'm the one that got into an almost 5 year relationship with him knowing that he has a reputation.

I dont want to believe it because I love Eric and that's why I put up with his bullshit for so many years.

I didn't want to tell anyone, but ever since me and Eric got together, we've had so many problems and they've gotten worse these last couple of months. We constantly kept arguing about his multiple baby mamas and kids and his bullshit. 

Even though it may seem like it, but my relationship is not peaches and cream.
People think that I'm the luckiest girl in the world because I'm dating Eazy-E. His obsessed female fans think that because he's handsome and charming that he's the perfect guy. No m'am. He is sweet and down to earth dont get me wrong, but he's not boyfriend material.

I found this out back in 1992.

I'm always home alone and lonely. I also receive a lot of hate from his female fans.
I stay to myself and I keep my personal life private but yet somehow I get bashed daily by women who wants Eric but can't have him.
I receive most of this hate from his ex Tracy. It's obvious that she's jealous of me and she wishes that she was me.

My son keeps me company but I'm not dating my son and I can't have sex with my son. I'm dating Eric. Since we got together, I have been faithful and honest with him. We promised each other that we wouldn't keep any secrets no matter how bad it hurts. And I'll be damned if Eric is back to his old self and is cheating on me while I'm at home being a faithful girlfriend and good mom to his kid. I can't even focus on my music thanks to his ass.

It's 2:35 in the morning and Eric is finally home. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, then went to bed. I'm so sick of this. Not only does he come home late as hell but he doesn't even cuddle with me.

"So how was your day?" I asked. 

"Good, and yours?" he replied. 

"My day was okay. Just tired of being lonely. So who is she?" 

He turned around and asked "who is who?" 

   "Eric dont play me like a fool. We grown, we aint kids. Just tell me who you messing with and then we can call it a truce."

"Look man dont start that shit aight?
I aint got time for it. I aint messing with nobody you just so insecure. It's late as fuck and I'm tired as hell. So let me get some sleep."

He rolled over and went to sleep.

       "Son of a bitch," I thought to myself.