The Get Back • | Eazy E ● Nas ● The Game ● Nicki Minaj

| Prologue |

81st Precinct,

Brooklyn, NY

I watched DT Moore take a pack of Marlboro's out of his pocket of his black Trench coat, then adjusting his black fedora. He lit the cigarette and deeply inhaled before exhaling the smoke through his nostrils and speaking.

"If you are a smart man, you'd listen to me You need to watch yourself Eric" he bluntly stated.

He pointed with his index finger while is other hand held the lit cigarette. I coughed a bit from the smoke. I have bronchitis so this smoke wasn't helping. Dude must have caught the hint because he took three more drags before using the top of the desk to put the cigarette out.

These fucking handcuffs were squeezing the hell out of my wrist in the precinct.  Everything happened so fast so I can't even tell you how I ended up here. One minute I was home counting stacks in my condo in Brooklyn and then the next, I ended up in an interrogation room. I frowned at his comment, causing me to suck my teeth.

I shifted in my chair that I was currently handcuffed to. This room was dark and cold that held a scent of cigarettes smoke thanks to DT Moore and the scent of mildew. The only light we had was a small lamp that rested on top of the table. I've been sitting in this room for eternity, well that's at least what it felt like.

I tilted my head and eye-balled him up and down as I replied.

"Why should I listen to you, what the fuck makes you so different from any motherfucker in the street or those crackers you work for?"

DT Moore slowly sat up and leaned in my face. The desk lamp light flickered across his brown skin and dark brown intimidating eyes. He gave me a look of uncertainty as he leaned back in his chair while I stared him down, my eyes never leaving his. He folded his hands as he rested his right leg on top of his left leg, pausing before speaking to me.

"I tell you why you better listen to this. I quite frankly don't care if you get locked the Fuck up but I'm pretty sure you do right ?" He shot a look at me before speaking again. " you think that your that important that you can't go to jail ?

"I don't know" I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm some type of importance since Y'all seem to be so worried about what a nigga does with his bitch that y'all can't focus on getting y'all own dick sucked"

DT Moore shook his head as he stood up and started circling the desk with a sly smirk upon his well-aged face. He interlocked his fingers behind his back as he slowly circled around be before stopping in my face.

"I'll let that one slide" he snickered. "Just listen to me on this one. I know what I'm talking about Casual" He sarcastically said my street name as he stared me in my eyes for a brief second before blinking.

"I know enough shit about you to throw your ass under the jail, you will never have to worry 'bout being a freeman again so I advise you to listen closely for this is the only choice you truly do have"

I wasn't trying to hear shit he had to say. Honestly, I don't fuck with a lot of people only my main niggas Quan, and Tony. Only person that will possibly leave is Monae'.

Baby girl been riding for me since the first day I met her. She was perfect for a nigga of my caliber. Real sexy, classy, calm, cool, collective and about her money type of chick. My thoughts were smashed by the sound of Moore's raspy, deep voice, causing me to look up at him.

"... Eric, I know who is playing foul ball in your circle and I'll tell you, but before I do, your gonna have to trust me on this one... if you was smart you would listen but that's up to you"