The Dash Life

Aaliyah vs. Chicken Head Chick

"Dame, baby I'm gone get another drink are you okay?" she asked rubbing his arm. "Yeah boo, I'm good, I'll wait for you." He said smiling, kissing her lips, he lean and tap her butt and she smirked looking back sticking her tongue out.

"Don't let no nigga up on you" he smirked, and Aaliyah laughed, "Should say the same to you about these chicks" she shouted over the loud hip hop music.

Aaliyah got to the bar and waited her turn, meanwhile Damon at the table chilling bobbing his head to the music, as he sips his cup of vodka.

He still doing so while looking at the crowd dance. He couldn't wait to get down there with his woman to tear it up. As he cheesing at some of his homies, dancing with women, some girl stepped in his view.

He put his cup down. "Excuse you.." he said abruptly. The girl was a dark skinned black woman, with a grungy brown lace front wig, she had buck teeth and Damon was shaking his head in disgust.

"Is that any way to treat or talk to a lady?" she asked sitting up on the table. "Girl take your drunk ass on..." he said trying to shoo her a way.

"Oh come on, you Damon Dash right? You best friends with Jigga? look I ain't trying to get your money, I just wondering if you want some game." she said lustfully.

"Sorry, I have a woman who already give me that. Look girl, I wouldn't fuck you if my wife broke up me right now. Like I said, you're excuse take your ass on." he said still trying to ignore her. She then rolled her eyes, sighing and she tried sitting on his lap.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doing? girl get your drunk ass off of me I ain't playing with you, I have a girl leave me alone." he said forcefully in anger and pushed her. She slapped him.

And he clinched his jaw, "Nigga I don't know who the fuck you think you is, but you ain't gone be treating me no type of way, who this bitch anyway? she can't handle you like a real bitch like me can.."

Aaliyah smiled at her girls, as she had her drinks in her hand walking back to her man, and once she does, she see some girl all up on him, and she notices Damon's face in no time, she quickly came by.

"Look bitch, you got 5 seconds to leave---" he told her and then looked up and did a double take and saw Aaliyah standing there. "Aaliyah baby? It ain't what you think ma, this ---" Damon said, nervously trying to get her to sit.

She tapped the girl shoulder, and she eyed Aaliyah up and down all stank, Aaliyah swipe some hair behind her ear...

"Um pardon me, but this is my husband? not to be rude, but I'm his wife. Hon please, can you excuse yourself? let's be real woman about this." The girl kept eying her up and down and chuckled.

"You niggas with these light skinned scrawny hoes are so funny, bitch I'm afraid you're excused, your man was on me" She lied out her teeth and scowling Aaliyah.

Damon looked at the girl all aggravated, and really wanted to foul her in her mouth for disrespecting the both of them.

"I'm sorry pardon?" Aaliyah said trying to understand what she was saying..

"You waffled colored hoes always trying to steal our black brothers, bet you can't fuck him better than I could" she shoved her a bit, and slapped Aaliyah drink out her hand, Aaliyah clinched her jaw, angrily, but kept her composure. Damon stepped up.

"I think you better lay the fuck off my woman before you know what's good for you girl." he said slightly pushing her, Aaliyah stopped him. He wasn't gone hit a woman, but he damn near wanted to, knowing Aaliyah was the last person to fight with anybody.