Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 90

|Monaé's P.O.V|

"Every other city we gooo, every other videooo. No matter where I gooo, I see the same hooOoe" the speakers blared nates voice as I took a pull of my blunt, rocking my head with the music.
I was currently in the studio with pac, fatal, kadafi, snoop, nate dogg and a few other niggas recording a new track. Pac wanna call it 'all about you', and it's basically about hoes...that's it.

"Y'all famous niggas can't do nothin normal to yall heads huh?" Nate chuckled, lighting his blunt. What's this fool on! He famous too.

"Whateva nigga, You just exaggeratin" pac playfully kissed his teeth as kadafi set himself up in the booth, getting ready to spit his verse. I've already layed mine down but I gotta do it again coz I ain't happy with it.

"How?, Yo bald ass lookin like one big black booty cheek..." Nate stated pointing at pac then moving on to snoop. Literally catching me off guard but I was laughing so much tears began to fill my eyes.

"And you!!, you got hair like my grandmama church friend..." he added making me laugh even harder, along with everyone else in the room. This nigga was funny as HELL!.

"Black booty cheek" I wheezed clutching my stomach as I laughed even harder, quoting Nate. Making pac throw me off with a smile of amusement on his face.

"now please tell me that I'm still exaggerating now? Homeboy!" He tilted his head to the side as we continued to laugh, probably a little extra then sober people but you get it.

"Exactly" Nate said simply, smokin some more. I'm higher then a motha fucka right now and this shit killin me...

"Yo kids bouta be embarrassed as Shit! lookin back at yo pictures nigga!. Every week you got a new perm lookin like somebody gay uncle!" Nate exclaimed making us laugh even harder, even snoop was laughing it up.

"See... if snoop ever have a daughter" I started, already laughing to myself as they payed attention while I wiped tears from my eyes.

"They gone be arguing over hair bobbles an shit" I finished making everyone die even more! Making a few of us cough from all the laughing.

"Y'all shut up!, man bouta lay down some rhymes" fatal chuckled making us all try and calm down. Turning our attention to kadafi who was in the booth. I already got him on one of my tracks...shit sounds DEF!, it's weird to think how this would've ended up if I never went to the set of poetic justice huh?...that's weird to think about, coz pac and I would have met by now anyway. It's weird to think about.
But then I was ripped from my thoughts by kadafi's lyrics.

"You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Gold diggin', cold diggin' a gold Rolex-"

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"Shut up! Shit...y'all louder then a motha fucka" I kissed my teeth as the boys started to quiet down a little. Still laughing and shit tho, but I can't hear myself think.