ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Babies, Lies and Videotapes Pt. 1

   Walking into Ruthless Records, I saw Train at the receptionist desk talking to his wife on the office phone, with his feet propped up. He gave me a head nod after he seen me approaching the desk.

   "Aye, where's Shanya at? She ain't come in?," I asked looking around.

   "She went out to lunch with some female. She left about an hour  ago." I nodded my head. She was probably going out with one of her girls. They meet up from time to time when she's not preoccupied.

   I proceeded to the studio 8C where BG Knocc Out, Dresta and E were supposed to be recording but instead they were chilling.

   "Wassup, Ren," E greeted, dapping me up. Dresta gave me a head nod before I sat down in a chair. I wiped my forehead that was coated in a thin film of sweat due to the fact that there were so many bodies in this bitch.

   "E, who the fuck is making Train sitting at that desk all day. He should be creating music," I asked, judging his decision. I leaned over propping my elbows on my knees. Eazy took another swig of his brown alcohol and shrugged.

   "Ion know, probably Jerry." He let out a violent cough that made is face the color of a tomato. Jerry. I'm tired of hearing that motherfucker's name. I'm tired of him making record label decisions when it's not even his label.

   "Speaking of Dj Train, or Clarence, I should say, Shanya-," BG started.

   "Yeah, what about Shanya," I cut him off. I slithered my tongue over my bottom lip.

   "I'm just saying, they be acting tight. I don't know if it's a friendship thing or what, but...Ya know what, lemme shut up," BG stated before slipping on his locs.
  
   "Yeah, I kinda wonder what they be doing, down there together," Eric added, sipping on his liquor. Why the fuck are they so worried about my wife for?

   "Shanya would never do anything with Train. Y'all know I got that pussy on lock and Train the homie," I explained.

   "I'm sorry Ren, but I gotta fuck with my brother on this one," Dresta commented adjusting his White Sox hat.

   Eric started flipping the channels on the Sanyo TV.

   "Aye E, what you doing?," Dresta asked as Eric turned up the volume on the security camera system. He placed a slick smile on his face while he hit the rewind button on the remote. B.G and Dresta both had their eyes glued to the T.V.

   "Man y'all tripping. I'll hit ya up later, E," I hopped up out of the swivel chair, heading towards the door.

   "Whoa!," they all exclaimed with their mouths open. My eyebrows furrowed together as I headed back toward my chair.

   "Ayo, turn that shit off, E," B.G. warned. Before he could press the button, I saw my wife on top of my best friend of 10+ years with his face buried in her neck. It took me a minute to process this, but the more I analyse this situation the more my blood boiled.