STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTH CENTRAL (Eazy-E & N.W.A Story)

Chapter 10: A New Group

Tamera

These boxes were heavy as fuck, my arms hurt from lifting all of them. Me, Cube, Eazy, Dre, Ren and Yella were lifting these boxing to take them to record stores around Compton and some parts of South Central. Inside of them were recordings of Boyz-N-Tha-Hood. We had no idea that the song was gonna blow up and get so big. We've made some money off it and it's treated us good.

"Okay that's the last box," Yella said while panting.

"Good, that's a lot of records," Dre said.

"My arms are killing me," I said leaning against the car.

"Where is E at?" Ren asked.

"He taking too long," Cube said.

"Slow mother fucker," I mumbled.

Cube came and stood next to me. "So what's up with you the other night? You and Eazy."

"Nothin. We just drove to this lot in Compton so he could slang some rocks."

"He slangs?"

"Yeah nigga. I thought you knew."

"No I didn't."

Eazy came sprinting towards us panting like a dog. He leaned against the car trying to catch his breath.

"Nigga where was you?" Ren hollered.

"Talking business with some dude," Eazy said.

"And what else?" Dre asked like there was more to the story.

"And, uh... nothing. It's not important." He stared at the ground trying to hide his smirk.

"Aw shit E you nasty as fuck!" Ren yelled. Implying that Eazy just got some pussy.

"Yo homie that's what's up!" Yella said dapping him.

"Got you some huh E?" Cube asked already knowing the answer.

I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. These are the niggas I gotta deal with.

I cleared my throat. "Can we get these boxes delivered?"

They looked back and forth at each other like they were confused that I spoke up to them. They looked at Cube for answers. They keep looking at him because he knows me better, as if he holds all the answers about me.

"Yeah we should go anyway," Dre said.

Ren, Cube, Dre and I piled in Dre's car and Eazy and Yella got in Eazy's car. We were behind Eazy's 64 .

Me and Cube were in the backseat while Ren rode shotgun and Dre was driving of course. My mind started to wonder about Michel'le, the girl we met the other day with the squeaky voice. She left with Dre the other night and I haven't seen her since.

"Dre?"

"What's up?" He asked.

"What's up with you and Michel'le? I haven't seen her since we all met."

"She's aight. Me and her been talking a lot."

"So what y'all dating or somethin?"

"Yeah kinda."

"I see you Dre, gonna hit that huh?"

"I'm might."

"Nigga you know E was trying to get her too the other night," Ren said.

"He lost cause D-R-E over is the one closest to get that kitty," I said.

"You crazy T. I like that."

"You not too bad yourself."