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

Chapter 29: You Can't Date Major T

1991

[Me] ... Tellin you why, real niggaz don't die."

I finished rapping the first verse to the new N.W.A song Real Niggaz Don't Die. New year, new album. Yep we are in the making of our next album Efil4zaggin. A.k.a Niggaz 4 Life spelled backwards. I'm glad we got another album coming out even though the boys still wanna diss Cube. Of course I'm still against it because Cube is still my homeboy and the dissing is so unnecessary.

Michel'le is gone, she went on tour with MC Hammer for a few months. I miss her, but she'll be home in a few weeks. Dre talks to her on the phone rarely but I don't think he really cares. The boys of course got their pussy almost everyday and are working with me in studio. I keep myself busy though, and not with sex like how they do.

I visit Cube and Kimberly a lot since they are back in LA. I'm excited for them to have their baby, I might be a Godmother. I mean, I'm just saying. I also visit my brothers and see how they're doing. Anthony has two kids and Dwayne's got one on the way. Then, there are those fun wild parties we be having. Straight up drinking, smoking and whatever else we do. I'll admit I take a few guys numbers but never call them and I never give them mine. It's like I'm the one who's being a player, except I'm not about to be stupid and fuck random niggas.

My feelings towards Eric are still the same, the memory of me and him kissing doesn't make it any better even though it was such a good kiss. He still flirts and tries to mess with me but he's only doing it playfully as a friend, and besides, I see him with a girl everyday. It doesn't make me upset or anything, it's not like I wanna be with him. A relationship is the last thing I need; a relationship with Eric is the last thing I need. I haven't brought it up since I told Michel'le but she knows I still like him. I could never tell Cube or anyone else.

"Nice one T," Yella said.

"Nice?" I questioned. "That was way better than nice, that was fucking great."

"Yeah Yella," Ren chimed in. "It ain't like you could do any better any better anyway."

"I ain't no rapper though. And what you trying to say? You can do better than her?"

I arched my eyebrow at Ren.

"I ain't trying to start no competition."

Me and Yella both smacked our teeth.

"Fuck both of y'all. I'll murder all you niggas on the mic," I protested.

"For the last time, Major T, I ain't a rapper."

"Fine, you're still dead."

"Hello gentlemen... and Tamera," Jerry greeted as he entered the room.

"Hey Jerry," we said.

"You guys ready for the airport?"

"I gotta go home and finish packing," I said.

"Not a problem. I'll send a limo to your place."

"Thanks Jerry."

N.W.A is going to New York for the weekend because we are going on the Arsenio Hall Show. We have a little interview with him and then we'll perform. The 6 of us will met up at the airport. Me, Eric, Dre, Ren, Yella and Jerry. I haven't been to New York since N.W.A was tour, it feels kinda nice to go back.

Eric

"Aight Dre you ready for this?" I asked him setting up the camera.

"Yeah man," he said. "But take off the straight jacket."