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

Chapter 34: The Eazy Effect

One day Jerry called everyone down to Eric's house for something important, I'm not sure why, but he made it sound very urgent over the phone. Me and Eric were just chilling when he paged us, so I got dressed in a black and gray stripped tank top, black drawstring cargo pants, black combat boots, and a backward LA cap. Right now the whole group is here and Jerry has a very worried yet serious expression on his face. All of us gathered in the living room to listen to something. Cube's album Death Certificate was gonna drop soon and  a demo was released. A diss track, a song called No Vaseline.

"Goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off. Used to be hard now you just wet and soft. First you was down with the AK, and now I see you in a video with Michel'le. Lookin like straight bozos, I saw it coming that's why I went solo. And kept on stompin, when y'all motherfuckers moved Straight Outta Compton. Livin, with the whites, one big house, and not another nigga in sight. I started off with too much cargo, dropped four niggas now I'm making all the dough."

As I examined the room at the guy's facial expressions they looked kind of pissed off. As for me, I'm trying to hold in a laugh.

"...Ayo Dre, stick to producing. Calling me Arnold but you been-a-dick. Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick."

We got through half the song until Jerry turned it off. The boys looked pissed off, Eric was staring at the floor looking seriously angry. Jerry looked pretty upset. Me? Well that laugh still wants to slip out.

"That shit's kinda funny," Yella joked gulping down his bottle of OE.

"That motherfucker got us," Ren barked. "Yo what we bout to do?"

I was covering my mouth with my hands trying to hide the smile on my face. I find this funny because they dissed him first, for no reason. Did I not tell that they shouldn't? Did I not tell them that if they did Cube would come back at them? Them, not me, I didn't say shit about Cube, them. Yes I did tell them. Now they want to be all in they feelings about being called fags, not being real gangstas, and bending over for a white boy. I mean seriously, did they really think Cube was really just going to keep quiet about it?

Now Eric was on his feet yelling in Jerry's face and Jerry was yelling back at him. 

"Did you hear what he said?" Jerry yelled.

"I heard what he said!" Eric yelled over him.

"About you? About me?"

"I heard what he said! You got your way of dealing with it, I got mine."

It got silent between the two.

"We can just to the studio and just end his fucking career anyway."

Damn it slipped out. I started laughing so loudly all of them laid their eyes on me. I clapped my hands and buried my face in my arms. I really don't care now, I knew they had it coming. I know how Cube is, he just isn't gonna run away from a fight. I've known him since we were in diapers. I slid down to floor hollering with laughter, my face turned red the louder I cackled.

"The fuck you laughing for?" Ren growled.

"Oh, you wanna know why I'm laughing?" I smart mouthed. I stood up and brushed my hair out my face to look at every single one of them. "I'll tell you why. Because you got your asses verbally whipped. All four of y'all! Not me, you! I tried to tell y'all. But did anybody wanna listen to Major T? Nope! Nooooooooo! So I'm laughing, I'm hollerin', I'm flying! Deal with it."

I glanced back at Eric. He wasn't looking at me, just at Jerry.

"I don't care what you do Eric, just don't mess this up," Jerry demanded calmly walking away.