Thug Life... Or Nahh?

Chapter 10: I Don't Give A Fuck

Cause who in the hell cares

About a black man with a black need

They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend

I wonder if knows that my income is more than

His pension, salary and then some

Your daughter is my number one fan

And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man

So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack

Sit back and get fat off the fat cat

while he thinks that he's getting over

I bust a move as smooth as Casanova

This chapter is dedicated to teddylynette. Baby girl liked and commented on every chapter with her loyal reading ass. That's what I like there! Yes I know I'm hella late but better late than never right?

Later AJ and Pac were chilling after she told him about all the stuff that went down with Maddy.

"Yooo that yamp is crazy forreal. I know Pac got that good that make the ladies wanna act oh so bad but damn."

AJ laughed and slung a pillow at his face. "Stop playing all the time. Your whole life is just a joke."

Tupac smiled and wrapped his arms around AJ while kissed her on the head. "I'm sorry Ma. At least she know now my baby gets rowdy."

AJ stood up and started jigging with her tongue hanging out. "That's right Bae. I'm little but I can handle mines."

Tupac grabbed her hand and pulled her on his lap. "Sit yo little hype ass down somewhere. Almost got that ass whooped and you wanna be live. But yo what did you just call me?"

"What? You mean when I said Bae?"

"Yeah that. What's a Bae? You not slick tryna call me a bitch are you?"

AJ kissed him on his jaw. "That's another one of my future words. Kinda like a way of saying babe. It stands for Before Anything Else."

Tupac looked down at his hands before talking again. "So I come before anything else?"

"Of course. I just don't throw Bae around. You're special." AJ laid across the couch and started flipping through a magazine.

Pac looked at her then stood up. "Well I guess I don't feel stupid about saying this now." AJ glanced over at him while he reached in his pocket. Her eyes got big when he pulled a ring box out of his pocket then got down on one knee.

She jumped up. "Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod!" She started jumping up and down. "Wait I can't get married. I'm not even supposed to be alive during this time!"

Tupac looked up at her with big eyes. "Yo who getting married?” He looked at how he was bent down and the box he pulled out his pocket. "Yoooo Ma noooo! Its not that, its not that!" He started laughing and tears started rolling down his face.

AJ let out a big sigh. "Ohmigod I thought you were gonna ask me to marry you." She sat down. "Okay let's try again. What did you wanna tell me?"

Tupac wiped the tears out his eyes and tried to stop laughing. "I got this for you Ma. I want you to have it. I know I fucked up in the beginning but I'm gone try my hardest to make it right." He put the ring box in AJ's hand.

AJ turned the little box over in her hand and opened it. Inside was a a pretty little gold ring. She pulled it out and saw something engraved on the inside. 'Is it a crime to fight for what's mine?'

"You like it?"

AJ stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love it Bae. Thank you."

"Anything for you Ma." They sat back down on the couch. "And that Bae word? I might have to start using that cause its kinda hot." He played distractedly with her hair.

They sat in silence for a moment while AJ was twirling her new jewelry around her finger.

"What if I was asking you to marry me Ma? What would your answer be?"

"You know better than to ask me that question."

He kissed the top of her head again. "Then that's what you'll get one day. Anisa Jhane Shakur."