The "Pretty Dre" Story

Chapter 1 : Intro

Hey, My name is Andre. But everybody call me Pretty Dre, Because i look like my dad. I never met the guy but I guess he's a pretty guy. Only memory i have of him is a picture of him holding me at 6 months. I'm 17 in 12th grade, I attend  George Westinghouse Career and Technical Education High School . That's where Biggie, DMX, Busta Rhymes and Jay Z went. People say i have the voice of a angel and one of the members of New Edition. I guess so, I mean I can sing but not like no Rizz or Bobby. In school, I got a best friend named Damion. But he prefers dame. He hates when people pick fights. Especially me. He sells weed and crack outside his stoop in Cypress Hills projects. We're from the same Project Community but Me and my mom moved to Bed-Stuy, a few doors down from Christopher Wallace / Biggie

November 15th '94

One day, I missed the bus. Dame said he'd give me a ride. He had to go that way anyway. But he had to make a small stop at his fiend. One fiend pulled out the money for the drugs and another one snatched the money and the crack and ran. The other fiend cut dame with a switchblade, I seen a .38 revolver in the arm rest, I pulled it out and shot the guy in the leg then dropped the gun. Dame ran and got his money and drugs and spent off. He said I didn't have to do that then dropped me off at home. Later that evening two NYPD officers came and arrested me on suspicion of attempted murder. Me and Dame are in the interrogation room. They said the same thing they said to Biggie and D-Roc. They don't care who shot the man but there is no way both of us is leaving this station. They gave us 2 minutes to talk. Dame said he'd take the rap, but when he gets home, I better be big. I couldn't help but let one tear stroll down my face. He called the detective back in the room. He said he did it. They kept me in the station for another day then dropped me off home.

November 17th '94

My mom was sitting in the living room crying. She's disappointed in me. She slapped the shit out of me and said get out of my house now. I'm only 17, where I'ma go? She said she doesn't know or care but I got to leave now. My clothes, Cassatt Tapes, My Walkman, and my other stuff was in my moms old car. Its a Black '87 SAAB, She said happy birthday and gave me the keys. My birthday isn't until Next Year in May though. I left. I drove to my cousin Paris house in The Queens Bridge Houses in Long Island City. I think that's where Nas lived. She let me live with her. But shes not like any other cousin, She plays to damn much, She'll fight you, Cut you, Shoot you. Anything. She said the first time the hook come looking for me, She's beating my ass and making me sleep in my car. She asked if I still sung, I said yeah, She took me to Quad Studios to record a demo. I did about 6 songs and two covers. Then two niggas in the lobby started fighting and shooting. So me and Paris left. Its crazy down here. She said we're going again on the 30th so be around. I said bet and went to sleep.

As time flies past, Thanksgiving falls through. I didn't see anybody because I knew they were ashamed of me being a suspect in a attempted murder. So I stayed at Paris house. I wrote another 3 songs to kill time, Then, I smelled weed. it was coming from the kitchen, She left it out for me and I didn't know it. I don't smoke though, Well, here goes nothing. I sparked it and took a fat hit out of it, My chest felt like somebody blasted me with a football. I turned on the TV and started watching Poetic Justice. I passed the blunt to dame laughing at the movie. Dame? Nigga i thought you was in jail. He said ain't you supposed to be filling in on our deal? I said right and started writing again. Then i smelt something burning next to me. Dame was gone and the blunt was still lit. But the couch was burning! FUCK! I ran and got two cups of water,  And dumped it on the fire. Great, FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC. The house is smokey and the couch is burnt. Paris walked in the door. She said Boy what you burning? I said nothing its the neighbors. Then I told her I had to go buy more notebooks and pencils for my singing rhymes. I moved her to the side so I can get to the door before she sees the couch. She Yelled DRRREEEEEEEE So loud I can hear her on my way down the hall two floors below her. She took her fire escape down to my car. I got to my car and tried to start it, But i don't have the right set of keys! I got the keys to her car, she swung my door open and started wailing off on me. She yelled BITCH YOU SMOKED MY WEED??? I said that way yours? She said yeah it was mine dumbfuck, can't you read?!

The note said To : Andre DON'T smoke my stuff if you do you know the consequence. Love Paris. P.S. If I'm feeling good, we can smoke it together but don't start until I get back.

She said she seen the couch too, She got another one being bough their in the next hour. Then she smacked me again for burning it.

November 30, '94

I tried to get in the house so I can get ready to go to quad. But I forgot my key in the house. I used a neighbors phone to call her. She said she took my key because I took her weed, Petty ass. She said meet her at quad in 15 minutes. 15 Minutes turned to a hour. But woah. Biggie, Lil Cease, and Puffy rolled up to the studio. I gave Biggie and Puffy my Demo and my number, they said they'd call me. Then I seen these one niggas go in looking kinda suspicious. Then I seen 2Pac I gave him my demo too with my number, He listened to it right then and there. He said he likes it and he wants me to do his Hook on a song he was going to do. I walked in last, Then the robbery happened. I think Jimmy seen me, Pointed a gun at me and said get on the ground now! I turned around and got the hell on! I got in my car and went home. Paris was their with the door unlocked. Sitting on the new couch. She said oh you really went huh? I said shut up you asshole i just seen biggie puffy cease and 2Pac! But pac just got rolled on in the lobby! He wanted me to be a feature on a song then he got robbed at quad in the lobby! Man who wants to hurt Pac though?