Blame It On Me

The Come Up

I got to think of something. I can't believe him. He was the whole reason why I got caught. I did eight fucking years for him just to end up with nothing. It all started after a Travis Porter concert in Atlanta....

"Alright. So this how we gone do this. Mickey, I want you and Dynasty to get that nigga in his room. Seduce him. Make him want you. Don't be scared to do shit. Remember.. you my bitch."  "Yes sir daddy." I did whatever he said. "Alright Dynasty . When I get him on the bed I want you to start sucking his di.." "Wait a minute ! Why I gotta suck his dick? I know you seen the picture he sent us last night. That shit looks disgusting and his balls look like dried raisins." Dynasty said. She was right . That motherfucker dick looked like it witnessed slavery itself. Imagine a hot dog that's been on the grill for too long all busted up and shit. Scary sight. "Okay Dy. We just gone tie his ass up , search his pockets , and dip. I love daddy but I ain't fucking this Cedric The Entertainer looking nigga." When we got him into the room  he couldn't keep his hands off my ass which made me uncomfortable because he was old as hell and could pop his teeth out quicker than a cat could sit on its ass. "Come on. Y'all hoes know u want some of Big Joe. I don't bite baby." He said while taking out his dentures. "Imma sit my gun right here on this table just in case y'all bitches wanna try to play me." Big Joe laid on the bed gesturing for Dy and me to come lay with him but it was like we were both hesitating to even go towards his way. He smelt like moth balls and cheese . "Okay baby we're coming." Dynasty always carried this gold razor blade with her whenever we went on a mission. It was all apart of our act. I would strip naked while she tie whomever up to the bed . We'd do our thing , get laid , and bounce. But this time it was a little different. After I took of my clothes, Greg burst through the closet doors with a big ass gun. "Don't move you bitch ass nigga or I'll blow your brains out." He yelled . Joe chuckled and said "Oh so these yo hoes? You could've gotten a better selection. Y'all funky bitches better come do what you came to do before shit get ugly ." Before I knew it , I snatched daddy's gun out his hands and stood over Big Joe , "Who you calling funky ? Walking round this place smelling like real life ass. Give me every motherfucking thing out your pockets including your dentures you yuck mouth bitch." As soon as he reached in his pockets he pulled out what had to be about $10,000. "Yea that's right . Who's the funky bitch now?" I yelled . "You are !" Dynasty yelled but before I knew it I was knocked out cold on the ground. These bitches were plotting against me the whole time...