Should've Been Me

Do About You

Nas

I laughed as I sat in the studio with my girl Mary J. Blige and my favorite producer, Q-Tip. We always have a good time when we link up. Mary just asked me to do a tour and I'm definitely down for it. We've been thinking of doing some new music too.

"Nas man, what's been up?"
"Nothing much Q. You know how I do baby."
"I seen those pics on TheShadeRoom. You finally about to get ya girl huh?"
"Naw man, that was just me wanting to hang with a friend."
"A friend? Boy, you've been on my girl since the 90s."
"Mary you know how it is. That's my heart."
"Then get your heart. That husband of hers ain't shit. She gotta kick him to the curb like I did Kendu."
"I wish. I'm at the point where she's the only woman I think about."
"Okay, but be honest bro. The weight gain doesn't bother you?"
"Hell naw, that's still my baby! Extra cushion for the pushin'! She still so fucking fine dawg!"
"Aye man. That's definitely your woman then. More power to you bro!"
"So what's the plan?"
"I don't know. She refuses to give that nigga up."
"Trust me, when its time for her to give it up, she'll run."

I nodded my head. Hopefully what Mary just said holds true. I just hope that when she does run, it's right to me.

After our session, I decided to go to my bar. As I walked through the tables, I saw a familiar bald head holding a woman's hand across the table. I chuckled and shook my head as I walked by. This nigga. He looked up and saw me, letting the woman's hand go. I continued walking to my office.

After about 30 minutes, my assistant knocked on my door before sticking her head inside.

"Mr. Jones... an Antoine Fuqua wants to speak with you?"
"Send him in."
"Yes sir."

I chuckled as I waited for this fuck boy to walk in the door. He looked at me and smiled before taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

"What's up?"
"Stay away from my wife."
"Your wife? Was that the woman you were out there eating with?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
"You right. Your marriage has nothing to do with me. I ain't worried 'bout it."
"Why do you want her so much?"
"Why don't you?"
"You've seen her! She looks nothing like the woman I married!"
"A lie! To me, she looks even better. And if you don't want her, release my woman to me!"
"Your woman?!"
"Yeah! It's obvious you don't want her! She should be mines anyway! You stole her from me nigga!"

Bunky cleared his throat and I looked over at him. He raised an eyebrow at me and I shook my head, sitting back down at my desk.

"Nas, everything all good?"
"It's all good bro. Mr. Fuqua was just leaving."
"Take note of what I just said."
"Noted. Not respected, but noted."

Me and Bunky watched as he walked out. I looked at Bunky who had a smile on his face. I laughed.

"What that nigga want?"
"Call himself warning me to stay away from Lee."
"Fuck that. That's family."
"Right. Nigga dumb. He slipping and I swear I'm trying to slide in."
"You've been trying that for years."
"And one day, Ima be home once again."
"Bruuuhhhh, remember that time she FINALLY gave you some?"

Do I? My God man! I was gone for a week. I couldn't shake it off and all I thought about was her. The feel, the smell... the taste. A chill went down my spine when I remember how she rode my dick. I'll never forget it.

"Aye nigga! Damn!"
"My bad bruh. Baby lit, just know that."
"You need help nigga. Anyways. Magic sent an invite to his party in St. Trope. We live or nah?"
"Hell yeah. My baby and her clique gonna be there."
"But you know they be coupled up on them trips..."
"That's not an issue. I'll find a shorty to bring. No strings attached."
"Damn, I wonder is Vivica going?"
"See nigga, you be talking about me!"
"Shut up nigga. That's definitely gonna be mine."

We talked a little longer and I decided to head home. As I gathered my stuff, I got a text from Bunk. It was a link to some blog. Seems fuck boy wasn't as careful as he thought because the top story was, "Married Director Antoine Fuqua shares dinner with Eddie Murphy's ex-wife, Nicole Murphy." I shook my head, I thought shorty looked familiar.

I pulled up Lela's number, intending to call her but I declined. I didn't want to cause her any extra trouble. I decided to text her instead.

-I'm here Lee. Anytime you need me, I'm right here-

I cringed at how desperate that seemed but I wanted her to know that I'm here for her. I've been here and don't plan on going anywhere. I waited a few minutes and looked back at our text thread, realizing she hadn't even looked at it yet. I know she's probably hurting so I just sigh and put my phone in my pocket. This nigga holding my woman hostage and don't even know how to treat her. How fucked up is that?

I put on my jacket and walked out of the bar. I spoke to a few people on my way out. As I pulled up to my house, I frowned when I noticed a car in my driveway. I looked at the vehicle, and my heart started pounding. My baby is here. I walk up and see Lela sitting on my steps with her head down. I don't even think twice. I put my phone back in my pocket and scoop her up in my arms. She's a comfortable weight. I kiss her forehead and walk inside.