Rapper's Delight (I Always Got Your Back)

Chapter 2: New Money, Who Dis?

*3 Years Later*

"I got yo back! I got you back nigga! I got you back! I got yo back nigga!" The crowd shouted to my number one song.

I got off the stage after performing at a venue for the New Hop Awards. I can't fuckin believe I'm actually here doing what I always wanted to do. My rap career has really sky rocketed since my album, New Money, Who Dis?, released last year. It debuted as number 2 on the charts. That's big for a nigga who started out with nothing, but a couple of mixtapes. It was a struggle getting here, but look mama I made it! Oh and this time I'm really rolling in dough. Hell I can make 10,000 cookies in a day and triple that by Friday. See that street shit comes in handy when you in the business.

For the last couple of years, I have been invited to award shows, different after parties, and nominated for a couple awards. I finally got my tour dates set for this year and it's for eight fuckin months. My agent and manager worked together to plan all of it. RhinoS has been glad that I'm making him some great money. He doubted me at first, which I can't lie, shit I was too. Good thing I continued to work and make some use of my life.

With everything that's happening, I continued to remain in contact with everyone. I made it home in time to celebrate Terrell's graduation from college. He got his Bachelor's degree in Telecommunications from Savannah State. Yeah that nigga smart as shit and got these bitches choosing on him too. I taught him well. He's also still doing his standup comedy. It's actually doing pretty good and he's making a name for himself out here. Nessy is doing her thing too. She just opened up one of her stores here in LA. It's called "Finesse" and its a perfect name. That chick finessed those men into buying and paying off her rent. Crazy thing is that her designs and material is so good that people are actually buying it. I've worn a few of her designs and been asked about it from other celebrities. I always knew she had something in her that would make her a star. I even got her to be a part of my team and she styles me from time to time. Nessy is even making some of my tour clothes. My first tour is about to be lit as fuck.

I stayed in contact with Cash too. He's been father of the year to his little girl and Mr. Captain Save a Hoe. He started working as head of security at a company. He still does his side gig at the clubs when he can. Cash told me that he wanted to come to LA to hang and meet my son. Oh yea, I got a four year old son now. His name is Sargon, which means "true king" in Hebrew. My family has been in town to meet him and they love him. He really is my little king. I met his mother, Vanessa, when I first moved down here at an after party. We clicked well in the beginning, but I guess we didn't belong together when things started to happen. It's all good though. She's not the type to keep me from my son. He's with her during the week days and I got him on weekends. Cash showed me what it was like to a raise a child. He is a true inspiration and I appreciate that. We didn't speak too much about the last time we met, but I'm sure it didn't mean anything.

Recently, we had a security breach on our team. The head of security, Rod, was stealing money and beats from me. I always knew that weird ass nigga was up to no good. One time he was supposed to keep an eye on the crowd and make sure nobody jumped on stage. This muthafuka was cacklin with some groupie ass chick in the back. A fan jumped on stage and attacked me. I was so fuckin embarrassed because social media got a hold of it. I'm no Beyoncé, so I couldn't press a button and make it disappeared. This was also the worst time too because my tour was coming up in a few months and I need security. People tend to forget their home training when they spend almost $60-$80 on a ticket to come see me and a couple other musical talents. So, I most definitely need somebody to look out for me. My manager, Frank, set up three people to do an interview to see who would be good for the position.

We sat in the office room. It was RhinoS, Frank, and me. Frank called in the first guy. He came in head first. I ain't never seen a nigga head so goddamn big. It was like his body was hooked up to a hot air balloon. Other than that, he had tats and stood firm in his muscular built.