Gangstress

September 1998 (2)

***Marshall's POV***

After Dre left New York, he flew to Detroit to come and help me with some final touches for the album. I was also supposed to go New York soon to do some promotion for my first single off the album, and I couldn't help but hope I would see Angel again. She was so intriguing to me, and I felt such a draw to her. But truthfully, it might have just been my dick that had a draw to her.

I had written down her number in my notepad, knowing full well Kim would never look in there. I thought many times about calling her, but I couldn't with Kim constantly up my ass. Even though we weren't living together, I wouldn't put it past her to go through my call history when I wasn't there. I also was unsure about how Angel would respond, considering the fact that she would probably just blow me off if I wasn't calling her to fuck. I knew for sure though I was gonna call her as soon as I landed in New York in a few weeks. 

I told Dre I would meet him this morning at Studio 8 in Ferndale and we could start working. Me and Proof got there before him so we could set everything up, and about an hour later he walked through the door while we were tweaking a few things. The music was blaring through the speakers and we didn't even notice him walk in. He started yelling and throwing his arms around so we would notice him. 

"Shit! Sorry dawg!" Me and Proof started laughing and I turned it down. We both dapped up Dre and sat back down. He threw what looked like a tape on the sound board and pointed at it. 

"You know this chick?" 

My eyebrows knitted together and I grabbed it. It had "Angel" written down the spine of it in Sharpie. No, it couldn't be? "Uh, maybe? Who is it?" 

"Angel Jones. She just got signed to Bad Boy." I guess I didn't know her last name, so that didn't really help. "She says she knows you."

"She from Brooklyn?" I asked, considering that was the only thing I knew about her. Dre nodded. "I mean, I know an Angel from Brooklyn, but I don't think she raps." I thought about it. "Wait, she said she knew me?" 

He nodded again. "Listen to it. Whether you know her or not, I think you two should work together. You're both new artists, and it could be beneficial to be associated with one another." 

I popped the tape into the player and the instrumental started playing and I bobbed my head to the beat. A voice that sounded exactly like Angel's but a little more harsh started booming through the speakers and I knew it had to be her. I was immediately taken off guard by the rhymes. The very first fuckin' bar was "I know a dude named Jimmy/Used to run up in me." My eyes got a little wide and I kept listening. 

The more I listened the more shocked I got. Is this how people felt listening to my shit? This chick was going on about being fucked from behind, suckin' dick, and gettin' nuts busted in her. The song got to the hook and all it was was "I don't want dick tonight/Eat my pussy right." Proof burst out laughing and I looked at him with the most surprised face. 

I quickly pressed pause on the tape while it was still on the hook and Dre looked at us, clearly confused by our reactions. Proof blurted out in between his wheezing "Em fucked this bitch!" 

Dre's jaw dropped to the ground and I was still in shock. "You're kidding?" He asked with a smile. Proof's head started shaking 'no' dramatically and he was almost crying from laughing so hard. 

I went to hit play again and Proof smacked my hand away. "You can't play anymore of this shit, I'm gonna die!" He said wiping his tears away. 

"Dawg I need to hear the rest of this! This shit is fucking crazy." I pressed play anyway, expecting Proof to get up and leave to try and contain himself but he stayed. I heard him start pretending to pray. "Please god please, let there be a line about this fuckin' fool." I smacked his arm with the backside of my hand and kept listening.