Gangstress

July 1999 (2)

***Marshall's POV***

It had been a couple of weeks since Angel's track had dropped and I was still fuckin' fuming. At both of them. I was really more hurt than anything, but now a days my hurt always seemed to come out more as anger than actual hurt. 

So I had written a fuck ton of angry material but I was really unsure if I wanted to release any of it. Mainly because while I fuckin' hated Royce, he had been my boy for a long fuckin' time. Way longer than Angel was ever in my life, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to completely ruin our friendship over some bitch. 

But, that didn't stop me from lightly calling her out on a track D12 was working on. We called it Pimp Like Me, and I was only doing the hook. I had recorded my hook last, so the boys didn't realize I was gonna call her out by name on my last bar. 

They were kinda pissed at first, but then they got over it and let me keep it in considering the fact that the track wasn't even gonna be released as a single. My rationale for the call out was I didn't release a response to her diss track, so I needed to at least do something. 

They agreed, considering that's just how hip hop is but they told me I couldn't release anything else. I complied, but I definitely still wanted to release a full response.

What I also wanted to do, was go give her a piece of my mind. I wanted to fuckin' explode on her directly to her face and tell her how much of a dirty slut I thought she was and just my luck, I was in New York for Warped Tour.  

After I was done my set for the day, I hopped in the shower and got ready. I subconsciously put in way more effort than I normally would have, because if I was really just going over to lose it on her then I wouldn't have gave a fuck how I looked. 

I didn't tell any of the boys where I was going, because first of all I didn't want them to try and stop me. And second of all, it was none of their fuckin' business. They were still tryna defend Angel which pissed me off, so I just didn't like to talk to them about her anymore. 

I got into the car with my driver and I told him her address. I was tryna hype myself up in the car the whole way over, and was going over everything I was gonna say to her. I was gonna be mean, and honestly, I wanted to make her cry. I wanted her to be so fuckin' hurt from my words, and for her to know she was nothin' to me anymore. 

We pulled up to her place and my heart sunk. I couldn't believe I was fucking here. Never in a million years did I think I'd be back here. I took a deep breath and walked up to her door. I noticed something looked different, or maybe just felt different, but I figured it was probably just because I hadn't been here in awhile. 

I knocked on the door loud and with authority until it was answered. 

"Hey, what are you doin' here?" Bert answered with a big smile.

"Uh, sorry. I'm lookin' for Angel. Is she not here?" I looked around. 

"Nope. Angel moved. She bought this place off her landlord and let me move in rent free." 

My eyes widened. "Oh shit. That's really nice of her." I internally kicked myself for even thinking about complimenting her. 

"Yeah, it's my new bachelor pad." He laughed. "Do ya wanna come in?" 

"Nah, that's aight Bert, thanks. Do ya know where she moved too?" 

"Yup. Giant fuckin' place. 'Bout half an hour away from here." 

"She's still in Brooklyn though, right?" 

"'Course. That girl ain't never leavin'." 

I nodded. "Do ya have the address?"