Gangstress

October 1999 (2)

***Marshall's POV***

Things with Kim had really been going downhill over the last little bit and it felt like we were fighting constantly. Every time we fought we were always threatening to divorce each other, and it was really starting to take a toll on me. I had no idea how much longer I was gonna be able to put up with her bull shit anymore. The only reason I stayed this long was because of Hailie, but even that was becoming difficult. 

I felt like it had to be taking a toll on Hailie and the kids as well watching me and Kim fight all the time, and that wasn't good either. I imagined Hailie would probably prefer for her parents to just not be together if all we were just gonna be at each other's throats constantly. 

She was always pissed off at me spending too much time at the studio, me going to LA all the time to work on the record with Dre, and she always accused me of cheatin' on her while I was away. She just didn't understand that I needed to do all this shit not just for me, but for her! And for all the kids. How the fuck else did she expect to eat if I didn't keep givin' one hundred and ten percent on this fuckin' record? It was exhausting being around her. 

I was cheatin' on her though, that part she was right about. But I never in a million fuckin' years would admit to that. Every time I went to LA I always had a few bitches I could call if I was wanting to fuck, which I normally was. Fuck, Kim wasn't puttin' out anymore, what the hell was I supposed to do? Plus, I was almost positive she was cheatin' on me. So in reality, I was really just levelling the playin' field between us. I was determined to catch her in the act one day, though. I knew I could, I just had to follow her one day when I wasn't busy. 

Today, I was at the studio in LA with all the boys and Dre and we were all just fuckin' around as usual. The record was coming together nicely I thought, and I was really into the sound it had. It was pretty similar to the SSLP, but I had a few tracks that were more horrorcore rather than funny, which I also liked. I thought it gave it a little bit of a different sound, so it wasn't so incredibly similar to the SSLP. 

We were taking a break and watching MTV on the television Dre had in the studio when all of a sudden I felt a jab in my ribs from Proof as me and Kuniva were fuckin' around. 

"What?" I said still laughing with Kuniva. 

"Look dawg!" Proof pointed towards the TV as they were introducing Angel's new single for her upcoming album. 

"Oh shit! Turn it up!" I said and Proof grabbed the remote off the table and cranked it as loud as it could go. 

They introduced the song as "How Many Licks" and I was instantly annoyed. The video started off with what looked to be Barbies being molded, which confused me until I realized they were making her into sex dolls. I rolled my eyes. "Never mind, turn this shit off man. I ain't wanna see this." 

"Don't be a pussy, dawg. Did ya really expect anything different?" Biz asked while he had his eyes glued to a scene of her walking down a runway. 

"Man, ya just hopin' to see her fuckin' naked, aren't ya?" Swifty asked and I glared at both of them.

Biz laughed. "A little bit." I shot him a middle finger and kept watching. 

The scene changed to her dancing around in a silver bra and panties and I have to admit, she did look fuckin' hot, but it just pissed me off that she was doin' the same shit on this album that she had done in the last one. Why the fuck does she think she's still gotta do this shit? 

"Did she get her tits done?" Kuniva asked me. 

"Does it fuckin' matter? Stop lookin' at 'em, bro!" I slapped his shoulder with the back of my hand.  

"Well what the fuck else am I supposed to look at?" Kuniva said and they all laughed. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes again. 

The scene changed again, but this time it was to some dude who was supposed to be in jail jerkin' himself off to her XXL cover. "Jesus fuckin' christ." I muttered to myself and put my hand on my forehead. 

The rest of the video wasn't too bad, except for one of the scenes she was topless in. But I guess everyone had seen her tits at this point, so it is what it is. The whole song though was dirty as fuck. I thought for sure this had to be the most hyper sexual shit she's ever put out, and her last album was called fuckin' Hardcore for god sakes! I didn't think it could get much worse, but it really did. It almost felt like she did this to spite me, which was probably plausible if she wrote the track around the time that she wrote Don't Mess With Me, but who knows? 

"That was... somethin'." Proof said turning it back down. 

"Fuck, what a dirty hoe." I said annoyed. 

"Yo Slim! I forgot to tell ya. Zoe told me her and Prodigy broke up." Porter said from the other side of the room. 

"What?! And ya forgot to fuckin' tell me that?! Quiet Storm JUST came out! When?! Why?! I ain't seen anything 'bout her on TMZ recently except 'bout her court date and her probation."

"Thought she was a dirty hoe." Biz joked. 

"Fuck you man." I said back jokingly. 

"Uh, I don't know. Last week maybe? I guess they're cool, but Angel just felt like, y'know they weren't goin' anywhere, and after her arrest she ain't wanna be involved in that shit anymore." Porter answered me. 

"Fuck, no shit hey? Thank god that's over. It made me fuckin' sick every time I saw pictures of them together." 

"Bro, ya still on this shit? Ya'll ain't been together in fuckin' months." Swifty asked me. 

I groaned. "I'm always gonna be fuckin' on her, dawg. If she wanted me at fuckin' all, i'd be on the first fuckin' plane over to New York."

"How ya know she ain't gon' want ya now that her and Prodigy are done?" Proof asked. 

I shrugged. "I tried to kiss her at the VMAs and but pushed me off."

"You fuckin' did what?!" Porter yelled. 

My eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah? Zoe ain't tell ya that?" 

He shook his head. "Nah bro. Never mentioned it." 

"Aight, well she was with Prodigy then. She could be down now." Kuniva piped up.

I rolled my eyes. "She's got my fuckin' number, bro. If she wanted me she coulda gave me a call. I'm sick of chasin' her. Every time I talk to her she essentially tells me to fuck off and leave her alone."

"Ya sick of chasin' her but ya still fuck with her?" Porter looked at me confused. 

"Look, I ain't sayin' I ain't an easy lay for her, I'm just sayin' she knows where the fuck my feelings for her stand, and she can do with that what the fuck she wants. But in the mean time, I got other bitches to tend too." 

They all started laughing. "Other bitches." Biz mocked me. 

"More like just fuckin' Kim." Swifty joined him in the mocking. 

"I will put a fuckin' grand on me callin' up two bitches right now and have them both come fuck me at the same time tonight." I joked back. 

"Aight bet!" Biz accepted and I immediately whipped out my phone. I scrolled through all the different numbers I had for the LA hoes until I found two I knew would be down. I quickly called them up and Biz was about to eat his fuckin' words, and owe me a grand.