Gangstress

January 2000 (3)

***Marshall's POV***

It was a few days later and Angel's album got released today. I hadn't spoken to her since we texted after her release party, but I definitely tried. I kept trying to call her and text her until about five in the fucking morning, but she kept her phone turned off. I felt really hurt by it, but I decided I was just gonna have to let her come to me.

As far as her album went though, I was honestly really nervous for it, I had no idea if she was gonna continue calling me out or what it was gonna sound like. I just wanted it to do well for her sake, but I knew it would. Since Hardcore she had quickly become the 'Queen of Rap' and there had been a lot of anticipation for the album, which made me so happy for her. She deserved all the success she was getting, and I'm sure she put her all into this record. 

It was nearing the end of the day, and we had been working in the studio for most of it. I was mainly just finishing up some last minute work for my new record before I left to LA to go work with Dre for a bit. I was just gonna stay in LA till the Grammys since I didn't see a point in coming all the way back home to just go back two days later. I wasn't even sure if I was gonna go to the Grammys, but I figured I'd just decide when I got to LA.  

All the boys dapped me up as they were leaving, but I stayed put. Porter had snagged me a copy of Angel's album while he was at the release party and gave it to me to listen. I wanted to listen to it in its entirety and not just the top hits on the radio. I also knew I couldn't listen to it at home with Kim, so that's why I chose to stay here and listen to it. 

I pulled the album out of the drawer that I had stuffed it in and stared at the cover. I ran my thumb across the cold plastic and all I could think of was how much I missed her. The sexual nature of the cover photo didn't even bother me anymore. I expected it to be something along these lines, so it is what it is. 

I popped the CD in and hit play. As the CD was loading, I took out the little booklet that had all the pictures from the cover shoot, as well as all the lyrics on it. I didn't wanna miss any of her bars so I chose to read along as it played. 

Lil' Drummer Boy

The album intro was a skit about her court date for when she got arrested on the drug charges. I didn't think too much about it, I thought it was a dope skit though. That was smart to put it in there, I'm sure people would be super interested to hear her talk about that, since she hadn't talked too much about it publicly. 

Custom Made (Give It to You)

The song started and my eyes immediately went wide. She had added some bitches sex noises into the beat, and the longer I listened to it, I realized SHE was the bitch! They had just changed the fuckin' pitch of them so they fit the beat more.  I was instantly hit with a million sex flashbacks, and I felt my dick start to stir in my sweats. I rolled my eyes at myself and adjusted my dick so I could continue listening semi-comfortably. 

The track didn't have much else of interest to me, but her bars were super fuckin' good nonetheless. The song was mainly just about how much money she had now, which was kinda just a classic hip hop song in my opinion. 

Suck My Dick

The next track that caught me off guard was Suck My Dick. She sounded so fuckin' angry with dudes in general, which I was probably the source of, but it was kinda funny. She was talkin' 'bout bustin' in dudes mouths and sayin' she was hittin' cats from the back which made me laugh. But I knew immediately why she wrote this, she was angry with men and wanted to give us a taste of our own medicine. Or my own medicine. 

Single Black Female 

The name alone kinda made me sad, but this was the first track where she actually called me out by name on. She didn't even really call me out, but she did name drop me. The bar was "Still that's not all, bitches have the gaul/To be writin' my rhymes, said Em write my rhymes/My n**** gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?/No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishin' checks"