Understand something real quick: I'ma hustler's wife. Nah I ain't rocking a ring on my finger yet. But it's cool. I don't need one to prove my loyalty to my nigga. It was just known in the hood. I am that bitch. Oh my bad b I forgot to introduce myself. I am Cristal Monique Jenkins, better known by my allies Moet or Cyncere's first lady. I had earned my spot! This ain't come easy though. Trust and believe plenty of hoes had, had their try at my nigga. But they was irrelevant non mother fucking factors compared to me. Because just like a true dog Cyncere knew how to get home: always. He never could stay astray too long. Why? Because I'm wifey and don't nobody do him quite like me.