Free Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) by BlaQue

gonna
bitch-up and start Souljah Boying out here? I can show you better
than I can tell you why I’m going to be the King.”
    He gave Crack a pound, kissed Queen’s cheek,
winked at me, and started making his way to the lower level of the
club towards the huge stage. Queen was the first to break the
silence, she damn near fell over laughing.
    “YaYa, don’t take him too serious baby girl.
He is a hot head by nature. He truly is talented though.” she said
still giggling. I am glad she saw the humor in the way he had come
off on me.
    It must have shown that I wasn’t used to
being carried by dudes before. I could feel my temperature rise. It
was rising for the wrong reasons though. I got off on the fact that
the nigga thought so much of himself. It made me want to mount up
and ride his ass into the fucking sunset. I heard the crowd going
crazy on the lower levels. I stepped closer to the banister to look
over the crowd below. On the stage was the object of my temporary
desire. Dread was rocking back and forth to the bass line of the
song, and then he broke out into the hook of the song which was,
“Get Me Don’t Shit Me.” The crowd was losing their mind; screaming
the words to the song while Dread ripped the place apart with his
lyrical genius. The shit was amazing to see a forty-something
rapper doing it way bigger than any main-stream artist to date. He
told a story with the swagga of Biggie, but was on his grown man
shit like Hova’.
    I couldn’t believe I was lusting after a
nigga who didn’t even realize I was fucking street royalty. I
pushed him to the back of my mind when NiQue caught up to me. Home
girl was sloppy drunk and was being escorted over to me by a few
cats I knew from Trinidad. NiQue was staggering and clinging to the
banister for dear life.
    “Girl, did you hear how that nigga was
ripping the mic?” NiQue slurred. She was partying to her own melody
in her head and was real touchy feely because she was trying to rub
a hole in my arm. That Xtasy had her on a different planet. I could
never figure out why she felt the need to chase that kind of
high.
    “Yeah girl, I heard him.” I said trying not
to show her how excited I was about meeting him and hopefully
seeing him again on a more personal level. Don’t get me wrong, I
had met some folks in my life time thanks to Daddy and all of his
dealings, but this nigga had piqued my interest, or at least for
the time being, and then it would be on to the next. That’s just
how I did things. Foxxy Brown said it best, “Fuck um, check, and on
to the next!”
    NiQue and I made our way back to our seats
after trying to get through the wanna-be’s hawking to get into the
VIP area. The lights dimmed again, signaling the start of another
performance. Dread had taken his place on the stage followed by the
rest of Cap Citi and the KushBoys.
    “Aye this is why Imma’ be King Shawty.”
Dread spoke into the mic. I knew he was directing that statement
towards me. I watched as the performers mesmerized their audience.
The big projection type screen was playing the video to the Cap
Citi Kush Boys hit song, “Gucci” which featured the actor Jackie
Long on the track.
    I wanted a piece of Dread and I was going to
have some of him. He just didn’t know it yet. We were partying hard
and doing what NiQue and I do best –tear the club up. We were
barely able to make it back to our table when I saw my worst
nightmare enter into the VIP section of the club. Before I could
even turn to try and go unnoticed, Papi walked right into me. I
could feel my pulse quicken and I wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety
of seeing him or if it was the gallon of liquor I had sloshing
around inside of my stomach. Before I could even think of a way out
of the inevitable confrontation, Papi was dead on me.
    “Aye YaYa. Long time no see.” He said
coldly. “Is this the way you treat every dude you get with? Fuck
him, steal from him, and then try and act like he