Free Money-Makin' Mamas by Smooth Silk Page A

screamed out like a madwoman and forced them out of my coochie. I didn’t want my baby girls to hook up with any nigga who was like their deadbeat-ass daddy. I wanted them to hook up with a motherfucker who would respect them. One who they could love because he had their backs and they could count on him to provide for them every step of the way. One who could have them riding around in a Mercedes, Range Rover, or Bentley, as they all did right now. One who could take them on trips from the Bahamas to Africa, if they chose to go there. I mean, this dude had to come correct. But the only nigga who could be down with my daughters in a way that I expected him to be, he went by the name of money.
    Yes, that’s right. I taught my daughters to fall in love with money. Money was the only thing that could give them what no other motherfucker could. It provided for them like no other and swept them off their goddamn feet. They were high off money, instead of being fucked up in the head because some damn fool done broke their hearts, done them wrong, or cheated on them. It was my job as Mama to make sure my girls didn’t go down the same path as I had travel. Getting their asses beat just because and getting kicked out of the crib because a man told you you had to go, that wasn’t where it was at. I had my stories to tell and you’d better believe that I told my daughters exactly what kind of father they’d had. They were now well aware, but Karrine and Simone had a little soft spot for him in their hearts. Not Chyna, though. She hated that motherfucker. She had every right to.
    When Chyna turned twenty-six, she did her Mama a big favor. I’ll never forget it, and I owed her big time for handling something that I could or should have taken care of years ago.
    That day, Chyna had gone to the beauty shop early in the morning to get her hair braided. Like me, she wore long braids that flowed down her back and almost touched her apple bottom big booty that was the most money producing ass in the house. While my braids sat wrapped tightly on my head, Chyna’s were parted through the middle. She had a round face that displayed her rich chocolate skin. Her body was sculptured like a goddess, and all of my girls’ curvy hips were enough to turn any man’s or woman’s head. There was no secret that Chyna and I were the closest out of me and my girls, because Chyna did shit for me that the other two might not do. She had my back. Anything that I asked her for she would do it.
    She left the beauty shop around six o’clock that evening and called me on her way to Ray’s place. He had no idea she was coming and he had told the girls that if they ever stopped by they needed to call before they came. The only reason he required that was because he didn’t want any of them to confront his bitches. The last time Simone was at his house, she beat the mess out of his side ho, Tracy, who didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. He didn’t want the girls to catch him in the act of running his drug store. My girls were no fools, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Ray was doing. I’ll just say that a motherfucker who dropped out of high school in the eighth grade didn’t have many options. Ray was a fifty-five-year-old man, but he liked bitches who were much younger than he was.
    At forty-six my pussy was all dried up, according to him, so he didn’t want no part of me anymore. He considered me washed up way before then, but that was his opinion, not mine. I was happy about that because he could lay those ass kickings on somebody else. All the cheating was left for another bitch to deal with, and he had done me a favor when he kicked me out on my ass and told me to never come back.
    The only thing that I didn’t like was when he disrespected my daughters. When Simone fought his trick, Tracy, Ray took her side and put his hands on my baby. That