My Besties: The Come Up (11 page)

“The doors open. Come up.”

“I’m hungry. You gon whip a nigga up something?”

“I got some steaks on the grill. My nephew and his little friends are stopping by too. I called my little sister to keep your cousin company. That cool?”

“Yeah, I’m walking up the stairs.”

(LJ)

“Poohman, grab them beers out the trunk.”

“Nigga, what’s wrong with yo hands?”

“You an ol’ lazy bastard.”

“So what, pussy. Yo mama like it.”

“I’mma tell her you said that shit too.”

“What? Na, I’m just playing. I got em.”

“Thought so.”

That nigga doesn’t want problems with my mom Dukes, AKA Heidi D. Back in the days, mom Dukes and my Auntie Boo ran the projects. Which one? Shit, all of em’. My Auntie Boo was a beast on the drug game. She slung the pistols even harder. My mom Dukes straight just knocked niggas out. Literally! My daddy saw a few stars fucking with her crazy ass. So Poohman already knows that shes bout that life.

“Auntie, we downstairs.”

As we head to the stairs, this little chick from across the street calls JuJu. “Hey Ju, let me put a bug in your ear.”

She turns to look at me. “Go head, but hurry up baby. It’s about to rain.”

As she begins to cross the street, I get this fucked up feeling in the pit of my stomach. I look at Poohman who’s also looking at me. I don’t even have to say shit. He knows me too well.

“What Jaw? We got beef?”

I shake my head. “Na, my nigga. Something just don’t feel right.”

(JR)

As I’m riding down Marquette looking for the address that my cousin gave me, I see Jaw, Poohman, and two familiar looking bitches walking towards the house that I’m looking for. I haven’t even hit Jaw up since that shit went down. Fuck it! My brother dies by the hands of a bitch that you leave with. That makes him just as guilty as her in my book.

“Fuck are they doing over here?”

I pick my phone up and hit my cousin.

(Big Moe)

“Yo cuz, where you at?”

“I’m a few houses away from where you at.”

“Then come on up. You tripping. My little shawty got some steaks on the grill.”

“How well you know this bitch?”

“Nigga, fuck the riddles. Spit that shit out.”

“You know I was saying that I found out who hit both licks.”

“Right. Who told you?”

“Tutu told me, right before I shot her grimy ass. I told you that those niggas at the bank looked familiar.”

“Who you thought they was?”

“Jaw and Poohman.”

“The little niggas you went to school with?”

“Yeah.”

“So what up?”

“They asses walking up the stairs to where you at.”

“FUCK YOU JUST SAY?” I had to catch my tone.

“You good boo?” I looked at shawty with pure hatred, but I knew I had to keep it cool.

“Yeah ma, I’m cool.”

After she walked back into the kitchen, I put my plan into motion. “JR wait a few minutes and then come up. Were Poohman and Jaw alone?”

“I saw two bitches with them, but now it’s only one.”

“Wait about ten minutes and then come up.”

I’m on fucking fire. Is the hoe trying to set me up? See, this is why I don’t trust hoes now.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Ramon, can you open the door?”

(JuJu)

“What up, Katari?”

“Bitch, where you been? I been trying to get a hold of you for two weeks now.”

“I been booked up. What’s up?”

“I see. I asked Tyesha where you were. Anyway, bitch shit just got real out here.”

“Well don’t keep me in suspense.”

“First, rumor has it that you and yo crew killed Pancho.”

My mouth almost hit the ground. “Who the fuck lying like that?”

“Lil Man said y’all killed his brother and ain’t nobody heard from his sister, Tutu.”

“I don’t even know a Tutu and his little ass better quit lying like that before I get Woodie to fuck his little ass up.”

“That ain’t even the half. Some nigga been riding around the hood in a tan Impala looking for some nigga named, Dirty E.”

“What he look like?”

“I haven’t seen him, but I know he paid Lil Man and now he knows that E is a girl. I also know who y’all is too.”

“E, gon get that little shit.”

“Just be careful. You know you my boo thang.”

“Thanks boo.” I picked up the phone to call Jaw. No answer! Fuck it. He’s just going to have to come with me to fuck Lil Man up real quick. As I start walking back across the street towards the house, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“What’s that all about?” I say to no one in particular. As I reach the top of the stairs, I don’t hear shit. “They must be on the back porch.”

I turn the knob to enter Boo’s apartment, and out of nowhere, I feel a gun being pressed to my back. “Bitch, I’mma kill you just like you killed my brother!”

I could have pissed myself right then and there. I tried to turn around, but he pushed me through the door. What I saw next, brought me to my knees. Jaw and Poohman laying unconscious. Boo and my besties were all tied up on their knees with duct tape over their mouths. I was so into my conversation with my girl outside that I didn’t even see E and Tiki pull up.

Damn, out of all the shit I’ve done in my life, I never thought that it would end like this. As I look into the eyes of my besties, I see no fear. We came up together, got money together, cried together, killed together, and shit, I guess it looks like we’re bout to lay it down together. We had a great run together. We shook this motha fuckingg city up like dice. For real!

Coming up, all we had was each other. We didn’t give a fuck about nobody because nobody gave a fuck about us. We rode hard in these streets, burning a lot of motha fuckers in the process. What? We E.S.C., Eastside Crazy! You better know it.

We fucked up though. We got comfortable, started sleeping on the enemies and they swarmed on our asses like killer bees. As I stand here ready to meet my maker, I can’t help but wonder,
did I choose the wrong career path
? Hearing the hammer cock back on the gun that I’m sure would end our lives; I can’t help but see my life flash before my eyes. The beginning was bad, but this shit right here, my nigga is death… Literally!

(Lil Mama)

Why the fuck isn’t nobody answering their phones? Agghh! This shit is pissing me off. I got some words for Boo’s ass. I love my sister, but she’s been keeping shit from me. Call me paranoid if you want, but I had Pete watching her ass. She’s back in the game and I’m mad about it. I thought that time was enough to shut her ass down. It’s dangerous and she’s got enemies that she don’t even know about.

From what Pete said, the nigga that told on her is sniffing around town trying to get the drop on her. Why is he looking for her now? I don’t know, but it’s not good.

“Boo, pick up the phone. I’m on my way over. Pete told me some shit. I’mma kill yo ass, just so you know.”

(JR)

“Bitch, I’mma kill every last one of these motha fuckers and you’re going to watch me do it. You made me watch my brother die, so I’mma gladly return the favor.”

I looked around the room at each and every face. Sure enough, these are the little bastards that hit up my garage, and the bank in Indiana.

“Big Moe, we got stained by some fucking kids. Where the fuck our money at from the garage and the bank?”

I snatched the tape off of the stud broad’s mouth. “Talk pussy!”

This little bitch looked up at me, hawked, and spit in my face. “Fuck you, nigga!”

The nerve of this bitch ass nigga. “OH YEAH?”

WHACK!

I punched that bitch in her mouth so hard that my knuckles bust. “You gon be the first one I torture and kill.”

I turned my attention to this pretty ass bitch with emerald green eyes. I remember those eyes. No lie; she was the one that upped that AK-47 on us at the bank. The way she shot ol’ girl in the head without hesitation, I knew not to underestimate her. She was a killer. I snatched the tape from her mouth.

“I know those eyes. You the bitch from the bank with the AK.”

She just looked at me. The look she gave me sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, you think you tough?”

Still no answer.

“Okay, have it your way.”

I walked over to where I had knocked Poohman’s ass out.

“Where that money?”

Her eyes shot daggers at me. Guaranteed, if she could get to me, she’d try to kill me. I like a gangsta ass bitch. “I’mma come back to you. We got all day, but this nigga I don’t need.”

I pointed the gun at Poohman’s stomach.

BOOM!

“POOHMAN! NOOOOOO!”

“Oh, you do talk.”

(ReRe)

All I know is, one minute we were all laughing, walking up the stairs and the next thing I know, we had a big ass gun pointed at our faces.

“Get the fuck on the ground!”

“What the fuck?”

“Bitch, shut the fuck up!”

Then out of nowhere, WHACK! WHACK!

This crazy ass nigga knocked Poohman and Jaw out cold. I’m mad that I left my pistol in the car. He snatches me in the crib and that’s when I see Boo tied up on the floor.

“Lay down, hoe!”

Damn, I’m about to die like this? I hope Ju don’t come up here. I want my bestie to live her life to the fullest. My life has been fucked up since birth. I don’t have a soul. I don’t have shit, really. I’m used up. That’s why I haven’t let Poohman sex me. I’m too scared that he won’t like it, because my daddy used me up.

Oh God! I hear people coming up the stairs. Shit, think! Fuck! It’s E and Tiki. I can’t call out to them because I don’t want to get shot. Shit, I’m about to die anyway. As I got up enough air in my lungs to scream past this tape on my mouth, I guess the dude saw me make that effort. This grimy motha fucker hit me so hard in my stomach that I saw stars.

“UGHH!”

“E, don’t,” was all I got out before everything went black.

(E)

“Man, I’m hungrier than that thing.” Tiki looked at me like, what’s new. “Tiki, call one of them hoes and tell them we are around the corner.”

She picked up her phone. “Neither one of their asses are answering the phone. Probably all boo loving and shit.”

“Let me find out, you jealous.” She looked at me as if I was crazy.

“You know better.”

We hit Marquette and found a parking spot. “They’re here because there go Jaw’s Charger.”

To be honest, the whole scene didn’t feel right to me. As we made our way up the stairs, I felt funny as shit.

“E, what the hell? Why you looking like you smell a shitty diaper?”

“I don’t know, Tiki. I don’t feel right.”

“Quit smoking all that weed, hoe.”

“Whatever!”

We get to the top of the stairs and I swear it is quiet as hell. I went to reach for the doorknob when all of a sudden, the door flies open.

“What’s good, Dirty E?”

(Lil Mama)

I can’t believe that nobody’s answering their phones. I need to talk to Boo.

“Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel while being caught at a red light. I look up to see this old ass lady mean mugging me.

“What the fuck you looking at, Granny? Mind your business, ol’ nosey bitch!”

Yes, I was that mad. As I pulled up to her crib, there were no parking spots. “Are you serious?”

I finally find one a few houses down. As soon as I get out, I see my niece’s little friend Katari running towards me.

“Girl, why you looking like somebody just slapped the shit outta you?”

“You need to get up there, now! I heard a shot and I heard somebody scream!”

“WHAT?”

“I saw this nigga creep up there after JuJu left from over here. I been calling, but she ain’t answering.”

“FUCK!

I’m on parole. I don’t need this shit. I ran back to my car and popped my trunk. I grabbed my gun and checked the chamber. What? Better safe than sorry. This the Eastside of Chicago. These niggas don’t discriminate. Parole or not, I stay strapped and for future references, don’t bring your ass over here without one.

I hit the gangway and quietly crept up the back stairs. As I make my way to the top of the stairs, I could hear voices coming from the kitchen area.

“Big Moe, don’t kill em yet. We need that money, nigga.”

“Fuck all that. Let’s shoot these motha fuckers and be done with it. We can hit another spot. I’mma start with that bitch Boo since she wanna set niggas up.”

Kill Boo? Shoot WHO? Not my sister. Okay think! Before I could come up with anything, all hell broke loose.