Analog...(Eazy-E)

F o u r

Dre's POV

"Hello?" Suge said answering the phone

"Hey, wassup Suge. It's Dre." I say 

"Aye Dre, We haven't talked in a while. What you've been up to?"

"Nothing much. I'm on this damn tour." I sigh in stress

"Mm. Are you alright? Because, you don't sound so good."

"Hell no. This N.W.A shit is really getting on my nerves."

"What's been happening?" 

"It's just that...I feel left out as fuck."

"Explain a little bit more."

"Since N.W.A been together, I feel left out. Eric gets all the attention and recognition. All the girls are on his dick. Everyone else including me is left out. They might not think that, but that's my opinion."

"You saying you want to leave N.W.A?"

"Hell yes! I'm tried of being left out of everything. I feel like Jerry isn't doing his job. Eric doesn't know what the hell he's doing. All he knows is the money he's getting. I'm not suppose to be saying this..." I say pausing thinking if I should say it or not

"What is it Dre?"

"Eric has a ghostwriter!" I exclaim through the phone

"The hell? Who's his ghostwriter?"

"Ice Cube. He gets recognition. But, I personally think Cube deserves more recognition than the whole group. He's the one that wrote the lyrics to every song! Eric is getting so much damn credit for nothing! He only knows how to rap."

"The tea. The tea. Dude, have you ever tried exposing this lying motherfucker Easy. Or whatever the hell that short ass motherfucker's name is."

"No Suge! Eric is my best friend. It would be hella wrong exposing him. It would be absolutely fake. But, I personally think Eric is being a fake piece of shit..."

"That's just wrong. Leave N.W.A. and expose that motherfucker!'

"I know it's wrong Suge. Can I ask you something though?"

"Sure."

"Can I join Death Row?'

"Of course! I've been wanting you to be with me for the longest. But, you've been with N.W.A. I personally think Death Row will be better for you. We got Michelle, Snoop Dogg, and Krupt. Many other people you will get to know. I'm telling you it's going to be amazing."

"Thanks man. All I gotta do is leave N.W.A." I sigh 

"Don't worry about them dude. They're not paying your bills. Are they? I can answer that, hell no. I think all of them are fake pieces of shit. At least Death Row doesn't have fake people dancing around the place like barbie dolls." Suge chuckles devilishly

"Mm. Okay."

"Dre, before you can officially join Death Row you have a task."

"What task?" 

"I'll tell you when you leave N.W.A and come to Death Row." 

"Alright then."

"Bye Dre."

"Bye Suge." I say as I hung up the phone

*Itty Bitty Time Skip*

I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling. So many thoughts were swimming in my head. These thoughts were telling me not to go to Death Row. But, I'm going no matter what...

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