Smutt
December 20, 1999
"Good thing you told us to switch shit up." Reese tells me as we sit and talk about what happened. In attendance are my main niggas, Weasel, Knox, and Reese. Along with a few others, and of course Arique since he rode with me. In total there's nine people here.
"Yeah some shit went down wit' this muh fucka I know. He a shife type'a nigga so I knew I'd have to stay on my p's and q's." I let him know. "Y'all left the lil bit to make it seem like they did some shit?"
"Yeah, nigga's thought they hit a fa' real live lick." Knox laughs.
"Well shit, y'all was on y'all shit. Y'all hear about anybody tryna move some big boy shit we'll know who to fuck over." I clap them all up individually. "Y'all know what to do from here. I'm gone."
"Hol'up." Weasel stops me as I walk out the door. "Let me sit wit'chu in the car right quick." He says once we're outside. "You mind if I sit up front right quick, lil Boo?" He asks Arique, who gives him a stank face.
"Don't call me that shit. I don't care." Arique makes a move to go sit in the back seat.
"Hol'up," Weasel grabs his arm to stop him, "Smutt lemme holla at ya' bro real quick 'fore I speak to you." I look to Arique to see if he's fine with that, he rolls his eyes but doesn't protest, so I go ahead and hop in the drivers seat.
What the fuck he need to holla at Arique about? I ask myself watching them talk outside of my car. I go ahead and start it, so that by the time Weasel is done talking to me I can peel off. They talking like a mother fucker too. Arique look like he has an attitude, standing there with his arms crossed and shit. But they're speaking in hushed tones. Weasels body language looks slumped like he sad or something, but for what though?
After what felt like the longest ten minutes of my life, they clap up like they're making amends. They hop in the car shortly after. "Y'all best friends now or some shit?" I ask laughing lightly.
"You funny," Arique laughs humorlessly, rolling his eyes.
Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. I'm not gon' do it. I tell myself so I won't check his attitude, because that isn't my place any more.
"Aight, Arique." I return the same chuckle. "What's up Weasel? What'chu needed to holla at me about?" I ask him getting straight to the point. I got other shit I need to be doing.
"How you knew them nigga's was finna come rob the traps?"
Is this nigga serious? I look at him sideways.
"I told you in the house I got into it wit' some nigga who was livin' shife, and I knew he'd come at me sideways."
"What y'all get into it about?" He looks confused. "Do I know the nigga?"
"Nigga came at me about his bitch I used to fuck." Arique makes a low noise in the backseat. I look in the rearview mirror and meet his eyes, he looks hurt. I look back to Weasel though so I can hurry up and get from around here. "I don't know if you know'em." I shrug my shoulders.
"How you knew he was shife?" Weasel presses on.
"Nigga known for bein' a jackboy." I keep my answer short, slowly getting irritated with the questioning.
"Why you let them get them few keys? Ain't that gon' be hard to get back? How you knew it was him that did it?"
"I mean got damn," I exclaim with a humorless chuckle. "Is you the feds or some'mn my nigga?" I ask him.
"Don't play wit' me like that nigga. You know I'm allergic to anything that has to do with the penal system." He jokes, I laugh lightly even though I didn't find it funny.
"I had to make sure, you questioning me like I'm on trial bruh. But I got a few moves to make. I'll catch up wit' y'all later bro."
"Bet, come by me so you can lace me up bro." He claps me up before turning around slightly to dab Arique. "Aight, Bubba. I'll catch y'all later."
Shit get weirder and weirder by the day, I swear. I sigh out loud at the thought. Arique hops out of the backseat and into the front. He buckles up his seatbelt and looks out of the window pouting.
"What y'all was talkin' about?" I ask him out of curiosity.
"He was apologizing for some shit he said to me before." He says with an indifferent tone, which is not like him.
"Fuck wrong wit'chu?" I ask him pulling out in the street to drive off.
"I know I fucked up plenty, and you may still be mad at me, but I don't appreciate you referring to me as no bitch." He said in a low tone.
"Hop out yo' chest my nigga. I jus' had to get the nigga Weasel off my tail. You and I both know you ain't no bitch." I reassure him.
"I felt like you said that shit wit' some hostility though." He says.
"And if I did I'm justified. The reason we even in this shit is because yo' ass wasn't listenin'."
"And for that I apologize, I am new to this shit, Delontae." He huffs out in frustration.
"Like I said before, some shit is common fuckin' sense. But I guess common sense ain't so common."
"How the fuck is that common sense, Delontae?" He gets an attitude, looking at me in the side of my face.
"You needa chill wit' that cussin' at me shit, Arique." I tell him sternly.
"But yo' ass can cuss at me?! Tuh! You got me and life fucked up." Then he starts to mumble more shit out loud to himself like a crazy person. "Muh fucka cussin' at me and talkin' to me like I'm fuckin' dumb or somethin'."
"Who you talkin' to, Arique?"
He looks around the car sarcastically. "Looks like we the only two muh fucka's in here, take ya pick nigga."
"Shit, yo' crazy ass must be talkin' to ya'self, 'cause I know fa' damn sho' you ain't talkin' to me like that." I look at him briefly before looking back at the road.
"I'm talkin' to yo' highlighter bright ass nigga."
"You better watch yo' tone." I tell him in a tone that broaches no argument. His defiant ass ain't catch on though.
"Or what, you ain't checkin' shit this way." He looks me in my eyes daring me to say or do something. Since we at a light I can stare him down hard.
"Aight, keep on." I look away because the car behind me honks the horn, and I see the light has turned green.
"You don't run shit this way, Delontae. Yo' ass better focus on that damn wheel." He sits back like he won.
He is so damn bold right nih. "Yo' ass lucky we ain't on'at level no mo', otherwise yo' ass would be singing a different tune when I check you."
"No nigga, yo ass is lucky we ain't on'at level no mo'. Better check yo' damn self. Tuh! What the fuck he thought?"
I nod my head, turning into the WalMart and heading straight for the back. I put my car in park and grab him by the front of his neck. "You know good and damn well I'll fuck you up in here. I'an busted off in a fuckin' month or better and I'm real tense. I suggest yo' ass shut the fuck up 'fore I have you soundin' like the bitch you thought I called you." I say in a low tone in his ear.
"Whatever, Delontae."
"Whatever, whenever, however lil nigga." I release his throat. "Now sit back a lose the damn attitude 'fore I fuck you up for real."
He adjusts himself in his seat, getting re-situated. "Don't be promisin' me somethin' you can't keep." He says with that attitude still intact.
Don't do it, don't do it. He ain't learned shit yet, don't vic yo' self. He ain't ready. I have to talk myself down in my head so I won't fuck him up in this car.
"You got it." I concede defeat, for now at least. "Did you know this nigga planned on robbin' me?" I switch the subject to something less tempting. Dick hard den a hoe.
"I would have told you if I knew some shit like that." He looks offended, but I don't give a single fuck.
"So why you ain't tell me?" I ask to see something.
"'Cause I didn't fuckin' know! Corey ass used to jack all the fuckin' time. Not me, I only hit two licks wit' him before, and that was off the strength of him being my nigga at the time. Tryna prove I'd ride for him, not because I like robbin'."
"So why yo' PawPaw kept sayin' stuff about the nigga keepin' you in trouble?"
"'Cause I used to skip school all the time. And a few times some nigga's followed me back to my peoples house lookin' for him because he did some fuck shit. I also got jumped two or three times behind his ass and my grandparents and t jones nursed me back to health. That's why my PawPaw don't like the nigga." His voice cracks a few times. "Look, I know I gave you reason not to believe nothin' I say regarding him, but please believe me when I say I'll ride for you over him any day, all day." He quickly wipes the tears falling from his eyes and then looks out of the window. "I love you, Delontae." He says it really low, but I heard him.
"Saye," I call out to him but get no response, he steadily sniffles and wipes his face. "Arique," I try again to get the same outcome. I try a softer approach, softening my tone so he'll know I mean what I'm about to say next. "Poo," I'm not surprised when he looks at me upon hearing that nickname from me. "I'm askin' questions like this because I need to know. I'm not doin' or sayin' shit to be petty in this conversation. This shit is my life, and I need you to understand the severity of the situation.
You bein' reckless by showin' and tellin' him shit, whether intentional or unintentional is unacceptable, Poo. You gotta see where I'm comin' from. What if I was slackin' and he caught me slippin'? I could be one of these people havin' dope off consignment and prolly woulda had to pay wit' my life. What if I was the flodgin' type and was really and nickle and dimer and that was somebody elses trap? You really don't know what level I'm on in this shit, shit Weasel don't even know. That is for a reason. Did you know he planned on robbin' me, Arique?"
"I swear to God," he raises his right hand to the sky, "I didn't know he planned on robbin' you." Our eyes are locked the entire time.
"Which goes to show you, you can't trust nobody with your business. Nigga's die behind the shit you did Arique. It wouldn't matter if you did it on purpose or accident. ButI trust you. Do you understand how deep that shit is?" Neither of us break eye contact.
"I understand." His tears start to flow heavier than before, "I'd rather you kill me than for someone else to do it. I jus' want you to know I'm sorry for everything I messed up. I really didn't set you up to get robbed, nor did think he would do somethin' like that since I'm directly involved. I love you, Delontae." He is borderline sobbing. "Let my family know I'm sorry and I love th-"
I didn't mean to, but I busted out laughing in his face. I mean literally cracking the fuck up! I start laughing so hard I start crying. I try to stop but he sobs out and starts trembling, and I holler! What the fuck? I can't help this shit. I calm down a bit because he's starting to get hysterical. "Poo," I start, still letting out a few chuckles here and there. "I'm not finna kill you dude." The way this nigga sighs in relief and cries harder makes me laugh so hard, my bitch ass snorted. This shouldn't be this funny to me, this man really sat up and thought I was going to kill him.
Don't get me wrong I should, but I'm not going to. "Poo, calm down." I start to soothe him, because his shoulders are shaking. Lord this is hard tryin' not to laugh. "Poo it's all good, stop cryin'." He's crying uncontrollably now. I sigh and lift him up and sit him on my lap so that he is straddling me. He wraps his arms around my neck, and buries his face in my neck. I rub my hands up and down his back under his shirt, but squeeze him to me tightly to calm him down. "Chill. I was just tellin' you that so you know how deep I cut fa' you." I kiss the side of his head. "You good, I'm not gon' hurt you, and I for damn sure ain't lettin' nobody else hurt you." I damn near whisper in his ear.
I keep talking to him in a soft soothing manner, and it takes him a little more than ten minutes to calm down and get his breathing back to normal. We both hold each other tight the entire time. When he sighs I pull him back to look in his face. "You good?" I take my hand and wipe his tear stained cheeks and snotty ass nose. He nods his head when I'm done. His eyes are bloodshot red and puffy looking. He was really scared.
"You cry ugly as fuck, you bet not ever try that fake cryin' shit wit' me." I smile at him, but he doesn't like my sense of humor and punches me in the chest. It's not super hard, but I knew he wanted me to feel it. "I'm sorry, Poo I couldn't help it." I kiss his lips. I didn't mean to, but I don't regret it. "I'm sorry for gettin' you that upset okay. I heard you and I believe you."
He nods his head, I know he's probably trying to not talk because his voice will be thick from crying so hard. "I need some info on ya boy aight, I needa keep an eye on lil man. Him and anybody you know that rob wit' him aight?"
"Okay," and just like I assumed his voice is thick and hoarse.
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Smutt got up his sleeve?
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Smutt soft ass done slipped up.
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