Dog Eat Dog Page #2

Tight, tight, tight.

I'm so lost.

Just move with the music, man.

I... I knew all them

little rappers,

you know, them little

teen rappers and chicas.

The n*ggers in there would

go off about 'em, right?

Little Romeo

and little this and that, right?

But I didn't know

who Taylor swift was.

Who the f*** is she?

I never heard

of that b*tch ever.

\the f*** do you know, man?

You didn't even know

we invaded Egypt.

Iraq.

- Same f***in' thing.

Goddamn right I didn't.

I didn't even f***in' know

where it was.

Still don't.

I gotta tell ya, man.

I appreciate the threads.

Well, sh*t,

I'm not gonna have you comin' out here

lookin' like Johnny Joe.

What time are we meetin' Joey?

- Not for, like, two hours.

And we're close.

Yo, Madeline.

That French whore

i was tellin' ya about,

just got off the chain.

Hey, I'm Madeline.

You mind if I grab a red

bull bloody before we go up?

Oh, god, that's sounds horrible.

No, seriously,

that just sounds disgusting.

Why don't you just

get a regular bloody

and you can fall asleep on me.

I can take it.

Not be the first time.

- No, it would not.

Have 'em send it upstairs.

Let's go.

What's that say?

It's time to grate it

in the grinder.

So, you been

out of town for a long time?

Pretty long.

That's nice.

You're actually really

f***in' hot, you know?

Well, you're a pretty

cute kid yourself.

It's gonna be 1,500.

Oh, yeah, they

took care of that.

No, they didn't.

I'm very sure they did.

Dude, go down,

go ask the manager.

I promise you, they didn't.

Once you've had money,

you're never 100 percent sure

who your friends are.

When I was away, there was

always money on the outside

for mad dog and diesel if,

you know,

his mom needed an eye operation,

sh*t like that.

They always knew it was there,

and god bless their

little hearts, right?

But it colors sh*t a bit.

It was my job to take care

of the crew.

I had the connections

to get everybody paid,

so I rejoined reality by going to

meet an old buddy from Marion.

El grecco, the Greek.

Never understood why

people called him that,

but this guy had the contacts

and the inside info

to make dreams come true.

Good to see ya again.

Here, count it.

Come on, man, I don't need to.

What is it?

- It's $5,000.

You can pay me back later.

You don't even have to thank me.

Just don't go wastin' it

on those other fools.

So what's the gig?

- The gig?

Uh, it's a friend of mine.

Armenian dude.

Former friend, actually.

Used to be a deputy da

prosecuting drug cases.

So he got sick of

watching himself go poor

while his clients went rich,

so he switched sides,

buys himself a big ole house

in brantlow,

got a little puss on the side.

He's a squirrely guy,

but now he has a problem.

He needs some money

the wife don't know about.

So, get this, he's setting up

his former clients for rip-offs.

You'd like him,

he's your kind of guy, Troy.

Who is the client?

That'd be a monkey out of east Cleveland,

calls himself moon man.

They used to call him balloon

head till he got so much money

that now they

just call him guard.

He likes to play the fool.

He says to my friend, the Armenian,

he says, "hey, Mr. cracker."

He talks like that,

says, "Mr. cracker,

if you're so smart

and I'm so dumb,

why I got $5,000,000

and you workin' for me?"

He buys himself a house

up in rocky river.

Big ole gaudy thing,

and it needs renovatin'.

You know that part of Cleveland?

Dude, I know all of c-town,

better than anybody.

He's got a 300-pound fool

he calls a bouncer.

He likes to drive

a beamer seven.

But not in the hood.

So he's got four, five

little junker cars.

You know, switch 'em one place,

one or the other,

you know how they do that.

Oh, yeah.

But, this is where you come in,

he don't keep anything worth sh*t

up at the rocky river house,

so you gotta find

where he keeps his stash.

Get us some cop uniforms?

I can help with that, yeah.

Gonna need three.

- So who you got?

You got diesel...

- Yeah, and I've got...

No, no!

Not- not- not mad dog.

No, no, really? Sh*t!

Bro, he loves me.

Like the old fudge puncher said,

a man kills the thing he loves.

You keep him away from me.

Those paranoid types

make me scared.

These hood rats, man.

I think they've been

watchin' too much

black entertainment television

or somethin'.

'Cause they all have these

little things they do.

Like they saw in a gangster

rap video or some sh*t.

Like f*** you, who gives a sh*t?

So I guess we just stake

out his house, right?

You know,

just park nearby and...

Just sweat it out, right?

That's all ya can do,

'cause what are ya gonna do?

That's him.

Are you serious?

That's the guy.

There goes the suspension.

Chris don't do sh*t

but lay around all day,

eatin' f***in' fingers,

watchin' that housewives sh*t.

Man, when we first started out

she had a gorgeous body.

You remember that?

- Mm-hmm.

Man, it was thick but

it was like Beyonc thick,

where there's a shape to it.

Now she just got this

big ol' fat ass.

She always bustin' my balls

whenever I'm out with the b*tch.

I mean, 90 percent of the time,

the sh*t be about business.

This is the type of business

where you're gonna

meet a b*tch like that.

B*tch can never be

proud of me either.

Hey, man, I could

win a goddamn grammy,

and she would act like

it ain't sh*t, man.

What the f*** is-

same sh*t, man.

Couple of pigs wanna

roust a nigga.

We clean, though, right?

- 'Cept for the piece.

All right, cool, cool.

Just turn right here.

Make sure you keep

your hands up, all right?

Now they be scared,

but they be dangerous.

You never wanna give a cop

the opportunity

to shoot a nigga, all right?

They got a license to

kill brothers nowadays.

Driver's license.

Sir, do you have some ID?

Me? Nah, I ain't got no ID.

Supreme court say I don't

need to carry none around.

Sir, can I see your ID?

You're not listening.

Said I ain't got that.

I ain't- I don't really

supposed to have one, but...

Here.

I ain't sweatin' it,

don't even sweat it, man.

This is bullshit. Yeah.

Run these through r and I.

Yeah, man, see about Evie.

Get off her fat ass for a minute.

We gotta figure this sh*t out,

though.

Damn sure.

Step out of the car, please.

What?

Please, step outta the car.

Why don't you leave them alone?

What for?

Step outta the car,

face the car,

put your hands

behind your head.

What's all this for, man?

Face the car,

put your hands behind your head.

I ain't even did nothin', man.

Well, computer says you have some

outstanding traffic warrants.

Oh, that's bullshit!

Hey, hey, call Evie, man, tell her to

come bail me out this motherf***er.

Hey, old rich nigga. You done

shoulda paid your tickets!

Shut your old ass up.

All right, shut the f*** up

and get in the car.

Evie can't do nothin'

for you now, man.

Show's over.

Hey, man.

What the f*** is this, man?

This ain't the way

to the substation.

Hey, man, where the f*** we at?

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