Doing Hard Time Page #2

From County to State to Federal Pen,

motherfuckers come and go daily.

And they do talk. Faster than the Internet.

You must know I'll have to bust Razor's ass

before this is all over, right?

Odds are four-to-one you lose.

And how the f*** you figure?

He's down with Gutter and Mathematic.

Nothing happens in here

without them sanctioning it first.

The motherfuckers setting odds on this

don't know sh*t.

I set the odds.

I run the book for the whole tier,

and I ain't been wrong in five years.

- That's 'cause you don't know Durty.

- But I know Gutter and Mathematic.

Gutter don't talk unless he's using his fist.

And Mathematic, his name says it all.

A calculating, cold-blooded killer.

You may be dirty, but them n*ggers...

are grimy.

If they so grimy,

how they got you on the books?

They get 20%.

But to answer your question,

they'd have to fight me to take it away.

And odds are they'd win.

But there's a possibility

that I could win, too.

Now imagine that.

You get your ass kicked by a f*ggot...

where would that put them

on the food chain in this piece?

How's the coaching going, man?

Not bad. We got a couple

of promising Olympic contenders.

There you go.

Must have been pretty disappointing...

not to be able to compete when you got out.

Yeah, but I can't say

I'm not happy coaching.

- Can I ask you a personal question?

- Sure.

How do you survive it?

- Survive what?

- Prison.

- You got to destroy the light.

- What light?

You gotta flip the cool light off,

and turn the mean one on.

You gotta not give a f*** if you live or die.

Where nothing means nothing.

The cool light off.

The mean light on.

One more time.

Have any of you little girls

seen Jimmy the Runt?

Little girls?

that only 5% of all people

knows and teaches the truth.

And 10% conspires to hide it.

No, that ain't the truth.

The truth is black people

were the original people on this planet.

Right.

Just look at civilization.

We're the mother and father to that.

What happened was

a scientist came along...

and created the white man

from the black man...

and in turn,

tricked the black man into slavery.

- I don't believe that.

- That's what happened.

I'm a Christian man.

I mean, I believe in Jesus.

I don't think that's what it was.

It is. And y'all need to just marinate on that

a little bit while I go take this piss.

He don't get it.

You got to learn your daily mathematics.

That's the truth.

Your move.

I'm Durty, man. Durty Curt from Detroit.

Good for Detroit. We're playing a game here.

I'm talking to you

or this fat bastard over here?

- Look, motherf***er...

- It's cool. He can speak to me.

So anyway, your man,

Raymond Carver, Razor?

- We got a little problem, man.

- No, you don't.

We had some business in the street,

all right?

The n*gger reneged and tried to rob me.

I know he mentioned it.

I don't know what you're talking about,

Durty, or whatever your name is.

Somebody cheat you out of something...

file a complaint

with the Better Business Bureau.

I come to politic some business,

and you're sitting here playing games?

No, you came to see if I'd flip

if you touched Razor.

Razor's a punk b*tch, no argument.

But he work for me.

And he'll keep on working for me

without drama until I say otherwise.

There's your answer.

You got a problem with that,

you got a real problem, son.

No, ain't no problem. No problem at all, bro.

What, did I miss something?

What the f*** you do that for?

That's to let you know, the end

you kick back to me just went up 10%.

You gonna move, n*gger?

You take care of me,

I take care of you, all right?

I don't want the n*gger in my house.

N*gger, I know you laying up in my sh*t

with my b*tch.

Put that on Razor.

Your man Durty

ain't gonna see the week out.

There's a $50 cash limit, Smalls.

You want to do more, it's got to be in trade.

Not for Mathematic.

He says you take all he bet.

You got a problem with that, go see him.

No.

- It's all good in the hood.

- Cool.

Put me down for $20 on Razor, also.

- Cash or trade?

- Trade.

You got any money on your books?

$200. Why?

I'm going to give you a list.

When you go to the prison store, you'll use

that $200 to buy what's on that list.

What the f*** am I gonna do that for?

- Don't watch.

- I'm not, Clever.

I can't go when you watch.

It's what your insurance policy costs,

and I'm the broker.

Everybody's betting against you.

If you make it through the week, I clean up.

That's good for self, but what's in it for me?

You get to live, plus 10%. And if you don't...

it won't f***ing matter.

Make a deal with Pierce, and it's on.

You want something, Craig?

Clever say you're the man to talk to.

Clever talk a lot of sh*t.

Don't mean it's all true.

If a man's got a problem with an inmate

and wants to resolve it, what he do?

According to your file,

you promoted concerts, right?

You want a stadium to hold a concert,

how do you get it?

I rent it.

- How much, man?

- $10,000.

$5,000, up front. $5,000, after.

Damn, you got to pay to play?

Way of the world.

Why should in here be any different, right?

Are you aware you were straddling

two lanes back there, sir?

I was?

Have you been drinking, sir?

Drinking?

Step out of the car, sir.

Don't move, motherf***er!

This is what it takes?

Get down! Get your ass down!

This sh*t ain't right, Curtis.

Your daughter has needs.

I got needs,

and your responsibilities ain't being met.

Rayvon, didn't I tell you

I was going to take care of it?

For Christ's sake, I'm locked the f*** up.

And whose fault is that?

It damn sure ain't mine.

And don't try to act

like you ain't got no money.

- Mommy, can I have a soda?

- Yeah, baby.

- Here you go. Give Mommy a kiss.

- Thank you.

When did you ever hear me say

I ain't got no money?

I said Amber would take care of you

after the concert.

That's what I'm talking about.

How you gonna let

that off-brand b*tch run sh*t?

That's why your stupid ass is sitting

where you sitting.

What does Amber got to do

with me being locked up?

You hang out with stupid white b*tches,

you start doing stupid-ass sh*t, that's how.

You gonna make me

smack the sh*t out of you.

I wish you would.

Then they can just add some more time

to the time you already got.

Let me spend the last couple minutes

I got left with my daughter.

All right. Go on, baby.

That's your daddy,

an example of what not to grow up and be.

- Raise your arms.

- I'm here to see Capt. Pierce.

- You here to see Curtis Craig?

- Yes, sir.

I need to have a word with you, ma'am.

I got this, Lodge.

Raise your arms.

And your mama been calling,

talking about she want to see Tori.

- Take her to see her, then.

- She got a car. Why can't she come see her?

Like I got extra gas and money

to be driving to her place.

- You know what?

- What?

Take the picture, man.

I got to go. My time is up.

Coming to see me next week?

I don't know. I'll think about it.

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