Doing Hard Time Page #3

Come on, baby.

Come here, y'all are coming back.

All right.

- Rayvon.

- Hey, Amber.

- What the f*** is she doing here?

- How am I supposed to see my daughter?

Tell her to buy a digital camera

and send the pictures.

Don't even start with your sh*t, all right?

N*gger get locked up and

everybody got a little extra lip on their ass.

Let me tell you something.

I won't be in here forever, remember that.

So what's up?

You saw the man on your way in?

- Just like you said.

- You gave it to him, right?

Yeah, but that $5,000 will cut into

the radio spots we're to buy.

Let me worry about that.

You make sure that money get in the bank.

- Give him the other half after the concert.

- Okay.

Me and you been through a lot together.

I mean, n*gger been there for you.

When you had nowhere to go,

who took you in?

- You did.

- I did, so act like it.

What the f*** is going on? Hey, cops!

What the f***!

You beat him long enough,

he's gonna confess to being you.

- He already confessed.

- What?

That was for Teal.

Busted his kneecaps.

He'll be lucky to ever walk again.

F***ed me up.

Fine. Have fun.

Where's your f***ing loyalty, Wade?

When Durty Curt hit the yard tomorrow...

I want you to shove that shiv

up his punk ass.

Yeah, for sure. I got that. No doubt.

Gutter, Mathematic,

Capt. Pierce wants to see you.

Soon as we done in here.

That wasn't no goddamn request.

Get a move on.

You trying to rob me, n*gger?

Gonna f***ing kill me?

No way I'm going for this!

You die, motherf***er.

You die, b*tch.

What?

I can't hear you.

Your bro Mathematic bet on the wrong man.

Game over.

We're trying to figure out

what happened here.

If you saw anything

that might help us clear this up...

it might take some time off your sentence.

Aren't you just the Angie Dickinson

reincarnated.

Alas, my dear, we live in a world

ruined by senseless brutality...

fueled by cowboy politics

and violent music videos.

Yet we wonder why

life still smells like poo-poo.

What is that supposed to mean?

I didn't see sh*t, I don't know sh*t,

and I don't give a sh*t.

Get the hell out.

- So, where were you?

- You know where I was at.

Refresh my memory.

I was in here talking with you

about some bullshit.

So you didn't do it?

Did you?

I walked in and there he was, you know?

- No, I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

- The n*gger was dead.

There was blood all over the place.

Looked like a f***ing butcher shop.

- That's when I called the guards.

- Then you didn't do it?

I got nothing against n*ggers.

I think everybody should own at least one.

But to answer your question, no.

You and Raymond Carver had a beef, right?

I ain't had no love for the man,

if that's what you mean.

- Where were you?

- In my cell.

- You sure about that?

- Ask Clever. He'll tell you.

Thank you.

You in prison, I'm not.

There was a concert last night. Sold out.

The promoter probably made

a nice piece of change.

You know that.

Give it up, Smalls.

You should've known better

than to bet against Clever.

That's right.

Aren't you missing something?

Fat ass.

Sh*t's coming together like butt cheeks.

I made a gang of loot,

your man is gone, and you got away with it.

- Now, that's ice.

- Old Razor had it coming to him.

You would know that

if you spent a day in the street.

No doubt.

But Mathematic might feel the same

about you.

- We took him good.

- I don't give a f*** what them n*ggers think.

I done gave the man the other $5,000.

Amber's gonna bring that paper today.

I give Pierce that loot,

and after that it's gonna be all good.

I hear you talking.

I'm just trying to figure out

how low a chick's self-esteem have to be...

- to date a n*gger locked up.

- She ain't no soccer mom.

But in case you haven't noticed,

there's a shortage on good men.

But couldn't she date the mailman...

the guy that washes her car,

packs her groceries?

- They ain't no good men, Clever.

- They good enough to be free.

Look, I ain't shitting on your game...

but does a broad really think

she can find a good man in jail?

He's locked up.

There's something ain't good about him.

All right, girls, let's break it up.

Craig, you got a visitor.

What the f*** you doing here?

Didn't your punk ass tell me

to come visit you?

You get the f*** up out of here

with that bullshit.

Why? 'Cause your white girl

coming to see you?

You ain't got nothing to say now?

I got news for you. She ain't coming.

- Rayvon, what is you talking about?

- I want talk about Amber.

You know, your blue-eyed wonder,

the one you let run sh*t?

Well, she ran the f*** off with your money.

You told me to meet her after the concert

to get some money for Tori...

- and the b*tch was gone.

- She probably went to the store.

Okay, not only was she gone...

but your apartment was empty

and all your furniture was gone.

The landlord said that b*tch moved out.

They say it's better to be pissed off

than pissed on.

Well, I'm pissed off.

So you're getting pissed on.

What's going on?

Ain't nothing going on.

You know that chocolate milk

run right through a n*gger.

- Just came here to take care of business.

- Did you take care of it?

- What?

- Your business.

Lt. Lodge, please escort these gentlemen

back to their cells.

- All right, you heard the man. Move out!

- Let's go.

- Quickly!

- Keep your eyes front and move!

- Your package didn't come.

- F***ing cracker b*tch double-crossed me.

Took my paper, fled.

So what that make me now,

the walking dead?

Won't be the first time a woman

done crossed a man, did a man wrong.

Most of the brothers up in here

because of a woman.

- So you understand my situation?

- I understand you got a problem.

So I'll keep on having this problem

until I come with the rest of your money?

I'm not as corrupt

as you might want to believe.

You and Razor were gonna get at each other

one way or the other.

I just got paid in the process.

I got a new hearing aid.

That's all good for you,

but where that leave me?

I'm not gonna make nothing happen,

if that's what you be thinking.

So in other words, I'm on my own?

That's my man.

You think that little move with your man

was clever?

What's wrong with you?

Think because you got a new boyfriend

you can take my money?

I run you. You do what I say!

I'll pimp your f*ggot ass...

have motherfuckers gang-rape you

till your a**hole bleed red.

You got me, you f***ing queer?

This is Eddie Mathematic, motherf***er.

And I own you, b*tch!

Flip this motherf***er over.

- Come on.

- Let's f*** his ass.

I can't believe I broke my heel. Jesus.

- You'll call me "Miss Shepard" or "ma'am."

- Yes, ma'am.

Close the door.

Are you aware

Curtis Craig is incarcerated here?

No, ma'am.

I wasn't aware...

that Curtis Craig and Raymond Carver

were in prison here.

Well, Raymond Carver isn't. He's dead.

While you may not have been aware

Curtis Craig is incarcerated here...

we certainly are.

And you will be transferred,

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