Internal Affairs by Jerry Oster

Author:Jerry Oster [Oster, Jerry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-09T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Somewhere back before his brain got fried, Monroe (World) Riggs learned this lesson:

Shit. He can't remember.

Oh yeah. Here it is. Listen up:

You can sure as shit always front somebody and you can sure as shit sometimes front everybody but sometimes you can sure as shit never front nobody.

So the fuck does Bobby Liberty think he can front World that he didn't have nothing to do with ashing the Raleigh, nothing to do with popping that Benz in Queens, nothing to do with making a special delivery to some bitch on Riverside Drive, when World's got eyes to see Bobby Liberty was there all three of them times, on the scene, plain as day, big as life?

"Bobby, shit, homes, I seen you scoping the Raleigh, man, I live in the Cabot, brother, you ain't forgot that, did you? I seen all the homeboys and bitches lamping and scoping them poor flickers jumping out the windows, splattering their brains all over the floor"—Ice is nice, but on account of I had a taste of desire, gimme fire—"then I seen most of the homeboys and bitches split the scene, but one homeboy I see keep on keeping on lamping, he's been lamping since the first fire trucks and cop cars showed up, in the middle of Geraldo, he ain't even hardly moved, except once he walked down the block to the deli and came back with a Sprite and a donut it looked like, and that homeboy, Bobby, is you. I seen you, homey. I seen you.

" 'Sides that, homey, I seen you slying out to Queens in the middle of the night, man. I am on your case, brother. You was in a booth in the back of Delbert's, homes, I was in a booth in the front, your beeper went off, you went and made a call, you was with two def bitches, you dissed both of them, homey, you split. I say to myself, 'Shit, where's the wack homeboy going leaving them two def bitches all by themselves.' I tagged along, bro. You slyed out to Queens, homes, I was like your shadow. You boosted a Aries, took the Triborough, cooped out by La Guardia. I boosted a Chevette, I took the Triborough, I scoped you cooping, brother. Bridge over the Grand Central, wire and shit all over it so wack flickers don't drop rocks and shit down on the cars, you slyed through the fence, walking like a motherfucking gimp on account of the motherfucking rifle you got stuck down your pants leg, homes, a Benz comes by, you pop it, brother. Wow, solid. What a fucking shot. Marines teach you to shoot like that, man? Shit. I seen you drive down to Brooklyn baby, down by the bridge, drop a big sack in the river, sank like a stone. I seen you ditch the Aries, get on the subway, start housing some bitch like you was just a regular dude going to work.

"And that ain't all, homey. I seen you make that special delivery to some bitch on Riverside Drive.

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