Welfare Wifeys by K'wan

Author:K'wan [K'wan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781429945561
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2011-06-30T17:08:06+00:00

Chapter 19

“Yeah, they tried to take my head. These pussy niggaz tried to take my head,” Animal rapped lazily into the microphone. The small booth was so full of smoke that all you could really make out of him was the ruby flooded Muppet bust hanging from his chain. He and the character bore a striking resemblance. He was so at peace wrapped in the comfort of his music that the stress of Lee’s murder, and all the other bodies that would drop before it was all said and done, bled off into nothingness leaving behind only him and the music.

Manning the control board was Chip, one-third of the group The Left Coast Theory and executive producer on Animal’s album. The Left Coast Theory had been composed of Chip, No Doze, and Fully. Some say that they were the purest hip-hop group to come along in a long time and they seemed destined to win, but destiny sometimes has a way of throwing you curve balls as they would soon learn. No Doze’s heavy drugging had finally caught up to him and one day they found him running down Wilshire BLVD butt ass naked with a crack pipe in his mouth. His family checked him into a treatment facility to get help but that only made things worse with them substituting one drug for another. No Doze had lost his desire to make music and now spent his days staring out the window at his mother’s house. Fully, the resident menace of the group, couldn’t seem to stay out of trouble and eventually ended up getting handed a dime by the state of New York for a bar fight gone horribly wrong. All that remained of one of hip-hop’s most promising groups was Chip.

The thin Lebanese immigrant looked completely out of place at times with the Big Dawg crew, but he felt right at home among them. Since Animal had come aboard Big Dawg, he and Chip had worked closely together so it wasn’t unusual for him to find himself in a nest of vipers during their studio sessions. Initially it had made him uneasy, but after a while he’d gotten used to it. He and Animal would lock themselves away in various recording studios perfecting a sound that not even Don B. totally understood. The two made quite the odd pair, but no one could deny their chemistry as damn near everything they touched was a hit.

“A’ight, we’re good,” Chip said into the intercom, but Animal continued rhyming. Even after the music had been shut off he kept going. Chip had to bang on the glass to let him know to stop.

“That muthafucka be in a zone,” Soda said from the love seat he was lounging on with two big butt young females that he had picked up God only knew where. Soda was to Stacks Green and his Texas crew what Animal was to Big Dawg, a star in the making. Though he didn’t have quite the lyrical finesse that Animal did he had a star power about him that only came along once every few years.

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