“What chu mean? As in where she’s at physically today, or where she lives at?”
“Where she lives at.”
“Oh. She stay at the house.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Red’s house?”
“Yeah.”
“So, let me get this straight. You fucked the nigga Ray-Ray’s daughter. Got her pregnant. She had the baby, and they live with you at Red’s house?”
“Basically.”
“And where Ray-Ray live at?”
“At the house with Red.”
“And he let’s you lay up with his daughter under that roof?”
“I mean…it definitely wasn’t a simple transition. He was pissed off about the situation.”
“Fuck, I know he was.”
“Right. But we eventually had a talk. Man to man. He told me to never slip as a father, and he’d stay out of our business.”
“Okay. So, he be staying out y’all business?” TP probed.
“Yeah, most of the time. Sometimes she’ll get petty and try to tell that nigga to check me. But he just always sits me down to talk.”
“Damn, that gotta be weird. You’on be feeling pressured with her daddy always being around?”
“Nah.”
“Nah? I’m saying. You a young nigga. Captain of the basketball team. You that nigga, on the cool. So, hoes be choosing. And you done always had a way with the broads. Being you would probably cause issues in any relationship, so I can’t imagine it where you got in-house pussy, a baby, her daddy living with you, and there not be major issues, constantly.”
I leaned my head sideways. “I see what you saying, but you just gotta know Ray-Ray. He’s the biggesthoe I know. Fucking everything moving. So, me being faithful to his daughter aint never even been a real discussion. He just stresses the need for me to show up for her. Do my part for my son. That’s it.”
“He fucking everything moving? And you cool with him being with your T-Lady?”
“Shit, that’s their business. You and me both know that Red is far from green. I aint forgot about the times you used to slip back to her room, nigga.”
TP chuckled. “Yeah, ya mama is…nah, that aint a conversation for me and you.”
“Right. And as far as me watching a nigga cheat on her…that shit aint none of my business. Her words. Not mine. Cause the first time I witnessed some shit, I brought it directly to her. Then she pointed out how our lights aint been cut off since Ray-Ray moved in. The water, neither. The fridge be full. The rent-man haven’t been coming around, harassing us. She started going to the beauty shop more often. Getting new gold in her mouth. Shit that she aint never been able to do with none of them other niggas. So, she said that she don’t give a fuck about what Ray-Ray do out in them streets. As long as he pays her bills, then she’s good. But I know my mama. She gon creep off, and fuck around too. So, whatever she got with Ray-Ray works for her.”
“Shit, I guess. These young hoes aint going for that. Red is old school with it. Let her nigga cheat in peace. Meanwhile, I always end up with broads that be ready to buss out the widows in my car.”
I shook my head with a smile. “Sucks for you, my boy.”
I pulled onto a block in the heart of South Park, and peeped the cars lining the street.
“Damn, Big Mike ‘nem brought the whole hood out.” TP mumbled.
“Hell, yeah. Amir was telling me that he was about to do it big, but damn.” I glanced around, noticing all the niggas hanging out, while the boppers were trying their best to be seen.
Big Mike was a big homie and it was his lil’ cousin Tutu’s birthday. Tutu was just a couple of years older than me, so everybody that I knew on the south was probably at his party. So, naturally, I had to pull up and had just lucked up on a spot along the curb, just a few houses down from Big Mike’s mama’s house.
“Got damn.” TP gripped his crotch. “Look at the ass on that bitch.” He pointed.
