Scene I – Atoka, TN
Just left the P Shoota Ranch # 1 and the stress is unbelievable, Jam is supposed to be helping me manage the hoes and her ass tricking off the money she was supposed to be giving me. Now, she knows the consequences and repercussions to her actions, I’ve always made myself very clear on the expectations and I always take in consideration of known happenstance. But, this here is pre-planned bullshit, it’s been a minute since I had to exert power, but today is the day. I know exactly where she is at, because Tee Tee gave me the scoop like she always does, she is next in line for the House Hoe position and she is trying her best to make daddy happy and I appreciate that, I always reward good behavior.
Scene II – Millington, TN
Now, Tee Tee said she was on Hwy 51 at the Days Inn, a fucking 2-star hotel, with Que, an arch enemy, every now and then, some nigga has the audacity to try and take one of my hoes. Last time I checked, I was at 87, with some to spare, but niggas don’t want the average hoe, they try to take the bottom bitches, and that’s when we have a major problem. Let me call Tee Tee, “Hey Daddy” what’s up, what room you say she was in? “She is in 196 daddy, you want me to call her and tell her to open the door?” Hell nawl, I want you to do what I told you to do before I left and don’t disappoint me, you know how I feel about disappointments right? “Yes, daddy” Click. I have collected many master keys for years, to several hotel rooms around the city, and Days Inn was no exception. I park my Rolls Royce right in front of the door, dim the lights to day lights only, this wasn’t going to take long, so I leave my keys in the car. A nigga wouldn’t dare, I’m known around country anyways, all of my shit got blood on it. I walk up to the room, feet light as a feather, even a ghost would be scared cuz he wouldn’t hear me coming. I slowly insert the key card into the door, barely twist the knob and step into the room. They were in a jacuzzi suite, I tip-toed around the corner, and announced my presence. Water looks warm, their heads turn quickly to look at the door, I flash my smile and said, you two get dressed and meet me in the bedroom. They didn’t know what to think from my nice demeanor, but here lies anger behind my smile. They walk in carefully, easing to two different sides of the bed. Naw, y’all get close like y’all were when I first walked in. I smiled as they eased beside one another as if I was going to harm them. Wonder what they are thinking as we sit in this ackward silence, while the lamp on the table begins to flicker. I pull up a chair, and take a seat, I look at them as sweat is falling from their foreheads. I stand up and say, nigga, I’ma deal with you later, you know where to meet me. Hoe, stand up and get to attention, she rushed up and stood with her feet close together, and her hands closed, arms straight and close to her sides. Go get in the car, she bent down to pick up her clothes and I back handed her, I didn’t say pick up your clothes, you wasn’t shame when you brought yo mutha fuckin’ ass up in here, take yo ass to the car and don’t make me say it no mo. She slid past me, as if I couldn’t touch her again if I wanted to, I let her slide and I’ll handle her when we get back to the ranch. “Aye P, main I ain’t really know she was yours, I thought she was untouched.” Nigga no you didn’t, you gone stand here in my face and lie to me, I was gone let you slide with a few broken ribs but since you tryna play me for a fool, bet that. “Naw P, I have heard some weird shit about the things you do to people who cross you.” Yet, you crossed me anyways, ain’t that some shit, I snap my fingers, my crew comes to this door, I walk towards the door, but I slightly turn around to tell em’ to murck that nigga.
Scene III – Cordova – Ranch
It was a silent drive home, I was really tryna calm down because I didn’t necessarily want to be upset, but I knew Jam ass was gone try me again, if I didn’t handle her. Plus, I didn’t need for the other hoes to get any ideas, thinking this shit gone fly with P Shoota. I put the car in park, she has tears streaming down her face, I am immune to that bull shit, bitch getcho ass out the car and go in room # 17. She ran in the house, ass naked and silence came about in the house as she left the door wide open, the other hoes ran to the door in a single file line with their purple crown royal bags. They know what time it is, I hand my bag to Tee Tee and tell her to take up the collection for the night. I go up the winding staircase and walk to number 17, twist the door knob and Jam is sitting in the far corner of the room. I asked her to lay across the bed, face down and bury her face. I eased on the bed, pull my pimp cloth out of my pocket, put the cloth around her neck and begin strangling Jam. She was kicking and trying to scream, I pulled harder, her body went limp. I placed my cloth back into my pocket, and walked out and closed the door behind me. Picked up my cell phone and sent the squad a group message [Room 17]. As I walked back down the steps, my hoes was still in line, and Tee Tee was the line leader, she handed me my bag, and I asked her was anybody short? “No daddy, and I had extra.” I hop in the whip, pulled off and Tee Tee texted me, “EMERGENCY” they must’ve discovered Jam in the bedroom, FUCK! I forgot to tell them not to open the door. Fuck it, lesson learned, never fuck with P Shoota…..