What it eventually came down to was the law wanting Gloria to give up her connect for a reduced sentence. Her response to the DA was “Kiss my ass,” right before she spat in his face. For her reluctance to cooperate, Gloria received five-to-fifteen years in state prison. While out on bond and getting her affairs in order, she considered running, for fear of having her child in jail, but realistically, she knew that it would only make the situation worse. She had no life skills and the little money that the DEA hadn’t snatched was dwindling. Thankfully, having a child in prison was not to be her fate. Three weeks before she was to turn herself in, she gave birth to a baby boy. She named the child True because that was the code she and her family had always lived by. Be true to who and what you are.

Gloria spent as much time as she could with the boy before turning herself in. The state wanted to take the boy, but she was able to find an aunt who would take him in for a small fee. While in prison, Gloria counted the days until she would be reunited with her child, but a beating from a CO who she refused to sleep with stole that chance from her. In 1991, Gloria died from massive head trauma, never getting to know her son.

Two years ago there were many unsolved murders committed in New York City, but two were of particular interest to True’s crew. The first victim was a former corrections officer and the second was a washed-up dope fiend who was said to run with True’s mother back in the day. The police conducted an investigation, but when it was all said and done, neither were really missed.

“That muthafucka spits,” Lex said, passing the blunt off to Don B.

Don B. accepted the blunt and inhaled deeply. “Y’all niggaz need to take notes. I told you, listen to my direction and I’m gonna make you stars.”

“I’m already a fucking star,” Pain said arrogantly.

“Pain, shut the fuck up. You ain’t gonna be shit but a number if you don’t stop catching cases,” Don B. told him.

“A nigga gotta eat.”

“Eat? Don’t I keep you niggaz well fed and fresh? Come on with that bullshit, Pain. I’m trying to give ya life a fucking purpose, so stop throwing fucking stones at the pen. These lawyers ain’t cheap, and one of these days it’s gonna take more than a slick-talking Jew and money to get your ass out of trouble.”

“I ain’t no stranger to a bid. If I was to have to do some more time, I’d just write like ten more albums,” Pain said ignorantly.

“A nigga in a cage can’t get no money,” Don B. told him.

“Or no pussy,” Lex added.