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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Part One
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. Part Two
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. Part Three
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
  50. About the Author
  51. Newsletter Sign-up

“Damn, you might be good for something after all.” Pain slapped Rel on his back.

Rel grinned like a fool as he accepted praise from around the table for the potential jump-off. He looked over at Yoshi and smiled sinisterly. He had put himself out there for Yoshi and she had shitted on him, a slight he hadn’t forgotten. Rel rubbed his hands together in anticipation of payback on the bitch who had stepped on his heat.

Before stepping around the corner to where the elevators were, Ralph peeked out cautiously. His .25 was secured in his boot, but he still didn’t feel safe. Before even pressing for the elevator, Ralph called a cab and the operator confirmed it’d be there in three minutes. Covering all his bases, Ralph pressed for the elevator.

Ralph had only been waiting for a few seconds, but it felt like forever. He was so nervous that he felt like he would shit his pants if he didn’t get out of Harlem soon. Finally, the elevator chimed and the rusty doors began to slide open. Ralph took one step and light exploded in his eyes. He slumped against the wall, feeling the blood begin to run from his nose. Struggling to open his eyes, Ralph almost fainted when he saw Jah standing over him, smiling.

“Oh shit!” Ralph said with his eyes bugging out of his head.

“Shit is right, and when you rode out with them niggaz against me and my people, you stepped in a whole pile of it.”

“Yo, Jah, it wasn’t like that. Let me explain!” Ralph pleaded, scrambling backward until he hit the wall.

Jah reached down and grabbed Ralph by the front of his shirt, snatching him to his feet. “Fuck can you explain to me, how youse a sucka-ass nigga, or why Crazy Eight died in the fucking gutter? Nah, don’t explain it to me, explain it to the devil when you meet him, bitch-ass nigga!” When Jah cleared his .40 from the holster, Ralph made one last attempt to save his life and lunged for it. For this he was rewarded by a shot to the chest. As he stumbled around, trying to stop the flow of blood, Jah gave him one in the face. “You rat bastard.” Jah laughed before stepping back onto the elevator.