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realized
she needed time to find everything and prepare the bags before Bairn could
leave with them.
    "OK, you're right, Cartier. Bam meet me in exactly twenty minutes in
the Cellar."
    "The Cellar?" Bam asked in a confused state.
    "Look, I got this. Just meet me in the Cellar." Macy's Cellar was the
bottom level that held all the household goods.
    Despite Dip thinking the girls were stupid, they weren't. She never
thought the girls were smart enough to figure out her scheme, or strong
enough to stand up against her.
    "OK, sure. Twenty minutes and I'll be there," Bam replied.
    The crew waited five minutes before they hopped out of Dip's truck.
Cartier's plan consisted of them leaving the SUV in the no-parking zone,
taking all the merchandise that was stolen that day, and hopping on the
3-train back to Brownsville, Brooklyn.

    Their take for the day was over twenty-five thousand dollars of stolen
merchandise. The only thing that stopped the crew from having a big
celebration was the infamous reputation of the woman they'd just crossed.
Shorty Dip wasn't going to take what they'd done to her lightly.

     

or two days, the girls didn't walk the blocks alone. They were all too
familiar with the code of the streets and knew that their actions would
beget an action from Dip. No one had to tell them that they now had beef
with Dip. Not only did Dip's truck get ticketed and towed, but they heard
that the tow-truck driver fucked up her rims as well.
    It was only a matter of time before Dip and her crew from Flatbush,
Brooklyn ran up on the Cartel. Dip couldn't be disrespected. She had a
reputation to uphold, and if she didn't respond appropriately, then she would
be opening up a can of worms for other motherfuckers to try and play her.
    Shorty Dip didn't work a nine to five. Her job was boosting. Boosting paid
her rent, paid her car note, put food in her refrigerator, sent her daughter to a
private school, and paid for a host of other things. The common thread that
afforded her lifestyle were vics-a steady stream of young girls with heartwilling, ready, and enthusiastic about walking out of department stores with
stolen merchandise. And the so-called Cartier Cartel was the best. She had
never run across girls as ruthless and full of heart as Cartier and her crew.
    Barn was the first to notice the black Lincoln Navigator creep up the
block, as the Cartier Cartel sat on the stoop. Lil Momma, Bam, Shanine, and
Monya looked toward one another and then bolted down the block. Only
Cartier hesitated, eventually deciding not to run. She thought back to when she was eight years old and had gotten jumped by two neighborhood girls.
Cartier ran inside her house crying for her mother. Trina told her that she
better go back outside and give those girls the fight of their lives.

    "In the hood either you fight and earn respect or you run and lose
respect," Trina's words resonated in her head. "You better go back out there
and earn your respect!"
    Shorty Dip exited the car first in her toughest gangster imitation.
    "Oh, bitch, you think you tough?" Dip asked in a gruff voice, trying to
antagonize the girl who was half her age.
    "Ain't no shook hands in Brook-land," Cartier spat and prepared herself
for battle.
    "Bitch, I will beat the Brooklyn out of you if you don't give me back my
shit," Dip threatened.
    Cartier, still not bowing down, stood firm. "I'm not giving you shit and
I'm not gonna be too many more bitches-"
    "Yo, Dip, punch that little smart bitch in her fucking face!" Angie said
from inside the SUV.
    Cartier cut her eyes toward the SUV and said, "Why don't you come
do it?"
    The remaining three women inside the Navigator got out and surrounded
Cartier. Each woman looked as if they'd been in a war. They had battle scars
etched into their hard, leathery skin. Their beer bellies protruded from their
jeans and not one of them tried to hide their muffin tops with the tight
tank tops they wore. The variety