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of colorful weaves-orange, blond, and
burgundy-accentuated their ugliness.
    Yet Cartier refused to be intimidated. She hated Dip and really wanted
to spit in her face for the way she treated her crew who had been loyal to her.
All Cartier wanted was a measly dress and that was too fucking hard for Dip
to comprehend. And what killed Cartier was that the dress was f-r-e-e. Dip
acted as if Cartier wanted her to toss it on her credit card.

    "This between me and Dip-one on one," Cartier declared. "But if y'all
wanna get in it, then we can all toss it up. Whatever, however, is how I get
down!"
    Dip knew Cartier was tough and could bring the heat. She looked into
Cartier's eyes and knew she was prepared to give her a fight. Several things
raced through Dip's head in a matter of seconds. She wondered if she still
had it in her to stomp out a girl half her age. Although an avid fighter all her
life, Dip hadn't had to beat on a bitch in years. Her reputation preceded her
and usually kept people at bay. Dip also knew if she backed down now, with
Jacki, Karen, and Angie watching, she'd never live that down. Dip fingered
the screwdriver she had stuck in her back pocket and decided to ask Cartier
one last time to give up her shit, or else she was prepared to go all out.
    The loud banging on her front door almost gave Trina a heart attack.
Instinctively, she knew something had happened to her only child. She ran
and flung open the door, only to see Monya, Bam, Lil Momma, and Shanine
standing there.
    "Where's my child?" Her words were laced with panic.
    "They're gonna jump her!" Monya cried.
    "What? Who? Where the fuck is she and why the fuck are y'all not with
her?"
    "It's Shorty Dip and her crew," Monya replied.
    "Shorty Dip from Cypress projects?"
    "Yeah, her," Lil Momma answered.
    "Why the fuck is that grown-ass bitch fucking with my child?" Trina was
asking questions as she dressed feverously. "Where's Cartier!"
    "She's in front of my building. We all took off running and we thought
she was behind us, but she stayed," Monya explained.
    "You damn right she stayed 'cause a Timmons don't run from no damn
bitch! They bleed like we bleed."

    Trina couldn't wait to get her hands on Dip. She and Dip were a year apart
and had beef back in the days when they were in high school. Of course, they
argued over what women of all ages fight over: a nigga. But they never came
to blows. Each woman knew the other could handle her own.
    As they ran down the block, Trina called Monya's mother, Janet, who
happened to be her best friend, to meet her in front of the building. Trina
didn't hesitate to threaten the Cartel that if something happened to her
daughter, she was going to personally whip each and every one of their asses
and then make Cartier whip their asses, too.
    As the crew came running down the block, Trina saw a crowd of women
surrounding her daughter. She called out, "Dip!"
    Hearing her name stopped Dip in her tracks.
    "Who that?" Dip asked. Shewas confusedwhenshe sawan unrecognizable
face racing toward the ruckus. As the crowd drew closer, the face came into
focus. It was a face she didn't want to see.
    Trina looked up and saw Janet only a few steps behind them.
    "What the fuck is up with you in my daughter's face?" Trina demanded.
    Dip was more than stressed at the newfound news that Cartier was
Trina's daughter, yet she had to keep it gangster.
    "Yo, tell your daughter to return the shit that doesn't belong to her."
    Trina looked to Cartier. "You all right?"
    Cartier nodded.
    "Cartier ain't returning a motherfucking thing! Possession is nine-tenths
of the game. Whatever my daughter got that's yours is now hers! Let's set it
off in this bitch! Cartier, I got this one!"
    As Dip went to reach inside her back pocket for the screwdriver, Trina
smashed her in her face with a strong right hook. Dip stumbled backward
and the crowd began thumping. Janet jumped on Jacki and then Cartier
Cartel took care of Karen