Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest Read Free

everything. The only other person I could
think of was my foster brother P.J. . He was a big time
angel dust dealer. P.J. Was the man to see before he
got booked by the narcs trying to buy embalming fluid from the funeral parlor. Cars, jewels, money... P.J.
had it all, then lost it all. He’s still doing a four year
bit up north in Elmira. I wish I could show him what I
had, but I guess for now I had to settle for Shakita’s
smoking ass.
“Can you teach me?” I asked her. There was a moment of silence as she looked up, then down, and finally at me.
“How I’m gone do that? Rich you know Manny
booked. They kicked in my door. They ran in the
house on Moffat Street. Everybody was there. The
coke, the money. Everybody got booked. Who you
gone work for?”
I was trying my hardest to keep my secret, but I had
to tell somebody. I had to say something.
“I found something, when my foster mom go to sleep
I’m gone bring it over.” Shakita’s face looked confused.
“What do you have?” She asked.
“Coke.” I answered.
“How much?”
“I don’t know... I’ll show you later.”
“Aight youngin’, but if I show you, what I get out the
whole deal?”
I knew this shit was coming but I didn’t care, plus I
wasn’t gone show her but a little piece of that brick
anyway. I had a question burning in my mind
though.
“Shakita, is it true what they say about you... that you
smoke the pipe?”
I just had to ask. I figured I may as well just be
straight to the point. Shakita sighed and placed her
hand on her hip.
“Baby I’m a grown ass woman, and I take care of me.
I lace my weed wit that naughty shit, but I don’t fuck
wit’ no straights. I’m not a crackhead, I just do me.
And those same niggas that be talking shit is the same
niggas that would be standing in line waiting to taste
this pussy. I’m twenty-nine years old and I still look
twenty baby. Play your cards right and I might just let
you taste it. You just come get me when you ready
youngin’... aight!”
I was speechless. Shakita did still look good, but she
had been around the block. I couldn’t trust nobody
else to teach me though.
I went inside my house and sat in front of the computer. I googled cocaine. I decided to do some research before I get down with this. I looked at wholesale prices, Street prices and weights. I also learned
about cutting and cooking. I decided to take what appeared to be a quarter of the whole brick and then I
broke that in half. Yep I figured an eighth of a brick
would be about four and a half ounces. That’s just
enough to get me in the game. I decided not to let anyone know what I had. I put the rest of the coke in my
closet. I put the four and a half ounces in a zip-lock
bag and wrapped it up. I walked over to Shakita’s
house. I sat down on the couch as Mr. Nick, the
neighborhood smoker/handyman was fixing the
door. Shakita was at the top of the steps.
“Come up here youngin’.” She yelled.
I walked up the stairs and past the twins, both asleep
in their room. She closed the door to their’ room and
grabbed me by the hand, leading me to her bedroom.
Mr. Nick yelled up the stairs, after having finished
working on the door.
“I’m finished baby girl, I’m gone, I’m gone lock the
bottom lock on my way out. The keys on the table.”
This was my first time inside of Shakita’s house. It
was nice. You never would have thought she was a
smoker. It was very clean and well kept. Shakita took
off her shirt and pants, and sat down on the bed. All
she had on was a lace panty and bra set. I stood there
for a moment. I saw why everyone was going coo-coo
for cocoa puffs over her. It was like watching television: Pamela Anderson-Lee on Baywatch. She was
about to roll up a dutch. I watched as she licked the
dutch with her tongue and top lip at the same time. I
licked my lips. I know she felt me watching her with
lust.
“So what you got, scary ass youngin’? I aint gone bite
you yet... chill.” I went into