Rapper’s Delight

*3 Years Later*

“I got yo back! I got you back nigga! I got you back! I got yo back nigga!” The crowd shouted to my number one song.

I got off the stage after performing at a venue for the New Hop Awards. I can’t fuckin believe I’m actually here doing what I always wanted to do. My rap career has really sky rocketed since my album, New Money, Who Dis?, released last year. It debuted as number 2 on the charts. That’s big for a nigga who started out with nothing, but a couple of mixtapes. It was a struggle getting here, but look mama I made it! Oh and this time I’m really rolling in dough. Hell I can make 10,000 cookies in a day and triple that by Friday. See that street shit comes in handy when you in the business.

For the last couple of years, I have been invited to award shows, different after parties, and nominated for a couple awards. I finally got my tour dates set for this year and it’s for eight fuckin months. My agent and manager worked together to plan all of it. RhinoS has been glad that I’m making him some great money. He doubted me at first, which I can’t lie, shit I was too. Good thing I continued to work and make some use of my life.

With everything that’s happening, I continued to remain in contact with everyone. I made it home in time to celebrate Terrell’s graduation from college. He got his Bachelor’s degree in Telecommunications from Savannah State. Yeah that nigga smart as shit and got these bitches choosing on him too. I taught him well. He’s also still doing his standup comedy. It’s actually doing pretty good and he’s making a name for himself out here. Nessy is doing her thing too. She just opened up one of her stores here in LA. It’s called “Finesse” and its a perfect name. That chick finessed those men into buying and paying off her rent. Crazy thing is that her designs and material is so good that people are actually buying it. I’ve worn a few of her designs and been asked about it from other celebrities. I always knew she had something in her that was make her a star. I even got her to be a part of my team and she styles me from time to time. Nessy is even making some of my tour clothes. My first tour is about to be lit as fuck.

I stayed in contact with Cash too. He’s been father of the year to his little girl and Mr. Captain Save a Hoe. He started working as head of security at a company. He still does his side gig at the clubs when he can. Cash told me that he wanted to come to LA to hang and meet my son. Oh yea, I got a four year old son now. His name is Sargon, which means “true king” in Hebrew. My family has been in town to meet him and they love him. He really is my little king. I met his mother, Vanessa, when I first moved down here at an after party. We clicked well in the beginning, but I guess we didn’t belong together when things started to happen. It’s all good though. She’s not the type to keep me from my son. He’s with her during the week days and I got him on weekends. Cash showed me what it was like to a raise a child. He is a true inspiration and I appreciate that. We didn’t speak too much about the last time we met, but I’m sure it didn’t mean anything.

Recently, we had a security breach on our team. The head of security, Rod, was stealing money and beats from me. I always knew that weird ass nigga was up to no good. One time he was supposed to keep an eye on the crowd and make sure nobody jumped on stage. This muthafuka was cacklin with some groupie ass chick in the back. A fan jumped on stage and attacked me. I was so fuckin embarrassed because social media got a hold of it. I’m no Beyoncé, so I couldn’t press a button and make it disappeared. This was also the worst time too because my tour was coming up in a few months and I need security. People tend to forget their home training when they spend almost $60-$80 on a ticket to come see me and a couple other musical talents. So, I most definitely need somebody to look out for me. My manager, Frank, set up three people to do an interview to see who would be good for the position.

We sat in the office room. It was RhinoS, Frank, and me. Frank called in the first guy. He came in head first. I ain’t never seen a nigga head so goddamn big. It was like his body was hooked up to a hot air balloon. Other than that, he had tats and stood firm in his muscular built.

“Alright sir. Tell us your name and what brings you here.” Frank said.

 “I hate when y’all sophisticated ass niggas say that shit. You know damn weall why he’s here. For the security position. The fuck.” I said laughing. 

“Alright, Mr. Justice. We are trying to keep it professional here.” RhinoS said looking at me. 

“Ok. I will stay on my proper behavior. Go ahead sir. Talk to us.” I said looking at the man. 

“My name is Bernard Scott, but I go by the name Brick.” he said.

 “I’ve worked with multiple celebrities in the past six years. We’ve all worked well together. I believe I can be a good person for your security team.” Brick said.

After looking at Brick’s paperwork, he does look like the best person for the job. He made sure the job was done and done correctly. There was no problems with his previous employers. They’ve all said great things. So, maybe he does deserve the job, but like my dad said “Don’t accept the first thing you see. Check around for others too.” So, I told Brick that I appreciated his time and we will get back with him.

The next to walk in was another dude. This nigga right away was a hell fuck no. He looked liked one of those niggas in school that played video games all day and night. He was ill prepared and moving around too much. It was like he was on something. He kept touching shit. I felt like I was a parent telling him to keep his hands to himself. Frank finally got his attention.

“Uh, young man, what’s your name?” Frank asked. 

“It’s Riq.” He said moving from side to side. 

“You mean as in Tariq? Like the nigga from Power?” I asked. “Yeah.” Riq answered.

Like I said, hell fuck no. I don’t fuck with no nigga named Tariq since Power. That little nigga was fucked up and this nigga in front of me is fucked up. They both can go. I checked his paperwork and he has a questionable record. The previous employer said that he was unreliable and incompetent. See, Frank tryna get me fucked up. I think this nigga is tryna sabotage me. The last nigga he brought in here stole from me. Now, you bring a half baked ass nigga in here too. Yea lil Riq got to get the fuck from round here. I told Riq that we would get back to him and that was the first lie I told all day.

“What the fuck was that?” RhinoS asked Frank. 

“Look, I wanted to give my nephew a chance.” Frank said embarrassed.

 “Yo nephew! Come on man! You know what?! I fucks with you Frank, but I don’t have time for the bullshit. My tour is in a couple of months. I need somebody to be ready like now. The only person showing me that is Brick.” I said angrily. 

“Ok. I am sorry. We got one more.” Frank said trying to get me back on board. 

“Man, hurry up with this shit.” I said ready to go.

 “Ok, he was last minute. I found him in Atlanta and he was working for a company. Though, I was able to pull some strings. He also was the club bouncer that stopped the shooter in the club.” Frank explained. 

“So you got us a club hero? Well bring him in. Let’s meet him.” I said uninterested.

Frank went out to go get him. Before Frank walked in the door, I could see the silhouette of the man. He was buff as fuck and looked liked he didn’t play no games. He wore this black jogger suit with a red trim on it. His shoes were black with red bottoms. First impressions count, so I knew he could dress. It was simple, but it went together. Frank walked in and the man walked from around the corner.

“CASH!” I shouted.

I jumped up and dapped my nigga up. I couldn’t believe he was here. It was a surprise to see him in this kind of space. It was good to see after a year. Last time we were together was Christmas Day with the family.

“Wassup, bro!” Cash yelled back giving me some love. 

“Bruh, what the fuck are YOU doing here?!” I said all excited.

 “Well, yo man, Frank over there contacted me after hearing what happened at the club in Atlanta and said that I should come on to the security team. You thought I was gonna miss out on the opportunity to hang with my bro? Not me nigga!” Cash said laughing. 

“Man this is so dope! Well you’re paperwork says that you’ve been outstanding in your position and you’ve trained almost a hundred men into the security detail at the company you work.” I said.

I was really impressed. Cash told me about the company he worked at and how it payed him good money and kept the lights on. He never told me what he did there. I guess it was to keep me from asking too many questions. His previous employers were giving him major cool points for his work progress. He sufficient and gets the job done before it needs to be done. Truthfully, I wouldn't want anybody else working with me than my nigga, Cash.

“Well, it seems like we may have met your match, Mr. Justice.” Frank said happily.

 “Oh yeah. He is definitely qualified to work with me.” I said. 

“It looks like you are now part of the team. Welcome to RhinoS Land, Mr. Christopher Johnson.” RhinoS said extending his hand to Cash. 

“Thank you, sir.” Cash said shaking RhinoS hand.

“I’ll get the paperwork drawn up and we can get you started.” Frank said shaking Cash hand and walking out the door. Cash followed behind him.

When the door closed, RhinoS looked at me and said,

“He’s not gonna be a distraction is he?”

“What you mean?” I asked.

 “Nothing. Just don’t let nothing stop this money flow or blood will.” RhinoS said walking out the door.

I hated when that nigga make threats at me and other artists. It was his way of trying to keep us in line. And what the fuck he mean ‘distraction’? That’s my dawg and he ain’t gonna distract me at all.