Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest Read Online Free PDF Page B

“Boxxi” game on the mega-touch screen. I
felt somebody close behind me. I felt a tap on my
shoulder and I turned around. It was the nigga Fats
from Central Avenue.
Fats ran Central Avenue and Evergreen Avenue. He
was one of those wanna be ballers. At thirty five years
old, he had been flipping the same four and a half
since he was old enough to hustle. Fats was a neighborhood fixture though, and no one ever imposed on
his strip without being swiftly checked. Fats rested
his hand on my shoulder.
“Hey youngin’... you need to move them workers off
Wilson Avenue. Y'all too close to my strip. You stepping on my toes.”
I looked at Rich and he looked back at me before I responded.
“I’m gone holla at Manny and see what’s up, aight.”
Fats smirked and retorted.
“Do whatever you gotta do, but make sure you move
them workers. Make sure they stay off Wilson Avenue. I’m being courteous out of respect for Manny...
and only out of respect for Manny.
Fats turned away just as quickly as he came in. all
sorts of thoughts raced through my mind. I looked to
Rich and he beckoned for me to follow him out the
bar. We left Wiz and Dave and went to sit in my car.
There was silence until I turned over the ignition. As
soon as the the car started I was ramming.
“That’s some nut ass shit yo... fuck that nigga. Who
the fuck he think he is telling me to move the workers
off the Avenue. It’s whatever wit me yo!”
I was ready to ride and I know my suns was too. I
knew Fats and them was older than us and more experienced, and had way more guns, but fuck it. Rich
looked at me and shook his head no. He wasn’t with
that.
“Yo, this shit aint that simple. We gotta be smart
about this.” I shook my head in agreement.
“But we cant just let that shit ride though... and we
cant just wait for him to do something to us, you feel
me.”
“Well... if we pull the workers off the Avenue... that’s
gone show weakness and we gone lose money and
the strip. We could leave the workers out there and
call Fats bluff... and prepare for war. Or... let’s go over
Shakita’s crib. Manny should be calling soon. As a
matter of fact chirp Xavier and tell him to stay on
point and watch out for them Central Avenue niggas.”
We pulled around Decatur Street to Shakita’s house
and played Need for Speed with the twins until Shakita got back in the house. After Rich explained the situation to her she sat down and put her hands over
her face.
“Manny already called me today.” she said and then
continued.
“Y'all cant go to war with Fats, I mean, you can, but
then you not gone make no money, its gone get hot as
shit around here, and some of these soldiers gone
die.”
Rich sighed and sat down before he responded to
Shakita.
“So what you saying, cause I’m not bowing down to
Fats.”
“That’s what I’m saying, fuck that fat ass nigga.” I
said while looking directly at Shakita.
“Aight look, Fats is just fishing... his strip is loosing
money. He Don’t want it wit Manny, but he gone try
you cause Manny locked up. He's waiting to see if
those workers move. Don’t move 'em. Make an example out of the first Central Ave nigga that step foot
over this side of Wilson Ave. Then set Fats up to go
through some shit wit some Brownsville and some
Bed-Stuy niggas. He can't fight two wars, come at
y'all, and make money at the same time. If you keep
them beefing at Fats, the problem will cancel itself
out... you dig me.”
Rich got up and hugged Shakita. She did have some
good advice. When I left out to get in the car, Rich
stayed back for a few minutes before he came out. We
rounded up all the workers and put them all out on
Decatur and Wilson Ave. We waited and waited for
somebody from Central Ave to cross Wilson Ave. An
hour later we spotted two niggas coming across Wilson Ave wit hoodies on. They ran up on Xavier and
Dave and put gun to their heads. One of them backed
up slightly before he spoke.
“Y'all know what it is... run