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❛ . . . COME TO DEATH ROW ! ❜
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in which a young californian native
gets signed to the most dangerous
record label known to mankind, a...
WELCOME TO DEATH ROW ! ( CHAPTER FORTY FIVE : KNOCKIN' DA BOOTS? )
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❝ OH, BABY, PLEASE DON'T EVER LEAVE ME. JUST STICK WITH ME, MAMA, PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE. ❞
EXCERPT : ZAPP , BE ALRIGHT.
Saturday, February 17th, 1996 • Beverly Hills, California
SINCE DRE WASN'T AROUND lately due to squirming his way out of being part of the label, I had to work with different alternatives for my album. Daz was someone that I trusted to work with and he was very vocal when it came to the process of certain tracks.
"I think you should get DeVanté to work on a few songs. His production skills are crazy. He's even West Coast influenced so he'll know how to work around what you want." Daz suggested as we sat in the studio.
"That's actually not a bad idea. Why hadn't I thought of that?" I couldn't lie, he was right about DeVanté, he had the magic touch and I was more than willing to have him work with me.
"Have you heard from Dre?" I eyed Daz, hoping that he'd say that he did but he only shook his head. "No, he ain't nowhere to be found. He hasn't been around here in a long ass time-"
"Then why is Michel'le still around here then? If her and Dre are together, she should be with him. Am I right?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"They broke up. And as far as Miche'le goes, that hoe is fucking around with Suge on the low. She doesn't think anybody gonna find out but I have my sources." My mouth flew open at the beans he spilled.
"Suge? What? That's, that's crazy. What is her purpose of fucking him?" I asked. "Shit, I don't know, but that shit is fucked up though." I sighed quietly, not knowing what else to say.
It was unexpected but then again, Michel'le and I were not friends and I had no intentions of being her friend either. So, I had no idea what she had going on and what her motives were. Nobody in the camp cared for her besides Pac and a few others but that was it. She was a fake individual that you had to keep an eye on.
She was the type to do whatever to get to the top so I wouldn't be surprised if that's why she was fucking the boss-the man that had control over the whole label.
"Well, call DeVanté up for me and we'll make the music happen. But until then, I have to head out to go meet Larenz to begin planning for the wedding." I was excited but not so much for the whole planning part of it. Figuring out how to plan a wedding felt pretty daunting.
