SEX, MONEY, AND MURDER PT.7 (A STORY BY KING PEN)

I answered my nextel on the third ring. Taye on the other line nervously informed me on how he overheard somebody talkin about how I supposedly raped some white bitch and he wanted me to meet him at Jefferson Park. When I pulled up at Jefferson I scoped the basketball court where I knew Taye was sure to be and low and behold, there he was on the court putting on a show. Taye was already a celebrity in his own right, so the growing crowd standing around the court watching came as no surprise. Being number #2 in the state made Taye  a popular dude thru the city and on more than a few occasions people would stop him and ask for an autograph or just to tell him how they thought he was gonna go pro. Second place wasn't good enough for Taye so he strived for first. I knew just how much of a promising future he had ahead of him and that made me start to regret ever going to get him but one thing I knew for sure,  I wasn't gonna let my little cousin go down for this shit. He was the only real hope for makin it out the hood.

Taye standing on the other side of the metal fence started to go on about how he over heard niggas sayin my career was over and how im facing a rape charge. I smiled a devilish grin and let out a odd chuckle for this was my favorite part of the game, I perform better under pressure. I loved when muthafuckaz write me off, it’s nothing like the element of surprise and when I pop up, I pop up. "I went and holla'd at some det. Muthafucka he said she told him it was somebody else with me so I told him I was wit a jay"! Jay? That sound like Taye my cousin replied sounding like a little kid. I couldn't help but flash that devilish grin again and let out that odd chuckle and say "Calm down lil nigga, I got this! We didn't rape the bitch so we good! I got the detective muthafucka settin up a lie detector test; I don't got shit to hide"! Taye responded wit a blank look on his face. "If my name gets caught up in this shit, it’s sure to run the scouts off! I got 4 different colleges checking for me, I got basketball camp in 2wks, scholarships, and on and on before I cut him off. "Nigga I don't know shit about no fuckin scouts, and scholarships and camps and shit"! I never had that chance, so imma make sure you do. Like I said, I got this! Just let me handle it" I said tryin to reassure him but his face still bared a puzzled look." Worst come to worst, they got no case; wit no witness" I said as I did my signature wink then turned to leave. As I walked away I heard the basketball Taye had in his hands bouncing franticly against the pavement and then i heard a monstrous dunk followed by the roar of the waiting crowd. I thought to myself he must perform better under pressure.

I decided to play the crib for the next few days. I cut the power off on both of my cell phones to be free of all the he said she said bullshit. After clearing my head of all the bullshit goin on I turned em back on I had 20 messages. Mostly females but three messages stood out the most. The first message was my boy Tee:" Yo!!! A nigga fuck dat hoe shit! All dat aint bout nothing, nigga you know im callin talkin bout paper....get at me A.S.A.P kid......1"! I figured shit must have really dried up on the streets and he was hoping I was sitting on a little something to get a little bread circulating. The next message was my cousin Taye: "Whatz good big cuz? What's the word on that situation? I don't know if I’m tripping but I've been seein a white range with some black dude in it around my house a lot lately....anywayz nigga im actually scheduled for camp this Monday so you need to get at me before I leave..... I don't need no shit comin to hunt me while I’m away pursuing my dreams....get wit me cousin"! I figure this nigga was just on some paranoid shit and was makin something outta nothing, but then again when you got a shot at playing in the N.B.A. It’s a whole different ball game literally. The third message was from Det. Jones:" um yes, Akeem this is detective Jones and I’m callin in regards to the polygraph test......I have it set up for this Wen. At 3:30. You can give me a call in the meantime if you have any questions if I don't hear from you I will be expecting to see u Wednesday or there will be a warrant out for your arrest..... Good day"! I thought about how god works in mysterious ways. Here it was Wednesday 12:45 pm and a bright and sunny day if I might add. I was feeling good, I knew these muthafuckaz didn't have shit on me and I was ready to prove it. I hopped in my sts, swung by my boy Tee crib to see what this nigga was talkin about. Anytime a nigga say something about money they speaking my language even tho I know all money aint good money. Just like I suspected this nigga was tryin to get some work. He went on about how he knows I had at least had a 8th stashed some where just for times like this. "Nigga I know yo tight ass got something somewhere, you ready to get in the kitchen and bake up a cake and tax niggas"! I couldn't help but laugh witch caused me to start choking off the smoke I just inhaled." Nigga you think you know me huh? I said with a smile on my face." Nigga I been around you for 10 years....I know how yo chump azz get down! Tee replied. Naw but on some other shit tho, if you wanna take a trip my peoples down in Memphis say they got them slabs for eighteen five but you gotta come and get em. Tee was originally from Memphis but moved here when he was 12. Tee often went back to visit his fam but I don't know if I was ready to take a trip that far 2 cop something from some muthafuckas I never dealt with even tho they my boy peoples and he my right hand man.

I told Tee I would give it some thought and get back at him about it later. After givin my dog a pound I was back in the caddy shooting thru the city quicker than the rumor about me that seemed to be spreading like wildfire. I went and let my barber put that million dollar line on me and taper my sides, picked up my clothes from the cleaners then I was back to the crib to get dressed to go take this bullshit ass polygraph test.

I was pressed for time so I took a quick shower slipped on a crisp white tee, a pair of artful dodger jeans and some white mauri's wit the green and red strips. I put on a pair of Cartier frames to give me that sophisticated look and was out the door. I arrived at the county at 3:30 on the dot. I parked next to a white rover, hopped out and headed to the third floor. When I made it upstairs I bumped into det. Jones. He was talkin about how he just put out a warrant for my arrest and here it was only 10 minutes past 3:30. "You can call off your hounds" I said as I laughed an assured laugh at this prick. Shit wasn't as funny when I was placed in a small room with a white Det who conducted the test. Even though I knew I didn't do shit and I had nothing to hide I still felt a little jittery. "You can relax, but this my hurt a little the det. Joked as he wrapped some cord type of shit around my chest and hooked something to my fingers. "Ok my name is Det. Roberts and here's how this work, the machine picks up your breathing rate, pulse, blood pressure and perspiration. Any significant change in vital signs such as faster heart rate, higher blood pressure or increased perspiration all indicates when a person is lying" he explained. Ok well I never took one of these test and I have to admit just being hooked up to this machine is causing my hands to sweat and making me nervous I informed the det who then assured me that it was perfectly normal to feel this way. The det. Let me know how he also had minimum experience in the field of being a polygraph examiner. "Ok first I’m gonna ask you 4 simple questions to establish the norms of your signals and then I'll proceed with the real questioning. After the polygraph test was complete Roberts said he would analyze it and Det. Jones would let me know the results in a day or two. This is real fucking good, I got a rookie talkin about a day or two for results. I’m thinkin to myself, how the fuck can flavor flav catch a bitch up in a split second on a reality show but this muthafucka need a day or two. I wasn't worried about nothing I knew I had passed it. Det. Jones came in, told me he'll be getting with me but I’m free to go. We took the elevator down together and out to the parking lot where det. Jones put a black briefcase in the backseat of the white rover parked next to me then said." When you get a chance, can you get Spencer’s autograph for me? The kid is gonna be big"!

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