I was chill'in at my crib minding my one business when my door rang.
"Let me in... I know she in there... I know she's in there you Black Bastard."
"What Da Fuck!!!" I said to myself, "Who the fuck is this knocking at my door."
I was pissed the fuck off. All I knew, it was some female voice at my door. And what really pissed me off is what she said. Black I am, but a bastard, I don't fucking think so. I'm a black man and I don't put up with any non-sense. All of my bitches know damn well they can't just come knocking on my fucking door whenever they fucking feel like it. I don't give a fuck if they come to my crib in the middle of the night buck-naked with, " Fuck Me" tattooed on their forehead. I have fucking rules. And if you come to my crib uninvited, best believe you're gonna get your feelings hurt.
On my way to my door I grabbed my fucking gun. Like Naughty by Nature said,
"I live around the corner from West Hell, And Two blocks From South Shit."
You see I live in the Bronx. I live in a fucking war zone and you never what lies around the fucking corner. Even the bitches around here pack heat. That's why I never go to my door unless I got nine in the clip and one in the chamber.
"Open the fucking door mother-fucker... I know she's in there." Shouted the voice outside my door.
When I looked out of the peephole I was shocked. There was a well-dressed old white women standing in front of my door. She looked to be in her late 40's early 50's but who gave a fuck. I wanted to know why this bitch was banging on my door. The bitch was banging on my door making a ton of noise.
"What fuck do you want... and you better stop banging on my fucking door Bitch." I shouted.
"Fuck you... I know my daughter is in there... If you don't' open the door I'm going to call the cops."
First of all, I didn't have a clue as to what this old white bitch was taking about. But if this cunt thought I was afraid of the Mother fucking police, she was going to be very disappointed.
"BANG... BANG... BANG... BANG."
She pounded on my door. That was all I could take. Usually people in the projects mind there fucking business. People screaming in the halls don't mean a God Damn thing. " Fuck this Shit" I said to myself. It was time to silence this old white bitch.
I quickly opened the door. As soon as I opened there door the bitch screamed.
"Where's my daughter you Black Bastard."
Before she could say another word I put the barrel of my gun right between her fucking eyes.
"Bitch!!!!!... Shut the Fuck Up... Are you Fucking Crazy"
If you've never scene a white person turn whiter then a ghost then you haven't lived. This bitch was frozen solid with her mouth wide open as she stared into the barrel of my Glock.
"Yeah Bitch I thought that might shut you the fuck up."
I snatched her old ass around her neck and dragged her into my crib. She had the funniest look on her face. To me white people look funny as hell when there are scared. I quickly slammed the door and tossed the bitch on the couch. She quickly sat up. She was about to scream and I wasn't gonna have not of that. I placed the gun to her temple and covered her mouth.
"Look here bitch... If you make one fucking sound... I'm gonna put a cap in your ass... Do you understand?... Do you understand bitch?... I don't know you. And I don't give a fuck about you... I'll put a bullet in you Lilly white ass and toss you ass in the incinerator with out thinking twice."
I let that bitch know that I wasn't fucking around. Everything was happening so fucking fast. Her presence at my door was still a fucking mystery. That's when tears started running down her eyes.
"Stop fucking crying bitch... a minute a go you was acting all big and bad calling fucking names and shit... You don't even know who I am... Do you even know where you are bitch... Are you fucking lost... Do you even know what part of the city you're in... Have you lost your mother fucking mind."?
As I got spoke I got even angrier. This bitch had better come up with some good fucking answers or else. Her tears drops soon turn in to a full-blown stream of water. I could feel them running down her cheeks and on to my hand which I still had covering her mouth. I told her to shut the fuck up and to do it quickly. I told her that I was going to move my hand and that she better not scream. Before I moved my hand I gave her a once over. The bitch wasn't bad looking for an old white lady. Actually she was all right. I'm 6'3 and I could tell she was tall for a woman maybe 5'9. She was wearing a long tan rain jacket. When I tossed her onto the couch her jacket opened up reveling a short black dress and female business suit jacket. She wasn't thin either. She was on the thick side. She wasn't fat but she definitely had some meat on her.
As soon as I moved my hand from her mouth she started begging.
"Oh God... Please I... I... I'm sorry, please don't hurt me... I was looking for my Daughter... Oh... Please don't hurt me." She cried.
"SHhhhhhhh... Shut up... " I said sternly.
"First of all Bitch... I don't know your fucking daughter... Lilly white bitches don't come around this neighborhood... The only time you see a White Hoe come around here... is if she is looking for drugs."
She continued to cry as I spoke. Then I asked her,
"Is your daughter a Crack Head lady?... Is your baby a junkie?
You could see the shame in her eyes as she lowered her head and said,
"Yeeees... Yes... She a Junkie." She cried,
"She ran away from home yesterday... She was supposed to start a re-hab program yesterday... She promised she would go. She promised me she would stop getting high... Then she ran away... I found this address written down on a piece of paper in her room next to her phone... Please mister I think I've made a terrible mistake."
"Awe... That's such a sad story... that's about the saddest fucking story I've ever heard all week... News Flash Bitch!!!... Do I look like a give a fuck about your dope head daughter... Look at me... Do I look like a give a fuck about little a white junkie."?
All she could do was shake her fucking head. She knew I didn't give a fuck. She was a fucking mess her make up was running down her face and her hair was in shambles. That's when I really gave her a good going over and the first thing that caught my eye was the way she was sitting. She was sitting up and her hips caught my attention immediately. That's when I realize that this old white bitch had a nice fucking figure. Her hips flared out from underneath her. I'm an ass man and could tell immediately that this old white bitch was packing a nice PHAT ASS...
"First of all I don't know how my address ended up on a piece of paper in your home... But that's not the point... Your situation with your Daughter is not my fucking problem... My problem is you... Yeah... you Bitch!!... I'm talking to you."
The stupid fucking lady had the nerve to look at me as though I was saying something out of line.
"You come here disturbing my fucking peace... You knock on my fucking door like some kind of deranged animal... And then you have the nerve to start screaming names and demanding shit... Don't you know that this is the Ghetto and shit like that could get you killed."?
As I spoke I tapped my Glock on her forehead as a little reminder to remain silent and to let her know who the fuck was in charge. The bitch looked hot in her coat. She was sweating from her brow. I wasn't sure if it was from the heat of the moment or if it was from the heat pointed at her dome. There was one thing that I knew that was definitely getting hot and hard, and that was my big black fucking dick.
I knew this white bitch couldn't stand the sight of my black ass. I'll bet she blamed black people for her daughter being so fucked up. I started laughing to myself as I thought about how fucking stupid white people are. They think they know every fucking thing. They think the world belongs to them. Fuck the fact that she was a desperate mother looking for her junkie daughter. She was out of fucking line coming over to my crib acting all fucking crazy. She was definitely out of her mind and definitely out of her territory. I mean this neighborhood ain't even a part of the real world. Ain't no fucking trees or grass in my neighborhood. It's a concrete jungle, full of savages. And everyone is out for self. The police are even afraid to come around here. My homies throw brick at there cars from the rooftops and don't even bother running. Fucking with the police around here is like a sport. Now add a big but old white bitch and now we have a game. Weather she knew it or not, it was prime time and she was about to play and I was her opponent.
"Please Mister... let me go... I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry... I made a big mistake... I... I... I was just looking for my daughter."
"Shut Up... Bitch you ain't going NO Fucking Where... I don't want to here a fucking sound."
After I told her that, she had a different look on her face. And this time it was confusion.
"Listen up lady... hey you got a name bitch... I mean, you're in my home and I don't even know your fucking name."
She told me her name was Maureen as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Well its pleasure to meet you Maureen... My fucking name doesn't matter... Since you already called me a not so nice name."
"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean it... Please mister I'm sorry." She cried out.
I placed the gun to her head once again and told her to shut the fuck up. I sat down on the couch next to her and held the gun to her temple.
.... There is more of this story ...