Chapter 28

Nu-Nu chilled inside his used box-shaped Chevy Caprice that sat on 100 spoke shiny rims, listening to his favorite Scarface song and smoking that good exotic skunk with Antione Evans, a.k.a. Twan from Uptown in Clifton Terrace Projects. He was a known rat who pleaded guilty back in 1997 to two counts of second degree murder while armed and conspiracy to kill and assault with a dangerous weapon. In exchange for his guilty plea and light prison sentence, Twan snitched on Tim Dog, a real nigga that did nothing but show Twan love.

Tim Dog was still locked away in the Feds somewhere and Twan was out in society, up to his same bullshit. He’d been hanging over in Northeast, trying to hide from his wicked past in Northwest. But whatever you do in the dark will always come to light. Twan had no idea that Tim Dog was cool with Moe Styles.

During a phone call from the Feds, Moe Styles commented on Twan and how he liked how the little guy always wanted to put in some work. When Tim Dog gave him the 411 on the Twan’s bitch-made pedigree, Moe Styles made up his mind to deal with the situation. Moe Styles embraced the rat and let him get all the way comfortable around the hood. When he was sure the rat was rocked all the way to sleep, Moe Styles turned his nephew loose on him.

Nu-Nu got paid a half of kilo of coke and $3,500 from his uncle Moe Styles to crush the rat. Moe Styles told Nu-Nu it was a coming-home gift, but after he told Nu-Nu about the favor he needed done, Nu-Nu knew it was full payment for the hit.

 

“I’m as real as they come, as hard as they get

They go to talkin’ off the wall, I put a par in they shit…….

I’m the original gangsta, I tell ya’ how I do it,

I check niggas from the jump when they step to me with that bullshit.

I am a fool bitch, an eighty-eight shiner from the Southside of Houston,

You tuned to the sounds of a nigga

Who don’t give a fuck, that’s one way or the other

I’ma still get mines—play the game ma’fuckers..

The truth is in the building, it done came to light

And I done sold so many records, change my name to Life.

If I can breathe in the hood, nigga, feel my pain

And even though they tried to change me, I remain the same.

And even if I did that chrome-plated grill on my shit

I come from out the ma’fuckin’ Bricks

And I’ll never forget where I come from, Son

I’m respected in these ma’fuckin' streets I run—I’m face!

 

Nu-Nu heard Scarface’s voice in a different light. He actually was in tune with the sounds of a lyricist who painted the street life so vividly. As he nodded his head back and forth, Nu-Nu hyped himself up to eliminate the rat who his uncle hated with a passion. It was ironic how the rat’s name was identical to that of the rat he’d almost lost his life for over two years ago. That alone made the deal even sweeter for him, giving him extra motivation to do what he wanted to do to the other Twan over two years ago.

“Moe, that nigga Face be going in like shit,” Twan said in a hyped-up tone. “These niggas out here faking off all that Lil Wayne and Young Jeezy shit, but none of them niggas can fuck with Brad Joyner, for real.”

“Yeah, Slim jive be going all the way—” Nu-Nu stopped talking, pulled out his Glock-40, and shot Twan three time in the head. Twan never saw it coming.

Twan’s head slammed violently on the dashboard and slumped over the glove compartment. Nu-Nu looked around to see if anybody was looking at his car. When he saw his uncle giving him conspiratorial head nod, Nu-Nu knew everything was cool.

Nu-Nu began searching Twan’s body and he found a .45 caliber semi-automatic on him, $1,200, and a small sandwich bag full of “E” pills. Nu-Nu put the car in gear and sped off with his adrenaline racing. He had never shot anybody at point blank range before. After doing the evil deed, he felt invincible and he wanted to do it again and again. When his adrenaline settled down a little, Nu-Nu looked up and saw that he was at the intersection Minnesota Avenue and Nannie Helen Burroughs Avenue. He drove straight on through over to 48th and Jay Street, past the Chevron Gas Station, and kept driving until he reached Eastern Avenue. After the light turned green, Nu-Nu drove over to the Maryland side of Addison Road and sped to a secluded little spot in the Fairmont Heights high school parking lot.

Knowing the place would be empty because of the summer vacation, Nu-Nu got out of the car and wiped down everything he had touched. Gaining knowledge in forensic science and DNA testing from watching TV shows like CSI and Another 48 Hours, Nu-Nu still wasn’t satisfied with just wiping off traces of himself in the vehicle. He thought for a second and then took off running. He didn’t stop until he reached the gas station on Sheriff Road and bought a container of gasoline. Nu-Nu lit a book of matches and tossed them inside of the car. He walked over in the cut by the school, lit himself a skunk-laced Backwood, and watched the car slowly become engulfed in flames.

When a small explosion ripped through the car, Nu-Nu jumped back and took off running back towards the gas station on Sheriff Road with killing a rat now attached to his ghetto resume.