The next day I went to see Chief. A known rich nigga who had been selling dope since the eighties although only a year older than me. Chief and I grew up in the projects together. His two brothers Lake and Ron were get money niggas too, although nowhere near on the level that Chief was. Mostly they got their work from, and hustled for, Chief; who was the oldest of the three. Their mother Squeeky was a known crackhead and trick. Chief had three dope houses in the top of McDougald Terrace. There was a drought, although Flame was still running around the projects selling dope, so I knew Shell’s man Azar in Charlotte was still straight. Neither of Chief’s three dope houses were active at the moment, so I knew he was hurting. That’s what I went to talk to him about. Chief was surprised to see me, although he admitted the he’d heard through the grapevine, that I knew some Haitians with some drop dead heroin. He said his people didn’t have shit and that he was losing cliental and money every day. I told him I knew the streets were fucked up, and since we went back, I came to him with a proposition. His brother Lake’s baby mother Katina stayed in North Durham on Calvin St. I needed to put some dope out there pronto. I’d hit him with six ounces of “Black Magic,” for $28,000. Yeah, there were no more, low prices. I told him to make sure Lake got an ounce of it to take to North Durham. Lake happened to pull up with Katina and his daughter while we were talking, and he was more than happy to take the dope over to the North. He saw this as his chance to finally get his weight up. I also would provide them with twenty thousand of the black cellophane “Black Magic” stamped bags. I told them as long as they came correct, my people would come correct. And so it went. Chief, even after I told him everything was locked and loaded for the next day, stepped off and brought me back twenty bands right then! Lake would be responsible for the other four. Chief wasn’t taking any chances at not getting his hands on some boy.
“Ay yo Chief. I ain’t making but a couple dollars off this deal. My peoples told me to find somebody reliable, and the first nigga I thought of was you. I don’t need my name getting hot out there on credit. You feel me?”
“Nigga who is you? I don’t even know you.” Chief responded as he made a questioning face.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I told him as we dapped each other up and I stepped off. Anywhere that bitch ass nigga Shell was eating, I intended on snatching his food off the table and replacing it with my own. And as long as I kept it hot on his ass, I knew it wouldn’t be long before his ribs started showing.