G-money asked with a slight attitude. “I have something I want to show you,” Pauleena replied with a wicked grin on her face. “What’s that?” G-money asked as he noticed that Pauleena had on a wife beater, army pants, and a pair of combat boots. “Right this way,” she said as she led G-money, Roy and Malcolm into the next room. As soon as G-money entered the room, he noticed a man with long dred locks tied to a chair in the middle of the room. From the bruises on his face he could tell that he probably been getting fucked up for the past 24 hours. “So what’s his story?” G-money asked, with little emotion. “I see somebody ain’t been on they job,” Pauleena chuckled. “Did you know that Suge was murdered last night?” “Get the fuck outta here,” G-money said fanning her off. “You don’t believe me? Why don’t you call up your friend Knowledge?” Without hesitation, G-money dialed Knowledge’s number. On the fifth ring Knowledge answered. “Yoooo where the fuck you been?
