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and every so often an intern from Big Dawg would drop money off. Most shrugged it off as True or Don B just feeling sorry for the kids, but a select few suspected otherwise, since the paternity of little P.J. was never really figured out.
    Thinking about Rhonda often made him emotional. Clearly, she was a pain in the ass, but Rhonda had her moments. For all her fucked-up ways, she loved her kids and made sure they were good. Rhonda just had a fucked-up perception of life. In the end, greed and ignorance caught up with her and she paid with her life.
    All the deaths he had been touched by or brought down on himself left a bitter taste in Jah’s mouth. He still made moves with Spooky, but his heart wasn’t quite in it anymore. As much as he wanted to completely leave the game alone, he knew he still needed to eat. Luckily, his lady, Yoshi, was a chick whose mind was always on paper, so she taught him a way to capitalize on it.
    Her job as a stylist kept her in contact with paper. Yoshi rubbed shoulders with some of the elite in the entertainment industry. A lot of these cats felt like moving around with a bodyguard would damage their street credibility, but muscle was always necessary when dealing
with paper. This is where Jah came in. He could blend in with the entourage and didn’t mind laying something down if the paper was right.
    This kept paper rolling in for Jah, when he chose to work, but he didn’t really like playing the roll of guard dog. Some of the cats he worked for were cool but the rest he could do without. To him, most of Yoshi’s clients were pussies with money, trying to stunt. Jah was of a different breed and just being around them was a task.
    â€œWhy are y’all making so much noise out here?” Yoshi barked as she stormed out of the bedroom. Long dark hair with flecks of gold hung loosely around her face, curled slightly at the ends. Looking at her exotic features, you’d never have guessed she was beaten within an inch of her life less than a year ago.
    â€œMy fault,” Tech said sheepishly.
    Yoshi placed her hands on her almost perfectly curved hips. “Tech, what are you doing by here so early anyway, when you’re supposed to be in school?”
    â€œCome by? Shit, he never left,” Jah chuckled, gunning down another duck.
    Yoshi stormed across the room and stood in front of Jah, blocking his view of the video game. She was wearing a white linen shirt and tan skirt. Over her arm she had her blazer of the same color and a large makeup case was in her hand.
    â€œJah, why do you have Tech sitting up in here, when you know he’s supposed to be in school? Its bad enough that he’s getting left back again, but you’re encouraging his bullshit.”
    Jah tried to peer around her to see the screen, but she moved with him. “Tech is a grown-ass man; I can’t make him do nothing.”
    â€œHe’s seventeen!” She cut the television off. Yoshi turned her attention to Tech, who was watching the whole thing with an amused look on his face. “Tech, you my man fifty grand, but you know I don’t condone the bullshit. Now, you ain’t gotta go to school if you don’t want to, but you ain’t gonna lay up in here all day.”
    Tech shrugged his shoulders and got up off the couch. “A’ight Yoshi, I ain’t trying to get that man in trouble. Jah,” Tech turned and
gave him a pound, “I’m out.” Tech snatched a cigarette out of Jah’s open pack and headed out the door. When Jah turned to go back to his video game Yoshi was shooting him a menacing glare.
    â€œWhat?” he asked defensively.
    â€œYou know what!” she shot back.
    Jah sighed and placed the plastic gun on the coffee table. “Yoshi, what did you want me to do, kick him out?”
    â€œYes. Tech needs to have his little ignorant ass in school instead of sitting up in here smoking weed and playing video games with