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that.”
    â€œI do when its cash involved. You wanna make some extra paper?” Omega asked.
    â€œThat’s a dumbass question. I’m always looking to come up. What’s the lick?” Tut asked greedily. He made decent money on the strips Ramses had given him to look over, but his was one of the smaller and less lucrative locations. To make sure he had Pharaoh’s tribute every month, he sometimes had to take on extracurricular work, such as whatever Omega was offering.
    â€œTake a walk with me, right quick.” Omega led Tut away from the youngsters so they could speak in private. “Dig, you know me and Li’l Monk got everything sewed up from like 133rd to 145th, right? Ramses doesn’t want us dipping any farther south because most of that belongs to them niggas from Harlem Crip. There’s more of us than them, but it’d be less messy just to let them have it instead of going to war. There’s no doubt we’d win, but fucking with Gutter and Danny Boy, we’d likely lose a lot of soldiers in the process.”
    â€œSo what does that have to do with me?” Tut asked impatiently. He wanted to get to the part of the story where he got paid.
    â€œIf you’ll give me a minute, I’ll get to that,” Omega told him. “Like I was saying, we can’t really dip any farther south, but he didn’t say we couldn’t push north. I wanna lock down everything from across the 145th Street Bridge to the Grand Concourse, and redirect all that money to us, and I’m even willing to make sure you eat off this, too.”
    â€œWhat’s the catch?” Tut asked suspiciously.
    â€œThese wetback niggas who’re set up over there are in my way. It’s only a handful of them and they ain’t hardly moving enough product to present a problem if we wanted to muscle them, but Ramses won’t give me the green light.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œWell, apparently the kid, Petey, who runs things that way has some kind of history with Pharaoh. I guess his dad and the big boss were cool back in the days. Ramses agrees with my theory about the increase of income if we locked down the border, but doesn’t want them squeezed out by none of his people because it would look like disrespect to his later father’s memory on Pharaoh’s part. You know them old niggas are real big on honor.”
    â€œBut if something happens randomly to Petey by a third party, it would leave Pharaoh completely blameless and open the block up for you to take fair and square after you topple their leadership.” Tut picked up on Omega’s thinking.
    â€œExactly,” Omega agreed. “Man, I’ve tried everything with these dudes from offering profit shares to flat out buying the territory, but they’re making this shit way harder than it has to be. I can understand where Ramses and Pharaoh are coming from, but them Spanish niggas are in the way of progress right now.”
    â€œI can dig it, but let me ask you something. Why come to me instead of sending your personal attack dog, Li’l Monk?” Tut asked. He had never cared for Li’l Monk, not because of anything he had ever done, but because of where he was in life and where Tut wanted to be. Before he went to prison, he knew Li’l Monk as the dirty little kid who was always fighting. To come home and see Li’l Monk in a position that Tut felt was reserved for him was like a slap in the face. He tolerated Li’l Monk for the sake of keeping the piece in the organization, but he also deeply resented him and every so often the resentment peeked out.
    â€œKnock that shit off, man. Li’l Monk is my partner, not my attack dog. My nigga is a beast out here on the streets when shit needs to get handled, but make no mistake about it, that’s my brother. Ya dig?”
    â€œYeah, I dig,” Tut said in a less than convincing tone. “So what’s my part in