CJ had taken a nice, hot shower as he finally made it back to his house last night. He could not believe he had OG Loc do all his dirty work for him just to kick-start his career as a rapper, something he was undeniably terrible at, especially murder someone just for being honest of his awful skills.
The next day, CJ stepped out of his house, fully dressed and now feeling rather active today. He looked around his neighborhood to see that. Not very many people were outside. He was wondering what his friends were up to. So he decided to check up on Ryder once again.
He first checked the backyard, where he saw the gangster resting on his lawn chair in the backyard, heavily dosing on his PCP. "It Was a Good Day" by Ice Cube was playing on the radio.
"Hey, Ryder!" CJ called at the stoned gangster. "This nigga's loaded... Ryder!"
CJ walked up to him and tapped him heavily. Ryder suddenly woke up from his stupor. "Yeeaahh, CJ…. " the gangster finally uttered. "Hey, CJ, tell me why I didn't finish high school."
"Because you been dealing drugs, man, since the age of ten!" CJ laughed
"No, that ain't it," Ryder replied.
"Because you went and put hands on that teacher for wearing Ballas colors!" CJ answered chuckling.
Ryder laughed as he gave CJ a high five. "But no, that ain't it either," Ryder said climbing onto his feet. "It's 'cause I'm too intelligent for this shit, man. I am the real deal, fool. Oh jeah. A genius."
CJ just laughed. "Oh, oh yeah..." CJ joked.
"Who has more straps than anybody?" Ryder asked. He took a few steps back and finally darted to CJ's face. "Who has all the straps, huh?" Ryder asked.
CJ then stretched his arms and rested them behind his head. "A man with a lot of guns?" he asked. "Shit, I give up."
"The army, my nigga," Ryder answered. "The army! Let's go."
"Yeah... Yeah!" CJ said as Ryder rested an arm around his shoulder as the two walked away. Ryder tried to offer CJ his joint.
"Go hit the wet, nigga," Ryder told CJ.
"Get that outta my face, man," CJ protested pushing Ryder's hand away.
"Go hit the wet!" Ryder demanded.
"You know I don't fuck with that, man," CJ said. "C'mon!"
He pushed Ryder away. "Busta!" Ryder muttered.
The two walked out to the street to find a van parked in front of Ryder's house. They hopped inside, with CJ taking the wheel.
"You think you can roll this van without killing us both?" Ryder asked as CJ started driving.
"Hey, Ryder, where we going?" CJ asked.
"Ocean Docks," Ryder answered.
"How we get this van?" CJ asked. "It wasn't outside when I came through."
"My homie LB, he's like a clockwork ninja!" Ryder told him. "Real dependable. Unlike some of you motherfuckers..."
"Give it a rest, man!" CJ told him driving through Willowfield. "I lost my little brother, and now I lost my Moms."
"Don't matter how much shit this city throws at you," Ryder replied. "CJ, you gotta stick by your homies!"
"Yeah, I guess..." CJ said.
Seriously, who the hell is this LB dude? CJ thought.
A lot of Ryder's ideas were just crazy. First, he considered breaking into a war veteran's home, then he contemplated robbing a train, and now the ocean docks.
This nigga's crazy, CJ thought. Seriously, is this motherfucker even human? Has this motherfucker really lost it?
CJ finally drove through the bridge and came across a warehouse at the docks. He saw that it was heavily guarded by guards wearing camouflage and armed with assault rifles. CJ felt his heartbeat skipping.
"This is the spot - National Guard Depot," Ryder announced.
"Man, this shit look real serious," CJ told him. "Are we up for this?"
"It's National Guard, fool!" Ryder said. "Weekend soldiers! Ain't no match for Grove Street OGs!"
CJ just stared at Ryder. He could not believe he was about to take on an army of guards.
Man, this nigga done lost his damn mind! CJ thought.
Since Ryder was too stoned to think clearly, it was up to CJ to figure out a way to get past the guards. So he hopped out of the vehicle and ran to the front entrance. CJ decided to climb the wall and jump out.
He remembered his stealth sneak when creeping through Madd Dogg's mansion in search of his rhyme book and decided to use the technique with the soldiers. CJ crept behind the guard and stealthily stabbed him in the neck, killing him silently.
CJ then hopped behind some crates and killed another soldier from across the walkway. CJ then ran to the storage garage and saw that there were more guards inside there. So CJ took cover and shot at the guards, killing them one by one.
CJ saw the six boxes right against the wall at the end. They were definitely weapons stored inside them, and there was a forklift parked right next to them. So CJ used the forklift to lift a row of two boxes and carefully rode the forklift to the opening of the storage garage.
CJ then hopped out of the forklift and ran to the gate. He shot down the control panels to activate the gates, thus opening the front entrance.
"Nice job, CJ!" Ryder congratulated taking the wheel of the truck and driving it inside the warehouse. "Thought that was a suicide mission for sure!"
He drove the truck inside and made a sharp turn to have the back of the truck facing the storage garage. He backed the truck closer to the storage garage and put the vehicle on park as he hopped out
"Now open the warehouse and keep these motherfuckers busy!" Ryder demanded.
"Already taken care of, homie!" CJ told him.
"Good!" Ryder said. "I'll watch our backs while you use the forklift to collect the crates. OK, homie, let's load this shit up!"
CJ hopped back onto the forklift carrying the two crates and lifted them inside the truck. He lowered them a bit to set them onto the back truck's surface.
CJ drove the forklift back inside the storage and used it to lift the two row of crates off the ground. CJ slowly turned the forklift around and accelerated to the van, with Ryder standing looking around. CJ then lowered the boxes inside the back of the truck. Those were the last two boxes inside the storage.
"They got more crates outside, CJ!" Ryder told him.
Suddenly, there were a trio of guards shooting at Ryder. "Shit, CJ!" Ryder called. "SHIT!"
CJ looked ahead to watch his friend shooting at the trio of soldiers attacking him. Ryder paced around and shot at them back. CJ quickly hopped out of the forklift and helped his friend out. They both shot at the guards and killed each of them one by one.
"Nice one, homie!" Ryder told him. "Now get the rest of those crates!"
So CJ hopped back onto the forklift and used it to ride towards a few crates outside and lift a row of two of them off the ground very slowly. He turned the forklift around and headed to the truck, where he stored the crates inside the back of the truck.
He repeated the process with two more rows of two crates, and just when he picked up the last two, he saw that more guards were coming up. So CJ quickly rode the forklift to the back of the truck, stored them inside, and hopped out of the forklift.
"C'mon, CJ, we got enough!" Ryder shouted as he hopped into the back of the truck. "CJ, get up front and drive us outta here."
CJ then hopped into the driver's seat of the truck and drove as quickly as he could.
"LB's got us a spot in Willowfield - hit the gas!" Ryder demanded. Then, he saw that the guards were chasing the two in a Patriot. "Damn, man, these idiots just don't give up!" Ryder groaned furiously.
"What's happening back there?" CJ asked driving.
"These part time soldiers got a chip on their shoulders!" Ryder announced.
"Nice rhymes, man!" CJ replied.
Just shake 'em off!" Ryder told him. "We gotta lose those soldiers!"
So CJ drove as fast as he could around WIllowfield. He made many sharp turns and continued riding until he finally lost the Patriots. He let out a sigh of relief. He and Ryder had survived being cut to pieces by the National Guards at the ocean docks. But CJ still needed a word with Ryder about his PCP addiction.
"I ain't rolling with you no more, man, 'til you off that water, homie," CJ reminded Ryder. "It mess with your mind."
"Whatever you say, fool," Ryder replied. "You don't know what's going on."
"And what that mean?" CJ asked.
"I ain't listening to no more of your bullshit," Ryder responded. "We got the guns. You ain't no gangster, homie. You want it smooth? You don't want no trouble. I keep it real."
"You wouldn't know real if it came and hit you in your cheeks, homie," CJ shot back, "which it could do, if it gave you a hit first."
"I ain't listening to you, Carl," Ryder told him.
CJ drove through Willowfield and finally made it through the alleyway to Emmet's lockup. CJ and Ryder decided to part their ways for a while.
"That shit was tight," Ryder declared as the rest of the Grove Street members showed up.
"Tight?" CJ asked. "Man, that shit was shit."
"Man, you say you're down for the homies, but all you do is complain," Ryder told him, and he went along with the other Grove Street members.
CJ watched as they all walk away casually. As much as he had love for Ryder, he disliked how his PCP addiction impaired his way of thinking. The water was really causing him to act too crazy, and CJ had tolerated it for so long. It was time for CJ to tell his friend what he was getting himself into for smoking the wet.
Lord, I wish my homie here would quit the water once and for all, he thought. I would hate to see that asshole get himself killed for doing that crazy shit, especially since he still has a living family member he don't even speak to.