Little did CJ know, Sweet was inside The Johnson House instead, with an emaciated crack whore wearing a white tanktop over a blue skirt and a brown hat on her head holding a crack pipe.
"Just a little bit of party," the crack whore told him. "I heard you was down. So I gotta gift from B-Dup."
"Come on now, I can't do that," Sweet protested querulously.
"C'mon, Sweet, come on," the crack whore pleaded, offering him the drug pipe. She fell onto her knees and rested her hand on his leg. "Make sure you enjoy this. This is a rich man's high. All the players are doing it. I know you're gonna enjoy this. It takes the pain away..."
"Oh, yeah?" Sweet replied, grabbing the pipe from the crack whore's hand.
Sweet was just about to hit the pipe when he was promptly interrupted after CJ barged into the house just in time to witness Sweet's action.
"Oh, what the hell you doin'?!" CJ yelled as he caught Sweet by surprise.
Sweet promptly hopped off the couch and threw the pipe on the table in front of him. "Shit!" he yelled in frustration. "Man, everything is 'caine, 'caine, 'caine! Man, I just wanna see what's so good!"
"What's wrong with you, man?" CJ asked his brother.
"Man, this shit already destroyed the whole 'hood," Sweet replied. "I... I might as well let it destroy me, too."
CJ was shocked at his brother's words. He could not believe his ears! Was Sweet really going to condescend to drugs?! All because he felt the 'hood was falling apart?! Right after he claimed to represent the 'hood after rejecting opulence with CJ and the rest of his allies?! It was now time for CJ to snap his brother out of despair.
"Man, you don't need that shit, Sweet," CJ told him.
"What do you know about this?" Sweet yelled at CJ. "THIS is what it boils down to now!"
"Come on, Sweet," the crack whore told him, climbing back onto her feet and walking up to Sweet. "Toke the smoke."
CJ shoved the crack whore out of the way. "Hey, man, that shit'll steal your heart," he told Sweet. "You can't see that? This bitch talks nice to you and this is what you do?"
"Aw, fuck this!" Sweet uttered.
"You're going to have to deal with B-Dup," the crack whore replied.
"What?" CJ asked. "B-DUP? We can handle that shit right now."
CJ grabbed the gaunt crack whore by her shirt and motioned her to the door. "Get your ass outta here!" he told her, shoving her out the door. "Bitch!"
Outside, CJ and Sweet walked up to Sweet's parked Greenwood and hopped inside the vehicle. CJ got into the driver's seat and started the engine.
"What were you thinking back there, bro?" CJ asked as he started driving.
"I'm tired, man," Sweet replied. "I'm real tired. Tired of putting the work in and still shit don't get better. Tired of seeing my family fall apart."
"Sweet, man," CJ told him, "you got more heart than that. Sure things are screwed up now, but we fittin' to take a corner, man. The day is coming when the Johnson family will be at the top. And it's coming real soon."
CJ parked right outside of the apartment building, and he and Sweet exited the vehicle. B-Dup's apartment still looked the same on the outside, but as Sweet and CJ walked inside, they saw that B-Dup's door was now burnt black, from when CJ set his apartment on fire almost three months ago.
CJ hasn't forgotten about the day B-Dup had set him up after sending a gang of Ballas to ambush him in Willowfield and tricked him into doing his dirty work for him to get him killed. So it was time for him and Sweet to give the former gang member a piece of their mind.
CJ and Sweet passed a basehead sitting in the hallway, and CJ knocked loudly on the door.
"Hey, B-Dup!" CJ yelled, knocking on the door. "Open up!"
"B-Dup!" Sweet called.
"Hey, open the door, punk!" CJ yelled.
"Yo', Dup ain't here," the basehead answered. "Moved out a while back."
Sweet turned to the basehead and grabbed him by the collar. "Where'd he go, dickhead?" Sweet asked sharply.
"Yo' yo' yo', you're messing up a cat's colors, dude!" the basehead complained.
"Speak up, fool!" Sweet demanded, releasing the basehead.
"Yo', I got something, a little something, just what you need..." the basehead said, randomly showing Sweet a pack of cocaine.
"I don't want none of that shit!" Sweet growled. He then pulled out his pistol and pointed it to the basehead's forehead. "I oughta split your wig right now!"
"No, no, no!" the basehead pleaded desperately. "No! NO! NO!"
CJ quickly stopped Sweet and grabbed his arm back. "Sweet, no, you trippin', you trippin', man," CJ told him as the latter lowered his pistol to his side. "C'mon, put the gun down! He a basehead, man!"
"Shit," Sweet replied. "He wearing Family colors, that's supposed to make him somebody."
CJ then turned to face the basehead. "Look, fool," he told him, "tell us where B-Dup is, and we outta here."
"He lives over Glen Park way," the basehead answered. "His boy always there, give a cat what he needs."
CJ then shoved the basehead out of the way. "You're lucky," he muttered, and he and Sweet turned to leave the apartment.
They went to the vehicle parked outside and hopped in as CJ took the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Oh man," CJ said as he started driving away. "Glen Park!"
"Heart of Kilo Trays country," Sweet reminded.
"Fuck it, I'm down," CJ said. "And that fool had it coming too long. We'll take the whole neighborhood apart."
"Yeah, let's roll!" Sweet ordered.
CJ planned to do a drive-by on the Ballas at Glen Park and confront B-Dup at his new house. It was the perfect opportunity for him to get back at the ex-Grove drug dealer for setting him up.
He finally arrived in Glen Park, where he saw a gang of Ballas hanging at the territory.
"Hit these Ballas hard!" Sweet announced.
"Johnson boys rollin' through!" CJ said, driving through the neighborhood.
He and Sweet decided to do drive-bys on their rival gang and pulled out their machine guns. They each aimed for the gang members and struck them all with bullets as they drove around the park. The second group of Ballas hanging by the right hand corner of the neighborhood fired back at them with their AK-47s, with CJ and Sweet firing back.
"Just like old times, baby bro," Sweet said.
He and CJ continued to cruise around the neighborhood to shoot more of the Ballas gang members, and after shooting the last group down, they had finally cleared the neighborhood. CJ then came to a park in front of a nearby house.
"Okay, the neighborhood's sewed up now," Sweet said.
"No sign of B Dup though, dog," CJ replied.
"Check that place over there," Sweet said, pointing at the house with the Ballas as the guards.
He and CJ hopped out of the vehicle and pulled out their assault rifles. They aimed for B-Dup's guards and fired back at them as the former group shot at the latter duo. CJ and Sweet had to motion around to avoid the flying bullets coming their way. But the brothers successfully killed each and every one of them one by one, and as it was now clear, they walked up to the house, and CJ banged loudly on the door.
"Hey, B-Dup!" CJ growled vociferously. "Open up, punk! I know you in there!"
CJ continued banging loudly on the door until it finally pulled open. He saw B-Dup standing right there looking at him and Sweet.
"Well if it ain't Grove's stone cold killahs!" he mocked. "I actually thought you were dead, CJ! No wonder why my apartment got fucked up!"
"Hey, fuck you, B-Dup!" CJ growled. "You set me up! You sent the Ballas after me, after everything I did for you to get you back, this is how you repay me?!"
"Didn't I tell you before?" B-Dup replied. "It's all about getting that money. You think that "4 life" bullshit mean jack shit here in the '90s anymore? Nigga, you's a dumbass!"
"And you about to see your tongue sitting on the palm of your hand, punk!" Sweet added.
"Sweet?!" B-Dup cried out in surprise as he just noticed Sweet. "Shit, I didn't know you were out of prison! I thought they was gonna keep you in there for life!"
CJ and Sweet just prepared to put B-Dup out of his misery for good. "Any last words, punk motherfucker?!" CJ asked.
B-Dup looked around and glared at the Johnson brothers. "Look behind you," he whispered to him.
CJ and Sweet looked right on time to find the Ballas gang members firing at them. But luckily, they looked right on time to duck out of the way as B-Dup began to escape. He hopped into a black Perennial parked in the driveway and drove away.
It was now time for CJ and Sweet to take over Glen Park once and for all. They ducked behind the bridge down the street and used the walls as cover. They hopped out from behind and shot back at the Ballas, who were still firing shots at the two brothers. CJ and Sweet continued shooting back, and each Ballas member was dropping like cockroaches on the ground.
The second wave of the gang war was even tougher. The Ballas were armed with a variety of weapons, including assault rifles and Desert Eagles. CJ and Sweet, however, held their own as they continued shooting at every last member of the rival gang and iced them one by one.
After a full minute of the shootout, the final wave had the Ballas using SMGs, assault rifles, Desert Eagles, shotguns, and even throwing grenades. The Ballas were really getting intense now. So CJ and Sweet took cover of the gang members' attacks and used every artillery they had to murder the gang members one by one. It was literally life or death for the brothers, and they were fighting to stay alive.
The bullets continued to fly around the brothers as they continued shooting back at them, and after two long minutes of the war, they finally killed the Ballas members and took over the neighborhood of Glen Park.
"Don't fuck with the Grove!" Sweet cheered smugly.
"Okay, bro," CJ told Sweet. "Look, you go back and round up the Grove. I'll go hunt down B-Dup."
"A'ight, CJ," Sweet agreed. "Go take that nigga out!"
So CJ hopped onto a bicycle one of the Ballas was riding earlier and rode down the street in search of B-Dup. It was now time to end this once and for all, and CJ knew that it was time for the ex-Grove Street member to earn his.
When he finally came under the freeway of the Muholland Intersection, he hopped off the bicycle and searched for B-Dup.
"Hey B-Dup!" CJ called. "I know you hidin' out here somewhere! Come on out and show yourself, you bitch ass coward!"
"Lookin' for someone, bitch ass nigga?" he heard a voice from behind.
CJ turned right on time to see B-Dup armed with an AK-47 ready to take out CJ
"Hey, B-Dup!" CJ snarled at him. "You set me up! You sold us out! You fucked us all!"
"That's right, motherfucker!" he replied. "It took you this long to figure out I'm working wit the Ballas now? I been going undercover as a new member of the Ballas, and I used Bear as bait to back me up. That motherfucker may be, or was, strong, but he was also a dumbass, just like you. So he was the perfect target for manipulation, and look at the punk ass bitch now! I been in clandestine contact with Smoke since before you were even here, and I was trying to get rid of your stubborn ass!"
"Where's Smoke?" CJ asked.
"I ain't tellin' you jack shit, homie!" B-Dup said. "And even if I did wanted to tell you, only his lieutenants know where he is!"
"You a busta, B-Dup!" CJ snapped at him. "You definitely lived up to yo' name! Because that's just what you are - a mark!"
"Oh yeah?" B-Dup replied, cocking back his weapon. "We'll see about that."
And the shootout between the gangsters began. Each of them took cover behind the vehicles parked in the lot and shot at each other continuously.
"Shoulda stayed your ass in Liberty, bitch!" B-Dup called at CJ. "You better off jacking cars out there in the East Coast, you motherfucking softie!"
CJ decided not to say a word and decided to just let his actions do the talking. He and B-Dup traded bullets with each other during the shootout as they came firing around them.
"You ain't no gangsta, motherfucker!" B-Dup shouted. "You don't wanna see me!"
CJ remained silent throughout the shootout. There was nothing he had to say. He wanted to end this shootout in silence while B-Dup continued taunting CJ.
"C.R.A.S.H. shoulda locked yo' ass up, CJ!" B-Dup called. "You better off in the showers!"
CJ was no longer going to take any more of B-Dup's tirades and fired back at the gangster. As B-Dup popped out from behind the pillar to aim at CJ, the latter finally popped out in the perfect time to fire multiple rounds into B-Dup's chest, drilling several bullets inside him. B-Dup fell to the floor coughing up blood, and CJ walked up to him.
B-Dup just glared hard as CJ. "What the fuck you waitin' for?!" he asked furiously. "C'mon! Shoot me, you punk ass bitch! It ain't like you gonna live anyway! Come on! Shoot me!"
CJ then dropped his AK-47 and instead pulled out his pistol tucked in his waist. He aimed for B-Dup's chest and pulled the trigger.
Perfect shot!
The bullet went right through B-Dup's heart, and the latter stopped moving. CJ had finally killed B-Dup, and he looked around the Muholland Intersection. The wind blew silently. The sky was a vibrant orange and red evening. The only sounds that were heard were the cars roaring distantly on the freeway and streets and the police sirens blaring distantly. CJ then stared down at B-Dup's corpse
Have fun selling yo' drugs in hell, soldier! he thought.
So without hesitation, he ran away before anyone else came around. His brother had almost despaired his own fate by trying to take a hit of crack the crack whore was offering to him earlier, and he would still throw it away even though CJ and his allies had already gotten business empires at San Fierro and Las Venturas, not to mention a mansion with Madd Dogg. CJ really needed a way to convince Sweet to broaden his mind.