A/N: Wow ya'll, I'm really feelin' the love!! I didn't think my fic would be this well received! Thank you for real. Now, down to business. I said things were going to get unpleasant for Riley. Hopefully this chapter will kinda set the tone for that. Don't own Boondocks. Language (as usual). Enjoy!

"Alright Thugnificent, we're ready to begin whenever you are." About twenty-five minutes had passed, and the core members of Lethal Interjection were sitting on the living room couch listening to the man in the ball-cap. "But before we get started, I just wanted to go over the recording schedule we have planned. First, I'd like to conduct the interview portion with each of you together, then separately. After that, me and the crew will do a good thorough sweep of the house so we can have plenty of footage for editing. Its gunna go a lot like Cribs did, but there's obviously going to be a great deal more of talking. Basically the concept is to give the viewers a more humanizing angle of you, if that's alright."

"It's all good man." Thugnificent smiled, his demeanor pleasant and laid back. "Jus as long as it looks a'ight, I'm straight."

As the filming crew got into position, there was no doubt in either Flownominal or Macktastic that things were looking bad for the crew's youngest member—Thugnificent was far too at ease for their comfort.

After the interview's end, the crew leader informed Thugnificent that they would be taking a ten minute break. When the man had gotten far enough away, the storm of negative energy brewing within Thugnificent seemed to chill the air around him. Flownominal and Macktastic remained hushed all the while, fearful of the anger that seemed to permeate their very skin. Never had they seen him like this—it unnerved them to no end.

And then the doorbell rang.

Going to retrieve it, Thugnificent's expression hardly changed as he opened his front door.

"Thugnificent I presume?"

"Yeah."

"A Pimp Named Slickback, how do you do. I am understanding that you are in the middle of a hoe drought, correct?"

Thugnificent sneered just enough to let his top grill show. "…Sumthin' like dat."

"Hmm…" The pimp smiled coyly as he twice rapped his cane on the concrete stoop beneath his gator-clad feet. Then, in sweep of immaculate synchronization that even Thugnificent couldn't deny, all the doors in the black Escalade caravan in his roundabout opened up and out stepped the biggest and most diverse harem of bottom bitches the gangsta-rapper had ever seen.

"I do believe sir," cooed A Pimped Named Slickback most condescendingly, "I am here to the rescue."

Thugnificent eyed the slender man hard. "How much?"

"Five grand not a penny less, and that's only because you know the boy. Consider it a 'friend of a friend' discount." The pimp said smugly.

Thugnificent scowled so hard face was nearly about to crack—yet his voice was even as he spoke through heavily pursed lips. "You take a check?"

"What, so it can bounce cuz silly niggas like you don't now how to keep yo bread in check? Cash only son or I packs up my bitches and beez on my way."

Veins began to bulge and a thin sheen of sweat surfaced on the chocolate flesh of the seething rapper at the uttering of this. The motherfucker had him by the balls and very well knew it. The pimp snickered.

"Try not to shit a kitten my brutha…it ain't that difficult a decision." A Pimp Named Slickback commented quietly behind his maddening smile.

"…Jus stay yo' frilly-ass right there…I'll be back."

The pimp chuckled in his throat as he watched the gangsta-rapper disappear back into his house. Just then, Riley appeared at A Pimp Named Slickback's side.

"So, is it all good?" The boy asked having not seen the exchange between the two men.

"It would appear so." The pimp replied not looking at him. "Although I'm not sure your neighbor fully grasps the sheer depth of his discount or my graciousness. I have brought with me today sixty-five of my most thoroughbred hoes--the best that money can buy--and he's getting them all for an eighth of the cost.Cristal has indeed tipped the scales massively in his and your favor. So you'll understand when I say this can't ever happen again, am I right?"

Riley blinked before he answered. "Uh…yes?"

"Ah. Good boy."

Thugnificent stalked over to his safe-behind-the-painting in his master bedroom. Fingers deftly negotiating the combination lock, the safe door swung open to reveal in it several stacks of money. Before he became especially famous, Thugnificent had promised himself to always keep an emergency stash just in case shit ever hit the fan. This was his fall back money, his 'I ain't dead yet' fund. And yet, here he was now about to exhaust the whole damn thing over a knot of bitches he couldn't do shit with. Sick with anger, he took the wrapped stacks into his hand. Five even. This shit could not be real. But fuck it—he'd put it back. Right now there was business to attend—masterminding would have to wait, though that fact did very little to calm him down. With a rancorous growl, he slammed back the safe door, its mechanisms locking with a loud metallic clank.

Back downstairs, Thugnificent strode past his two flunkies and back to the outrageously garbed pimp that still stood in his doorway.

"Alright nigga, five stacks, get the hoes in here."

"Suits me just fine. Sweetest Taboo," the man called over his shoulder. "Come collect for me please. The rest of you, in the house."

As the women continued to herd across the home's threshold, A Pimp Named Slickback made his way back to his caddie with Sweetest Taboo close behind. Riley looked triumphantly at Thugnificent as the last of the girls filed in.

"Ok Riley. The bitches are here, fine. But if you don't mind, I'd like for you to stick around until after all this is done, eh?"

Riley smiled. "You got it Thugnificent!"

It was about six o'clock when recording had finally finished. With the hoes gone, and Flownominal and Macktastic on their way home, Riley was finally alone with Thugnificent.

"Yeah, Thugnificent! That shit was da'bomb!" Riley exclaimed jovially.

Suddenly, Riley was snatched backward by his collar from behind and flung mercilessly to the floor. He was in a bit of a daze as he tried to figure what had just happen. Before he did however, a fist full of his jersey had been collected in the colossal grip of the man over him.

"Listen close ta'me ya lil' muthafucka! I just gave that pimp my stash that I've been savin' longer than yo' narrow ass has been alive! Make no mistake that I will be takin' every bit of it outta yo ass!"

A/N: gasp What is this?? Just a hint. Trust me, I love Riley to death, but my lil' man in for a world of hurt. Till next update.