Harm City II: East or West Side

By Retina Smith and Harold Duncan

This is an fascinating Urban Novel that gets in the reader's face. It gives a closer view and perspective about the life in the mean streets of Baltimore City.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781619274860

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the Author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons living or dead is entirley coincidental.

Copyright ©2013

Harold Duncan

Retina Smith

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, except for the inclusion or brief quotations in a review, without permission in writing from the author.

ISBN: 978-0-1234657-8-8

eISBN: 9781619274860

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

Shug Tragedy

CHAPTER 2

Knock Em' Down Bitches

Pussy Pound

High Energy Bitches

CHAPTER 3

Record Label

CHAPTER 4

The Legends

Pretty Boy & Boo

Darius b.k.a. Dirk

Glen & Fats

KB Legend

Black Jesus

CHAPTER 5

Beefcake & Long

CHAPTER 6

Court Scene

CHAPTER 7

The New Generation

CHAPTER 8

Time to Shine

Shug

This blue Chrysler 300 pulls up on the corner of Pulaski & Clifton with this white guy driving. The 300 had slight tinted windows. The window rolls down with the man in the driver’s seat and someone yells out the window, Hey Randy, can I holla atcha for a minute? Now Randy b.k.a. Shug was standing near all his boys drinking, rolling dice and smoking blunts so the corner was crowded with girls and guys. Randy says who’s that? the person in the back seat of the car says, Lil Bo, so Randy knew who it was and he began walk over to the car. When he got to the car window, Lil Bo said, this is for Big Bo. The hit-man missed, and pointed a 30-30 machine gun out the window. The machine gun spits out 5 slugs that hits Randy in the face, shoulder, stomach, leg and neck. Shug was dead before he hit the ground.

Now everyone on the corner starts to run but no more shots were fired because the target was hit. The 300 slowly pulls off to its next destination, which would be R-G. The car pulls up slowly to the target and Lil Bo tells the white man to stop in front of the store where Will is serving a customer a bag of weed. As soon as Will walked inside the store, which is only one way in and one way out, Lil Bo gets out of the car with the 30-30 machine gun. Once he enters the store he yells, Hey Will, this is for Jermaine. Since I can’t find him, I’ll settle for you! Nine slugs smash into Wills body slamming him against the store wall making his body jump all around. Blood shooting out of every hole. The Korean people ducked behind the counter for cover.

Bo runs out of the store and jumps back into the car where the base head white man was hitting his pipe with some crack rock. Reality began to hit the white man. If this dude can go around shooting his own people, what would he do to me? I am white; not a black nigga! Bo yells, Pull the fuck off and put that damn pipe away! The white man drops the pipe stem in his lap and presses down on the gas. Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop- the window of the car shatters as they pull off. Jermaine is busting his 9 milli at the person that just shot his homeboy. The white man loses control of the car and crashes into another car that was sitting next to a police car at the stop light. Lil Bo jumps out the car drops the weapon he had just killed two people with. Bo drops the machine gun. The police lock Bo and the white man up not knowing the gun that they now have has two murders, plus they had a crack pipe to go along with the weapon. Jermaine sits across the street and watched the police lock Lil Bo up. Now he realizes why Will had just gotten killed. This was due to the attempt on Big Bo’s life, one day before.

Shug-Spaceman & Penny

What’s up Jermaine? Why did you call me around here early in the morning, when I just left your house late last night, Randy inquired? Because Randy, I just found out that Big Bo is selling big dope and I want it to stop pronto. Well Jermaine, it will cost you 50 grand and that’s because you are a homeboy, Randy replied. Jermaine said that’s a small thing compared to what the block was making. Now the block was pulling in at least 100 grand a day. Jermaine told Shug to meet him up Mondawmin Mall at the Popeye’s in twenty minutes so he could get the money out of the safe. Shug says, That will give me enough time to plan the hit. Shug jumps back in his green Lexus GS, with gold BBs rims, and pulls of slow. His destination was North-n- Pulaski. He would need Penny and Spaceman for this job.

Once Randy hit the block, he sees Spaceman and Penny sitting on the corner of Pulaski and Walbrook. He pulls the Lexus in front of them and hops out. Hey ya’ll, do you want to make 10 grand a piece? Spaceman says, Baby need shoes and Wifey needs a new car- so you’re just in time. Shug says, I’ll be back in 20 minutes with the money, name and address of the mark, so meet me at Lulu Bar. Randy jumps back in the Lexus now to meet Jermaine up Mondawmin Mall at Popeye’s to get the 50 grand. After he gives Penny 10 and Spaceman 10 grand, that will leave him with 30 grand. Randy walks in Popeye’s Jermaine say, I’m over here. As Shug sits down in the booth beside Jermaine, Jermaine slides the picture, address and the phone number of Big Bo over to Randy, along with some money. Shug gets up and leaves.

Penny and Spaceman are sitting at a table in the Bar watching Danny Mule and Carlos bet 10 thousand a game on pool. Carlos was already in Danny Mule’s pocket for 40G’s but that was nothing to Mule’s long, deep pockets. He probably has 80 grand in his car’s glove compartment Spaceman and Penny thought. But once you enter Lulu’s Bar, you are protected from being robbed and the reason for that was because that was a million dollar gambling spot. So you wouldn’t rob for petty change, plus if Lulu went to one of his gambling partner’s spot, he got the same protection. Randy walks in the door and sits at the table with Spaceman and Penny. Hey ya’ll two, this job is not going to be easy because the job is over EAST B-More on Barclay Street and it’s always crowded on that block, Shug says. Spaceman said, we will have on mask so what will be the problem? Penny said, Because we won’t know who’s strapped. Spaceman said, It won’t make a difference once I start spraying this Mac 11 that he now put on the table, showing off, Plus Penny you have that Street Sweeper", which is an automatic shotgun that will clear a whole block once that starts spitting slugs. Randy slides them the info. There’s nothing more that needs to be said.

Shug gets a call on his phone. The number says Pretty Boy . Hello, yeah what’s up Pretty Boy? Hey Shug, do you have that 50 grand that I gave you in Vegas, Pretty Boy asked? Man, don’t call my phone asking me for shit. When I get it, I will call you ", and Shug hung up. Now Pretty Boy wasn’t a whore, but Randy had the backing of Glen, and Glen was a hood legend- the meanest nigga on the streets of West B-More. So Randy could get away with talking to Pretty Boy like that for now.

Spaceman & Penny

It was about 2:30 am when I was awakened to a loud noise. It sounded as if someone was tussling downstairs, and then suddenly there were the loud gunshots. Oh shit, Big Bo yelled while hopping up grabbing his boxers and running to the dresser to grab his .45 auto pistol. Yo, get in the closet Rozetta", he ordered. Obeying, I jumped up and ran to the closet and sat on the floor in the corner and began to shake. I wondered what was going on and moments later there were gunshots that came from two different guns.

The sound of the footsteps coming up the stairs sent chills through my body causing me to almost shit myself. Peeking out of the cracked closet door. I watched as two men in black wearing face masks ran straight to Big Bo’s safe, opening it without hesitation since they knew the combination. In a black backpack, they placed all they money from the safe. Yo, the closet man! One of the robbers whispered while pointing his gun where Rozetta was hiding. Come out of the closet, he demanded. Rozetta stood there numb while the two robbers discussed whether or not to take her life. No, fuck that; she ain’t even worth killing. She don’t know shit, yelled one of the robbers. He then went over to her and put his gun in her mouth. Get the fuck out of here and if you tell anyone what you saw, you’re dead Rozetta because I know who you are, you Knock em’ Down Bitch. Shaking her head agreeing with the robber’s demands, Rozetta grabbed her shit and ran from the house half – naked, jumps into her car and rides to 7-Eleven where she sees two police officers eating doughnuts and drinking coffee.

I stopped, hopped out of my car and ran over to explain to them what had happened. When the officers and I reached Big Bo’s house, they requested that I stay in the car. I sat there shivering in the backseat of the car wrapped in a blanket that one of the officers gave me to cover my naked body with. I noticed that one officer quickly exited then house and stood on the steps radioing for an ambulance. Soon, there were lots of police cars, ambulance, helicopters and detectives everywhere.

I cried at the thought of Big Bo being dead. I loved this trick; he kicked out that doe every time we got together. Watching the coroner bring out two bodies in body bags, I didn’t know who was in there because I had been upstairs sleeping with Big Bo. Big Bo’s friends came and went so often that I had no idea in the slightest who were in those bags. Just then I noticed the paramedics bringing Big Bo out on a stretcher. Oh my GOD, I said jumping out of the police car and running towards Big Bo’s stretcher, happy that he was still alive.

Despite how much I pleaded to the police that I knew nothing, the officers wouldn’t go for it. Holding me at the police station for hours, the questions wouldn’t stop coming from four different detectives. Finally, they decided I knew nothing; so they let me go.

Hey Spaceman, did you see the news, Penny asked. They said on the news two people dead and one in critical condition. That means someone survived the hit. Shit, we fucked up this one. There will be trouble to come after this!

Lump-Shorty Moe

The Baltimore It Girls

Let me start off by introducing you to the High Energy Bitches. Now all of these bitches were bad, I mean they either had looks or a body to die for and boy did they know how to use their bodies or looks to get a nigga from East or West B-More to spend that bread on them. They were women hustlers. They sold the pussy on the slide. They only dealt with you if you were getting a couple of dollars in the city or out the city; long as your money could spoil them. If not, you had no chance in hell in getting those drawers. Let me start off with Lisa. This broad had high-class taste; she was no way cheap. She wore Mink coats, Snake-skin boots, Gucci this, Prada that and Luis Vuitton. What she put on was so nice; it took away from her looks. What I mean by that is she looked alright, but when she put her outfit on, everyone knew she had money plus the body filled out the outfits. When she jumped out of her whip, not a niggas whip- her. That was even a top of the line black Benz. One day me and my man Morris b.k.a. Shorty Moe went to spend some money at the store where Lisa worked at; it was call High Energy. This store was sky high for some regular clothes but the bitches that Lisa had working in that store were all dimes pieces. I’ll get to those later.

Morris and I goes in the store and spend about $1,000 on some bullshit regular clothes trying to impress, but everyone in the city did that. But the thing about that is the bitch chose who she wanted to give the time of day to. Now Lisa wasn’t impressed by no punk as $1,000 purchase, but it did put some extra money in her pocket off of commission. So after we did that a couple of times, Morris got her number. She invited us up to her house and asked me what girlfriend of hers did I like. Now there were two bad ones working with her that day, Danielle, (I called her Dirty Dan) she was beautiful, light brown-skin with caramel complexion and phat as shit. That was my first choice. The other beauty that was working with her was Charmaine. Black, sexy chocolate, model shaped, long hair- you would think she is a county girl, but she was in the heart of the city- Park Heights. So she was a slickster, down with all the game a nigga brought or spit. I tell Lisa I would like to meet Dirty Dan that night. Lisa gives us the address and says, I’ll see ya’ll tomorrow at 8:00 pm. By the way Morris, I hope you bring more than some $1,000. Shorty Moe’s response was, I’ll spend money on anything that’s worth it. Lisa cracks a smile, we’ll see.

The next day when I and Shorty Moe arrive at Lisa’s house, I tell Morris before we go in that I’m not strapped so I’m going to just pick my girl up and bounce. Plus, that will give him and Lisa time alone without me and my date fucking things up. Plus if you have two women together, they don’t like to bring their freak out. I planned on using my swag instead of the dollar like Shorty-Moe. I was also thinking if she gave us her address, do you know how many other niggas have her address?

When we enter her house, it was laid-out from top to bottom, even though it was a townhouse. Marble kitchen counters and floors, double kitchen sinks, stainless –steel refrigerator and stove. Living room- Italian soft leather sofas, big-screen T.V., fake fire place with Persian rugs in front. She even had a man cave for her male companions to be comfortable. Her upstairs was just as nice. Walk-in closets filled to the max. Jacuzzi tubs & fish tanks. The master bedroom, oh boy would I like to fuck someone in that bed, I thought to myself. Before I want to stay, I told Shorty Moe, I’m out. I wanted to take Danielle to my honeycomb Hideout.

Shorty Moe

Damn Lisa, your pad is nice. I can see me lying up in here. Lisa said, Only if your cash is long can you lay up in here because I pay all these bills in here be nice, Shorty Moe said. Shorty Moe let’s not play games or beat around the bush. What do you want from me? Pussy or a relationship? Now think before you answer because both answers are going to cost you, she replied. How much for some pussy? Shorty Moe asked. $2,000 and I want some head, she said. Shorty Moe says what kind of shit is that? "I’m the bomb baby. I’m a real woman, not one of those little girls you’re use to. That turned Morris on. He was in his pocket so fast pulling out his knot of money. He was about to be slutted out. How can you pay and give a bitch some head too? That’s Shorty Moe for you. He even sucked her toes; that’s what I was told.

Lump

Hey Lump, tell me some more about those B-More bitches, my main man and cell buddy Dynamite from D.C. said. He loved when I told him my B-More stories. "Easy playa, I have a bunch of them because I got around. Let me finish with the High Energy Bitches first.

I took Dirty Dan to the movies out Towson called Towson Commons, a low-key movies so no one would spot us because she had a nigga. Now this nigga she fucks with had some money. He was from the village and his name was Beasley. I wasn’t really worried about him, but on the other hand, I didn’t want no unnecessary trouble, I wanted to keep this thing on the low. She was so fine and had a body; I wanted to hit her from the back that was my goal. After the movies I took her to get a bite to eat. She wanted to go to this drug dealer spot where we would definitely get spotted called the Fisherman’s Warf. I told her that I would take her there but she had to get carryout because that wasn’t my spot. She gave me a frown but finally agreed. She thought about being seen with me, not knowing if I was a keeper or not. I gave her $200 to get our food and drinks for the night. I wasn’t really a drinker but I took a sip of Henny every now and then. I love to smoke and I had plenty at my Honeycomb Hideout.

Once we got the food, she jumped back into my navy blue Jetta with tints; I keep tints on all my rides. We arrive at my Honeycomb Hideout on Greenspring. Now this was a big ass house but it was separated into three parts. I had the bottom part with the entrance to the side and front. That way I would have two ways to sneak a bitch in or out. After we ate and got our drink on, I lit up a blunt to top it off. Boy was both of us horny after that. Dirty Dan began slowly taking her clothes off and started dancing to the music. Sade was playing; I couldn’t believe how beautiful this piece of ass was. Her body was pretty and smooth, not a scar on it. Now I could see why that nigga Beasley spent so much money on her, but obviously it wasn’t enough because she was stepping out with me. I knew she wasn’t going to get me to kick out like that. I just wanted to fuck her and be done with her because I wanted Charmaine next.

After she finally got her clothes off, I ripped my clothes off in one second flat. I put on a Trojan condom, oops, I mean after she sucked my dick- I put it on not knowing I could get burned from the mouth being high and dumb, but luckily I didn’t get fried. Man this girl pussy was so wet; you could hear the squishing sound. My stomach was wet; inside my thighs were wet also. Man I had to take this condom off and get the full effect. So I rammed harder and harder until the rubber burst. Um boy that pussy was hot and wet- I stroked and stroked, I came and came. I stayed hard; my dick never went down in that pussy. I fucked Dirty Dan until the next day.

The next day I called her but she didn’t return my call. Turns out all she wanted to do was fuck me and cut me off. Damn that was cold. Hey Lump, tell me about the Knock ’um Down Bitches, Dynamite asked, Hold up Dynamite, I still have some High Energy Bitches to tell you about." Lisa and Dirty Dan must have been talking about Shorty Moe and me to their other girlfriends. So the good news was that I did a good job fucking Dirty Dan because Lisa set me up with Charmaine, the sweet chocolate mama that I wanted from the get. Lisa called me up to the store when Charmaine was on her shift and Dirty Dan wasn’t working so we could set up the date. When I arrived at the store, there was a whole new crew of bad bitches. You had Shawna, Caprilla, Melody and Tangier on shift that day. Oh boy that was like an ice cream shop – hard to choose one flavor.

Knock’ um Down-Pussy Pound

The Knock’um Down Bitches

Now these women were known from East to West. They were beautiful, ugly, fat, skinny- you name it, Knock’um Down had your kind of woman. They spent all their money on their outfits because by them looking good in their clothes, the more men wanted them. Yes they sold pussy instead of giving it up for free like a lot of young girls do. But this group was in high demand in B-More. They had cars lined up in front of the house that they hung out at. The main house was on this street called Etting Street. Now this was Peach house. Peach and Rosetta ran this group of girls. They had new recruits every day; someone wanting to join their get money crew called Knock’um Down. Now Peach was in high demand because she was a bad red-bone and phat as shit. But Peaches only dated the big money spenders. If you weren’t spending a grand or more, you weren’t going out with Peach or Christine because Chris was the phattest thing in West Baltimore at the same time selling that pussy, plus she was a 9 on the looking scale.

Now these Knock’um Down Bitches knew all the games niggas play to get out of paying for the pussy, so it was always money up front when you dealt with them. Their clique was so big, you’d never know who to choose from. You might want a chocolate girl one day- there were plenty, red-boned the next-there were plenty; all flavors. But the thing about messing with the Knock’um Down, when you went to pick up one, there was always a big time baller trying to do the same thing. They had no picks when the money was right, but it was always some soft nigga trying to fuck the game up by trying to wife one of them. That was really crazy to me because trying to wife them; you would spend an arm and a leg supporting them. Then you had the niggas that would try to get them pregnant. That would be the fat, ugly and funky nigga that wanted to keep a dime piece. Now these bitches were smooth. They had a paid nigga from every neighborhood in the city from East to West. These females had a house over on Barclay & 20th Street, Rosetta’s pad. Now that was my bitch. She was a down to earth chick that got me any bitch I wanted out of her clique. Like when she got me this mixed girl named Nina. She was black and Chinese; body out of this world but she lived in the hood. Me and my man Head used to battle of this bitch. One day he would get her, the next day I would get her. When I looked at her I could see why niggas wanted to make these girls their main, because some of their main girls had nothing on them.

The City couldn’t hold anything against these girls because they were in high demand. Niggas wanted them even if they had a nice woman. The average man knew that there were no strings attached most of the time because they were paying for sex, company, arm candy or in my case just to see how many bad bitches I could get on my arm. Meaning, without paying. But the ones that had children, I always kicked out money because the ones doing it for their kids to eat or have clothes to go to school or whatever their needs were-I would try to meet those. But the ones that just wanted just to be down with the girls to get a paid nigga, I would short change them most of the time. The Knock’um Down bitches had the city on lock for about 2 years. They had a piece of every known drug dealer from East to West.

The ones that North-n-Pulaski loved were Peach, Rosetta, Maria, Shirley, Latel, Christine, Monique, Big Trina-to name a few. But boy was it much more, but something happened to make them split. I have no idea what the riff was but the break-up had them to come up with another name. Now this group of women was called the Pussy Pound. The one who ran the clique was Moo and Ann, but Rosetta still had her hand in the pot. See they would pimp the new comers. They would get paid off these bad County bitches. See the county bitches would come into the city green as a mutha fucka and see how much attention these Pussy Pound and Knock’um Down bitches would get from paid guys. So they wanted the same thing. Now these County bitches were all good looking but had no men skills, so most of the time they would give the pussy up for free. See the City bitches was doing it to put food on the table, but the County bitches were doing it for attention and to be known because most of them had nice homes to live in and no children to feed. That led to County bitches selling pussy to County niggas. They had County niggas selling drugs for the pussy. Then the niggas in the County started getting that paper, but the County niggas were green just like the girls because as soon as they hooked up with a City girl they were either trapped or got robbed because they fell in love with the pussy. Don’t get me wrong, we had some go-hard County boys like the ones in Cross Creek. That was the Hasty Boys who ran that area; they went hard just like the City niggas; plus they had big weight. They had a little clique- Dontae b.k.a. Rolex and Rock along with some other no-name fellas. The Knock’um Down and Pussy Pound bitches set up shop out Cross Creek. Now they had a County base. They had pussy for City niggas and County boys. This shit was getting out of control in Baltimore. Niggas couldn’t get the pussy off the swag anymore. Main girls started wanting their main nigga to pay for some pussy, plus Lil Kim had these bitches sucking dick like crazy; swallowing cum and all. That boosted up the price of pussy.

That wasn’t the only reason why the Knock’um Down and Pussy Pound was getting out of control. They started setting niggas up to get robbed. Even if they didn’t get the niggas set-up they were accused of it because niggas would stalk their houses waiting for a mark, because niggas would always pull up in his big whip to impress the bitch. See the North-n-Pulaski niggas would never go to these bitches houses alone. It would always be at least three cars deep with hoopties following the Land Cruisers, Range Rovers, Lexus or 300 zx and you know the hoopties had the fire power inside. You not only had to watch out for the baby fathers. Most of the Pussy Pound bitches had baby daddies from known strips, and they hated when niggas put dick up in their baby mothers mouth. Now these women were known from East to West. They were beautiful, ugly, fat, skinny-you name it, Knock’um Down had your kind of woman. They spent all their money on their outfits because by them looking good in their clothes, the more men wanted them. Yes they sold pussy instead of giving it up for free like a lot of young girls do. But this group was in high demand in B-More. They had cars lined up in front of the house that they hung out at. The main house was on this street called Etting Street. Now this was Peach house. Peach and Rosetta ran this group of girls. They had new recruits every day; someone wanting to join their get money crew called Knock’um Down.

The City couldn’t hold anything against these girls because they were in high demand. Niggas wanted them even if they had a nice woman. The average man knew that there were no strings attached most of the time because they were paying for sex, company, arm candy or in my case just to see how many bad bitches I could get on my arm. Meaning, without paying. But the ones that had children, I always kicked out money because the ones doing it for their kids to eat or have clothes to go to school or whatever their needs were-I would try to meet those. But the ones that just wanted just to be down with the girls to get a paid nigga, I would short change them most of the time. The Knock’um Down bitches had the city on lock for about 2 years. They had a piece of every known drug dealer from East to West.

The ones that North-n-Pulaski loved were Peach, Rosetta, Maria, Shirley, Latel, Christine, Monique, Big Trina-to name a few. But boy was it much more, but something happened to make them split. I have no idea what the riff was but the break-up had them to come up with another name. Now this group