Living the Life

Big Dawg

Description

Journey into the life of a youth to a fast paced hustler that went from nothing to lots on a wild
ride to success.
This book is about the life and times of a famous drug dealer/pimp from Northern California. He was at the height of his game and treated everyone fair. Then jealousy and envy set in within his peers who hired a hit man to try and kill him. He became a modern day outlaw at a young age and he rode around with his motorcycle gang at every event. His lifestyle was lavish and he purchased cars off the showroom floor brand spanking new. Buckle up and take a ride with plenty of twists and turns into this dangerous lifestyle of drugs and pimping.

Sujets

• Personal Memoirs
• Biography
• Pimp
• Money creation
• Hustling
• Grind (disambiguation)
• Emphasis (typography)
• Autobiography
• Racolage (film)

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 07 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781663243232
• Langue: English

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LIVING THE LIFE
Memoirs of a Pimp’s Life






BIG DAWG



LivingtheLife
MEMOIRS OF A PIMP’S LIFE

Copyright © 2022 Big Dawg.

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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4322-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4323-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022914565



iUniverse rev. date: 08/05/2022







CONTENTS
Preface

Chapter 1 Starting My Day Baby
Chapter 2 Going Fishing
Chapter 3 Hating From Afar
Chapter 4 Scratch My Back
Chapter 5 My Faithful Ride Or Die Chick
Chapter 6 The Trojan Horse
Chapter 7 Cooking Like A Chef
Chapter 8 A Close Call
Chapter 9 Shit, Dam, Motherfucker
Chapter 10 A Proposal
Chapter 11 The Shit
Chapter 12 My First Horse On The Track
Chapter 13 A Beating For Me
Chapter 14 On Your Mark, Get Set, Pimp!
Chapter 15 The Atrocity
Chapter 16 Another Ass Kicking
Chapter 17 The Indecent Proposal
Chapter 18 Snitching At Its Finest
Chapter 19 The Rough Introduction
Chapter 20 Sorry Not Sorry
Chapter 21 How About Now?
Chapter 22 The Beginning Of The End
Chapter 23 Fresh Meat
Chapter 24 A Requiem For The Homie
Chapter 25 Like A Punching Bag
Chapter 26 Reality Of The Game
Chapter 27 Change Of Direction
Chapter 28 Time To Pay The Piper
Chapter 29 Enter Pimp-Ology
Chapter 30 A Faux Stallion
Chapter 31 Guess Who’s Coming To Vegas?
Chapter 32 A Crash Course In Hoeing
Chapter 33 Game On Game Over
Chapter 34 The Bridge Is Over
Chapter 35 Enter Diamonds
Chapter 36 Retraining A Bitch
Chapter 37 The Unwanted Guest
Chapter 38 Down And Out Bad
Chapter 39 The Test Run
Chapter 40 What Up Vegas Guess Whose Back?
Chapter 41 The Heist
Chapter 42 Say It Ain’t So
Chapter 43 The Move
Chapter 44 The Faction
Chapter 45 You Reaped What You Sowed
Chapter 46 Sting
Chapter 47 Hoe Easy Come Hoe Easy Go
Chapter 48 The Rooster Comes To Rest
Chapter 49 The Beat Down
Chapter 50 A Dream Deferred
Chapter 51 Threes A Crowd
Chapter 52 Unbelievable
Chapter 53 Innocence Taken
Chapter 54 It’s All Good



PREFACE
I n life your either going to be a hoe or a pimp one of the two. The essence of life is to be able to pimp yourself, being able to motivate yourself. When you don’t have a lot of opportunities, then you gotta take chances.
A hoe has three feet, two on the ground and one in her ass. The third foot is motivation and that’s what a pimp’s job is. To motivate that person physically, mentally, spiritually, and culturally under the banner of the real and true pimp game.
People need to learn how to put that third foot in their own ass, so them themselves don’t have to be pimped. I think all of us are prostitutes in some way or fashion because think about it, how many of us do absolutely what we want to do? When you give up a little bit of your integrity for whatever amount of money, you’re a prostitute. If you work less and get paid more money than your employer, chances are, you too can pimp.



1 CHAPTER
STARTING MY DAY BABY
I heard the beginning of a phone ring coming as clear as day from underneath a pile of clothes on the floor. I grabbed it before it could ring again “Hello,” suspecting it to be one of my lady friends to see if I would be at home. “What’s up nigga?” my patna Spark said in a harsh tone, sounding devious to the third power. “Blood its way too early to be calling me waking me up talking about what’s up nigga like you insane.” Now, Spark was a skinny dark skinned brutha with dreads in his hair with more bumps than a Seagram’s gin bottle. He always wore the same clothes at least three times a week before changing into something different, despite not knowing how to talk to the ladies like I did. Spark was always known to get something cracking whether good or bad. “Awe man the early bird gets the worm nigga, you got to learn how to be the first muthafucka on the block for the cheese, and the last muthafucka to leave if you want to get money like me,” answered Spark. I was just thinking to myself, this nigga always trying to throw how much money he got in my face, but it’s cool, I ain’t never been a playa hater I’m a “con-grad-u-later.” I’m just glad his dirty ass is on my side to motivate me to get some of that good money. I said to him, “Check this out man, a playa needs his beauty sleep, vitamins, and protein, so that he can stay witty, and cunning with his game; he will know what to do and say with the ladies and have them bitches eating out the palm of my hand, ya dig Jack?” I could tell Spark thought to himself, this nigga thinks he Casanova or some dam body, always talking about what he needs to do to make his self-look good for these bitch’s. Like I don’t know how to talk to bitch’s, man fuck this nigga I can’t stand his bitch ass. Then Spark said to me, “You know I got love for you dawg, I love when you be talking that pimp shit but talking that pimp shit ain’t gone put no money in your pocket or food in your stomach, so get your pimpin wannabe ass up and let’s get some money.” Alright I said, but man I’m telling you this pimpin is gone pay me big one day Jack, and I ain’t gone have to look or touch no dope ever again. All I’m gone have to do is talk shit, and swallow spit, to be the next Ghetto Donald Trump, too bad you ain’t got a pimp bone nowhere in your body to get on the pimp space coaster to riches like I do”. I laughed as he hung up the phone before Spark could respond. So, I got out of bed with my head in a fix and wondered dam, “ What am I going to wear today ?” I looked outside my window and saw the sun was out shinning nice and bright. I opened my closet and caught a whiff of one of my favorite colognes on the shelf in my closet. I contemplated on whether, I should wear a white T shirt, rockaware jeans, and my Nikes, or that brand new sky blue with the royal blue trim phat pharm sweat suit, that my lady friend “Kay-Kay” had bought for me last week for dicking her down. Kay-Kay is five two and her sexy thick self, is built like a gymnast. She has a caramel complexion, with brown eyes, and her hair was always in a small ponytail like she was going to do a somersault at a competition. Anyway, after a minute I decided to go with the phat pharm sweat suit, with the coke white Reebok shoes. I laid my clothes out on the bed, grabbed my boxer underwear, wife beater T-shirt and, left out through the bedroom door to go on my mission to procure some more money. When I stepped in the hall and headed toward the bathroom to take a shower, I heard, “Bitch! you are gonna have to stop fighting these other hoes on the track and start conducting yourself with some class and get a pimp his ration.” My oldest brother said to his bottom bitch “T.T.” My oldest brother is big, brown, six one, and two fifty, all mass and cut up. He wore a short haircut and a forever grin on his face. His girth is like the kingpin in Spiderman comics, and he had a slight bit of country ness to him when he talked. Anyway, T.T. had been his bottom bitch for years, she was a beautiful lady. She was light skinned, five foot four, with long sultry hair. Her body was scrumptious, with cantaloupe sized titties, a plump booty, and the prettiest light brown eyes in all of Oakland. I was reminiscing when she used to come in my room and rape me when my brother first knocked her nine years ago. I’m nineteen now, and that was a long time ago. It is what it is, but I wish she would try some shit like that now. I would show her ass that I wasn’t scared of the pussy and let her feel how I’m a grown man now got dam it. “Daddy, I can’t just let these other hoes push on me and get all the money, these bitches think I’m a punk on the track just because I’m prettier than their no dressing, insecure, jealous, wannabe me ugly asses. If I let them bitch’s punk me daddy, we wouldn’t be making no money at all.” said T.T. “I know baby, but we can’t afford to keep getting your hair fixed, nails done, and new clothes every time you get into a fight with these nothing ass bitch’s out here. We have to save that money and recycle back into the game to step our game up, so you don’t have to be out on that track taking penitentiary chances for us to get to the top,” said my oldest brother. “Well daddy, what do you want me to do?” She responded in a sweet submissive voice with her eyes passionately looking at him. “Fuck it” he said, “From now on bitch, we gone fuck with the escort services and internets.” As he got up and opened the door to his bedroom, he literally knocked me to the ground as he bumped into me accidently in the hallway because he was deeply in thought. He grabbed me before I could fall, being swift on his feet saying, “Sorr