So, pimping is some glamorous shit, right? Think again! Pimping is an impossibly lonely, full-time, pistol pointing, and mind-boggling occupation. Take a front row seat in The Do-Dirt Doctrine's Menace Memoirs and discover why python pimping is so damn dangerous. C-Note, his real name is known only to his loving Grandma Betty and dope-loving, streetwalking, cum-catching, mother, but unfortunately they take it to their graves. C-Note's grandma dies of chronic illness, shortly after her death, his zombie whore mother overdoses and leaves him homeless and nearly hopeless. After being grotesquely abused and brutally raped in foster care, this teen confronts hostile streets, harsh weather, and endless hunger on a daily basis.
Yet, the magnetic flash of pimps and the sexy shapely flesh of street whores poison his ambitions and he soon finds himself buried in the seedy realities and ever-present danger of pimpdom and inner-city intrigue. He has fought, bled, and toiled violently to create a name in this flesh and mind-rotting game, but his very essence is tested by a veteran pimp, the exact same pimp that gave him his street name. This bastard emerges as a menace with deadly consequences. As C-Note walks the greasy tight ropes of street life, what will it cost him to keep the name he brutally and charismatically made in the pimp game.
Excerpts from The Emergence of a Menace!
My eyes darted over towards Bay. I bit my bottom lip and pimp smacked her, "You always hungry with your fat ass! So, you’re pulling rank in my stable.? You- the- pimp huh? Pull your pants down so I can see that big ole dick that you gone make me suck, bitch!"
Bay spat the blood out of her mouth then looked up at me with fiery rebellion burning in her eyes, "Just because I’m your hoe doesn’t mean that you control my every motherfuckin move nigga. Got dammit I’m hungry!” she looked back at Israeli. “Fuck that sorry prissy ass bitch. Does she make more money than China and I do? Without us, you aint shit C. Do you think you’d be going to The Transnational Playas Ball without us?” Her eyes watered as she continued, “All you do is cake this shady bitch and I aint caking that fake bitch. I can smell the fake on this big-booty bitch! Why can’t you see through this phony bitch?” Bay shot Israeli the dirtiest look ever. “Look at this counterfeit slut. We aint taking a backseat to some young phony hoe! Shit, we’ve been here, and we’ve held you down too long for the dumb shit."
Are these bitches trying to start a revolution? She had made a valid point. Israeli hadn’t been raking in the cash that they have been recently, but I couldn't let Bay know that she was absolutely right. I was ashamed that she up-staged me so openly and wholeheartedly. I had to do more than just beat this bitch, but how could I use my mind this time? Instead of knocking the fuck out of the bitch, I tested my rank among the other hoes. I turned around and snapped, "What are you tired ass hoes doing sitting in the car? You see that this bitch is getting out the pocket with me. Are you gonna sit there and let this bitch disrespect the head of the family? Either all of us are on the bottom or all of us are on the top. Both you bitches get out right now; teach this hard-headed hoe a lesson for trying to be a renegade in my stable. Enforce my policy! Live it or leave it!” Israeli amazed me; she shot out of my Mercedes and quickly charged Bay. I guess she didn’t like Bay mouthing off about her. She set out to show both Bay and I that she was really about this life. Deep inside, I loved watching her shapely ass wiggle as she dashed towards Bay. Nonetheless, I was even more amazed at how quick Bay folded her with a stiff uppercut to the stomach.