in Compton, California, 1987 rap gods were formed in the shape of five teenagers with a ruthless background and the dream to change the way american worked, changing the art of gangster rap music and the laws of America forever.

the NWA consisted of five male artists, Dr Dre was the brains behind the operation and could make a sick beat out of anything. Eazy E— the quoted “godfather” or gangster rap funded the operation and later moved on to be the groups rapper when Ice Cube, the amazing lyricist, was preoccupied with another group. the last two members, DJ Yella and Mc Ren also joined the NWA as rappers.

the group was known for their looks, ruthlessness and the ability to not fuck around when it came to getting their money. so when a bastard tried something, obviously they had to prove they weren’t too be messed with.

unfortunately, you just so happened to be Dre’s girlfriend and the mother to his two year old baby daughter Tyra. now in your opinion, even if Dre was ‘working’ day in day out like he claimed to be— you were getting sick of his bullshit. so, you packed all your things and pulled up outside his aunties house and got his little brother Tyree to go and get him.

the moment Andre came outside, he looked pissed— like he already knew that you were about to ride on him hard. and he was exactly right— you were angry about how much he worked and you two continued to argue it out for a moment, you bringing up the amount of the girls that you speculated he was fucking with, glancing at the police car that slowly rolled passed though zoomed off up the street. Dre turned back to you, jaw clenched.

“look— i’m out here busting my ass day and fuckin’ night tryin’ to create something!” he snapped at you, voice filled with anger. “you gonna come up in here talkin’ about some fuckin’ bitches? Are you crazy?” he asked and straightened out, taking a small step back and looked at the back of the car and scowled at all your belongings. “‘cause i don’t know where the fuck you think your going ‘cause if you think i’m just gonna let you leave me your crazier than i thought you was.“

Dre took a small step back, looking down at you as you refused to make direct eye contact with him, almost appearing shy and he suddenly understood how serious you were. Without hesitation he grabbed the door handle and yanked the door open, arms wrapping around your small figure with genuine ease.