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, in 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.

so as you walked through the halls of the NWA’s Audio Achievements studio, doing little take your older brother Ice Cube had given you too keep your brain preoccupied— you suddenly became a little curious at some strange sounds coming from one of the rooms.

curiosity seemed to kill the cat, because you were quick to creep down the hall and a jar the door open, just enough for you to peer inside. the gang was crowded around something, or someone, and one of the boys was mia. you frowned, where was ice cube? pushing the door open further, you quickly found his position in this situation.

Cube took his turn beating on the man beneath him, shouting something you probably were not allowed to hear. none of the other usually sweet boys that you knew and loved interrupted, in fact a lot of them seemed more than happy to watch. Dre glanced up at the door for a split second, freezing to find you there, the contempt draining from his face into a more shocked look.

“yo… yo, cube!” he quickly grabbed his friends attention and attempted to drag him up from the floor. though everyone else quickly jumped in, pushing Dre back and pressing him on what he was doing. Dre had no problem pushing back, a little more frantic than they expected. “motherfuckers— look at the door!” he yelled and motioned towards where you stood. very quickly, everyone’s eyes fell on you.

While your eyes quickly welled up with fear, Cube straightened out, letting go of the man and letting him fall back against the floor. The small thud seemed to snap you out of it, because a gentle gasp was joined by you sprinting out of the room. Dre and Cube didn’t waste any time in giving chase, the other three lifting the bloodied man to get him out of the room before you had chance to be dragged back and see it.