1986

The next morning I woke up to Eric resting on my nude body. I watched him as he slept looking so peaceful and innocent. I began to think of how life would be if this underground rap shit worked out. I thought about how happy he would be.. I don't know why or how we're still together..we just can't shake each other.

I believe in him to, our relationship had a rough start with him selling drugs and etc. But I learned to except it. He started talking about doing some music shit and....I don't how that's gonna turn out, but I will not give up on him.

Last night I was so angry. I should have smack the sh.....

Eric started moving which snapped me out of my day dream of beating Dre's ass. "good morning baby" he said in his sexy morning voice. I got up looking around for my robe as he stared at my body smiling.

"You hungry"? I said still looking around.

"Yeeaah, but not for food". He said smiling.

I knew what he wanted, but I had too much shit to do. I finally found my robe and walked out of the room as I heard a knock on my door.

"Who the hell is at my door this early"? I thought to myself. I looked out of the peep hole and saw dre.

"What do you need" I said loud enough for him to hear.

"Let me in so I can speak to Eric". He replied. "What the hell"? I thought to myself. "I am not letting this bitch in my house after what he did last night!?

(Eric in the Media)