In this updated version of the book Never Die Alone, DMX plays King David, one of the most sinister and ruthless characters ever put to paper or the silver screen. A classic tale of an East Coast Player taking over the West Coast. Something I am all not unfamiliar with.
“The Hindus have
a word for it–karma.
They believe in reincarnation–
that a man pays in the next life for all
the shit he’s done in the previous one.
Keeps on payin’too,
till he gets it right.
Now, if I had to do it
all over again…
well–
Responsibility. Redemption.
In order to be truly redeemed, a man
has to own up to his responsibilities.”
She had me wrapped
around her little finger, and she knew it.
I used to laugh when I heard
niggers talk about bein’ in love. Even writin’ the word makes me
feel helpless, but it’s true.
I’d never felt this way about another
person in my life, except my mother.
And I didn’t like it. I mean this
from the bottom of my heart.
I hated this feeling
that I had for Juanita. It made me feel like I was–
like I was weak.
We couldn’t have that. They say revenge
is a dish best served cold.
I was about to take my shit right out the motherfuckin’ freezer.
Bitch thought she was gonna
get by without me…
she’d be thinking again real soon. Might as well call me
a broken-down trick. Using me for my money, then telling me
a quarter mil ain’t good enough. A quarter mil’s always good.!
It was good then, and it’s
sure in hell still good now.
It was good then,
and it’s sure in hell still good now.
It was good then,
and it’s sure in hell still good now.
