THUG BIBLE

In order to understand a person, you must first study their personality. The sociopath (i.e.,thug) is a combination of several Anti-social Personality Disorders that are incurred in childhood as a result of heredity, trauma and the lack of moral and emotional development. My childhood was messed up! My name is Rebecca Scott and the year was 1989. Drug money was getting lots of people fat in Harlem. Thugs and hustlers ruled the hoods. We were the hood stars…the players. We were in the game. We had our own designers with names like Dapper Dan, Puppy and Shirley Shivers. Everybody had a clique.Female hustlers were the exception, not the rule. I threw myself into the game because I already knew that a big butt and a smile would open a lot of doors. We threw hundred dollar bills from the balcony down onto the amateurs at the Apollo Theater in Harlem. We kept spots like Willie Burger, The Rooftop, and Harlem World in business. We had the best seats at the Rucker Basketball Tournaments and the NY Knicks games. Money was never a problem. Major promoters like Maria Davis, Big Stan (Greek Fest) and Peter Shue gave us their respect and vice versa. Even downtown, independent white promoters like Jessica Rosenberg and Amanda Scheer opened their doors wide for us. I was on the guest list at every party. Before long, I had my drugs up in all of these spots. But, it was my elite, entertainment industry clientele who paid my rent. When I was in the game, I successfully sold, packaged (and when needed, transported high demand, quality products). I speak (but more importantly--understand)Spanish, German, Chinese and Japanese. This talent combined with my aforementioned skills and abilities afforded me the opportunity to hone my "people" skills, thereby blending into the various ethnic networks. Language was also a useful tool when absorbing valuable information from unsuspecting fellow miscreants. Just one phone call to the right person and you could get whatever you needed (guns, drugs, etc.) delivered to your hotel suite, recording studio or the set of your sitcom. Weather was never a factor…we were just like the postman…nothing kept us from our appointed rounds. During this time, I had an elite side clientele. I had almost every club in downtown New York locked down with my people selling my product, MKs, Killamanjaro, Nell's. I had an army of the baddest chicks on THIS team, they sold my drugs up in every spot. I was delivering coke to rich society chicks on Sutton Place. My street team consisted of dealers, steerers and lookouts. Soon my team got sloppy and folks was getting popped. Every week I was tricking away money in court. Once you make money your God, you find it hard to depart from. And with all the praying I used to do, I always knew that "you cannot serve two masters...Like DMX said, "everywhere I went I brought the whole party." But unlike Chamillionaire, I WAS "RIDIN DIRTY." That's how I got caught and went to JAIL. Through all this, I never once realized that I would get caught. Then just as quickly as it had begun, it was all over…just like that. My whole crew took a fall...and like a good captain, I went down with the ship. I'm happy to report that those days are waaaay behind me. I rededicated my life to Jesus in 2008 while laying in I.C.U. waiting to die. There is an old spiritual called, "No Ways Tired" in the verse it says: "I've come too far from where I started from, nobody told me the road would be easy, but I don't believe he brought me this far to leave me.