Chapter 1 - Hustler's Anthem
North Holland, my birthplace, it's where I grew up. It's where all my homies are at, It's where I need to be. Liberty City, my city, my home. As I was sitting there, on my stairs, looking out in the city in the starless night, I was thinking about my old friend, Trey. Today was the day he died, back in '08. I remember it like it was yesterday. A man named, Niko Bellic, killed Trey, before Trey killed Dwayne. Although, I still feel dead, on the inside though. Thinking about my old friend's fate, I decide to go and visit his grave. Getting on my car, I put the windows down to feel the breeze on my face. It's Summer here in Liberty City. Sitting on the driver seat, I remember all the times I had with Trey, before he and Dwayne broke apart.
Once I'm ready to go, I start the car and rive away. Driving through the city, I hear all kinds of things. Cars honking, vendors yelling, police sirens of course. Trey is buried in a graveyard down in Colony. As I ride through Star Junction, seeing the beautiful lights that surrounds every inch of the street. Once I get to the cemetary, I get off the car and walk towards Trey's grave. The grave seems as if it's not really supposed to be there. Instead, mine could've settled better. The whole cemetary's empty, but I start hearing strange things, almost as if Trey's calling me, wanting to communicate. But if there's one thing that I've learned in prison, is that being surrounded by big, tall walls, is scarier than being haunted by the dead.
Once I've had enough, I decide to go back home and rest. During my ride back home, I notice that silence is all that's with me. I turn the radio on and decide to put it on The Beat 102.7, atleast music will seem to comfort me. Arriving in Holland, I see two of my men standing in the parking lot of my apartment building. I get off, I try to ask what's going on. "Hey, Sean, some crazy nigga just popped Big Rick." said Tony. "Where is he?" I ask. Marcus, the other one, says that Rick was taken to the hospital. Wanting to know, I ask both to explain the description of the man who shot Rick. They both answer with the same statement, "A Dominican man" murmured both.
Thinking to myself, the Dominican could've been from the NDDD. Those spics always looked for ways to tear our gang apart. Asking the two, I invited the two to come and take care of those scrawny drug dealers. We drove to Northwood, and looked around to find the man that matched their description. Not finding anyone, Anthony finally found the man. A Dominican man with a Letterman coat walking down the street. I parked in a nearby spot, and all three of us got off. Walking slowly to the man, we tried not to make any suspicions of us following him. Getting tired, I decide to approach him and get ready to knock him out. But just as I was about to swing my arm and knock him out cold. A car screeched in, and a whole bunch of Russians jumped out. Thinking they were going to attack us, Tony, Marcus, and I ran for cover and pulled out our guns. Before we could thinking about shooting them, we see that they were going for the Dominican. But it was too late, now they know that we were shooting at them and they want in...