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The Pimping Game

Those involved in prostitution activities refer to this sector of the underground economy as "The Game." Players, Pimps, and Macks are those at the top of the pimping game. To these men in power, it is a game in which they control and manipulate the actions of others subordinate to them. A "Player" or "Pimp" has a particular manner or style of playing the game. A pimp is "a man who procures clients for a prostitute" (Flowers, 1998 p.100). It should be mentioned here that by Flowers definition the majority of pimps are white. They are the owners of massage parlors, strip clubs, escorts services and brothels (Flowers, 1998). However, for the purposes of this research, I will refer to pimp in its street meaning of a man who works outside of the formal economy for the purposes of collecting monies from prostitute women belonging to his stable. In this context, although there has been one known white pimp in the U.S. called "Whitefolks" and one recent female pimp named "Big Lex ," pimps are by in large African American men (Owens & Shepard, 1998).

It's all about the game. Nothing in the game changes, but the name. It's all about getting that money. Some women have pimps that they give the money to, some are just out there on their own (Monica).

The pimping game requires strict adherence to the rules. The idea of a "game" parallels the formal economy in that one can be said to be in a game, e.g., he's in the real estate game. Players and pimps are also said to "have" game. To have game is to possess a certain amount of charisma and smooth talking, persuasive conversation toward women. The term "he got game" has been made popular in Spike Lee's movie "He got game" that opened in theaters in 1998. Spike Lee created a play on words, using the term "he got game" to mean basketball instead of its root urban meaning denoting black male charisma.

There are several rules that one must be willing to follow in order to be a successful pimp. The most paramount rule in the pimping game is, "the pimp must get paid" (Bromfield & Juan, 1994; Owens & Shepard, 1998; Slim, 1969). This means there can't be any "shame in your game" (Massi), one must require and, if necessary, demand the money. Second, any successful pimp will remember that the game is "sold and not told." This means that pimps are expected to sell it to a prospective prostitute that he wants to occupy his stable, without revealing his entire game plan. In order to do this, he has to develop "his game" or, "his rap." These consist of a series of persuasive conversations similar to poetic and rhymic scats that are philosophical in nature and ideological about life and making money. Examples include;

Keep on believing in me....and your next move will be your best move. Green for the money, gold for the honey. I'm in motion, just like the ocean. All a bitch gotta do is come on drink some of this love potion (Owens & Shepard, 1998).

Philosophically pimps believe all capitalistic pursuits are parallel to pimping. According to pimp philosophy, in life there are two types of people, pimps and ho's. It is up to the individual to choose which role to assume. A pimp says to a ho, "hmmm you look nice...you gonna make me some money"...and he puts her out there on the track the way an owner puts a horse out on a race track. When the ho has produced all she can for the pimp, she is discarded and the pimp finds himself a new ho to make him money. To pimps this is the basic recipe for all money making industries both legal and illegal (Milner & Milner, 1972; Owens & Shepard, 1998). In an example of this philosophy, Ice Tea, gangster rapper and former pimp, used the entertainment business to illustrate his point. "The producer says "hmmm you look nice...you gonna make me some money" and he dresses his ho up pretty and flashy and he puts him or her out there on the music track. When she or he is all used up and can no longer make him money, he moves on" (Owens & Shepard, 1998). With this philosophy in mind, a pimp believes one should either be the best ho they can be and get to a point where they can pimp themselves, or choose to be a pimp and pimp others.

The third and final ingredient for successful pimping is that a pimp must have a woman or women that want to see him on top. He is looking for dedication. He's looking for someone who wants to see her man in fine clothes and driving fine cars. His success or lack of success is a reflection on her. If her man is not looking his best, then she is not a very successful ho and this will make for an embarrassing impression. As a committed prostitute, she must work very hard to earn his respect, his love, and to keep him achieving the best in material possessions. He in return invites her into his social network along with the sense of security that it brings (Jarvinen, 1993 p.34).
 
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I know about the game because I was [his] bottom bitch. I knew everything about hoeing, tricking or whatever. I was with [him] for eight years. He had women out here working their asses off. Wouldn't even ask him for money or nothing, not even 5 dollars, thinking that's making him respect them more (Massi).

The most well respected pimps are called "Macks." They are at the top of their game and employ many hardworking and successful prostitutes. Dominating the pimp scene are "players" who have an average stable of women, are well respected, and make a good living. Lowest in the hierarchy of pimping are what Johnson (1992) calls "popcorn" pimps. These pimps may have one or possibly two prostitutes on the street. They are seen as least successful in the game, and unlike more successful pimps, they may do drugs and allow their women to do drugs. In this study, six of the women previously had pimps ranging from popcorn pimps to players.

A pimp must be skilled at playing on a woman's vulnerabilities. In fact, he assesses her psychological state to determine if she is a good candidate for exploitation (Owens & Shepard, 1998). The true talents of a pimp however, are in his ability to keep his women happy, command money, and portray a deep mysterious and somewhat mean demeanor about him, one that conveys the message not to cross him. He is then said to be "cold-blooded," able to turn off any warm feelings and loving affection in exchange for certain emotional and physical cruelty. Two famous and successful pimps, Iceberg Slim and Ice Tea were said to be so cold blooded they called themselves "Ice" to let everyone know their capacity for heartlessness.

He would just snap. Like his whole expression would change. One day he came to my motel room to beat my ass. He came over just to beat my ass. And made it clear that he came over to beat on me. He said he had some extra time on his hands, that he didn't have anything to do, so he wanted me to know that he knew I was thinking about doing something stupid. And I was too. I was thinking about leaving him again. The last time I left him, I ended up in Cleveland....He beat me until I blacked out....But he was like that. He could be so much fun one time, silly and playing around and the next minute, he could be something else, somebody you don't want to fuck with (Massi).

A pimp's approach is never to cow down to his woman at any time. He cannot let love cloud his judgments concerning business. If he lets these weaknesses show, he will be left vulnerable and runs the risk of being less successful. Although pimps appear to be in control, in a sense, every pimp becomes a whore to his prostitutes. The pimp rule is "purse first, ass last" (Massi). He may treat his ho's in loving ways in return for the amount of money he requested she bring him. She must pay for his love with her sheer tenacity to work and bring him the money. In this arrangement, he gets their money, their loyalty, and their love. She must in turn request little emotionally and financially. Because of his generosity, he gives her what he thinks she needs.

Pimps are educated in the inner city and schooled on the pimping business by a mentor or series of mentors (Slim, 1969). They understand the meaning of business over personal ventures, marketing a product, and investing in your product first, so your product can return profits. Thus, there is a honeymoon period or courting time between pimps and prostitutes. This is the time in which the pimp runs his game. This may last one day or several months.

As alluded to earlier, in the pimping game, white girls are a more marketable product. All of the women in the study who had pimps were white. Two reasons for this exist. First, white girls remain the symbol of beauty in the United States. Second, white girls are believed to instigate fewer problems with the police. To a pimp, the police are more apt to arrest black women than white women (Owens & Shepard, 1998). This may have some basis in fact, given that more black women are arrested for prostitution and prostitution related charges than white women (Flowers, 1987). In turn, pimps believed that black women engage in more fights with dates, resist arrest more, and become belligerent more than do white women (Owens & Shepard, 1998).

Because pimps respect free enterprise and competition, women are free to "choose up" whenever they are dissatisfied with their current pimp.

You choose up. And if you're with a pimp and you want to go with another pimp, you have to put the money in the other pimp's hand and let your man know, you know, you're leaving and going with somebody else ....I've been with three (Elsie).

Outside pimps are free to attempt to seduce a woman away from her current pimp and into his stable for his financial gain. He may do this without retaliation from the current pimp, as the street rule is "Bros before Ho's" (Massi). With this ever present threat to his livelihood, it is in the pimp's best interest to keep his women happy. In the event that she is approached by another pimp, she is not to respond to his strategies. She is not to make eye contact with another pimp. If she does, then she is "out of pockets" a term referring to women who flirt with the other pimp, and is subject to being "broke," meaning physically reprimanded. On the other hand, the enticing pimp may choose to "break her" and take all her money. He is not subject to reprimand. Rules may vary in situations where a woman is prohibited from making eye contact with a pimp, to situations in which she is not allowed to make eye contact with any African American male.
 
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I mean most of the time, if they're a true pimp, they're not gonna play like that. You know, they'll harass you and you mainly just turn away and look in the other direction or whatever, and try not to come in contact with them, because if you do, then they do what you call "break you", they take your money....He's allowed to harass you as much as he wants. But if I don't talk back to him, them I'm cool. But if I'm "out of pockets" that means you're doing something that you aint suppose to be doing. You know some pimps will beat you or you go through a lot of stuff....They're in control. You do what they say (Sonya).

A pimp's main job is to know his prostitutes inside and out, without letting them completely know him. "A pimp is the loneliest bastard on earth. He's gotta know his whores. He can't let them know him. He's gotta be God all the way" (Slim, 1969 p.3). These fundamental rules have been handed down from older pimps to younger pimps. The names change, but the rules remain the same (Bloomfield & Juan, 1994; Milner & Milner, 1972; Owens & Shepard, 1998; Slim, 1969). For those who occupy the position of street prostitute, a life of prostitution is much more than just selling sex.
 
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Okay, this is one fucked up event that happened one lousy, boring night in August. Jason, the fat kid, Cody the young kid, Paul the idiot kid and Me, the slightly chubby, yet tough mofo with a heart of gold are the characters in the event that happens to be true... to a certain extent. Anyways!

So this is what happened... All four of us were just sitting around Fat Kids yard, Paul and Cody arguing about whether or not the Twisted Sisters were gay or not, Fat kid looking around the neighborhood with my binoculars, disgustingly and obviously excited in the pants, and me, sitting in the middle of the yard waiting for something good to happen.

"Holy god!", Fat Kid yells out as he crouches to hide his apparent hard-on.

Paul and Cody stop slapping each other around and run over to Fat Kid, the punch him in the stomach and take the binoculars away and take a gander.

"Huminah, Huminah"

Fuck. Now I'm all intreged and such and I have to get up to go see what these little bastards are so interested in. I walk over and snatch the binoculars away from the Idiot.

"What am I looking for?"

"See the van over there?"

"Yea...", I look over towards the van to a pretty swell sight.

There is some chick, riding wild on some dude in a van. At first, I'm a little disgusted because this neighborhood is usually very nice, not to much... sex in vans. But that digusting feeling left in the time it took for my 17 year old, virgin penis took to take notice to the sexual act I was watching.

"Pretty awesome eh guys?", Fat Kid stammers as he struggles to get back up.

"Yea... pretty good, except they moved to the back of the van and closed those pimp 70s style curtains!"

Can't see much now, might as well stop looking and go back to sitting around doing nothing...

Or not.

We run over there, Cody first because he's only 15 and it's his first naked lady, followed by Paul and I and eventually Fat Kid.

I dive and roll about 5 meters away from the van and try to peer through the windows of the pimp van. Damnit. Stupid sexy fogged up inticing windows.

"Okay... I need to see this." Jason says.

"Okay... run up there." I suggest.

"What?! No way, that guy will kill me."

"No he won't." I look over at Paul and try to wink, he frowns. "He's going to be too busy getting it on with that lady to even notice some Red Head peering through!"

I punch Paul in the arm as Fat Kid takes another look through the binocs.

"Yea, Donnie is right, this guy is making her scream like crazy, he's into it, she's into it, go for it."

She really is fucking screaming... Damn.

"Okay..." Jason gets up and walks over to the drivers-side window and peers in. "I can't really see all that much."

"Well, go to the passanger side, it's pretty clear."

He waddles over there slowly, crouching then stands up looking through.

"Oh god!" His face is so fucking red... - This bitch is going to pop his load looking at some dude nail a chick, double-u-tee eff.

"Hey, what the - "

"Shit, he's saw you, run fatty run!"

He turns and books it, as fast as he can I assume, which isn't all that fast. Paul, Cody and I all take shelter behind a dumpster when the door slides open. This guy is all muscle and uber-pissed. He looks over and watches Fat Kid run like a Cheetah or some shit watching its prey.

He takes off, Fat Kid doesn't stand a chance in hell. He's screaming and flailing his fat little arms through the air trying to run, Paul and Cody break down in laughter. The pissed, muscle dude catches up on Fat Kid within a matter of seconds, pounces and then straddles him.

"Please, I didn't do anything" Fat Kid screams, begging for his life.

Muscle dude doesn't say anything, he just lays on big punch down. Fat Kid stops squirming. Shiat. Muscle pissed dude gets up and stands over him for what seemed like a few minutes, which I found out later was, like, 2 minutes, then makes his way back over to the van to continue his loving.

We stay huddled there behind the dumpster fearing the same punishment Fat Kid got. The moaning from the van gets louder and louder, then nothing. I hear the door slide open, then shut. The pimp-van starts up and drives away.

"Holy shit dude" Laughs Cody, "Look at Jay."

I look over at him, he's twitching on the ground.

"Dude, he's twitching... That's fucking awesome!" I yell out.

We get up, go pick up Fat Kid and go back to his yard. No one spoke, but it was pretty obvious that each of us were eagerly awaiting another van like that to come by so we could get a chance like Fat Kid to see some muscular pimp pump some ho of his.
 
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Being a PIMP isn't all about the mundane details that management of prostitution is destined to bring. Anyone can jock bitches and slap hoes. There's no talent involved. So you beat some crack whore down because she's holding out on you or she gave you crabs, big deal. You're not a pimp unless you've got a Pimp Profile Picture (or Triple P, a.k.a. P-Trip, a.k.a. Peezy Treezy). That way, you can print the picture on a t-shirt and people everywhere will know you're a pimp.

How do you make a Pimp Profile Picture? It's easy. It's all about kicking ass. Take a look at my P-Trip (see below) and after you're done asking yourself "how is it possible for one man to be so pimpiliscious?" stop and think about a few things. First, notice that the picture is taken with a fish eye lens. Fish eye lenses make everything better. A quick rule of thumb- if a picture isn't taken with a fish eye lens, it sucks ass. Until science gets off it's lazy ass and makes advancements in fish eye implants, then we'll have to settle for Photoshop editing...lazy scientists.

Second, there's lightning in the background. This makes me look bad ass because I can control weather, as all pimps should. If you can't control the weather, then you run the risk of getting your Ecko gear fucked up in rain, snow, hail, what have you. If you have fucked up gear then you'll get laughed at. Not that I've ever been laughed at, ever, but I saw someone get laughed at once. I felt bad for them...and by "felt bad for them" I mean that I laughed at them.

It's also important that you rock Ecko, because its symbol is a Rhino. Rhino's kick ass because they have horns to stab people with, so they don't even have to worry about concealing their switchblade or worrying about stabbing themselves in the pancreas when pulling it out to start a reenactment of Michael Jackson's "Beat it" video. That reminds me; watch "Beat it" every day as a reminder of what true pimp status is all about. You should also learn to break dance fight. It really comes in handy...trust me on this one.

Third, Ghetto Fabulous is written in the background. Every picture should have that written in the background, unless you're a Chauncey, in which case, your picture should just say "Chauncey" and you should smash your nuts in a car door. You shouldn't be allowed to breed.

Fourth- I'm all bling-blingin'. This let's you know that I'm well endowed, as all pimps should be...it's in the "G-code", read it some time. What's the correlation between bling-bling and wang size? Well, a lot of people don't know this, but despite popular belief and logic as well, the only way to get an accurate measure of the length of your wang is to weigh your jewelry. One ounce of platinum is equal to one quarter of an inch. There's 16 ounces in a pound. That's an inch per pound...or perhaps not...don't think about it, just blindly believe me. This logic means that Mr. T has the biggest jimmy in the world. John Holmes was nothing. Weigh your platinum and see how you measure up. Note- go get some platinum.

And last, I have no expression on my face what so ever. It's important not to have any expression, because emotions are for pussies. Real men just sit there with a half assed pout on their face that screams "hard knock life". Practice your pout face before taking your picture. You don't want to force the pout, rather it should flow naturally. A forced pout is the first tip off that you're play pimpin'. People can spot a play pimp anywhere. The penalty for play pimpin' is a kidney punch and a head butt, so be careful. I hope these tips help you out. Make your own photo and let me know they turn out.
 

Dana Dane

RIP Vallejo Kid
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The game is to be SOLD Musty, damn!!! Givin all these squares the get down. You oughta be ashamed of yourself. Just for that, Shea gets 2 nights in a row~
 
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aww thats its....naw ya dun made me get ig-nent up in hurr...

*backhand across Danas face

" now i done told you woman ya only speak when spoken too, keep fuckin up and you'll be livin back in that battered women shelter where i found ya ass...just watch.....Now get ya sss back outside and dont come back wit no money..and i dont care if its cold and ya feet hurt...you better work the track till them high heels is flats damn it."
 
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This is for the Barney post I just read in the bathroom. Heres something a lil funnier in my opinion...

Barney is a pimp. Here is the irreputable evidence of this fact.

First he wears green and purple. Who else would match colors such as these? A pimp.

Second all the girls and boys go to him for a "good time." What kind of good time do you think Im talking about? The sexual kind thats what.

He has a young impressionable girl thats a friend named Baby Bop. She always has a boa (or whatever you call that fluffy thing thats like a scarf and hookers have sometimes) and is always prancing around. Shes a hooker.

Then you got her brother DJ (or whatever his name is) who is always watching out for her but never really there. Hes the one with the crack addiction. His sister is turning tricks to help him smoke crack.

The song "I love you, you love me. Were a happy fam a lee. Wont you say you love me too." sounds more like "Bitch if you dont turn more tricks Ill fucking kill yo bitch ass. Now make me my money for my crack you whore!"


I believe that I have much more reputable evidence and youll all agree that Barney is in fact a pimp.

Thank you.