Pimp: The Story of My Life

by Iceberg Slim

“Nigger men do it so good it thrills you to your toe nails.”

Few can resist the charm of exclusivity in its myriad forms.

They didn’t know I had started to rot inside from street poisoning.

“Always remember whether you be sucker or hustler in the world out there, you’ve got that vital edge if you can iron-clad your feelings. I picture the human mind as a movie screen.

We even write the script. So always write positive, dynamic scripts and show only the best movies for you on that screen whether you are pimp or priest.”

I felt the birth stirrings of that poisonous pimp’s rapture. I felt powerful and beautiful.

“A fin a number-five cap. A sixteenth for a C. A piece for a grand. I got a cozy pad around the corner. There you can fly to the moon, Pimping Buddy.”

“It’s a violation of the pimp book to quit a whore. A bitch like that is a ticking bomb.

Every day, her value to the pimp drops to the zero line. She’s old, tired, and dangerous. She can rattle a pimp into goofing his whole game.

Any good pimp is his own best company.

“Slim, a pimp is really a whore who has reversed the game on whores.