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Product Details

  • Series: Thug Series
  • Paperback: 288 pages
  • Publisher: Cash Money Content; Original edition (April 26, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1451617097
  • ISBN-13: 978-1451617092
  • Product Dimensions: 5.3 x 0.8 x 8.2 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 11.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (304 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #234,933 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Wahida Clark has cemented her position as the leader in her genre with her bestselling Thug and Payback series. Her work has become a template for other writers who try to imitate her compelling blend of intrigue, passion, and luxury with the often-violent realities of life on the streets. Wahida Clark was born and raised in Trenton, New Jersey.  She decided to write fiction while serving out a ten-and-a-half-year term at a women’s federal prison camp in Lexington, Kentucky.

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I’m Jasmine Mujahid. I married the love of my life, Faheem. Faheem is considered the big daddy of the crew. You know, the level headed one, the one who keeps everyone on point. For example, when we lived in Jersey, everybody would call him for advice. Now don’t get me wrong, we had our share of drama. Everyone recalls and still talks about how I wouldn’t get with Faheem for the longest time. And I wouldn’t. Hell, no. Not as long as he was in the game. So he eventually gets out and then he later discovers that I, Miss ‘don’t want to fuck with a drug dealer’ Jaz, had my hands dirty cooking meth for the white boys. Man! You would have thought that I murdered the president! His family was mad and he was that much madder, more like … mad amplified by ten. I was called every hypocrite in the book. But to me I wasn’t in the game … well not like he was. I wasn’t flippin’ birds or nothing like that. I would cook, get paid and keep it moving. Them white boys loved me. But then it all came tumbling down. Faheem would have never found out if I hadn’t gotten busted in a meth lab, and he had to get me a lawyer, bail me out, make a witness disappear, the whole nine. All the shit you see in the movies. And to this day, I don’t know what was worst—getting busted by the Feds or by Faheem. Thanks to Faheem, except for a couple of days in a holding facility, my ass walked.

To keep some of the heat off me, I had to remind him that he was no angel either. It wasn’t as if he just quit hustling in one day. Hell no. That nigga hustled and stacked and hustled and stacked until he was ready to get out. It just so happened that I waited for him. I did my best not to give him that impression, but hell yeah, I waited. I wanted to be with him.

Anyways, that was then and we got through that and Faheem is still the love of my life. We’ve been happily married for almost five years and we have a seven year old daughter named Kaeerah Aaliyah. I was the first one in the crew to get pregnant. Then it was Kyra, Tasha and finally Angel. Me and Faheem relocated to Georgia where I enrolled at Spelman. School is kicking my ass as usual, but Faheem keeps pushing me, and seems more determined than me that I finish. I think he just likes me out of the house so he can milk the stay-at-home dad role. Yes, he takes the daddy role very seriously. He has Kaeerah on a rigid schedule. She goes to dance class, takes piano lessons and is on her school’s soccer team. He makes sure she stays involved in something all year round. I’m not surprised though, as bad as he wanted me to get pregnant, I knew that he would be a good father.

But our shit took a turn for the worse on the Saturday morning that Faheem wanted to go to ghetto-ass South DeKalb Mall to check out his boy Jabree. Jabree just recently opened up a clothing store. He’s from Jersey and also relocated to the ATL. We were chillin’, strolling through the mall, mostly window shopping. I was munching on an almond pretzel from Auntie Anne’s, and Kaeerah was begging her daddy to buy her everything she saw, when this little boy runs right pass us almost knocking Kaeerah over. I was getting ready to snatch his ass up but Faheem beat me to it.


“Daddy, that little boy kicked me,” Kaeerah whined.

“Lil’ man. You gotta slow down. You can’t be running and stepping on the ladies.” Lil’ man didn’t say anything. Why was he by himself? I wondered. I looked around to see if someone may have been looking for him but there was no one in sight. So I walked over to him and kneeled down in front of him. The more I looked at him the more he reminded me of someone.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said as he looked at Kaeerah and apologized.

“It’s cool. Are you lost?” I asked him.

“Yes, I don’t see my mommy,” he responded with a low voice. I guess he knew that mama was going to beat that ass when she found him.

Then I heard a woman yelling out, “Faheem. Oh my God where is he? Faheem.” I rose to my feet, turned around, and was face to face with Oni … my ex. And from the look on her face you would have thought that she saw a ghost. She reached out and grabbed lil’ man’s hand and put him behind her which said it all.

“So you named your son after me?” I asked with a smug grin.

She returned the same grin and then said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. “No I named your son Faheem.” She then turned to walk away. I reached out and grabbed her by her shoulder, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“Come again. Did you say my son?” I was confused and was sure that this bitch was fuckin’ with me.

Oni turned around and said, “Yes, Faheem. If you weren’t being such a fucked up, self-centered person maybe you would have tried to find out.” This bitch had the audacity to knock my hand off her shoulder.

“Fuck you mean, ‘find out’? You was supposed to tell me!”

“Faheem, why don’t you do what you do best, leave.”


Faheem? Faheem is not a common name. I looked at the little boy and my mouth hit the floor. And recognizing Oni it was obvious that I was seeing exactly what Faheem was seeing.

And before I knew it Faheem had his hands around her neck and was trying to choke her to death. Thank God we were in the hood, because instead of getting a whole bunch of white people screaming, the hood niggas simply gathered around and enjoyed the spectacle. The security guards came and managed to pull Faheem off of her. Little Faheem was crying while Kaeerah was holding on to me for dear life. She didn’t know what was going on. I was only praying that the mall cops wouldn’t try to play ‘captain save a ho’ because Faheem was seeing fire and I knew that he was packin’ a burner.

“Nigga, if you don’t get your fuckin’ hands off of me,” Faheem threatened the rent-a-cop.

Thank God the rent-a-cop was a little shook. He let Faheem go and turned his attention to Oni, “Ma’am, are you okay? Do you want to press charges?” The mall cop asked as two other ones ran over.

Faheem was towering over her yelling, “Oni, how could you fuckin’ do this? What the fuck is the matter with you?” he spat.

Like a bitch with some sense, she got the fuck away from a crazed Faheem and came over to where I was. “Here.” She handed me her business card. Then she looked at Faheem and said, “When you calm down, call me.”

“Call you? Bitch … call you? Calm … down?” Faheem was starting to stutter, which meant that shit was getting ready to get ugly … again.

Sure enough, no sooner than I thought it, he lunged for her ass again. She ducked, grabbed little Faheem and the bitch took off running. We both stood there looking at the little replica of Faheem. The same little boy who was the spittin’ image of our daughter. I was at a loss for words.


I took off my NY fitted and wiped the sweat off my forehead. A big nigga like me was actually feeling dizzy. Niggas were gathered around me as if I was a circus animal or some shit. I started walking and the people parted as if I was Moses and they were the Red Sea. There was no doubt in my mind that lil’ man was my seed. My son. And here this bitch done robbed me of the most important years of his life. The years that I, the father, was supposed to do the molding and shaping. I should have snapped that bitch’s neck right there on the spot.

Oni and I kicked it off and on back in Jersey. Mostly when me and Jaz were fighting. Those other broads were too jealous and would come at me with all the bullshit that a real hustler didn’t have the time or the patience for. They couldn’t grasp that I just needed a jump-off for the moment. Oni understood and accepted that Jaz was wifey and a dog would always find his way home. That’s the only reason I would always fuck with her. She knew her position and played it well.

From looking at my son … damn did I just say that? My son? He looks to be the same age as Kaeerah. This shit is crazy. That means that her and Jaz must have gotten pregnant at the same time. But why would she keep it from me? Most chicks would use that as leverage. But she just ups and disappears. Oh, this bitch is going to pay for this shit.


I first spotted him and Jaz strolling through the food court. At first I was telling myself, that couldn’t be. I kept staring and following behind them. I was so focused on them that little Faheem took off running. When I finally realized that he was out of my sight, that’s when I slipped up and called out his name and I knew, right then and there I was busted.

“Girl, what is the matter with you? Why are you crying? What happened? Are you and Faheem okay?” My mother Marie was obviously ready to call the police.

“No, Ma. I mean, we are fine.” I made a feeble attempt to calm her down.

“Then why are you crying?”

“I just saw him.”

“Saw who?”

“Faheem’s father.”

My mother was quiet. But I knew she was trying to find the right way to say, I told you so! So, I waited patiently.

“Oni, I tried to tell you that one day whether it would be five, ten, fifteen years from now, a child always finds the way to their parents soul.”

Here she goes with that tribal shit. I thought to myself.


More About the Author

Wahida Clark was born and raised in Trenton, New Jersey. She decided to start writing fiction while incarcerated at a women's federal camp in Lexington, KY. Her style is street, raw, and she has an imagination that's in overdrive. When you read her novels they are so real you are convinced of one of three things: that you are inside the book, you know the characters, or you just have to meet them. Her novels include New York Times and Essence Magazine Bestsellers:Thugs And The Women Who Love Them, Every Thug Needs A Lady, Thug Matrimony, Thug Lovin', Justify My Thug, Payback is A Mutha, Payback With Ya Life, Sleeping With the Enemy and What's Really Hood.
Wahida now owns and operates the most popular and fastest growing urban independent publishing house in the industry: Wahida Clark Presents Publishing (www.wclarkpublishing.com) in East Orange, New Jersey.

Customer Reviews

I read this book in a day and a half.
Tasha, Trae, Kyron, Kaylin, Angel, Jaz, Faheem, Marvin & Kyra are all interesting character that I enjoy following.
It was a page turner and the first time I read a book about Thugs!
C. M. Thompson

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

34 of 36 people found the following review helpful By Bridgett Mckenzie on April 22, 2011
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I read this book in a few hours and I am honestly upset that it ended so soon. I was definitely kept entertained throughout the whole book and I wish that it could have been longer. I think that there will be a part 6 to this series because there was so much stuff that was left unsaid. I was under the impression that this was the last book of the series, but after finishing this book I have given up on that impression.

I have to say that I am a little worried about some of the relationships within the series. POSSIBLE SPOILER!! For example, I am unsure of Trae and Tasha's relationship. Trae seemed to really lose himself in this book and I honestly do not think that he will be living for very long. :-( He and Tasha are my favorite couple in this series and it kind of sucks to read about what they had to go through. I just hope that they will be able to repair all of their past and future problems, so that they can move on together. The other couples had their fare share of drama as well and that was quite entertaining.

Overall, the book was well worth the wait and I am kind of bummed that we are left at another cliffhanger (in my opinion). I dont want to wait another year to find out how everything else played out. Wahida did an excellent job with this book...but "Every Thug Needs A Lady" is still my favorite in the series!! ;-)
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34 of 38 people found the following review helpful By Amazon Customer on May 24, 2011
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Before I give my review I would like to say as a BIG FAN of the Thugs Series I was personally offended by Paragraph 1 on page 230 of Justify My Thug where Ms. Clark called her FANS HATERS! I know the book was supposed to be Tasha point of view (POV) about people hitting up her TWITTER account, but I really believe that was a personal dig at "us" fans who are disppointed with what she had done with the characters Trae, Tasha, & Marv! Here's what the book says and I quote "So the next time you out there in cyber space flappin' ya gums, get it right. If you want a happy ending I suggest you go pick up a Harlequin Romance." Wow, what a way to treat your fans. Are we not the people who buy your books. If you take a look at your first two romance novels, Thugs and the Woman Who Love Them and Every Thugs Needs a Lady and Thug Matrimony That is exactly what you gave us. So is it our fault you are wiping away the "Romance" you gave us and made us fall in love with. Because now you want to get all Caroline McGill on us? We esp Me, I am no hater! I am a FAN, I loved your stories because while everyone else was giving us shootem up plots and unforgiving characters you was showing us LOVE, Thug though it may be we loved the thugs, because they had a sense of no matter how hard they were they treated the women in thier life like queens. They were hard, but they needed love and you gave it to them, to us. We could close the book and sigh and feel like wow... But now you calling us HATERS! Are you serious? Those of us who have brought all 4 books, plus Golden Hustla and both Paybacks and Sleeping with the Enmeny! I am a hater because I express my OPINION and tell you stop dogging out Trae and Tasha and now you done killed of Marvin...Wow. No Ms. Clark I am a former fan is what I am and I will take your advice and go and get me a Harlenquin Romance. Good Bye.
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26 of 29 people found the following review helpful By Amazon Customer on April 28, 2011
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First of all, I must say that I am a die hard fan of the Thug Series. However, after waiting months for the release of Justify My Thug I am utterly disappointed.

This particular book was completely compacted. It appears to me that Ms. Clark was under a very tight deadline and rushed to complete the book. It lacked consistency. It was a welcomed surprised for the author to reintroduce Jaz and Faheem. At the end of the second book it stated that Jaz went to medical school after leaving New Jersey. She was doing her undergraduate studies at a college in New Jersey in the first book. Now she is a student at Spelman College? Really? Spelman is a college and not a university. This school does not have graduate programs. This was confusing to me. Do your research!

I felt completely cheated. There was an attempt to develop Kyron's character, but it was half hearted at best. What ever happened to Charli Li? She lost the baby and killed Stephon as an act of revenge? That's it?

It dissapoints me that the average rating is 4.5 stars. Did we read the same book? Eventhough, we are Wahida Clark fans it does not mean that we should accept mediocrity. I am still a fan, but I won't recommend this book to any of my friends or foes. Wahida disappointed her fans with one cheesy cliffhanger after another. I gave this book one star, just because it's Wahida.
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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful By ladybug on April 26, 2011
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So, I waited so long to get this book and it was terrible. I fell in love with books 1-3 but after reading books 4&5 im not sure I can handle a book 6.
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8 of 9 people found the following review helpful By Gingerbread Mom on May 1, 2011
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I was honestly very disappointed with this installment of the "Thug" series. It was just so convoluted and all over the place. Although, the characters are known from the series if you are picking this book up as it you would not have a clue what was going on. There was way too much switching back and forth from all the characters, it was hard to really empathize with any one character. The author has done far better with previous books and I hope she will give a future "Thug" installment the time and care it deserves because this was rushed and ended sloppily. Question: When did domestic abuse become sexy? My answer is it's not. I hate that a woman depicted in the book would be punched in the mouth and then happily give her man some head. Where they do that at?
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