May I introduce to you, Nemtih:
Nemtih keeps it real. He even keeps it real on his epic mount. Which he
got solo. SOLO. stole.
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary, and sometimes you gotta collect when a bitch ain't frontin' you her daily wages.
Who's this fuckin' "brotherhood" anyway? She workin' for another pimp? Not on my watch. This bitch 'bout to pay the price nigga.
Sometimes it's hard out there for a pimp. 'specially when noobs be witnessin' you murder. Observe:
But it's ok, because my mysterious ways keep him struck in awe.
Eventually, I tell him to scurry off before the niggas rob and kill his family. A pimp never leaves the job empty handed. 5 copper offa' this ho.
And all 5 coppers go towards a 40 oz malt liquor at Nemtih's favorite bar: the inn in Ironforge. Special deliverin' it from the ghettos of Goldshire, where the infernals and doomguards run rampant.