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This is a follow-up analysis post to this post, which VK, Des and Roissy did a ridiculously good job taking apart in the comments section. Maybe this one was too easy (or the commenters are just too damn good). Anyways, let me see if there’s anything left for me to add. To save you the trouble of going back to the old post, I’ll reproduce the passage here:

I grinned widely, inside of course. The best pimps keep a steel lid on their emotions and I was one of the iciest. The whores went into fits of giggles at [bottom bitch] Rachel’s shaky witticism [a bottom bitch is the top whore in the stable, the most favored by the pimp and usually considered the most reliable. Usually a seniority position.]. A pimp is happy when his whores giggle. He knows they are still asleep.

I coasted the Hog [car] into the curb outside the hotel where Kim, my newest, prettiest girl, was cribbing. Jesus! I would be glad to drop the last whore off so I could get to my own hotel to nurse my nose with cocaine and be alone. Any good pimp is his own best company. His inner life is so rich with cunning and scheming to out-think his whores.

As Kim got out I said “Goodnight Baby, today is Saturday so I want everybody in the street at noon instead of seven tonight. I said noon, not five minutes after or two minutes after, but at twelve noon sharp I want you down, got it, Baby?”

She didn’t answer, but she did a strange thing. She walked into the street around the Hog [car] to the window on my side. She stood looking at me for a long moment, her beautiful face tense in the dim dawn.

Then in her crisp New England accent she said “Are you coming back to my pad this morning? You haven’t spent a night with me in a month. So come back, Okay?”

A good pimp doesn’t get paid for screwing, he gets his pay for always having the right thing to say to a whore right on lightning tap. I knew my four whores were flapping their ears to get my reaction to this beautiful bitch. A pimp with an overly fine bitch in his stable [group of whores] has to keep his game tight. Whores constantly probe for weakness in a pimp.

I fitted a scary mask on my face and said, in a low deadly voice, “Bitch, are you insane? No bitch in my family calls any shots or muscles me to do anything. Now take your stinking yellow ass upstairs to a bath and some shut eye, and get in the street at noon like I told you.”

The bitch just stood there, her eyes slitted in anger. I could sense she was game to play the string out right there in the street before my whores…I knew the bitch was trying to booby trap me when she spat out her invitation. “Come on, kick my ass. What the hell do I need with a man I only see when he comes to get his money? I’m sick of it all. I don’t dig stables and never will. I know I’m the new bitch who has to prove herself. Well Godamnit, I am sick of this shit. I’m cutting out.”

She stopped for air and lit a cigarette. I was going to blast her ass of when she finished. So, I just sat there staring at her.”

Then she went on…”I am going back to Providence on the next thing smoking.”

She was young, fast with trick appeal galore. She was a pimp’s dream and she knew it. She had tested me with her beef and now she was lying back for a sucker response.

I disappointed her with my cold overlay. I could see her wilt as I said in an icy voice “Listen square-ass Bitch, I have never had a whore I couldn’t do without. I celebrate, Bitch, when a whore leaves me. It gives some worthy bitch a chance to take her place and be a star. You scurvy Bitch, if I shit in your face, you gotta love it and open your mouth wide….”

I went on ruthlessly, “Bitch you are nothing but a funky zero. Before me you had one chili chump [a chili pimp is a low-level pimp with only one whore] with no rep. Nobody except his mother ever heard of the bastard. Yes Bitch, I’ll be back this morning to put your phony ass on the train.”

I rocketed away from the curb. In the rearview mirror I saw Kim walk slowly into the hotel, her shoulders slumped. In the Hog, until I dropped the last whore off you could have heard a mosquito crapping on the moon. I had tested out for them, “solid ice.”

Since Des, VK and Roissy did such a good job in the last comment section, I won’t repeat their points. I’ll just add things I think they left out.

One important thing to note is the presence of the other whores. The presence of other women drives a woman’s competitive nature up insanely. When you watch those dating shows like “Elimidate” where 4 girls are fighting for one guy, or better yet “The Bachelor,” it doesn’t matter if the guy is a total tool. To the women, the fact that they’re competing with other women is enough to drive the guy’s value up and make them chase at any cost. Beating other women becomes as important if not more important than getting the man. Women never want a man no other woman wants. It’s one of the reason single women are often attracted to married men. This is also why Iceberg explicitly reminds Kim that her old pimp was a “chili pimp,” a one-woman pimp, and she now has the honor of being with a multiple-whore pimp, which she needs to appreciate. Remember that: Ideally people would love exclusive ownership of something everybody wants. If they can’t get that, however, PEOPLE WOULD MUCH RATHER SHARE OWNERSHIP OF SOMETHING EVERYONE WANTS RATHER THAN HAVE EXCLUSIVE OWNERSHIP OF SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE WANTS.

And on top of that, one of the women is Rachel, the “bottom bitch” (meaning she’s the current top chick in the stable with seniority) and the other is Kim, the newer, younger, hotter chick (meaning she’s at the peak of her hotness and thinks her shit doesn’t stink). There’s a lot of natural competition between women as I said before, but when you enter dynamics like youth vs. experience and older girlfriend/wife vs. newer girlfriend/mistress, it ratchets up to a whole new level.

Iceberg exploits this throughout the book Pimp by pitting the whores against each other. (Also see Pimpin’ Ken’s 29th law of pimping, “Play One Ho Against the Next”) If something is valuable already, people will naturally compete for it. Everyone knows that. But also, the reverse order is true, and not many people notice it: if you artificially force people to compete for something first, they’ll naturally start assigning it more and more value over time as the competition increases. This is how “the Bachelor” is able to work. If any of those girls met the Bachelor one on one they may not be that impressed, but within the forced competitive environment created by the producers, I believe those women really do start sincerely valuing the Bachelor almost against their will.

Now one of the problems with this forced competitive dynamic of the Bachelor is that once a winner is chosen, the dynamic changes drastically. First, the competition is over. That means the value of the object, the Bachelor, goes down, since it was solely created by an artificial competitive environment anyway. For the person that wins the object, the challenge is now gone. Plus she now considers herself on par with that object because she was officially deemed the most worthy to have it, and the power has now mostly shifted toward her. The other competitors also lose respect for the Bachelor too because of this changed dynamic, and in some ways he now seems conquered or less desirable.

This is why what Kim does to Ice and when she chooses to do it, in front of all the other whores, is so critical. If he chooses her vagina at that critical moment, in front of all his other whores, in front of his established, tried and true dedicated bottom bitch, the closest pimp equivalent to a wife, he gives her a disproportionate amount of value that she hasn’t earned yet, and he makes her and her vagina the ultimate prize. It’s like choosing a winner. She now has more value than him, meaning she’ll lose respect for him immediately if he takes up her offer of sex that night. The other whores will feel the competition is over, making them lose a little respect too, plus they’ll see him making a woman a prize and giving her too much value, making them believe he was never really that great a prize anyway, making them lose a lot more respect. To the average eye, this just looks like an offer of sex from a whore to a pimp. But in actuality, it’s a critical moment where one bad choice of accepting some ass can unravel his whole organization and derail his whole career. This is what separates a chump from a hustler, a short term thinker from a strategists. A chump pats himself on the back for the short term reward, in this case a piece of ass, and is oblivious to the long-term damage he’s done to his character, credibility and status, all of which are much more important.

See, most people think the actual testing of Iceberg began when she got angry and openly cursed him out in front of the whores. But it wasn’t. That was just when she raised the testing to another level and went direct. But the testing actually started when she offered him sex, and it’s the most dangerous test of all because unlike open defiance, which you can tell is a challenge right off the bat, this was a test disguised as a gift, which is much worse because first you have to be sharp enough to recognize it for what it is (a challenge and not a gift) and you have to have the foresight and self-discipline to choose the long-term benefit over the short term benefit. And these are two of the things pimps excel at: recognizing tests from both men and women and self-discipline.  Contrary to popular belief, pimps regularly turn down sex far more often than they receive it. 

Whenever something is being offered to you that seems too easy, always evaluate it. Don’t assume because something is giving you a short-term benefit that it’s good for you. Oftentimes, the short-term benefit you gain is nothing compared to what you give up in exchange, your value and self-worth, both of which are far more valuable and much harder to get back. Many people, once they realize they are receiving a short-term benefit, turn off their critical faculties and stop evaluating and never consider the long-term ramifications. Or if they do consider the long-term ramifications, they lack the self-discipline to follow through on their better judgment and accept the short-term benefit anway.

Another thing that’s important and is shown in this passage is that it’s important to have a clear definition and understanding of what a victory is for you. A chump, which is most men, if placed in Iceberg’s shoes, would think victory is defined by getting as much ass as possible at any costs so that they can rack up a big number of partners. That is why you see so many guys in social settings and relationships debasing themselves with the opposite sex, groveling and supplicating to women, yet they’ll think they’re winning overall because they’re getting sex or a relationship out of it in the end. On the other hand Iceberg, and alpha males in general, define a victory as retaining their value, maintaining a competitive environment to keep that value high and never giving away their power at any cost, even if it means they lose out on some short-term benefits, some “sure things.”  And for women, you have to properly define what a victory is as well. Women have their own consistent mistakes they make when defining what a victory is, which leads to their particular dating problems, but I’ll save that for a whole other post. But in Kim’s particular case, a victory for her was defined, correctly, as taking away Iceberg’s dominance and value by destroying the competitive environment. Like “The Bachelor,” a pimp’s value is gained by keeping the competition alive, and like “The Bachelor,” once there’s a clear winner the competition is finished and the Bachelor in question automatically loses value and the winner gains the value. Just like the female “Bachelor” contestant wins by eliminating the competitors and thereby ruining the game, a whore wins by ruining the competitive state a pimp has strived to maintain and ruining his stable (Hence Pimpin’ Ken’s 23rd Law “A Ho Joins A Stable to Ruin It “). This danger is present in all polygamous relationships, no matter how much a woman claims to be cool with the situation.

Next post will the resolution of Iceberg’s dilemma with Kim, and how he ultimately solves it. Trust me, you’ll love it.

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