I'd run a prostitution ring out of Detroit. While being a pimp I would have my hoes dish out the drugs I concoct in the meth labs I will make out of all the abandoned houses in Detroit. Soon the gangs in the area will realize that I've made a move on their territory. I will have to proverbially pimp slap them; therefore, I will equip my prostitutes with heavy arms and involve myself in a couple drive by shootings. This will not only get my reputation up, but it will eliminate some of the competition (even as a pimp, I'm a gunner). I will then buy a new fur coat from Dittrich furs. At this point the DEA and the corrupt Detroit Police Department will want to squabble my entrepreneurship. I will pay off the crooked police officers and have them protect me. I'll try to see if I can find a way to pedal drugs out of police cars as well, this can maximize profit. I will be living the high life for a few years...
Until my plan to arm one of my main hoes backfires. She wants more of a cut, we get into a heated debate and I get violent. She then pulls out the weapon I supplied her with and pops me several times with the gat I purchased for her. After waking up from my six month comma I am immediately beaten up by some thug police officers. I go to jail for 2 years on drug charges because they found the marijuana plants in my basement when they raided my house during my comma. Lucky for me, my drug ring is thoroughly distributed throughout the ghettos of Detroit. While in jail I am paid a visit by notorious Detroit rapper "Trick Trick". "Trick Trick" and I compose a mediocre rap album about pimpin' hoes and getting money as well as standin up fo' yo hood and gettin shot. The album makes a slight profit. I make diverse investments with the decent money made off the rap album. One of my investments is in Ford's stock, which rises. This new money acquired allows me to hire a better producer and lyricist. I finally have recorded a noteworthy album. My singles are beginning to be played on the radio over a national scale. My music video is too explicit for mtv (due to the prostitutes I used in the video), but BET is playing it late at night. I throw a huge album release party @ Trick Trick's club in Detroit. As I go up to make a speech with my Don Perignon in hand, a bullet tears through my chest. The West Side Chedda Boyz were still mad that I had killed their leader in a drive by shooting 6 years ago. They were even more infuriated that I was about to make it big. Without a life insurance policy, my baby mommas are left with nothing. Trick Trick makes a pretty corny song about how he misses me (p diddy style). My album sells like crazy for 2 weeks and then I am never remembered again. The money goes to the record company. The record company then decides to build a resort for their artists in South America and this causes destruction of endangered rain forests.
So please med-schools, accept me for the sake of the rain forests!