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- Oh, it's definitely a go.
I'm going to give you that bread as soon as I take it
from this motherfucker man.
(indistinct) right?
That's where you're all going to be?
All right, bet.
Listen, let me explain something to you homie.
Once I get there, ain't no turning back, man.
Ain't none of them motherfuckers going home.
♪ I saw you again I knew just- ♪
This fat motherfucker spoke of my name
one time too many over this little petty ass money, yo.
There's something wrong with that.
♪ I'll stop this- ♪
I'll be there.
- What time you're coming back?
- Fuck is you talking to?
- James, what time is you coming back?
- I'm not.
- What'd you mean you're not?
I don't understand.
- What don't you understand?
The I or the not?
Deuces.
- Well James, I'm getting a real tired
of this little hit and run games, okay?
You come here, and smashed me out,
then I don't see you for days.
- Lady, that's what the fuck it is, man.
Let me explaining something to you.
I like to make money, fuck, and go the fuck home.
In that order. That's it.
- Listen, I get it.
I understand you got hurt.
You got trust issues.
Guess what James, I'm looking for a relationship.
Not an in and out nigga.
- Well, you know what lady?
I don't know what the fuck to tell you.
I'm not trying to settle down with none
of you motherfuckers, man.
I don't care how pretty you is.
How fat your ass is. What race you is.
You motherfuckers ain't shit.
And with that being said,
I got to go meet D, man.
- Is you fucking D?
- What the fuck did you just say to me, yo?
- I'm sorry.
- You trying to play me, man?
- I was just joking.
- You're joking?
Yo, James don't play them type of games, man.
And ain't you still in relations
with your fucking baby father?
Why don't you to relate with that motherfucker, man?
I'm out, yo.
- You know what James?
You walk out that door, don't come back.
- Well you know what lady?
That's right up my motherfucking alley.
So you be cool like you be cool.
I don't do relationships man, I'm out.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.
Get the fuck out then.
(door slams)
Can I stand the disrespectful ass nigga for a good dick?
♪ When you come home, I'll stop this. ♪
♪ When you come home, I'll hide it good. ♪
♪ I'll never cry again when you come home. ♪
(cellphone vibrating)
- This nigga.
Yeah, what up?
Fuck you mean you've been blowing me up, man?
You know I keep my phone on silent when I'm laid up.
What's popping?
All right, bet.
I got to holler at you anyways.
All right.
(James sighs)
- Ow, D!
- Yo, where are my shit, Brody?
- I ain't got your shit-
Ow, D! Come on, man!
- Where the fuck is my shit?
(Brody crying)
Where the fuck is my shit?
- Oh, D! Damn!
- No, no, no.
- James, James, please, man!
Don't go kill me, man.
I didn't mean to take your shit, D.
Ah!
- Where the fuck is my shit, bro?
- Yo!
(Brody crying hysterically)
Yo, shut up.
Yo, shut the fuck up.
This is what you were blowing me up for, my nigga?
Yo D, wrap this shit up, man.
As a matter of fact, what are you doing?
What happened?
- This motherfucker thought he could take a whole brick
and thought I wouldn't notice.
- A whole brick?
- I noticed.
- Yo wrap this shit.
- Ah, D!
James, James!
Please don't go kill me man!
I won't do it again, I promise!
- Where's my shit, Brody?
(Brody crying hysterically)
- James, please!
Don't kill me man.
(cellphone vibrating)
- Yo.
- Yo Doorman, what up?
I saw you driving that Fat motherfucker around.
You working with him today?
Well listen, man.
Your boss owes me some money.
And I'm coming to get it.
You in or you out?
- Shit nigga, I'm in.
And he got that stick up (indistinct)
- Don't worry about her.
I'm going to handle that shit too.
- Shit, say less.
- [Brody] James! D! Come on man!
(Brody coughs)
Don't kill me man, please don't kill me.
- All right Brody.
All right man.
You should have been told me that shit.
(Brody choking)
- That's my word, man.
You need some motherfucking counseling, Darnell.
The fuck is wrong with you, man?
I would've just shot that nigga, man.
In and out like a robbery.
This is what you've been blowing me up for, man?
- I think I'm done with this shit, man.
- Damn.
That's fucked up.
That's some shit a lying stupid nigga would say, D.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
- Yo real talk, J, I got enough bread.
I just want find me something nice, settle down,
open up a business or something.
- Find something nice?
You mean like a girl? You want a girl?
Listen D, that shit sounds all cute and everything,
but we got some real business to handle right now.
but we might got to shoot a motherfucker.
- You're going to kill him?
- Probably.
I don't want to though.
- Let me get something to eat first.
I'm hungry.
- D, you want to eat after you just did that shit?
That shit is nasty as fuck, my nigga.
- Well, shit.
- Who the fuck does that, man?
- Me.
- Fuck it, I do need some time to change my clothes.
Fuck around, sleep in that motherfucker house
I wasn't supposed to.
- [Darnell] Bread brick.
(rock music playing)
- Fuck you looking at, nigga? Close the door.
- What? You got something you got to say, nigga?
Yo, listen.
I got some important people through here, man.
Hold the fucking door down for me.
- Shit. All right, nigga.
(Doorman chuckles)
- Yeah, this what I'm talking about.
I don't give a fuck with nobody say.
See what I'm saying?
I'm the boss out here, you dig?
You work hard, you play hard.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
- James, D.
What's good, sons?
- How many people I got to shoot here?
- I mean, about four?
I'll say probably about three.
- We was never here.
- Hey yo, Doorman, listen.
Don't let nobody out this door, man.
We good?
- Yeah, we good.
But listen, I don't like this nigga anyways,
so yo, I ain't seen shit.
And I'm going tell you, get that bitch too.
Because she ain't right.
I ain't even going to hold.
- Yo, hold the door down.
- Yeah, all right, just pay me, motherfucker.
- Yo, how much are yours?
- About $500.
- Nigga, we're here for $500?
- Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm petty as fuck.
I am childish, my nigga.
And he owes me some money.
He pretty much said fuck with the old man, I want it.
(gun cocking)
- Count to 10.
- Count to 10? What the fuck I got to count to 10 for?
(James sighs)
I really ain't want you in my body.
1, 2, 3-
- What's up, fellas?
- The fuck?
- I don't mean to interrupt you all,
but this is just about him.
So please, be patient with a brother.
(gun cocking)
- 5-
- We're going to need that $500 you owe.
So we can get the hell up out of here.
- Man, who the fuck is these niggas?
(gun fires)
- [Fat] Sweet baby Jesus.
- Huh? Oh, because I thought
I shot motherfucker said something.
Or maybe that was you.
You said something?
- I don't even know how to talk.
- [Man] You fat.
- The fuck?
- I can't even believe I'm speaking words right now.
- Really J?
How the fuck did you all even get in here?
You shot my man over $500?
- Yo, don't move, man.
Nah Fat, I'm gonna shoot you over $500, motherfucker.
That motherfucker got shot
because he ain't not following directions.
- I told that man to be patient.
- You see how little that money mean to you, bro?
If that was the case,
you should have gave me that little shit three months ago.
But you want to be out here talking shit,
so you pretty much said fuck me and what you owe, man.
There's something wrong with that.
- Nigga, you buck.
I'll give you five stacks, you get the fuck off my face.
- Mm, mm, mm.
He just threw some money at me.
(James chuckles)
So we're still with niggas.
I gonna take that too.
But I see you got your money all out here,
all spreaded all over on the table and shit.
You got your people sitting over there.
Yo, what's popping?
I don't know what the fuck these niggas is,
but you need to change your crew.
But you bossing up right now, is that what you're doing?
- For sure.
- I understand.
He bossing up.
Hey yo, my man.
I'm sorry about your boy over there.
Nigga got road rage or something.
He needed to fix that.
But you, you got opportunity to get up out this room.
I hope you know how to follow directions.
- Thank you, Jesus. Fat, I'll catch you later.
- Hey look, serious?
- Yo, I like what you did with that.
- That's some real light-skinned shit,
you fake ass comedian.
(gun fires)
- Yo, the fuck?
- Boss, nigga.
I said out the room, not out the building.
- A lot of money you got on that table right there.
We just want that $500 of yours.
(James chuckles)
- Hey yo, you wonder I'm really here though?
He want to know why I'm really here?
Should I tell him?
God, I don't like ugly bitch.
Come here, let me holler at you.
Come here.
- How the fuck did you even know
I was going to be here?
- Your homie set you up for this bread.
Your peoples ain't shit, man.
(gun fires)
And keep my name out your mouth, boy.
Hurry up and die.
- What about her?
- What about me, nigga?
I'm the reason you're all here.
- Yo chill, chill, chill.
What's popping?
- Bag full of money, what you want to do?
- Yo, that's my word, homie.
But you, to set your own people up like that?
That gonna to let me know you ain't shit either.
(gun fires)
Bread, motherfucker, get it.
The fuck you standing there looking at me for?
Hey yo, Doorman.
- Hey yo, what's going on man, y'all good?
- You good?
- Yeah, you got something for me?
What the fuck?
- Where do you want to get shot at?
- Yo what the fuck, y'all niggas about to shoot me for?
- You know what?
Wherever y'all was at before you got here,
somebody must've saw you.
So the question is, how everybody in here gonna be dead
and you're not?
- That shit will raise questions.
- Mm-hmm.
- We ain't gotta kill him though.
- You know what, I tell you like this.
I could shoot you to kill you and leave no witnesses
in this bitch.
- Huh?
- Or I could give you a little flesh wound
so you can make up a story and tell the police.
But either way you getting shot, motherfucker.
- I didn't even want you to shoot me man-
(Doorman speaking gibberish)
(gun fires)
The fuck? Motherfuck!
This shit wasn't part of the motherfucking plan, man.
- Yo, shut the fuck up man.
Grab his bread, bro.
- The fuck? Yo.
I want my motherfucking money, man.
I ain't get shot for nothing, nigga.
More than anything, man.
- And make that shit believable.
- You lucky he shot you, and your story better be good.
- Man fuck y'all.
♪ Let's get em' Tiz. ♪
♪ I don't give a fuck about you, bitch niggas. ♪
♪ Keep my name out your mouth, you lame niggas. ♪
♪ Now I know why you bitches so bitter, ♪
♪ 'Cause you found out you ain't that real nigga. ♪
♪ Let's get 'em, Tiz. ♪
♪ I don't give a fuck about you, bitch niggas. ♪
♪ Keep my name out your mouth, you lame niggas. ♪
♪ Now I know why you bitches so bitter, ♪
♪ 'Cause you found out you ain't that real nigga. ♪
♪ I stand corrected niggas, what you talkin' about? ♪
♪ Like a quarterback, yeah like this man, wrong route. ♪
♪ Now what's your definition of real good? ♪
♪ Look in the mirror and know it ain't you. ♪
♪ I knew that shit that make your bitch ♪
♪ want to leave you alone. ♪
♪ Who the fuck want a nigga who can't hold their own? ♪
♪ You bird ass niggas think y'all own the sky, ♪
♪ Keep your wings on the ground, ♪
♪ 'cause your shit don't fly. ♪
♪ You say this, you say that, but it don't face a. ♪
♪ You little niggas better get a grip, ♪
♪ your shit ain't tight. ♪
♪ Don't give a fuck about you niggas who ain't on my side. ♪
♪ Huge time real nigga, and I stay- ♪
- God damn, man.
Hot as fuck up in there, man.
Ain't see me sweating in there talking
to this motherfucker, man?
I should've shot his ass
for having the motherfucking heat up so goddamn high, man.
The fuck wrong with you?
- You knew all this motherfucking money
was in here, didn't you?
- Of course I did.
Listen, let me explain something to you D, man,
that Fat motherfucker had it coming, man.
And the bitch in there that he was with
ain't shit either, man.
She get paid to set motherfuckers up.
How do you think this shit happen the way it did?
And you want to settle down with bitch?
I'm telling you about these motherfuckers.
I don't trust none of these hoes, man.
Fuck out of here.
- Yo, I'm done with this shit. J, I'm done with this shit.
Taking my half, open up a business or something, man.
You can have these motherfucking streets.
- And these motherfucking hoes I'll be hunching on
and this money out here.
So you be a sucker for love ass nigga if you want to, D.
Go fuck around, get your heartbroken, man.
I been through that shit and I'm telling you,
All these bitches ain't no good, my nigga.
It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow,
it might not be 10 years from now.
I don't put it past no bitch to cheat. Know what I mean?
- So what the fuck is it that you're telling me right now?
- D, what I'm trying to tell you is, man.
She might not be cheating now,
but she dance till know who got next
when you fuck up, nigga.
Point-blank and simple, man.
My opinion, ain't no such as loyalty
when it comes to pussy, D.
If a bitch giving it up, a nigga gonna take it.
Let's get the fuck out of here, man.
Pull my goddamn windows up, man.
Hot as fuck up in that bitch, man.
♪ Dj in front of my name, DJ in front of my name. ♪
♪ Call me Tizzy, call me Tizzy. ♪
♪ Skateboarding, skateboarding, skateboarding. ♪
(rap music playing)
- Damn it!
The fuck you get fired from a fucking strip club?
What the fuck? Shit.
Oh my God.
I'm fucking hot for this shit.
Oh my god. Where the fuck are my earrings?
Goddamn it.
What the fuck am I doing?
I gotta get out of here, fuck it.
Are you kidding me? You gotta be fucking kidding me!
Oh my god, my car won't start!
Where's my phone?
(rap music playing)
Oh my God, hello? Rachel, Rachel, listen.
Please, my car just died, I need to you to come get me,
my battery just-
The fuck? I ain't got no charger!
Oh my god. Oh my god.
(bird chirping)
Oh my God. How did I get fired from a strip club?
And how I'm gonna get my goddamn car?
- What the hell, girl, you ain't never heard of AAA?
Or a damn man?
- Girl. I would love to have a man.
But man these days ain't' about nothing.
I want someone that's gonna love me for me,
not because I'm pretty, but smart.
I got plans, I wanna share it with someone special.
- Look. Can I be honest with you?
You know, you attract a man you attract,
because of the way you carry and present yourself.
Now, I know you're smart and you're beautiful,
but you're also a flirt and a damn trouble maker.
- I know you're not talking, Rachel,
because mainly, the flirt and the trouble maker
happens when I'm with you.
But you don't have a problem with it then?
- That's because I know where I'm going
at the end of the night.
I'm going home. Unlike you,
you'd be going to all these hotels and shit.
- Listen, I got bills to pay, Rachel.
This bullshit ass job ain't doing it for me.
How am I going to be broke every damn day,
going to school, paying for books and tuition.
I can't eat none of that.
- Well, if you're going to attract the right men,
then you got to attract the right damn attitude.
That means you got to stop hanging out
at all these damn hood bars.
Hood bars, hood niggas.
- Listen, Rachel. What is wrong with going to the bar,
broke, and come out drunk, with little bit of dollars
in my fucking pocket? What's wrong with that?
- Well, we're going to a place
where they pay for houses and cars, not bitches and liars.
See, there's a difference.
And even happy hour, we pocket it.
- You know what Rachel, it's whatever. Let's just go.
(birds chirping, dog barking)
- Remember the thing we did last week?
- Mm-hmm. It was so good, it was juicy.
- That's what I'm talking about,
let's do it again this week.
- I'm down for it.
(ominous music playing)
I'm down for a good ride, daddy.
- That's what I'm talking about.
- Make it worth my while.
Mm, so when do you wanna do it? Now?
- We gonna have a week, let's do it.
- I'm ready.
(gun cocks)
- We do it again this week?
- Oh yes, daddy.
- That's what I'm talking about.
- Give it to me nice and nasty.
- Oh, you already know it, that's what's going down.
Yeah, I don't like being
in another nigga's crib and shit, though.
- Wait baby, you scared of my man?
- I don't give a fuck about your man,
the only thing I care about is you.
(Darnell sighs)
- Mm, well he won't be home until tomorrow night.
So you have all night to make me scream.
- That's what I'm talking about.
- Darnell!
- Yo, I ain't gonna hold y'all.
I'm gonna check up out of here, yo.
Yo, you gonna get the hell out my way,
or there's gonna be a problem over here, yo.
- The problem you walked in my house
knowing you don't belong here,
(gun tapping)
take that as your first one.
Now back your ass up before I lay your ass down.
- Darnell, put the gun away. Let's talk about this.
- Oh, you wanna talk now?
You wanna talk now.
- Yes I do. Just-
- That's enough.
- Darnell! Please!
- Yo, it ain't gotta be like this, yo.
- Coming from a man who say he don't give a fuck about me?
Yeah, I heard you when I was coming up in here.
You give a fuck now?
- Darnell! Please, I'm sorry.
- So tell me. How long you've been fucking my girl?
I mean, we've been together five years.
How long you've been smashing?
- Every weekend while you're at work?
- See that bag right there?
- Yeah.
- Two top drawers and the feminine shit
in the back is hers.
Pack that shit up and take her with you.
- Darnell! Please!
- It's either that or get shot the fuck up, you choose.
- What's your part of the side, man? Fuck.
- Darnell, baby. You don't wanna be like this.
- It's like that already.
It's too motherfucking late for that shit.
- Darnell.
Darnell, I never wanted him.
It's just a fling, was a fling!
It didn't mean anything, I love you.
Please, just hear me out, please, just-
- You want to talk? You want to talk?
Talk to that nigga and find out where the fuck
y'all going, y'all get the hell up out of here.
That's who you talk to.
- Baby, you gotta know I didn't mean that.
I didn't mean that, I love you.
I don't wanna go with this man, I'm sorry.
- You don't get the fuck up out of here,
- Yo, you coming or what?
♪ How could you run these lies? ♪
♪ When I thought I was a navigator, ♪
♪ I thought I could read the sign. ♪
♪ You were sending up flares. ♪
♪ Red and gold and everywhere. ♪
♪ I remember my hands. ♪
♪ Thinking I had a chance, ♪
♪ reaching out for a dance in the fire. ♪
♪ Now I can't afford the cost of this living. ♪
♪ Your love was a luxury you took from me, ♪
♪ this poverty has made me so broken. ♪
♪ The battle is ours. ♪
- Find me something nice, settle down,
open up a business or something.
- Find me something nice?
You mean like a girl? You want a girl?
♪ I can't afford the cost of living ♪
♪ if you don't pay me attention. ♪
- So you be a sucker for love ass nigga if you want to, D.
Go fuck around, get your heartbroken, man.
I've been through that shit and I'm telling you,
All these bitches ain't no good, my nigga.
♪ From these tears that hit the ground, ♪
♪ A shoulder to cry on, no comfort in sound. ♪
- Ain't no such thing as loyalty when it comes to pussy, D.
If a bitch giving it up, a nigga going to take it.
♪ The cost of this living, ♪
♪ your love was a luxury you took from me, ♪
♪ this poverty has made me so broken. ♪
♪ The tale of this ours, too heavy to mention. ♪
♪ That I can't afford the cost of living ♪
♪ if you don't pay me attention. ♪
(door knocking)
- Yo.
- (indistinct)
It's the sitting in the dark for me, D.
Fuck is you playing hide and go seek by your self?
What's popping, man? What's going on?
You sit your ass like a child, man.
- You won't believe this shit.
You know I wasn't supposed to come home until next weekend.
Canceled seminar, so I came home early.
I get here and there's a fucking car on my driveway.
So you know me, no it ain't no motherfucker up in my house?
You know my shorty don't have company.
- What the fuck you're going to have to tell me, D?
Another mack? Another nigga was up in here, huh?
- Not only up in here, but in my fucking bedroom.
All lovey dovey and shit up in their mind.
My bedroom, bro.
- I don't see no bullet holes around this bitch,
so what happened, D?
- So I made him pack her shit and I kicked their ass out.
(James laughs)
- Yo, that's the stupidest shit ever, man. What the?
You ain't shoot that motherfucker?
- Shit ain't funny, man.
(James laughs)
Shit's not funny, dog. This is some real shit.
Shit could've went sideways like a motherfucker.
Little here tried to boss up.
Everything not fucking funny, J.
- No, you're right, though.
(James laughs)
No but D, for real, where the bodies at?
I mean, we got steep some shit up out of here,
let's get it popping while I'm here, man.
- J, I really kicked their ass out.
- Yo D, that's my word, my nigga, you're getting soft, man.
I told your ass a long time ago
this shit was going to happen, but no,
I want to open up a business, I want to find me a nice one.
Find the one who don't give a fuck about your ass, man.
I told you this shit was going to happen, man.
- You done, nigga?
- Listen man, look.
I got some shit to do, let's go take a ride
and get some fresh air or something.
You need a couple of drinks.
- [Darnell] Yo.
- You want to go find the nigga and shoot him?
(James laughs)
Well come one, man. Let's get the fuck up out of here.
- Hold up man, change my motherfucking clothes, man.
I got, fucking import juice.
- All right, hurry up, man.
I'm gonna sit my ass down right here.
- All right.
- And you know what?
Haha. Yo hurry up, man.
- Fuck you, man. This shit ain't no fucking joke, J.
(James laughs)
Everything's not fucking funny, man.
- I told you, man.
The fuck is wrong with you, yo?
You want to sell drugs again?
I got a spot for you.
(James laughs)
(upbeat music playing)
Yo, you all right man?
You all right?
- I'm good.
Nigga, do I look all right?
- I'm just saying, man.
That shit-
You better be mean, nigga.
I know back in the day, nigga,
we would've been burying motherfucking bodies, man.
You know what I mean?
I mean, would you really expect-
Like, you really left the streets alone, man.
Trying to change your life type shit.
Like, what you gone Muslim or something, man?
- I don't want to do that shit anymore, man.
Past five years this girl has fucked with me.
You know what I'm saying?
Been laying low, I'm just removed from this shit.
I'm trying to make sure-
- Fuck all that shit, man.
You know how much there's money out here, man?
Come on, nigga why are you always scared, D?
Yo like, really? Got a girl, now I told you
about that shit, man, look what happened, man.
- Nigga old as fuck, man.
What? This is why you grind harder.
- Let's go back to the bitch, nigga.
- Man, fuck that bitch.
- That's fucked up man.
I'm saying, you want to go find them though?
I mean, I was deadass about that.
- I know, that's the fucking problem.
- Yo, the change, man.
I need the old D back. Man, I'm about to pull up
at this spot real quick, man.
I'll holler at one of these niggas real quick.
I'm gonna try to go down here to this spot, man.
I mean, this early, happy hour,
hopefully ain't too many people up in there, man.
Enjoy a couple drinks, I know you're
already drunk right now, nigga.
- Yo, I'll tell you, I gotta see something nice.
(Darnell slurring words)
Yeah. Yeah.
(James laughs)
- See? You can't even talk.
- See something nice, right about now.
- Can't even talk, nigga.
You don't wanna listen to me, man.
So here we are, nigga.
- Yeah, if I listen to you,
there would be two fucking bodies in my back yard right now.
- I know, man. Where the fuck is this nigga at?
It's him pulling up right now, look.
Holler at him real quick.
- Hey what's going on, fam?
Hey listen, James I know. I need couple of hours, man.
- Listen, man. You think I'm playing
about my motherfucking bread, man?
- Come on, fam.
- You think I'm playing about my money, homie?
- Come on, fam.
- Yo, J.
(car door thuds)
How much money does he owe you?
Because this shit's not necessary.
- I don't know. I lost count.
How much money do you owe me, man?
- I don't know, like $500? Give me like a week, man.
- $500?
- About $500.
- We're here for $500?
Really J?
Because we're not about to do this shit again.
You understand what I'm saying?
(bills shuffling)
Take this.
You put that shit away before we go to jail for $500.
Now hand this motherfucker that shit
and get the hell up out of here.
I just saved your life, now you owe me.
- Come on D, man, don't even work like that, man.
You know that, you don't even know this nigga, man.
- You know what, J? It's going to work like that today.
Hand that motherfucker that money, man.
So you can get the fuck up out of here.
- This nigga, man.
- Beat it, man.
- Appreciate it man. - Fuck out of here, man.
- $500? We're gonna do that shit again?
- Let's go, man. - Do that shit again.
Fucking $500.
What are you doing here, man?
(car door thuds)
(car engine revving)
- Yo D, I don't know what fucking type
of time you're on, man, but we call
that shit bullshit around here, man.
- Word.
- Let me ask you something, man.
How the fuck you want to pay me
for somebody you don't even know, nigga?
- Because I know you.
It's enough black on black crime going on out here
without us adding to it, don't you think?
- Nigga-
You know what, D? I can't answer that, man.
I have nothing. Fuck ever, man.
- And I don't expect that money back.
I ain't missing shit.
- Listen, man. Take this motherfucking bread back, nigga.
I can't have you paying for the next nigga's mistakes, man.
We about to go downtown, grab a couple of drinks
and see if you could find your heartbroken ass
another girl, man, because you wouldn't have did that shit
if you were sober, bitch.
- Shit, you're probably right.
Dumb shit motherfucker, alcohol, nigga too.
- That's the problem, man.
Liquor don't make me do dumb shit, nigga.
That was some dumbass shit back there, man.
Liquor don't do make me do dumb shit, nigga.
Good pussy do, motherfucker.
(Darnell chuckles)
The fuck you think I'm always in jail for, nigga?
Beat a nigga ass, go to jail for that pussy. I-
(James chuckles)
Dragging it?
(James laughs)
Come on, man. Let's go down here to this spot, man.
- Beat a nigga ass, go to jail for the pussy.
♪ Can I say go, daddy? ♪
♪ Come on, come on. Go ahead. ♪
♪ Go daddy. ♪
♪ Go ahead, go ahead ♪
♪ Go daddy. ♪
♪ Go ahead, go ahead. ♪
(rap music continues in background)
♪ Go daddy. ♪
♪ Shorty badder than a motherfuker. ♪
♪ Why you hating, bitch? Just because you're mad, what? ♪
♪ Go daddy. ♪
♪ Better watch that, shorty back by the dozen. ♪
♪ Let me tell you something nigga, I'm the one to fuck with, ♪
♪ Go daddy. ♪
♪ And she never on time, she walk straight to the front, ♪
♪ your bitch stand in line. ♪
♪ Go daddy. ♪
♪ And she never in the back seat. ♪
♪ Always in the front seat right where the driver be. ♪
♪ Go daddy. ♪
(rap music continues in the background)
- Hey ma, how you doing?
- I'm good.
- I see you.
- I mean, get the hell out of my face, I'm good.
Excuse you.
- See, bitch? You didn't even have to do that.
People in here are business owners
and got shit going for themselves.
- Well, we just got in here,
can a bitch get a damn drink first?
Get in the zone? He ain't going nowhere.
- You're right, because the woman he over there
talking to now, definitely got his attention.
You're my girl and I love you,
but you are definitely not the baddest bitch
in here the tonight, so I'm gonna need you
to bring it down a notch.
I'm gonna tell you your hood niggas won't.
- Hmm, and you're talking about me, being rude?
- What the difference is, you deserve it.
Now come on, let's find a table.
(emotional music)
Oh my God, is that my boy over there?
- Who the hell is your boy?
- Darnell. And I know if he's in here,
then James, old crazy ass ain't too far.
And speaking of the devil.
- Ooh, he fine.
- Which one?
- The tall dark skinned one, you know I like them tall
and dark, girl.
- Well, the dark one ain't the right one.
And he's about as hood as they come.
Now can you please just scroll the hell up tonight?
Look, they're coming this way.
- Say it ain't so, what's up, love?
How are you?
- I can't complain, just working.
How are you doing though? I ain't seen you in months.
You still traveling and getting that paper?
- Well you know me, I'm always about my bread.
Ain't nothing changed but the way.
(Erica clears throat)
- Oh, hey y'all. This is my girl, Erica.
Erica, this is Darnell and-
- [Erica] Hi Darnell.
- [Rachel] James.
- What up?
- Hi James.
- Can you guys hold our seat down while we go get a drink?
- How about y'all hold y'all own seat down,
we'll go get the drinks? D got it.
- Shit, I don't know, you might try
to put something in my drink.
- I'm not putting anything in the damn drink?
Hell, your booty ain't big enough.
Besides, I got too much money for that shit.
I don't pay for dumb shit like that.
- How much?
- 40 dollars.
- Oh shit, that ain't nothing but a conversation.
(James chuckles)
- Hey but your homegirl, she with it though.
- Um, you know I could hear you, right?
- Um, yup.
- Now go on.
And don't come back here with no damn mixed drink.
We bottle women.
- The fuck?
- [Rachel and Erica] Okay?
(Rachel and Erica laughs)
- Come on man, as bad as I need a drink right now.
We'll be right back.
- What's his story?
- Who, D?
D was always cool. He lived a dangerous life,
but he did change his life for the better.
I don't know if he's still with that girl or not, though.
She the reason we stopped hanging in the first place,
old jealous ass bitch.
I can't stand the insecure female.
- Yo, these niggas is pussy up in here, man.
I'm ready to take any new bitch tonight, word.
- Let's do it, take them all.
- Niggas ain't real bad, you can come home
with a nigga like me, you know what I'm saying?
- Yo, why the fuck we just can't chill, man?
You niggas be illing, man.
Y'all go fuck around with the wrong people one day, watch.
- Stop acting like a bitch, nigga (indistinct)
- Excuse me, bottle of Belaire? Four glass?
- Yeah.
(ominous music)
- Listen, James is cute and all,
but he does seem like he's kind of cocky.
And honestly Rachel, I got a lot going on right now
and I don't have no time to make new friends.
I have to get my shit together.
Besides, what I got going for my self is my looks.
- Bitch, that sounds like low self esteem.
- Yo.
- J, you popping for real, you really got $500 to waste.
- Yo, Erica sexier than a motherfucker.
- I know, so this what we're going to do, right?
Since you are heartbroken and shit,
I'm gonna try to fuck her first.
If she diss me, then you can have her.
- Why the fuck we gotta do all that?
- Because my bag of bitch game strong, nigga.
- I'm trying to go back to school but how?
All these men want to do is hunch a bitch.
And you wonder why I act the way I act?
- Well, we are definitely in the right spot
to find you a king.
But I'm gonna tell you now.
James is more like a killer, not a king.
He's not the one for you.
Why don't you get to know Darnell?
Try it out, you might like it.
- I'm just trying to look out for you.
I mean, she dope as fuck but you can't judge a book
by its cover, nigga, she might be a hoe.
And I like hoes.
- You know what? I'm gonna take you up on that one.
I want to see this shit.
Because she don't looked like that type of chick.
- And neither do I.
But I'm as hoe as they come, motherfucker,
so let's see how this work out.
- And you definitely got a point there. Let's go.
(ominous music)
- See, the bitch that he came with is bad as fuck, man.
- Sure is.
- I'm ready to go over here and take these niggas' bitches
and ain't going to do shit.
- I'm ready, let's go.
- Yo, hold up man. Y'all niggas need to chill, man.
Word, y'all go fuck around
with the wrong nigga one day, watch.
Watch!
- Oh, he's crying, nigga.
- For the bottle, ladies.
- Thank you.
- Told y'all that this nigga had it.
(Erica chuckles)
- Thank you.
(indistinct)
- I didn't know Rachel had a friend as sexy as you.
You trying to go two separate cells probably?
- No, I ain't nobody (indistinct) right now.
(Rachel chuckles)
- What you want to move for?
- A king.
- A king?
What's that supposed to mean?
- Exactly what I said.
- I'm king ding-a-ling in this bitch,
you want to move with some of that?
- You're so damn disrespectful.
Don't you got some hoes on the dance floor to attend to?
- No, I don't. You see anybody out there?
I ain't got no hoes out there until you get out there.
Don't you need some backsides to make your booty bigger?
Can help both of y'all with that, I know what this is.
- No the hell I don't.
(Darnell and James chuckles)
Erica, come to the bathroom with me, this nigga.
(Darnell and James laughs)
- Damn, ma, you sexy as hell.
You and your friend want to come to our section
and sit with us?
- What the fuck?
Yo, I know who you is.
And with that being said, there's a lot of people here
you can be disrespectful to, my nigga.
But I promise you, I'm the one you might want to skip.
- I'm gonna go ahead and make a solve fast.
As tipsy as I am right now,
you fucking ass looking like pricks.
I suggest you take my man's advice.
- Y'all niggas must not know who I beat.
- You about to be buzzed, nigga, if you keep showing
your ass up in here.
- Don't make threats if you ain't got, nigga.
Because I make niggas like y'all suck my dick.
- Goddamn.
Oh, fuck this, D.
♪ But it really wouldn't matter ♪
♪ 'cause you still do it wrong. ♪
♪ I don't give a fuck about you bitch niggas. ♪
♪ Keep my name out your mouth, you lame niggas. ♪
♪ Now I know why you bitches so bitter. ♪
♪ 'Cause you found out you ain't real nigga. ♪
(people screaming, gun firing)
(fire alarm ringing)
- Go to the car.
- [Rachel] Darnell!
- I gotta wait for James, I gotta wait for James.
Just get to the car!
(police siren echoing)
Yo! What you doing, bro?
- What the fuck do you mean what I'm doing, nigga?
You already know how I get down.
You think I'm about to just let them play us like that?
And not going to say nothing?
- Trying to change my life, man.
This is the very reason why I left the streets alone,
because of shit like this.
- Leave the streets alone?
Nigga, you not never leaving the streets alone.
You think because you dress up in businesses suits
and hang out with a whole bunch of white people,
that's going to change the person who you are?
Man, fuck out of here, man.
- Give me your gun.
- What?
- Give me your gun. You just shot a motherfucker.
You want to get caught with that shit up on you
just in case somebody wanted to ID you?
Don't get caught with the murder weapon, remember?
I know you got another one in the car.
Or just in case you forgot, I ain't new to this shit.
- Here, man.
(car honking)
You know what? Ride with them, motherfucker.
Because my night ain't over, man.
I got shit to do, nigga.
And another thing, man.
You sat there and let that motherfucker say suck your dick.
and you ain't say nothing, you telling me to chill?
Come on man, you know what time it is, man.
- Nigga, we in public.
- I don't give a fuck, nigga. You know how I get down, man.
I'm not going to keep telling you shit that, man.
You're getting soft, nigga.
- Man, go handle your motherfucking business.
(police siren echoing)
- What the hell, D?
How he just going to shoot that nigga like that
and make us all a part of that old dumb shit?
- [Erica] No, what the hell, yo?
I thought this was supposed to be for grown and sexy.
- It don't matter where we go.
It's always somebody out there to mess it up for everybody.
- Yo, I just need you to take me home.
- Where the hell do you think I was taking you?
Home with me? You still live at the same spot?
- Yeah, I'm still there.
- Listen, D, I'm telling you now.
If that bitch come outside tripping tonight,
I'm going to give her the business
because that ass whooping is long overdue.
- Well you definitely don't have to worry about that.
- What do you mean?
- Shit, the reason why I'm out tonight
is I caught her up in the crib with the next motherfucker.
In my bedroom.
- Oh, fucking?
- [Darnell] Hell no, if that was the case,
I'd be in jail right now.
- Wow, so what did you do?
- [Darnell] Kept it simple. Put them both out.
- That must've been hard.
- No for real, yo.
Why you didn't say anything? You must be hurting.
How long have y'all been together?
- Five years.
But you know, I really don't put people
in my personal business.
I just came out with James, release a little stress.
(ominous music)
- I knew some like this is about to happen, man.
That's why I told you. Now look at this bro.
- Nigga, fucking relax, son.
Fuck them bitch ass niggas.
We're about to go in here,
make a couple of fucking phone calls
and handle our goddamn business.
- Man, just drop me the fuck home please, man.
- Nigga, walk with your punk ass.
You're not built for this shit anyways.
- Word? All right.
- [James] Let's finish that conversation, homie.
(gun firing)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what's popping?
- You got it, what's good? You got it.
- Me James, don't ever invite a nigga like me to your dick.
That's how a motherfucker get shot. We good?
- [Man] Yeah.
- I can clearly see you ain't about this shit, homie.
Fuck up out of here, before I add you to my body count.
Bounce, nigga, and tell that bitch I said what up.
(man struggling for breath)
- Oh shit, yo lady!
(heart beating)
Yo!
- [Woman] Yo, what the fuck are you-
(man struggling for breath)
- Yo man, I told this nigga stop fucking with these niggas.
- Hey!
- Yo, call 911, yo!
- Hello? I need an ambulance.
My baby's father's been shot.
Randy?
- Wow, that was crazy, wow.
- Are you calling your boy to see if he all right?
- No. He'll call me if something wrong.
- [Rachel] Mm.
- I'm about to go in the house, have a drink or two
and relax.
What you all getting in to?
- Shit, I'm taking my ass home.
Tonight was just too much for me.
I feel like I need to be hiding or some shit.
A bit too paranoid right about now.
- What the hell? Ain't no body ready to go home,
I'm not ready to go home.
Listen, you think we can hang out
and maybe you could drop me off later?
- I could use a company right about now.
So I'm good with that.
- Darnell, don't be trying to hump on my girl
the first night either.
- Shit, he better hope I don't hop on him, the first night.
- Shit, don't threaten me with a good time.
- Mm.
- Boy please, you ain't getting none of this.
Listen, I need a chat friend
and my life has not been peaches and cream, so.
- No can y'all get out of my car
with all their sentimental shit?
- Whatever girl.
(door creaking)
(romantic music)
- Right this way.
Make yourself comfortable and I'll be right with you.
- All right, thank you.
- Not a problem.
I have bourbon, Patron or wine.
♪ Feeling you like I do. ♪
♪ When it's me and you in a room. ♪
- Thank you.
- You're welcome. You smoke?
- Sometimes.
- If you don't really smoke, then I won't smoke around you.
But if you don't mind?
- Wow. That's nice of you.
Most guys that asked me that, you know, really don't care.
Like the last guy to ask me if I smoke
and I said no, not really,
he said fuck it, more for me.
(both chuckles)
I ain't seen that fool since.
- Yeah, that's too bad for him.
That man didn't know how to be a gentleman.
- I know, right?
But listen, go ahead. Spark up.
That's okay with me.
- I only smoke cigars, now.
- Ah, cigars, okay.
Well listen, thank you so so much
for getting us out of that club safely.
Like, I was scared as hell.
- No problem, you know, due to my man fuckery,
I had to make sure y'all got up out of there safely.
- Mm.
- You know, shit could've got ugly real quick.
- Yeah.
- J could be a real dangerous dude.
But in his defense, those guys started it.
- Yeah. I'd give you that, you're right about that.
But are you okay?
- I'm good, I'm used to this shit.
- Oh.
So enough about all of that, tell me about you.
- Absolutely not. Ladies first.
What's your story?
- Let me see. I lost my job, my car broke down on me today,
I want to go back to school, but I have no income,
so I don't know what to do.
- Yeah, that can be stressful.
- Tell me about it.
I feel like my life is on a downhill spiral with no breaks.
Like, a fatal crash is about to happen.
What do I do?
- Get another job.
- Get another job, that's jokes.
- You sound like you need a Superman.
- Huh, where you at? Where you at?
Can you fly on in, hurry up and come save me?
Where you at?
- What if he's already here?
- Oh, what did he want?
- I got my super powers.
- Listen, okay okay okay.
You got a lot going on here,
doing pretty good for yourself.
What's your story?
- I have my own problems as well.
I just make it look good.
- Yeah? Well I'm here, listening ear, want to talk?
- The way I see it, we're both looking for the same thing.
So what you trying to do?
- No, I'm so not in a position to be in a relationship
with anybody, I can't really take care of myself,
let alone take care of somebody else.
I feel like the only way I'm going to get out this hole
is if I get back into school, you know,
and if a Superman wants to fly in
and pay for my tuition and my school
and put a roof over my head, so be it.
I'll be his superwoman, no questions asked.
- Be careful what you ask for, my super power's dope.
- About that, can you take me home please?
To my soon-to-be-ex-apartment,
if you don't mind? - I'll tell you what.
I'll take you home.
In a few days, pack your stuff up and you can move
in with me, as friends.
I have more than enough room,
and don't worry about paying rent.
You ain't got no money!
- There you go with the jokes again.
- I'm just saying, I'm not trying to be funny tonight.
- Not funny.
- But I'll help you get back into school
and we can get your car fixed as well.
- Are you serious? You cannot be serious.
You just met me tonight,
you're willing to do all of that for me?
- Life is about taking a chance.
I ain't afraid to take a chance.
Besides, I think we'll get along just fine.
I'll tell you what.
Give yourself a little time to think about it
and get back at me in a few days.
- All right, deal, deal.
Wait a minute, aren't you worried about your friend
what happened to him at the club tonight?
- That's one dude I am not worried about.
He'll be fine, trust me.
- Mm.
- You ready?
(Erica chuckles)
- Not really but yeah, I guess we could go.
- Let's go
♪ Didn't have a sense of direction. ♪
♪ You and this music's my greatest blessing, ♪
♪ You are. ♪
♪ And I know 'cause I'm in love with you. ♪
♪ Tell the world I'm in love with you. ♪
♪ I'll send every flower to your job, ♪
♪ Love on you every hour and it won't stop. ♪
♪ Hope you know that I'm in love with you. ♪
♪ Tell the world that I'm in love with you, yeah. ♪
♪ Girl, I love your daughter like she was damn mine. ♪
♪ And we both struggle but we hustle- ♪
(Woman speaking Spanish)
- So that means you're going to come to my home?
I mean, because I could've swore
that's what I heard you say.
I'm, shit.
♪ And this music's my greatest blessing, you are. ♪
♪ And I know 'cause I'm in love with you. ♪
♪ Tell the world that I'm in love with you. ♪
♪ I'll send every flower to your job. ♪
♪ Love on you ever hour- ♪
- So what's good?
We're doing (indistinct) or what?
- Huh?
- Huh? The fuck you mean huh?
Huh? Speak!
What. What'd you think, what?
Huh, what?
- I, fuck, shit.
- Fuck shit nothing!
(slow guitar music)
(cellphone vibrating)
- Yeah.
Mm-hmm, I just got off the phone with him.
So go ahead and meet him over there.
Listen man, don't mess this up, man.
You already know what you're in for, man.
All right.
(James sighs)
(cellphone vibrating)
Damn!
Yeah.
I'm at the crib, what up? About to pull up?
Huh? You know I got liquor.
But my question is,
you got a whole bar, in your basement, with a dance floor.
Fuck you want to come drink at my little shit for?
Need somebody to talk to? The fuck?
Yo, listen my nigga, if this is our real suspect,
you know where I'm at, pull up.
All right.
Yo, come in!
(door thuds)
- Hi! Cutie pie!
Come here! Hi!
What's going on?
- What up, man. What you trying to talk to me about?
Somethings in life you shouldn't do,
especially when you know it's wrong.
But as you can clearly see, I don't give a fuck.
Even my dog was on the same page.
- I mean damn, I just wanted to hang out.
Get a drink or two, maybe?
Is something wrong with that?
- Yo, knock it off the man.
- Aw.
- Hey, let me tell you like this, man.
You're playing a dangerous game, yo.
Yo, that's my word, you definitely flirting
with the wrong nigga right now, man.
But I'm gonna make you a drink though.
- Oh yeah?
Well, tell me who's the right one
I should be flirting with right now.
- What the fuck kind of question is that?
Don't you got a man named Darnell?
That's who the fuck you're supposed to flirting with, man.
- Darnell's not here right now. You are.
- Yo, you deadass, huh?
Well you know what for real, man.
This kind of shit should have been from the jump go.
- That is true, but boy, bye.
You was out here shooting people!
But I must admit you was the first one I had my eyes on.
But you know your boy Darnell
came through when I needed him the most.
- You don't listen, man.
Fuck all the none sense, though.
Take this drink.
- Thank you.
- Let me throw it to you like this.
We've been around each other mad long, man.
I see how you been staring at me, yo.
You might as well go and let me do something to that.
Ain't nobody got to know nothing.
I won't tell if you won't.
You definitely don't like to tell, so what's popping?
You know what this is.
- You're right, I'm not the telling type.
So what's you trying to do me?
(James chuckles)
- How bad you trying to find out?
- Hmm. I got a couple of hours.
- You got a couple of hours?
- Mm-hmm.
♪ Caught up in the light I'm falling. ♪
♪ Drifting to the night I'm all in. ♪
♪ Drifting in your tide wave falling. ♪
(romantic music)
- Yo, where this damn girl at?
I'm about drunk as hell right now.
- Oh no.
Her phone's still going straight to voicemail.
She had been coming in late lately.
I don't even understanding this shit though.
- I don't know what's wrong with my girl.
But she's been acting real funny lately.
- Well, at least I'm not the only one seeing that shit.
I don't want to think of the worst of this situation.
But I don't know right now.
- I don't think she cheating, D.
I mean, she know if it wasn't for you,
she wouldn't be in the position she's in now.
- Well that's true.
- She pretty much owe you her whole damn life.
(Darnell laughs)
So let's not get ahead of ourselves.
- All right.
(Darnell laughs)
Ah, shit. What's up, babe?
We sitting here worried about you.
I called your office, you're not there.
Just called the cell phone,
that shit's going straight to voicemail. What's up?
- Don't start. Not right now, babe.
I had a long fucking day, I'm tired.
I want to get out of these clothes, take a shower,
get a drink and go to bed.
- Are you okay?
- I'm tired.
Hey, can you give me a drink real quick
so I can get out of these clothes?
- How about you make your own damn drink
and come over here and tell me where the hell you've been?
- Babe, I had a meeting in downtown
that lasted a couple of hours
and then I had a couple of drinks with some coworkers.
I didn't even know my phone was dead
until like a few minutes ago.
- Something just don't sound right about that, Erica.
You didn't think to call home and say,
hey, I may be a couple hours late.
I don't want you to worry.
What the fuck?
You know what?
I'm going to the store, fuck this!
You need something, Rachel?
- No, I'm good.
I'm about to get ready to go in a minute anyways.
- Why you gotta be rude about it?
- Whatever, man.
- I got to go with D on this one.
Now, you're my friend and everything,
but that story sounded real suspect.
- I don't give a fuck what you think.
Why are you here with my man anyways?
- You're joking, right?
Bitch, you're trying to play me?
Erica, if it wasn't for me, you would've never met Darnell.
Don't try to flip this shit
just because your ass ain't up to no good.
- You don't know what the hell I'm doing.
The question is, what the hell are you doing alone here
with my man when I'm not here?
- Let me explain something to you.
I don't know where this is coming from.
But to better fix it.
Now what I do know is Darnell brought your broke ass in
and gave you life, put you through school,
and helped you get on your feet.
Now that you're little up top,
you're acting real fucking funny.
You better check your shit before someone else do.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what's wrong?
- Your bitch is what's wrong.
As usual. Excuse me.
- You forgot your coat.
- I'll get it later.
- Shit.
(ominous music)
- Yo, what the hell is going on with you?
- Listen, I'm going to tell you like I told her.
Why is she here alone with my man when I'm not here?
- Have you lost your fucking mind?
Rachel was my friend way before you came along
and she'll be here after you gone.
We've been together all of this time
and you got a problem with this now?
- Yes I do. No women should allow another woman
in her house when she's not here with her man.
- Erica, something's ain't right with you right now!
You come up in this motherfucker mad late
with an attitude like you got something to hide!
Don't make me check your face!
- You know what?
I don't have time for this and I have to take this from you.
I'm leaving Darnell!
- Leaving? Where the hell are you going?
You live here, remember?
- Not tonight, I don't.
(somber music)
(Darnell grunting)
♪ Desert, big sky. ♪
♪ Ahead on your shoulder telling me white lies. ♪
♪ This is my paradise. ♪
♪ Killer inside, I am a wild one ♪
♪ and always on your mind. ♪
♪ Honey all the time, now we drive on through the night. ♪
♪ We're on fire, gonna let it burn. ♪
♪ So dance with danger, ♪
♪ smoke your love till it's vapor. ♪
♪ Hide on forever until the sky breaks, ♪
(ominous music)
- Wait a minute.
Wait a motherfucking minute.
I know this damn girl is not at Jame's house.
♪ Forever yours, said a lie. ♪
♪ Your name illuminate in my mind. ♪
♪ So you turn me on, come pick me up. ♪
♪ We'll ride on into dark. ♪
- What's good, man? What you doing back here?
- Round two?
(James sighs)
- Oh, hell no.
I'm about to call this bitch.
- Oh, shit.
(Erica chuckles)
- What's good, man? What's up, homie?
- Nothing, nothing much.
(cellphone vibrating)
Hold on, one second.
- You know who that is.
- Hello?
- Erica.
I know you're mad about, whatever.
But my battery died, can you come get me a jump?
- No, no, I can't right now. Maybe later.
As a matter of fact, why don't you ask my man for help?
Y'all are friends, ain't y'all?
Bitch.
- This bitch is tripping.
- Damn, you're gonna shit on your home girl, man?
I don't even know.
Let me ask you something.
What's going on with you and D?
I mean, this man did a lot of shit for you
and you're trying to poke around, messing around
with a nigga like me?
- First of all, it takes two to Tango,
and I'm not the only one risking something here.
Y'all be friends for how long?
Besides, you've been wanting this anyways.
I won't tell if you don't.
- You know what?
I'm getting long, man.
- Ain't even gotta tell me twice.
♪ Take it from me, take it from me. ♪
♪ It's gonna be, it's gonna be, yeah. ♪
♪ Beg you to stay, tell you to leave. ♪
♪ It's gonna be, it's gonna be, yeah. ♪
♪ I do what I want, I see what I want ♪
♪ and I get it, you're what I want. ♪
♪ Promise that you're gonna get it. ♪
♪ Independent, I need somebody this way. ♪
♪ I ain't like other women. ♪
♪ I'm gonna push it to the limit. ♪
♪ I'm addicted to win it. ♪
♪ I ain't scared to hurt your feelings. ♪
♪ I ain't scared of what I'm feeling. ♪
♪ You want to travel, and I'm gonna be tripping. ♪
♪ Are you planning on going, this is. ♪
♪ Baby when are you going to come to your senses? ♪
♪ You ain't the only one with my attention. ♪
♪ You ain't the only one. ♪
♪ Baby we doing damage, think about your baby. ♪
♪ Baby, let's take advantage. ♪
- How about you make your own damn drink,
and come over here and tell me what the hell you've been?
♪ Taking it for granted, yeah. ♪
♪ You knew what it was straight from Jump street, babe. ♪
- Something just don't sound right about that, Erica.
♪ I do wanna come when you're lonely. ♪
♪ I do wanna come when you're hungry. ♪
- You come up in this motherfucker mad late,
with an attitude like you got something to hide!
You live here, remember?
- Not tonight, I don't.
♪ It's gonna be, it's gonna be, yeah. ♪
♪ Don't you switch up on me ♪
- Hello?
Yeah, I just finished up my run.
Yeah, come through. All right.
♪ Call me. ♪
♪ Don't you switch up on me. ♪
♪ On me, on me, on me. ♪
- Hey.
- What's up? How are you?
- How are you?
- I'm all right.
Let's move over here before one of these bites me.
And it will definitely be duck tonight.
(Rachel laughs)
- Now you do know the duck pond is the projects
for the ducks, right?
(Darnell chuckles)
- Absolutely.
- They be beefing just like niggas.
(both laughs)
So what's up with you and Erica?
She wasn't herself the other day
and I'm really concerned about her.
- You know, I don't know what's going on.
That was different.
And I can honestly say
that she been acting real distant lately.
That's not the first time that happened.
- So what's up with James?
You know, I really don't like him and I don't trust him,
as far as I could see him.
And the bitch blind over here.
- Wait, you got something you want to say to me?
- I just told you. I don't trust him.
And you really need to watch him.
Especially after what he did that night at the bar.
I haven't forgotten.
He didn't give a damn about our safety or our wellbeing.
- Why do I feel it's more than this?
You got some say, spit it out.
J's been my boy since we was 10 years old.
That's not just hood love.
He's not some person I just show love to on the street.
I'm with this nigga damn near every day.
- Well it's the everyday I'm worried about.
Look, all I'm saying is watch your boy.
Because you know, like I know, he ain't shit.
Anyways, how's work?
- Slow. I'm stressing,
the flow ain't the same, losing money,
my girl acting up, it's to the point I'm playing
a lottery damn near every day, praying.
I'm broke, Rachel.
I don't know what to do.
I can't ask Erica anything, because every time I do,
shit turn into an argument.
Like I'm not the person to put her in a position
where she is right now.
- Look, D. You know I care for you.
And I don't know what's wrong with Erica,
but I'm here for you.
If you need a couple of dollars, hey, I got you.
No questions asked.
- Yo. You always been true.
I can't involve you in my mess? I'll figure it out.
- I've been involved in your mess ever since we met.
And it's been like that ever since.
So let go that corny ass pride you got and let me help you.
That's what friends are for.
(Darnell sighs)
- Let me think about it.
But I got to get up out of here.
Was supposed to be meeting J about a half an hour
at the park.
But what we can do, we'll get up later,
we'll catch a movie or something.
(Rachel chuckles)
- Now, you know your girl ain't going to dig for that.
- Shit, that's if I still got a girl.
- I'll talk to her, because you don't deserve that.
- You sure there ain't something that you want to tell me?
- I'm sure. Now go on and meet that dude I don't like.
Hit me up when you're done.
- Absolutely.
♪ Don't you switch up on me. ♪
♪ On me, on me, on me. ♪
(upbeat music)
- You still got that shit?
(James chuckles)
- See how dirty ass that is, I ain't wash that shit
for like five years, man.
- Yeah, I see.
- As a matter of fact, shit, I ain't doing that shit
since the night at the club, man.
What's popping, man? You all right?
- I'm good, man.
Just going through it.
- Oh shit, here we go.
- Shorty been out here mad funny lately.
Crazy distant.
I mean, to the point I'm comfortable enough
to say I think she's cheating.
- And yet, I still don't have no sympathy for you, D.
I told you about this shit, man.
Why you think I treat these hoes the way I do, man?
- I ain't looking for nothing.
I'm just saying, all this shit that I did for this woman,
I bent over backwards to make sure
she's where she's at today.
And I feel like if a nigga gets no appreciation,
no cap, my motherfucking feeling's hurt.
- Shit.
- What-
- Fuck!
- What the fuck are you looking for?
- I'm looking for some fucks to give, nigga.
But I just can't find them.
I told you, I warned you about this shit, man.
You still going through this shit, man.
The fuck, D?
- Come on. I'm saying what I feel.
I don't even know if this shit is really true,
but I guarantee you I'll get to the bottom of this shit.
- Listen, I wouldn't be surprised
if the bitch ever tried me the yang yang, nigga.
You know what I mean?
It's always somebody out there
better than a motherfucker you're with, D.
And if that nigga come at your bitch,
then she's good as God, homie.
That's what you call fucking,
that's what you call creeping, that's what you call
friends with benefits.
- All right, I get your motherfucking point.
I'm just saying, as long as it's not you.
- Oh, come on man.
- Come on, man, because that shit would be fucked up
on so many levels.
(James sighs)
- Listen, man.
You're my man. If your girl threw me the pussy,
I'm going to take it, my nigga.
And then I'm gonna let you know just
to prove your bitch ain't shit.
And then, like a real man, you can dump the bitch
and move the fuck on.
- Don't do that.
Because that shit's still wrong.
I expect that shit from these other niggas out here,
but not you.
Nigga, we ain't street friends.
We actually rock together. We break bread together, nigga.
We bust that motherfuckers together.
So let me find out she ain't shit my own way, not yours.
- What the fuck ever, my nigga.
- Good, because I wouldn't do that shit to you.
- Listen, man.
Just know bitches ain't shit, and you'll be fine.
(James chuckles)
- Anyways.
I gotta to finish this shit up and go play my numbers, man.
I'm fucking a jackpot a $150 million.
- God damn, the fuck are you going to do if you win, man?
- Hey, I'm bouncing.
(James chuckles)
I'm selling the business.
I already got a motherfucker
that's interested in it already.
- Word?
- And I'm gone.
- That's what's up, man.
- Don't worry.
I'll break you up for a little something something.
(Darnell chuckles)
- Very funny.
I'm about to go play that shit too, motherfucker.
I'm gonna break your ass a something something.
As a matter of fact, I'm about to go now
before they run out of tickets, nigga.
You know how the motherfucking stores do, man.
- Let me finish this set and I'll meet you over there.
- All right, man, I'm out. I'll meet you at the store, man.
- All right.
- I grab you a cup of coffee or something, nigga.
(both laughing)
- You're fucking Gatorade the way this shit's going.
(slow rock music)
- Girl, we need to talk.
- Hey.
- Listen, I don't know what we went wrong at,
but do was out of place.
Now you've been my girl for years
and for you to come at me like that was real fucked up.
And why the hell was you going to James' house
in the middle of the damn night?
- Listen, I was just releasing some steam
and it's not what you think.
And at the same goddamn time, I'm a grown ass woman, Rachel.
What the hell was you doing? Spying on me?
- Girl, please.
You heard your ass past me.
I thought something was wrong, so I followed you.
- So wait, nothing is wrong with your car?
- Bitch, I have a 2020.
I wish something might be wrong with my vehicle.
But the point of it is, I needed your help.
I called you up and you played the shit out of me.
- All right, all right girl, listen.
I am sorry, all right?
I was just confused about last night.
Can I tell you something?
- I'm listening.
- I love Darnell.
But I can't do this anymore.
He's not the man for me
and I know he has helped me out a lot.
- No Erica, he has done everything for you.
He pretty much gave up his whole damn life
and this is how you want to treat him?
- See, this is why I keep shit to myself.
- Because you was wrong, and you was wrong the other night.
- Regardless if I'm wrong or not,
you know me for years and you know how I am.
I don't want Darnell.
He's not my type.
I want to be on my own and do me.
Is that okay with you?
And besides, another man's got my heart.
And before you say anything, I know Darnell is your friend,
but I don't want him anymore.
Another man's got my attention now.
- You know what? Karma is a bitch.
And Karma is going to bite you in the ass.
And I want to be around when it happens.
But until then, you take care.
Now get the fuck out of my yard, trick bitch.
(Erica scoffs)
- Whatever, I got my own shit to be in anyway.
- Fucking tramp.
♪ You don't wanna be alone moving on and going home. ♪
♪ Left me standing in the rain, ♪
♪ I am home with all your pain. ♪
♪ I can hear your whisper now, ♪
♪ it is fall but don' know how. ♪
♪ Left me standing in the rain, ♪
♪ makes me feel like I go insane. ♪
♪ I try, your touch going in. ♪
♪ I try, for you I'll be sin. ♪
♪ I try, I cannot believe, ♪
♪ I cry, within the scene. ♪
♪ I try. ♪
(door knocking)
- Hold on.
(bag thuds)
(door knocking)
I said hold on, man.
- Why do you have to get so long to answer the damn door?
(Erica chuckles)
And since when did we start doing this, dirty cheap hotels?
Anyway, give me some love, what's up?
- No, we gotta talk, man.
- What's wrong with you?
You're usually touchy, you're feely.
You're acting different, what's wrong?
- Listen, we can't do this no more, yo.
- Do what?
- This. I mean, on some real shit, this shit is like,
killing me, eating me up inside we be doing this
to my boy, man.
This nigga really love you.
- Eating you up, huh? Eating you up?
You had no problems when you was eating that pussy.
It wasn't bothering you when you were doing fat.
(James scoffs)
Boy, you better not leave me.
- Leave you? Bitch, we was never together.
We was just fucking.
And like I said before, man, I knew you wasn't shit
when we first met.
- You know what-
- What the fuck are you talking about?
(Erica grunts)
- Fuck you, yo. Fuck you!
I can't believe you're doing this to me.
- Fuck out of here, man.
Listen, I need you to get up out of my room, man.
You know what I mean? I know I'm wrong.
I know I'm wrong.
But for a nigga to do what he did for you
and you treat him like this?
(Erica sniffles)
Man your ass deserve to be dolled out, man.
Real talk, yo. Get the fuck up out of here, man.
- Please, please, please I'm begging you.
It's you that I want. Don't leave me, please.
- Look, man. Listen, what's wrong with you, yo?
Get out my room. Get out before I put you out, Erica.
- Fine. You want to treat me like that?
I'll leave.
- Ain't this the same shit you did to Darnell?
They call this Karma, yo.
You need to learn from it, man.
Get the fuck out of here, yo.
- Yo, fuck you, James.
(door slams)
(James scoffs)
- This bitch crazy, man.
The fuck am I gonna tell this nigga, man?
(door squeaks)
(car engine revs)
- [Operator] Hello, 911.
- [Erica] Yes, I would like to report
a club shooting a while ago.
Yes, I know who did it.
(dubstep music)
(Rachel and Darnell cheering)
- Yo!
Hey, you look a mess, you okay?
- No I'm not okay, look at my nails.
I went to get it done, and the girl broke my nail
and now they're closed-
- All right, all right, all right,
relax, relax, relax, relax.
- I'm sorry.
- Relax.
(Erica sighs)
- I'm so sorry. But anyway, listen.
I just wanna say, I'm sorry. For everything.
- Yo, don't worry about it.
Listen, I got some good news.
- Yeah?
- I sold the business-
- You did what?
You sold the company?
- Yeah.
- What the fuck?
We have no income?
You know what,
I know you don't think you can live off of me.
I knew I should've left your ass when I started to.
Now how are we supposed to live?
- See, that's the problem
when bitches don't let niggas talking.
- Bitch, shut the fuck up.
Why is you here with my man anyway when I'm not around?
- Your man? So tell me.
Is Darnell your man or is James your man?
Because I'm real fucking confused.
Did you really go to James' house to release some stress?
Or to release a nut?
Or maybe it's the other nigga you said
that got all your attention.
- What the fuck is she talking about, Erica?
- Well, since it's out in the open,
Yes. I've been fucking your best friend, James.
And that's why I haven't fucking you for over a year.
- Damn, a year?
(Erica scuffs)
I don't even want you.
- Yo, what the fuck have I been done to you?
So you can't even answer that question?
Because I ain't never do shit!
- I just don't want you as my man anymore!
- And how the fuck you're not telling me this shit?
You're supposed to be my friend!
- I didn't know how to tell you!
I didn't want to choose between who I thought was my friend.
- Fuck all of that.
You have no job, no company, how long do you think
that money's gonna last?
You know what?
That's why I like of aggressive men like James.
You're a fucking cornball.
- Oh my god.
- Okay, you know why I sold my company, Erica?
- No Darnell, enlighten me, why?
- Besides the offer that I couldn't refuse,
I fucked around and hit the lottery for $150 million out.
That's what the fuck I was trying to tell you
before I was rudely interrupted.
I also was about to tell you to go pack
so we can start over.
But I guess I don't have to do that shit now, right?
- Boo.
- Now that's some Karma for your ass.
Bitch, you should've stayed loyal.
- And you can have James!
You motherfuckers are good for each other,
and you need to go get that cough checked out.
(Erica coughs)
Because you probably got that shit from him.
All of the fucking bottom feeders he's been hitting? Yeah.
So, what I want you to do
is get the fuck up out of here
before you spread that shit around here.
- I am so sorry. Listen, I was just lost and confused.
I didn't know you still love me anymore.
Can we please do what you said and start over?
- You sure as hell is sorry.
And hell no y'all ain't starting over.
- Darnell, no, please. Please don't do this. Please.
- Rachel, I should have done this a long time ago.
You've always been the one for me.
I never made the move. So what's up?
You got with your man or what?
- Darnell, what you talking about?
- Yes Darnell, what are we talking about?
- What I'm talking about is, come with me.
It should've been me and you from the jump.
- Come with you? $150 million?
Fuck yeah! It's about time you manned up.
- No! You're not about to be with my man, bitch.
Get off me! Get off of me, bitch!
(Erica yelling)
All right, all right.
- Just leave!
- All right. I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone.
Y'all are not going to play me like this!
- Yeah, (indistinct), worship me, right?
- All I need is a fucking statement.
So what I'm saying basically is,
y'all better give me half of that ticket.
You know what? Fuck him if you want to,
I always get what I want!
- You don't get shit up out of here today!
- That bitch is crazy.
- Listen, I'm not wasting no more time in this city.
I need you to go home, pack your stuff,
take whatever you want,
but I gotta holler at James before I go.
- Let's just go. Leave him where he's at.
If she tell, we're all going down.
Because she was there too.
- I know, shit.
She can actually play the victim
and act like you threatened her when I say shit.
I'm gonna tell you what, she'll be all right.
Trust me, just go back.
- Okay, I'm gonna get the hell up out of here.
- That's right.
(ominous music)
Yo, yo I need to talk to you, man.
No, I need to holler at you now, bro.
All right, cool.
- I called you man, a long ago, man.
What's happening?
I need to put, I got three trucks, man.
I need to put them in your motherfucking garage.
Come on, shorty, stop playing.
I'm gonna holler back at you in a minute.
All right.
What's good, man? What's so important
you had me rush over here, man? What's popping?
- When the fuck was you going to tell me?
- Tell you what?
- You said, if you ever gave you the pussy,
you was gonna tell me.
- Man, I've been meaning to tell you-
Nigga, did you just put your-
- Huh?
Because I thought a nigga that just got punched
in the face said something.
Don't play with me, I'll kill you
with your motherfucking gun.
- Nigga, you beef with me for some pussy, nigga?
- Pussy? This ain't about pussy?
It's about loyalty!
It's too bad it took two pussies to expose that shit.
(gun cocking)
- Nigga, I don't give a fuck about none of that shit.
I already told you how I got down, nigga.
I told you I don't give a fuck about
none of these hoes out here, or a man.
Now what, nigga?
- So you don't give a fuck about me?
- When it comes to pussy, D,
I said what the fuck I said, what's popping?
Besides, man. Come on, man.
I thought you changed your life anyways.
Get the shit out my face, the fuck is wrong with you, man?
I don't know pussy, D.
- You know what.
- That bitch ain't worth shit, man I told you that shit
when we was in the club.
- This belong to you.
- The fuck is this about, man?
- I'm about to put this motherfucking shit in the rear view.
Our friendship?
I'll start a new chapter, too bad you won't be in it.
And speaking of loyalty, that grimy ass bitch
threatening to go to the police about the club shooting.
Yeah. Tie up your loose ends, nigga.
- We can't have that now, D.
- And if I was you, I'd get rid
of that motherfucking gun, too.
Handle your motherfucking business.
And get the fuck up out of my house.
- All this over some pussy, D?
This how we're going down, nigga?
- No, nigga, it's about loyalty!
- You know what, I'm going to handle that shit, man.
I had no hard feelings with you about this bitch, nigga.
I'm about to put her in the fucking ground, man.
- Do what you go to, now get the fuck out.
- It's only pussy, D.
Come on, man.
You got that though, let me take care of that.
No hard feelings, D!
She's gone!
- Bitch, I'm about to get that nigga with no loaded gun.
(ice clanking)
- [Reporter] On to the brighter side of today's news,
(indistinct) very own Jackpot lottery winner, $150 million.
I'm standing here with my personal friend, Darnell Greene,
And let me tell you, I'm so excited.
I feel like I won the lottery myself.
How do you feel and what do you plan on doing first?
- Excited. Oh, wow.
Being that I come from a tough background,
tough neighborhood, tough upbringing-
- Trying to fucking play me, nigga?
- It allows me to help someone else.
(ominous music)
So I have a couple of non-profit organizations-
- Trying to make it seem like it's over, bitch?
Had me do your dirty work so you can live in La La Land?
- And up to the cigar lounge for a bottle of scotch?
And a nice cigar.
- Okay, sounds fun. Back to you.
(ominous music)
(heart beating)
- I'm coming to your doorsteps, nigga.
I'm about to re-introduce myself to you.
You owe me, D!
Fuck!
- Get on the ground! Get on the ground right now!
(policemen yelling)
- What the fuck, man, it's too hot-
- Killer James, finally got your ass.
Bring your ass outside.
- Got me for what, man? What the fuck?
- Murder, playboy.
Bring your ass out, close that door we'll be
coming in this motherfucker, you're under arrest.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.
- What the fuck, man? Get off me man, what the fuck, man?
- Remember that club's shooting?
- I don't know what the fuck you're talking about-
- We got an eye witness that points you out as the shooter.
- An eye witness, huh?
Let's see how that works out.
- Yeah, you're gonna be.
(radio static)
- [Operator] Hello, 911.
- [Erica] Yes, I would like to report a club shooting
that happened a while ago.
Yes, I know who did it.
(bass music)