Fresh Page #4

I'm trying to feed her,

in case you haven't noticed.

No, you ain't holding her right.

She ain't hungry.

Hey, come on.

I'm gonna put her to bed.

You know,

I ain't never sold no rock,

and no kind of coke whatsoever.

I never even tried it.

Don't come near that sh*t,

not even from curiosity.

Close the door, okay?

It got loose on my last run.

I didn't want to give it

to no one but you.

Hey, my little money man.

Hey, you just lost Chillie

a hundred bucks on a bet, G...

'cause he don't know you

like I do.

Hey, you my solid little man.

Most n*ggers, they be givin'

their b*tches rocks, you know?

Watchin' them pop off.

Bang!

They got they self

a Action Jackson b*tch.

Jumpin' around like a rabbit.

Divin' for that dick...

Like it's gold

at the end of the rainbow,

you know what I mean?

Hey, not me, little homie.

No, no, no, no, not me.

No, I love me a straight b*tch.

Maybe she like to slide

into the land of "H"...

every once in a while,

a regular b*tch.

Maybe she fine, like a--

Aycarajo,

like your sister.

Hey, your sister, she fine.

And then she take her hit...

and, like,

her eyes they roll back...

and she get suddenly soft.

Oh, so soft and pure.

And I am holding

my very own virgin.

My Madonna.

Hey, I take that.

You know I take that.

Is your sister a freak?

Hey, come here.

Hey, sit down.

Now, I'm askin' you a question.

Is she a freak?

Man, you married.

Hey, I know you're just a kid,

Fresh, even though you're smart.

So I let you talk to me

like that just this one time.

But you tell me-- You better

tell me who she's runnin' with.

- Nobody.

- Don't f*** with me, little homie!

Serious, my aunt won't

let her out with nobody.

You know,

I find that hard to believe.

B*tch as fine as that.

She always has somebody.

Word, but my aunt won't

let her out with nobody.

I hope you're right, little homie.

I hope youre right.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

I gotta see Nichole.

Yeah?

Who the f*** are you?

Her brother.

I gotta see her.

I got a kid down here

say he Nichole's brother.

- Send him up.

- One flight up.

Use the stairway

at the back of the store.

There's only one door.

So, you Michael.

I guess you used up

all the ugly in the family.

Keep hearin' you the little man

runnin' the street.

You the little man

runnin' the street?

Sh*t, next thing I know

n*ggers in diapers...

packin' Tec-9's be tryin'

to take over my business.

I said put me down!

Put me down!

She's in there.

Esteban looking for you.

Good for Esteban.

Yo, why you stay with James?

You know why, Fresh.

Why?

'Cause his smack is the dope

and he got plenty of it.

You happy now?

Why you don't go

to Esteban, then?

I don't like the way

he looks at me.

I don't need no spic pimp

motherf***er lookin' at me

like I'm no f***ing queen.

I'm just a sorry-ass

n*gger ho'.

James here, he looks

at me like I'm nothing,

so I'm down with James.

You ain't

ain't nothin'.

Michael, f*** off,

all right?

Don't Aunt Francis

think you ain't nothin'.

She think you somethin'.

Aunt Francis

is a f***in' saint.

Aunt Francis loves

every damn dog in the street

the same as she loves me.

Ain't no sh*t to be loved

by no f***in' saint.

I love you.

I got him.

Come on now.

What's up, what's up?

Ain't got nothin', homes.

- Yo, what's up, n*gger?

- He ain't got nothin'.

Watch him, watch him.

Aw, sh*t, he finally

got one in there!

Curtis bad, homes.

He be bustin' out those moves!

Word, as long as I ain't

playin' that n*gger.

He ain't doin' sh*t.

Come on.

What's up, shorty?

Come on, come on.

- Damn!

- Yo, Red, man,

pick him up, man.

Man, you pick him up,

motherf***er!

Yo, Fresh, other court's open.

Let's shoot some hoops.

No, not right now, man.

You just don't want me

embarrassin' your ass...

in front of none

of them b*tches, huh?

Yo, don't be

callin' her that, n*gger.

What, now you

Mr. Tough Guy N*gger, huh?

Now you Mr. Tough Guy N*gger?

Hey, hey,

what's up, what's up?

Sh*t. Here, here,

take that motherf***er.

- Right here, right here.

- Foul ball.

Foul, motherf***er!

That's a flagrant f***in' foul!

Hey, man, you okay?

Man, f*** you, n*gger!

Little motherf***er gonna

take that sh*t up...

- I 'm gonna challenge

him every time.

- What? Challenge?

Yo, don't be jumpin'

on my boy like youre the

f***in' New York Knicks!

Just forget about it, man.

Your ball.

Yeah, yeah, n*gger,

you know you ain't sh*t.

Come on, man.

Give me the ball.

A shot, a shot!

My man! Point game,

motherfuckers, we up!

Take the shot.

Yo, Jake,

what's up, man?

Why you let that motherf***er

play with you like that?

What's up, man?

Oooh!

In your eye, whoa!

Damn, she comin' over, man.

- Yo, she be likin' you, man.

What you say to her?

- Shut up, man.

Man, she in love with you, man.

Yo, man, she wanna

get with you, man.

She like you, man.

Come on, man.

Let's go, man!

Come on, man.

Let's go!

Yeah, go ahead, run,

motherfuckers! Run!

Y'all punk, p*ssy-ass,

motherfuckers! That's right!

Go tell somebody

you saw somethin'!

I come back for all of you

monkey motherfuckers!

You p*ssy-ass punks!

That's right.

Punk ass.

Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

All right, I know it's hard, Michael.

But you gotta help us

with this one, all right?

Just try to work with us.

- We gotta find

the guy who did this.

- I didn't see nothin'.

You were the only witness

left on the scene.

You're the only lead we got here.

I just heard the shooting.

Then I saw they was down.

I didn't see nothin' else.

Nothin'.

Come on, Michael.

You go wait in your room.

I'll run you a hot bath.

Go wait in your room now.

Where you at? If your mind

is somewhere else...

then pick your ass up

and take it over there

and keep it company.

I'm not having my time

wasted by some half-ass,

fishcake opponent today.

Take the last move back.

In fact, take back

the last three.

You're hoardin'.

You're playin' each piece

like losin' it hurts.

This ain't checkers.

You want my king.

You got to come

get my king.

All these other pieces

are just a means to do it.

Every time you make a good

run at me, I just threaten

your queen and back you go.

You're treatin' her like

she's the last lady on earth.

Your queen is just a pawn

with a lot of fancy moves.

Nothing more.

When you see you're playin'

a man who feels naked

without his lady, use her.

J ump in there and take her,

tease her, threaten her...

and he won't be able to think

about his game anymore.

That's when you make

your real move.

That's good. That's better.

You like that horse, dont you?

You like his crazy jumps

all over the board.

Think he's your friend,

hate to lose him...

almost as much as you hate

to lose that lady.

Well, he is your friend, boy.

They all are.

But you're gonna have to use him,

just like you use the others.

If he falls by the wayside,

well, that's just life's

little game, ain't it?

And until you come ready

to play her game,

you'll never beat her at it.

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