He Got Game Page #8

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So you gotta watch your back.

- Oh, so I should thank you then, huh?

- I don't give a f***.

I just want you to know

what the tick-tock is.

He knows.

Yeah.

You know, a lot of great ballplayers

came out of Coney lsland,

but most of them

didn't amount to sh*t.

- What about Stephan Marsbury?

He made it.

- Oh, true that, true that.

-Yeah, but he's one of the few.

- If he can make it out here, so can l.

-Yeah? You're gonna make it?

-Yeah, I'm gonna make it.

You're gonna make it out like the rest

of these n*ggers out here, in a casket.

First thing that's gonna take you out

is these drugs they got for you.

And you got the cocaine,

heroin, crack cocaine.

You got the uppers, the downers,

the chiva, crystal meth.

Acid.

We got the nicotine for you.

Huh? You don't want

none of that?

And don't forget about

the alcohol, baby.

Yeah, we got that malt liquor,

a.k.a. "liquid crack."

Get that motherf***er.

Just for you, black man.

You see that sh*t be advertised

up and down Park Avenue?

F***, no!

Why do you f*** with me,

you f***ing b*tches?

I keep telling y'all,

stop f***ing with me.

Oh, and they got the other

thing for you, man.

Yeah, I almost forgot.

They got that p*ssy.

- Give it to me, James.

- Take it.

I know you know how to

spell that, don't you?

- I do.

- How you spell it?

- P-U-S--

- H.I.V.

- Oh, baby, f*** me hard.

- Look at 'em come.

He think 'cause he got that ball skill,

he goin' up in the N.B.A., he immune.

How you gonna be immune to p*ssy?

P*ssy be talking to you, Jesus.

P*ssy be saying,

p*ssy be saying,

"Come on in, Jesus.

Just a little taste."

How you gonna be immune

to that sh*t?

- Feel so good.

- All that titty up in your face.

All that good ass.

How you gonna be immune to that thigh?

All those lips, all those hips?

All those honey dips?

Come on, man. Be real.

That sh*t will f***

a n*gger up quick.

Deadly combination.

You know what I'm saying?

And I didn't even mention

the bloodsucking leeches.

Oh, yeah.

The newfound family.

Pygmy buzzards be hovering over you

trying to get that loose change.

You know what I'm saying?

Huh?

They talking about "l love you."

"Oh, I love you."

- I love you.

- Oh, I love you, Jesus. Oh, I love you.

- You know I love you.

- I love you.

Te amo. Jess, te amo.

Aye, qu fiebre.

Come on, man.

I need some money.

- I love you so much.

- I need some money.

- Hook a brother up.

- Give me some money.

I need some cash.

I'm gonna get these Nikes.

- I can't have anything but the best.

- This Hilfiger sweater--

-Don't you want me looking good for you?

-I need some money.

- I love you.

- Hook a sister up. I need some money.

I need some Similac for my baby.

I need some Pampers for my baby.

I need some Dolce Gabbana for me.

I need some Chanel.

I need some Fendi.

Come on.

- Mira, papi. Big Time!

- What's up? How you doing?

Dnde estabas t anoche,

chico?

- Let's go, Sip.

- Here you go. Come get it.

Come on, slide through.

Slide through, slide through.

- Here you go. I got, I got you.

- Come on, come on.

- Pass, Sip.

- Yo, pick that up, G.

- Goddamn, man!

- Good block, baby.

- Ball out, man.

- What?

- What you mean, what?

You fouled the f*** out of me.

- That was our ball!

You fouled me. It's the only way

you're gonna block my shot anyway.

You fouled me, you fouled me.

Boo-hoo!

- Always crying.

- You the crybaby, you little

church-going motherf***er.

That's why I don't like

playing with your ass, son.

You swear you Jordan up in this piece.

You foul motherfuckers too.

- Man, shut your--

- F*** the call.

- Give me the damn ball!

- Here, you want the ball?

Go get it!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Yo, I made that sh*t.

- That's a million-dollar shot, baby.

- Goddamn!

- Jesus!

- Coach is back.

- I need to see you in my office now.

- So what's up, Coach?

- You know, I don't want

to keep busting your balls,

but you got any idea where you're

going to go with this thing?

I mean, kid,

an inkling, anything?

- Naw, I don't know yet.

- You're not holding out on me, are you?

No, Coach, you know I wouldn't do that

to you. I just don't know yet.

I'll know on Monday morning.

I still have to weigh my options.

Do me a favor.

Go lock the door.

Lock the door.

- Sit down.

- What's that?

Sit down, Jesus.

Sit down.

It's, uh-- it's a little

package to help you...

-maybe make your decision before Monday.

-I don't need that.

Buddy, you know what this is?

- What?

- That's $10,000.

Huh? Take it.

10,000 "braziuls."

Hey, hey, you know how much

Hilfiger this buys?

Come on.

It's yours. Don't be

afraid of it. Take it.

- I can't take that.

- What do you mean? You been taking it.

- I can't take it.

- You've been taking, kid.

You told me before that it was

just a loan, didn't you?

You're talking semantics here.

Jesus, the fact remains, you took

the do-re-mi, pal. Think back with me.

You remember that little problem

you had with Calculus?

You remember the grade

you couldn't get?

Coach bumped that up a bit for you.

You passed the course, didn't you?

- Yeah.

- Your "dusanikbats" uncle.

You had to get out of his house.

Within one week, a truck came and

moved you and your kid sister out.

I ever bring that up?

Never a word out of me.

Always there for you.

Am I lying? Come on, kid.

Come on, please, will you?

I'm not asking you to commit a homicide

here. I'm asking you to just give me...

a little bit of information.

I need something-- anything.

I ain't got nothing

to say, Coach.

When I was a kid, my mother used to

go, "Arthur, you're a capo tost."

- You know what a "capo tost" is?

- Naw.

It means you got a head

like concrete.

I think me and you, we suffer from

the same affliction. I swear to God.

Kid, on the court, you're the most

coachable kid I ever had.

I never had a boy

that could respond like you.

Off the court,

I can't tell you a damn thing.

This is your money.

Hey, this is yours.

- I don't need that money, Coach.

- Tell me something.

I got Calculus.

You forgot something.

Yeah.

Mm, right there.

Oh, yeah.

- Mr. Shuttlesworth, how are you?

- I'm fine. How are you?

- Dom Pagnotti. Pleasure to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Hello, Lala.

- Hello.

- D'Andre, what's up?

- How you doing?

- Why don't we go inside?

I'll show you my house.

- We'd love to.

- Wow. This a phat crib.

- Ain't it?

- What do you think?

- You have a really nice home.

Thank you. I just did it.

Built it from scratch.

- It's gorgeous.

- Thank you.

Why don't you and Lala make

yourself at home and let me

and Jesus discuss some business.

This right here

is a 355 Ferrari Spider, $130,000.

You're looking at

a 12-cylinder Mercedes, 600 SL--

$135,000.

Now, if you want the best,

Jesus, you come right this way.

A quarter-million-dollar

Lamborghini Diablo.

- Take a look inside, Jesus.

- You can get a house

with a quarter million dollars.

Not the house

I'm going to get you.

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