Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth Page #9

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And Mitch goes, "Foom,

foom, foom, foom, whoa. "

I knew Mitch for years.

The most rational thing

I ever saw Mitch do...

he stopped,

he got off the bike,

and he put the kickstand down real easy.

That's the only

transportation he had.

So he was very careful.

He comes to the matre d'

and Mitch goes...

( groans )

And the girl go...

( groans )

See, Mitch

is a Neanderthal

and I am half-Neanderthal,

so I knew what he said.

The girl didn't

understand him.

What he said was,

"Is that Mike Tyson over there?"

The girl stepped back

and she pointed to me and said,

"Hey, Champ.

Mr. Green wants to see you. "

And once she said that,

he said,

"You see,

you motherfucking f*ggot,

homo-b*tch-ass nigga.

F*** you, f*ggot.

Why you snuff me and run?

Why you snuff me, nigga? You

b*tch-ass nigga. You snuffed me.

Motherfucking Tyson,

homo nigga.

I tell you,

you ain't f***ed with me.

You ain't beat me,

I ain't have no food.

F***ing you and that

b*tch-ass Don King.

You're sucking

his dick, nigga.

How am I gonna fight

with no food?

How am I gonna fight with

no motherfucking food, nigga?

I ain't got no per diem, nigga.

I'll f*** you, nigga. "

So I'm eating this steak...

I'm not a vegan...

I'm eating a steak.

I'm saying to myself...

I'm saying,

"I'm about to gut Mitch

like a fish right now. "

I had Sister Egypt,

she said, "No! No!

Be cool.

Don't play yourself, brother.

That's that white man's trap to get

you in that white man's prison, brother.

You worth too much there,

brother.

I'll fight him. You're worth

too much there, brother.

That's that white man's

plantation nigga, right there. "

So my life is unraveling. That's

the right word, right? Unraveling.

Mitch Green

and the street fight happens,

then Robin filed for divorce

later that year.

Yeah, yeah.

And then I make a deal

with the devil...

I sign my life away

to Don King.

( mimics Don King ) "Nyuk,

nyuk, nyuk. Only in America. "

F*** you, nigga,

f*** you.

All right, there's nothing

American about you.

You pull his pants down, you'll see a

stamp on his ass says, "Made in China. "

So my divorce is finalized

on Valentine's Day.

More like St. Valentine's Day

Massacre, right?

Then there were all these

emotional issues,

my p*ssy supply's cut off,

and Don has me set to fight

Frank Bruno two weeks

after that.

In spite of it all, all the

turmoil and adversity in my life,

I still maintained

my Heavyweight Championship

with a knockout.

A few weeks later,

I go to Atlantic City,

I fight Carl "The Truth"

Williams, find out he's a lie.

I knock him out

in 93 seconds.

Then I fly to Japan

to fight

James "Buster" Douglas.

Check this one out.

Commentator:
...by Buster

Douglas! Look at this!

He's knocked

Mike Tyson down!

For the first time

in his career

Mike Tyson

hits the canvas!

He's in big trouble!

He may not be able

to recover!

It's up to seven and eight!

He's not gonna make it!

Unbelievable!

Bad day at the office.

You know, I didn't think

I was gonna lose,

but I didn't know

how I thought I could've won.

I wasn't

training properly.

I was beating everybody

even though I wasn't training.

I was supposed to be

practicing...

and this is another word

I learned, too...

abstinence.

You know, I couldn't even

say abstinence,

how was I gonna

practice it, right?

That's some folklore tale

that you're not supposed to be

with any girl before a fight.

Nobody believes in that stuff. Cus didn't

believe in that and I didn't either.

Cus would go, "That's

just a form of control.

If they can get you to stop having sex,

they can get you to stop breathing. "

And of course I didn't

wanna stop breathing, right?

But to be honest,

I actually knocked Buster

Douglas out in the eighth round.

It was a 13-second count.

You see for yourself.

Check it out.

Oh, one, two, three...

see the guy

in the white gloves?

Four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine,

10, 11,

12, 13.

Un-f***ing-lucky number.

I had that coming to me

because I was a spoiled

little schmuck.

I just left Japan,

it was an all-time low.

I took a vicious...

my first professional defeat...

and a bad one at that.

And then a week later,

my sister Denise,

she just suddenly dies.

And I remember talking to her

the night before

and she was telling me

I need to see a doctor

because my eye

was really damaged

and Buster gave me

a really bad beating.

And then the next morning,

she was just gone.

My sister Denise...

but known to everyone in the

neighborhood as "Niecey"...

took on a maternal role in

my life after my mother died.

She was the only person not

afraid to put me in deep check.

She was loved by everybody

in the neighborhood.

She just had that fun,

gregarious personality

that everybody just wanted

to have around them.

Niecey was buried with

the honors of a dignitary.

I couldn't believe hundreds of

people... thousands of people...

they just kept coming and

they just came to the funeral.

I was overwhelmed.

And I made sure she was buried

close to my mother.

You know, I may not

always been a good son

or brother

for that matter,

but I made sure Denise

was buried with dignity.

It was the very least

I could do.

( music playing )

# She's faced

the hardest times #

# You could imagine

# And many times

# Her eyes fought back

the tears #

# Lord, Lord

# And when her

youthful world #

# Was about to fall in

# Each time

her slender shoulders #

# Bore the weight

of all her fears #

# And a sorrow

no one hears #

# Still rings

in midnight silence #

# In her ears

# Let her cry

# For she's a lady

# Let her dream

# For she is a child

# Let the rain

fall down upon her... #

Mm-mm-mm.

Mm-mm-mm

mm mm mm-mm mm.

Mm-mm-mm. I should have

known it was gonna be trouble.

One ballroom

represented by 50 states

of beautiful black women.

And I was really bored.

So when I was invited as a

guest to the Indiana Black Expo,

I jumped

at the opportunity.

I had no idea this

one decision, once again,

changed the course

of my life.

Now, there was a lot of things I could

have gone to prison for at this time,

but this wasn't

one of them.

Although I understood

the seriousness of the case,

I really believed

that justice would prevail

and that the evidence

would exonerate me.

However, I was convicted

before the trial even started.

I really wanna go back

and read the transcripts

about my case and find out

what really happened.

'Cause I don't understand

how I was facing 63 years...

check this out... and only did

three years of a 10-year sentence

that Judge Patricia Gifford,

known as the "hanging judge"...

who I had

as a judge, of course...

dropped four years

off my sentence.

Now what black man you know

got convicted of rape

in the state of Indiana and

only got three years, okay?

It wasn't like I had

a hell of a lawyer.

I could've did better

with Joe Pesci

in "My F***ing Cousin Vinny,"

okay?

My brother Don King...

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