The Players Club Page #3

How'd you get in here?

Your cousin Iet me in.

I toId you Tuesday

I wanted to go out tonight.

- Today is Thursday.

- I know what day it is.

Every Wednesday, Thursday,

Friday, Saturday-same thing.

You'd rather shake your ass

for some strangers...

than spend some time

with your man.

That's not true.

You know I'd rather be with you.

You don't act Iike it.

When you going to quit working

at that dumb-ass cIub?

Because I'm getting fed up

with this.

Was it a dumb-ass cIub

when I met you there?

Don't you think you want

to put some cIothes on?

For what? Lance?

He ain't nobody.

Come on. Let's go in my room.

So, what do we do...

when our mainstream media

quotes our tabIoid media?

What do we do?

Investigate the subject

for yourseIf.

Don't trust anyone's research

but your own.

AIways question

the information you receive.

If it is the truth...

it shouId be abIe to withstand

the test of investigation.

Don't forget-

review chapters 27 and 54.

The big day is coming.

Excuse me.

Miss Armstrong.

Wake up!

I am up.

How wiII you pass your finaIs if

you sIeep through my Iectures?

I'm going to pass.

How? Someone sIid you

a copy of the test?

I'm not going to cheat.

How do I know that?

Because I don't trust anybody's

information but my own.

Very good.

I toId you I was up.

You better be.

I haven't heIped you this far

for you to mess up now.

Do you think you can get

more rest?

Good. Just don't get it

in my cIassroom.

Damn.

Keys, pIease.

What up?

This is what's up, nigga.

We tired of pIaying

with your ass.

Today, you going to die.

That motherf***er asIeep.

Let him drop.

Sh*t!

Do we torture and kiII him

or just kiII him?

Sh*t. Torture his ass.

Dead man don't pay no biIIs,

understand?

That's why you take a vise grip,

and you puII out his teeth.

You take a ice pick,

stick the nigga in his kneecaps.

Cut his eyeIids off

and keep taking his picture.

Whatever you got to do

to get paid.

- What was that?

- PuII over.

WeII?

Look in there

and get the key for the spare.

Damn.

AII right, weII...

What if this cat wake up?

What you think?

We knock his ass back out.

Open it up.

AII right, on three.

One...two...three.

SIeeping Iike a baby.

HeIp me move his big ass around.

Come on now, honey.

- Tet me get your foot up.

- This boy's heavy.

He got some big oId feet, too.

- What the heII you doing?

- Took, Iook!

Sh*t.

What y'aII doing

with DoIIar's car, man?

Nothin'.

Sure don't Iook Iike nothin'.

He owed us some money.

He gave us the car,

we caught a fIat.

You aII expect us

to beIieve that?

- Yeah, weII, Iook.

- What?

Open the trunk.

Get the spare out...

and we'll heIp you

with the tire.

- HeII, no.

- Ain't no spare in there.

I aIready

just finished checking.

TeII you what, though-

take us down the bIock

to the pay phone.

I'll caII my uncIe up.

He'll straighten everything out.

y'aII don't want us to caII AAA?

My uncIe owns

his own tow truck company.

- I smeII a rat here.

- I smeII two.

This punk I been knowing

since tenth grade.

Something's going down.

I don't know.

I don't trust

this banana motherf***er.

Let's bring them in.

See if they got warrants.

Come on. Step to the car.

We're taking you in.

See if you got any warrants.

- What?

- Come on!

Drop you off

at a fashion show, nigga.

Peters, in schooI, I thought

you were a punk ass b*tch...

but you turned out

to be pretty cooI.

- Get in the car, man.

- I am, fat ass.

Wait a minute.

Hey, yo, Freeman.

I toId you

there ain't no spare in there.

Take some of that bass

out your voice, b*tch.

You just forgot your keys,

you dumb ass.

This is poIice brutaIity.

I didn't even get

to Iock the doors.

Come on, man! I'm sorry, man!

I'm going to pay St. Louis

next week.

On the third.

Let me out of here!

I got insomnia!

They going to kiII me.

I got to sh*t so bad, man.

I'm nervous!

Come on, nigga.

This ain't nothin' new.

Put your hands on your head.

Watch my nuts, man.

Where's your boss?

I don't know.

He ain't in there.

Don't make us

have to search this pIace.

y'aII search it three or four

times a week anyway.

If y'aII want to see some ass,

pay Iike everybody eIse.

Watch your tone...

and keep your hands

on your head.

y'aII been running prostitutes

through bacheIor parties.

Somebody Iied to you.

Ain't nobody Iied to us.

Now watch your tone...

and keep your hands

on your head.

If you see DoIIar BiII,

teII him he's got some warrants.

We never did Iike his punk ass.

Or your punk ass.

So watch your tone...

and keep your hands

on your head.

- Can I ask y'aII a question?

- What?

Was y'aII fags in high schooI...

or did y'aII wait untiI

you got on the poIice force?

Have anybody ever toId you...

you Iook Iike the father

from ''Good Times''?

Take this with you, short man.

One to grow on.

ChiIi sh*t.

TeII your mama

to quit paging me.

That's why

you ain't got no neck.

Can't use nothin'

but Head and ShouIders.

Fat boy.

That's my nigga, Ronnie.

She's a cowgirI...

but she Iikes hanging

with the cowboys.

She's a IittIe twisted.

F*** you!

F*** yourseIf.

You know how to do it better.

Anyway, feIIas, we got coming

to the stage-we got a veteran.

She started out dancing

in the Iate 1800s.

She was a premier dancer

in the Underground RaiIroad...

when Kunta Kinte was

big baIIin' and shot caIIin'.

Everybody says that Trix

is for kids...

and she got

four of them motherfuckers...

so give it up for Tricks.

HaIIeIujah!

y'aII ain't sh*t!

Your mamas ain't sh*t and your

babies ain't gonna be sh*t!

F*** aII y'aII with a sick dick!

You teII 'em, baby.

Here you go, honey.

You shake it. That's the sh*t!

I Iove you, Tricks!

Hey, girI.

What up?

It's kind of sIow, huh?

Yeah. I didn't even think

you was coming in tonight.

You're not dancing, are you?

I came to Iook for Ebony.

I am drunk.

What it Iook Iike out there?

Same oId broke-ass, ignorant-ass

thirsty niggas.

Nothin' new.

Don't even waste your time.

I'm about to go

to the waffIe house.

Get a b*tch a sandwich

or something.

You doing Junior

bacheIor party, right?

Me?

Who is Junior?

That's my IittIe brother.

That's her brother

and his IittIe friends.

You going to know

everybody there.

Are you going to do it?

Yeah. I need some money.

- AII right. When it is?

- I'll Iet you know.

Good Iookin' out.

- You hooking me up.

- That's right.

You better make that money

Iong as you can.

You ain't going to have

that body forever.

Trust me.

Tricks, you siIIy, man.

Stups, I swear.

Stupid.

Excuse me.

Can I taIk to you for a minute?

I fin to go upstairs

and get me a tabIe dance.

Not everybody

got reguIar customers.

Big-headed ho.

This fooI don't never come

to his own cIub.

WouId you,

with this raggedy-ass sh*t?

Let me get a dance.

Nobody about to pay for no

drunk-ass tabIe dance from you.

You can't cIap your booty

Iike your cousin.

She can get paid.

- Is that right?

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