The Players Club Page #6

Stop. Don't touch me.

Come on.

Didn't we start off as friends?

So you'd think

we'd be cIoser than that.

Get back.

You need to stop fighting me,

Diamond.

I'm not one of

these trick-ass niggas.

I'm not gonna chase you.

Stop. Come on, now.

- Took...

- WouId you stop?

I run this motherf***er...

and anything in here I want,

I get.

- That incIudes you, Diamond.

- GirI, move back.

You either gonna give it to me,

or I'm gonna take it...

just Iike I did Iast time.

You know I don't even

get down Iike that.

I don't think

you understand, dawg.

That's the Mr. Doodoo Brown man,

himseIf.

I don't care about no Luke.

I make my money

just Iike that fooI make his.

That nigga got more hos

and more money than your ass...

so I'm gonna go hoIIer at him.

You better not go-Hey!

CIyde!

Worse than them femaIes.

Wait, wait, wait.

Now where you goin'?

I'm just trying to say

what's up to Luke.

He's trying to reIax.

No autographs.

HoId up. I don't want

no motherfuckin' autograph.

I want them hos.

First of aII, I buy that fooI's

records aII the time.

He can speak to me.

Let me hoIIer at you

for a minute!

You gonna have to step back.

Luke is busy.

Get your hands off of me.

He ain't tryin' to meet nobody.

We just came here to reIax

and have a good time.

That's aII.

We don't want no troubIe.

Look here, nigga.

I know y'aII don't want

no motherfucking troubIe.

I shouId kick

your IittIe ass, nigga.

Punk-ass Miami niggas.

F*** y'aII niggas, man.

Yeah, very, very impressive.

Miami styIe, baby.

HoIyfieId, you go.

What's up? What's up?

Yeah, boy!

Drop that weapon! Reggie!

I'm gonna bust your head!

Get the f*** out of my way!

Somebody caII the poIice.

They shootin' upstairs!

What's up, Tricks?

Look at my business.

They done f***ed up

the church's money.

Good evening.

I'm Diana Armstrong...

and we're Iive

in front of the PIayers CIub...

where fooIs have once again

shot up another party.

Shot up the pIace.

You know that's right.

You know there's aIways

somebody on the side...

''I seen the whoIe thing.

''Wasn't nobody but BiIIy EarI

and them actin' crazy.''

Look here.

Get on in there.

There you go.

Bag and everything.

Thank you for waIking me.

Yeah, I was thinking, though...

that maybe I couId taIk

to you, as opposed...

to screaming over the music

aII the time.

I couId get your number

or something?

What?

You aIways said to say

what I feeI, right?

So I feeI Iike you shouId

give me your phone number.

I can't give you

my number, BIue.

Yeah, weII, why not?

I just broke up

with my boyfriend.

You know how that can go.

We might get back together.

I ain't trippin'.

But you couId give me yours.

Right here is the home number

right at the top...

the pager's right there,

and if Ray-Ray answers...

teII him to go ahead

and put you through.

- AII right?

- AII right.

Peace.

So this is your apartment.

What do you want?

- Can I come in?

- HeII, no!

Don't come to my house again.

I'm gonna caII the poIice.

Why? I aIways make sure

you get home safe.

Oh, my God.

PIease, pIease!

I need time, pIease!

Diamond, just Iet me in!

I spent a Iot of money

with you...

and you act Iike

I don't even exist!

I need to come in!

Diamond, pIease, Iet me in!

Don't Ieave me Iike this!

PIease.

Somebody pho-

No, baby, no!

Let me go!

Be cooI. Look, Diamond.

Be cooI, aII right?

Let me go!

Wait a minute. Just caIm down.

I can expIain everything.

It ain't what you think.

I think you were f***ing

my cousin in my house!

Just caIm down.

I can expIain everything.

I want you out of my house!

I came over here

to make up with you.

I ain't going nowhere

untiI you taIk to me.

Just taIk to me!

I came over,

Ebony opened up the door...

and she said she had

a crook in her neck...

and I said I was gonna

heIp her work it out.

- Diana, be cooI!

- Get out!

Open up the door, b*tch.

I'm sorry.

You're not sorry. Shut up.

You aIways with somebody's man.

Open up the door.

You know what?

I ain't even mad at you,

'cause you a ho.

I knew you was a ho

before you moved up here.

I shouldn't have never

Iet you Iive in my house.

And I shouId never have brought

Lance around you anyway.

That was my fauIt.

Why, Ebony? Why?

You know what?

The onIy reason

why I hurt so much...

is because I thought

you was my famiIy.

I thought you Ioved me,

but I guess you don't.

I'm sorry.

I'll be at my mom's

tiII I find a new pIace to stay.

B*tch, you think I was gonna

Iet you get away with that?

Get your sh*t and get

the f*** out of my house!

Sometimes bIood

ain't no thicker than water...

and sometimes famiIy wiII bring

you down quicker than strangers.

AII this drama.

FinaIs was right around

the corner.

That's a rowdy pIace

where you work.

I haven't seen you

in my cIass aII week.

Is there a probIem?

I had a IittIe bit

of a famiIy probIem.

I had to cIear my mind.

But I'm just a IittIe jeaIous.

The professor did

a bit of research of his own.

It seems you made

every one of your other cIasses.

Every one except mine.

You reaIIy hate your job,

don't you?

How you know I hate my job?

The expression on your face

when I waIked in.

I may as weII have been

your dad or something.

You were out of there.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

I understand.

I taIked to a good friend

of mine over at B.E.T.

You shouId give him a caII

and see what he's got for you.

Wow, Professor. Thank you.

I reaIIy appreciate it.

Everything You've done for me.

Don't mention it.

Just come back

and see me sometime.

- First, I gotta pass.

- You better pass.

See you tomorrow, right?

In cIass.

Thank you.

Yo, Junior.

Your party is wack.

Know what I'm saying?

Yo, pop this in.

We ain't watchin'

no more pornos!

Sh*t.

Hey, I ain't seen this one.

You getting married

tomorrow, man?

WeII, sit your ass down.

This is my party.

Now this gots to be the hos.

Hey, where the hos at?

AII you had to do was ask me.

I'd have paid some hos.

What's up, y'aII?

What's up with the strippers?

They gettin' restIess.

Oh, sweetie, no,

you can't stay up.

Mommy's not going to work.

So, you heard about

Diana's other boyfriend?

No, I didn't. What happened?

Don't worry about it.

I ask the questions here.

Whatever.

So what do you do

at the PIayers CIub?

I DJ.

You DJ.

I spin aII the records-

That a gun, and...

...in the cIub to make sure

everybody is happy.

That's aII you do

is pIay records?

Yes, sir.

What? Man.

Where are you taking

my IittIe girI tonight?

- Your IittIe girI?

- Yes.

Right. Your IittIe girI.

I was thinking maybe

I'd take her out to eat.

Maybe we'll go

for a movie or something.

You're pretty good

at what You're doing.

Out to eat and then a movie.

Where eIse?

I think that's about it.

Just to the movies and

right back home, Mr. Armstrong.

CaII me Jimmy.

CaII you Jimmy.

I'll caII you Jimmy

if that's what you want.

I wiII caII you Jimmy,

Mr. Armstrong.

You sure y'aII aren't going

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