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Oh shit, ain't this Harriet?

♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ah

♪ Check

♪ I ain't been the same

♪ Since that motherfucker put that gun in my head ♪

♪ Damn

♪ The fuck was I thinking, giving life to the dead ♪

♪ Damn

♪ Doc said that it triggered what I had ♪

♪ Now I'm stuck losing weight in the hospital bed ♪

♪ Damn

♪ Fuck, c-c-can't sleep, can't walk, keep crying ♪

♪ Thanking dear Lord I'm too blessed to be dying ♪

♪ Why

♪ So much confusion, a blood transfusion ♪

♪ Scared me to death but Lord knows I'm trying ♪

♪ Why

♪ 'Cause I'm a fighter and I always been ♪

♪ Water over the bridge but a bitch could never tell him ♪

♪ Gonna shine bright and take flight like a pelican ♪

♪ Evil Lord thoughts in my head, I'ma leopard-skin ♪

♪ Fuck all you fake-ass bitches, y'all irrelevant ♪

♪ And I see nothing good last forever ♪

♪ That's definite

♪ Definite, definite, damn

♪ I see nothing good lasts forever ♪

♪ Trust a nigga, I probably ain't never ♪

♪ Fickle bitches all stick together ♪

♪ Me, I don't know what it is

♪ Ain't no fucks I'ma give, I'ma live, I'ma live ♪

♪ I see nothing good last forever ♪

♪ Trust a nigga, I probably ain't never ♪

♪ Fickle bitches gonna stick together ♪

♪ Me, I don't know what it is

♪ Ain't no fucks I'ma give, I'ma live, I'ma live ♪

♪ Imagine what it's like losing 50 pounds in a month ♪

♪ Can't eat or sleep with this pain in your fucking gut ♪

♪ Thank God for Mama Merch, she a rider ♪

♪ She tough on the baby but she stood right beside her ♪

♪ Every appointment right there, right by her ♪

♪ Late night Tubi flicks, Halloween, Mike Myers ♪

♪ Devil got my soul, God, why have you forsaken ♪

♪ I'm thinking, a flower can't grow without breaking ♪

♪ Kept serving real body, real ass ♪

♪ Y'all was hating, now I'm skinny as fuck, little butt ♪

♪ Coi Leray-ing

♪ I'm saying 24 hours in the day-ing ♪

♪ So I'ma get it all back, ain't no delaying ♪

- I promise you, Reggie, I'ma find out who did this.

I'ma find out who killed you.

If it kills me, I'ma find out.

Reggie.

I don't care what it takes, Reggie.

I'ma fuck this city up and find out

who did this shit to you.

I don't care what it takes.

I'ma fuck this city up to find out

who did this to you, Reggie.

I promise you.

I'ma find out who did this to you.

I still can't believe it's been a year already

since Reggie was killed.

Seems like yesterday we was just talking

about starting a family.

And I don't know, lately he's been on my mind so much.

And I try to keep busy and work.

Work the pain away.

Don't none of that shit be working.

I'd give all this shit up just to have my husband back.

- It's gonna be okay, Yaya. We all miss Reggie.

He was a good man and a great husband to you.

What's up with the detectives?

Like any new updates on this case?

Girl, I don't know.

I mean I did talk to that one detective like a month ago,

but all he keeps saying is

it had to be somebody close to Reggie that did it,

which makes no sense.

'Cause Reggie didn't trust nobody.

He ain't fuck with nobody.

Right.

- And living the lifestyle he was living, mm-mm.

He knew how reckless these streets was.

The math just ain't mathing for me.

- Well I pray that one day you find out

who did this to Reggie.

'Cause these niggas out here ain't shit.

But my concern is you, Yaya.

You have to move on and start living your life again.

You can't keep moping around here

crying and stressing all day.

Reggie is not here but we both know

that he wouldn't want this for you at all.

- So what you saying? What am I supposed to do, Netta?

Date.

- Date? - Find love again.

You have to move on, Yaya,

'cause if not you're gonna stay stuck.

You deserve a second chance at love.

- I hear you, sis. And I know you're right.

Reggie wouldn't want me just sitting around mourning.

But...

Well look, bitch.

I'ma definitely need your help with this one

'cause it's been a minute since I've been on the market.

Oh my God, just the thought of dating again

scares the shit outta me.

'Cause these niggas out here today,

these niggas is different.

- Mm.

- It ain't like back in the day when the real men was men.

These new niggas...

Bitch, these new niggas is different.

- Girl, you need to stay off social media.

There are some good men out here.

You just have to give them a chance.

And stay off Instagram and Facebook

- Aight, sis. But if I'm being honest...

I'm just scared.

I ain't been touched since Reggie.

And just the thought of another nigga's hand on my body

irks the shit outta me,

- Bitch, well keep your vibrator close then.

I already do, bitch. I got two of 'em.

I think both of 'em need new batteries.

But you know what? You're right. I'ma do it.

I'ma let these walls down and I'ma just see what happen.

Lord Jesus, I beg of you.

Please, please don't let me run into some weird-ass niggas.

. Girl, I cannot with you.

If you don't stop being so scared

and give these men out here a try.

This wine and them vibrators is not it.

Bitch, you need some dick.

Shit, you ain't never lie.

Look, take as much time as you need.

You have plenty of vacation days.

I need you to find someone,

and don't come back to work until you do.

I appreciate you, sis.

But I'ma still get some work done on my laptop.

Yaya, the firm is fine.

You need to focus on yourself.

Before you lose yourself for good.

- I hear you, sis.

And I would love to chat but I have to get going.

- Gotcha. Okay.

Thank you, sis. - You're welcome.

- I love you. - I love you too.

- Okay. - Get some dick.

- I'ma try.

Attagirl,

I don't know what the hell you got me into.

But I'ma see what it's hitting for.

Wish me luck.

He fine as hell though.

Maybe this shit will work.

Here I go.

- Where in the hell have you been at?

You have been MIA for the past three days.

Why haven't you been answering your phone?

My bad, Netta. I just got outta my mind.

Trying to figure some shit out. What's up?

- Is this about you dating again?

No, actually it's good.

I got a date this weekend

with some guy I met on a dating app.

- Mm, is he cute?

Well I plan on hearing all the details later.

But bitch, next time I call you, answer your phone.

My bad, sweetie. I got you.

- Talk to you later.

Alright.

Detective, hey. What's going on?

I hope you're here to tell me you've got a update

on my husband's case.

Can I come in? We need to talk.

- Sure. Come on in.

Have a seat.

So what up? What you have for me?

- Have you heard the name J-Rock before?

- J-Rock?

J-Rock. That name doesn't sound familiar.

- It's a name that came up a few times in our investigation.

- You said J-Rock?

- Yes, but we don't have a face to the name yet.

I wanna let you know though my team and I are still on it.

We won't stop until this case is closed.

- Thank you, Detective, I appreciate that.

Let me ask you something though.

Outta all the cases,

why are you taking this one so personal?

- I take all my cases personal.

It's just that that J-Rock name...

Mm-hm.

- Has been coming up a while now.

Gotcha.

- And I believe he is responsible for a few murders.

But no one knows who he is.

- Gotcha.

Well I really appreciate you stopping by

and keeping me updated, Detective.

And if I hear anything on the streets

you'll be the first to know.

- I appreciate that. Keep in touch.

- I will.

- You have my number.

- Alright. Definitely. Take care.

Take care.

- You too. - Alright.

J-Rock? Who the fuck is this nigga?

Here you guys go.

- Whoa.

Enjoy.

- Thank you.

So, good to see you again.

- Is it?

'Cause you damn sure like every picture I post on the 'gram.

- Yeah, you know.

It ain't nothing like the little things.

What's that you wearing?

- Cerruti Vivo.

You like it?

- Smells good. I see you like expensive things.

- I guess you can say that.

♪ Look at love, it's like chi

♪ I really wanna tell you

♪ When you was all on me

♪ I tried to tell him back off

♪ 'Cause I know you got a babe

♪ But girl, when he told me

♪ It's that you was nothing

♪ That you was just a friend

Hello.

What's up, Yaya? How was your day?

It was alright.

The restaurant was nice. The food was good as hell.

I'm not sure about our boy yet.

Still a little rusty.

- You gonna see him again?

I think so.

But anyway, what's going on with you?

Sorted anything else out yet?

- No, not yet. But I will find out who killed my brother.

You be careful out there.

These niggas out here is crazy.

- Bitch, do you see me?

I've been having these corny-ass niggas

wrapped all around my fingers.

Don't you think I already know that, Deena?

But I still need you to be safe!

- I got you, sis.

Alright, I'ma call you tomorrow.

I'm tired. I'm about to take it down.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight, sis.

- Okay nigga, you can finish now.

- Who was that?

- What'd I tell you about asking so many damn questions?

- Damn, why you gotta be so hard?

- Can you just shut the fuck up

and finish doing that little trick with your tongue?

♪ She is not a basic, basic, basic, basic ♪

♪ You're looking for a basic chick ♪

♪ Be another basic chick

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ You need to calm down

♪ 'Cause I don't wanna fight you ♪

♪ I doubt he's telling you everything he is telling me ♪

♪ But girl, what I know is

♪ Is there's this one thing

- I don't know how many times I gotta keep having

this same conversation with you.

You have got to chill and lay low 'til your trial starts.

- Man, I be chilling. I be at my pa's barber shop.

What's up with Deena?

- First of all, the only thing you need to be worrying about

is your open drug case.

Trust me when I tell you,

Deena is a problem you do not need on your hands right now.

Oh yeah? - Yes.

Alright, I'll talk to you in a couple days.

- Alright. Alright.

- And be safe. Keep your ass in the house.

- Did you enjoy last night?

And this morning?

- You know I did, baby. You the best.

- Mm-mm, you know I don't do the lips.

Uh-uh.

- When am I gonna see you more?

- Mm, whenever you want, big boy.

- Stay, girl. Gotta take a wife day secretly.

But I'll be back soon.

- Mm.

On another note, Zhair.

♪ The way you like it

You know anyone named J-Rock?

- Wow, why you ask that?

♪ Tonight I'll be your game

- I'm just asking.

I mean you in the game so...

- Nah baby, listen.

- Trying to figure some shit out?

- Not in the game, I play the game.

And I play the game smart, right.

You out here saying names of these niggas.

People that just kill these folks.

- So you know him?

- I-I don't know him but I know of him, like...

I heard he like a cold-blooded killer.

Not nobody you should be mentioning.

And I just want you to be smart.

Be safe around here, you know.

- Do you think he had anything to do with Reggie?

- I don't know, baby.

Like, your brother was getting money.

He was into some shit that would get anybody killed.

Like, that's part of the game.

- Mm, can you get, um, your clothes on?

I have some errands to run.

♪ Tonight I'll be your game

♪ Lock the door, close the shades ♪

♪ And make it private

♪ I'ma do all the things

- Put some salt down.

Right.

- So you enjoy the show?

- It was alright.

It was kind of boring at the end though.

But it was alright.

- Yeah, probably all that musical shit, right?

- Exactly.

- So I'm saying let me come in for a little bit.

Maybe we can drink some wine, talk a little bit more.

- I don't know, 'cause you just a little too eager

to get up in my shit.

But you was on your best behavior

so I guess you can come in and chill for a little bit.

As long as you act like you got some damn sense.

- Promise I'ma be on my best behavior.

- Alright. You better be.

'Cause I ain't got time for the bullshit tonight.

- You got a bathroom I can use?

Yeah, it's right there.

The Palace.

The Yolanda Palace.

You got something to drink?

- I think I got some red wine. Lemme check.

- It's cool with me. - Okay.

TJ! TJ?

Baby, are you okay?

What is it, baby? What is it?

- What's this on TV?

Where did this come from? TJ?

I heard this movie was good.

It's called "Breakdown."

It's okay. Baby, talk to me will you?

- Look like Breakdown oughta be watching nothing.

- Right now, here you go.

I said we gonna come in here

and watch a movie and chill, that's it.

- I mean, you just smell so good.

- Look, Rick.

Either we wanna watch the movie and chill

or you can leave now.

- Come on. Why are you playing hard to get, Yolanda?

- Nigga, ain't nobody playing hard to get.

I don't know what the fuck you thought this was,

but baby, this ain't that.

So like I said, we either watch the movie and chill

or you can exit to the left now.

Yeah, I knew you were fucking lying.

Yeah, use a clamp. Get your shit and get out!

Get your shit and get outta my house!

- What you mean?

- Get your shit! Get the fuck off me!

Fuck out my house!

- Girl, who the fuck you think you is, yo?

- Bitch, you got 10 seconds to get the fuck out my house

before I blow your fucking head off.

- You won't blow my head off.

- Get out!

- Why? 'Cause you got a nice little pretty house?

Got a couple dollars. These little corny-ass flowers.

- Take your nutty ass out my house.

- Bitch, you ain't all that.

- 10 seconds.

- Ain't all that. - Nine!

Eight, seven. - Gimme back all my

fucking money, how about that? - Six.

- I took you to Del Fresco's

twice, bitch. - Five, bitch!

Out. - Twice.

It's cool. I'll get out.

- Yeah, that's what you better do.

- It's cool.

Get my money right.

- Fuck you, nutty-ass nigga.

Front door.

- So, Deena. Can we talk?

How much this gonna cost me this time?

- Ray, put on that shit right there and get on your knees.

Don't ask twice.

It ain't saying nothing but a word.

- Hold on. My girl's calling.

What?

- What's up, Ya?

Bitch, you not gonna believe what just happened.

This nigga Rick just tried me.

- Are you okay?

- Deena, the nigga wanted to fuck. I wasn't with it.

So he got mad and tried to get aggressive.

- Are you serious?

- Bitch, I almost shot this nigga.

That ass. I really almost blew his fucking head off.

- I'm on my way, sis.

Alright. Okay.

Alright. I'ma jump in the shower. I'll see you in a minute.

Alright, sis.

- Nigga, your old ass gonna eat this pussy or not?

I got shit I gotta do.

- Been waiting on you. Shit.

- Yeah, I would've shot that no-good-ass nigga.

- Trust me, sis. I wanted to.

- Well, niggas know not to play with me like that.

I shoot first and ask questions later.

Something told me like not to let that nigga in my house.

I shoulda just listened to my first instinct.

- Sis, that nigga gonna get his one day.

Don't even worry about it.

No, sis, you're right.

There's definitely some

thorough niggas out there. - Hey, hey.

Listen, I'm here for you, okay.

And don't let one apple spoil the whole batch.

There's some good men out there.

You gotta know, baby.

So just calm down, babe. I-I'm here for you.

- You're right, sis.

There's definitely some thorough niggas out there.

Let's just hope I don't run into no more Ricks.

- Mm. - Nutty-ass nigga.

I'm ready to come back to work, sis.

- Girl, you ain't find a friend yet?

You look stressed.

- Not yet. I mean I tried with some guy.

But that nigga was a waste of time.

- What type of guy was he?

Bitch, a fuck-boy.

Certified fuck-boy. - Oh gosh.

So does this mean you're done with men again?

- Nope, I'm not gonna run this time.

I'ma just make sure I pick 'em

a lot better this time around.

- Touche. Now back to business.

Have you talked to your client about his case?

Sis, that's a whole nother situation.

But I did talk to Kenny, and I keep telling him.

He gotta chill and lay low 'til his trial starts.

He just don't wanna listen.

- Right. He's a good young man.

He just got caught up in these streets.

But if anyone can get him off, it's you.

Thanks, sis. I appreciate that.

I mean I'm gonna try. He was real close with my husband.

So I'm not trying to see him get locked up.

- Right. But look, can you do me a favor?

I have to, as always, head down to the office

to grab some files for another case I'm working on.

- Okay.

- Drop me off, and then maybe you can focus on me

and someone that's not a fuck-boy.

I'ma try, sis. Sheesh!

I'm good, Zhair.

Man, what, you abandoning me?

- No, I'm just chilling today.

Nah, you chillin'? When do you ever chill, Deena?

- Today, nigga. What's up?

Why I feel like there's more

that you're not telling me?

- Stop overthinking.

I'm not overthinking. That's just funny.

- You really don't know what's bothering me?

Hit it. What is it?

- Somebody murdered my only brother,

and there's just days I can't cope.

That's it. Now you know, Zhair.

Deena, I'm ending.

I'm not in the game, I just play the game.

That's kinda like rule number one

means you mind your business.

Like people ain't just out here

giving out information about Rocky.

I had love for your brother too.

His murder is really fucking me up.

I mean, that's why this shit up.

I mean but he was a boss.

And your brother know there's consequences to the game.

- I understand that.

But when I ask you about J-Rock,

you act like you saw a ghost or something.

Like why does everybody get shook

when they hear the name J-Rock?

Damn, Deena! You can't just let it rest.

Keep looking for trouble, you gonna find it.

Deena, you searching for a ghost.

Look at yourself. There's a lot of trouble on these streets.

- Man, fuck these streets.

My brother taught me not to fear nothing or no one.

Deena, just chill.

Don't talk about it over the phone.

- I said I'm good, Zhair. I'll talk to you later.

That's alright, brother. I'ma find out who killed you.

- Detective, hey. What's going on?

- Just came by to touch base.

- How can I help you?

- I was in the neighborhood. Just checking in on you.

Busting my ass on this case.

Okay.

- I've been investigating this case for a year now.

For your safety, and driving every mile of the city for you,

to investigate this case.

And I, I just want to ask you one more time,

do you know anything about this?

- Detective, I told you so many times.

If I knew anything you would know.

- Well, I care about you. I care about you, Yolanda.

And, er, I care about every resident of this city. Okay?

I appreciate that.

Enjoy your day.

- You as well.

- Thank you.

♪ Okay

♪ Okay, okay

♪ Okay, okay

♪ Like a playa

- I'm so glad y'all put this shit up for me now.

I've been stressed all week long.

- Bitch, we got you.

And you know all of us suckers

for the free drinks.

- Bitch, when do you ever pay for drinks?

- Right, a nigga gotta pay or play.

- Yaya, I am so happy we had this girl's night.

It's been a minute since we've all been together.

- It has.

We haven't had a girls' night since Reggie got killed.

- Okay, bitches. I'm not about to sit here on no sad shit.

I-I'm here to have a good time with all you lawyers.

And I'm getting drunk.

And I'm calling one of my niggas to take me home.

- Back home.

- Yes. Back home.

- Bitch, where your car?

- The Ranger? It's in the shop.

And the nigga's paying for that to get fixed.

- Oh right, sure. - Okay.

- You know some niggas gotta pay for it, sis.

- This ass. - Period.

- These titties. - Period.

- That flat stomach.

- For the rat.

♪ Okay

Mm-hm.

♪ Okay, okay

♪ Okay, okay

♪ Like a playa

♪ A-Ha

♪ Now let me tell you hoes

♪ I ain't never been a bitch

♪ You walk up for me

- Ladies, ladies, ladies.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I have to go.

One of my clients was arrested. I'm so sorry.

- Bitch, you can't never take off.

- Bitch, do you have a job to take off from?

Bye, my love.

- Leave my friend alone.

- She always got something to say!

Gosh, I should take my damn basket back.

- Alright. Bye. - Have fun.

Drink for me. - Be safe, okay.

- Bye, lover. - Love you, Netta.

- Bye, Tina.

- Love you.

♪ These bitches be yuck

♪ These bitches be yuck, hey

♪ The hoes be thirsty

♪ These bitches be yuck

♪ Now it took a lot of me not to come slapping them hoes ♪

♪ I said I'm bad, little bitch

♪ You ain't seen mad yet

♪ You a brand new cadet

♪ These bitches be nasty

♪ These bitches be fucked

♪ These bitches be thirsty

- Y'all bitches finna party. I'll be right back.

I gotta take this phone call.

Kenny? Hey. What's going on?

Everything good? I'm having a ladies night.

♪ Okay, okay, okay, okay, let's go ♪

- No, Kenny, no. Why would I do that?

♪ Yeah, his voice, bitch

And that's why I told you.

You're supposed to lay low until your trial starts.

These niggas don't like you as it is.

I said, "Kenny, stop walking around

like you's fucking untouchable

before you end up like Reggie."

You just don't wanna fucking listen.

Kenny, I get all that, but you still gotta watch your back.

I got you bail so you can be on the street.

But don't be fucking stupid.

I-I get that, I get that.

Well, how about this?

Try not to end up a little dead street-nigga.

Look Kenny, I gotta get back to my party, alright.

Stay off the streets and I'll call you tomorrow.

- One for the road.

- Alright, bye.

- Alright?

- Alright then, let's go.

Okay, okay, okay!

♪ Stand back, little bitch

♪ You ain't seen mad yet

♪ You the brand new cadet, bitches ♪

♪ I'm the vet so take notes, little baby ♪

♪ Go and copyright this

♪ I've been that bitch

♪ I ain't humbling for shit, you little trick ♪

♪ I'm about to make voice-throwing ♪

♪ Half slap the little bitch

♪ The same bitch talking dirty

♪ Now she running this shit

♪ Okay, okay

♪ These bitches be dirty

♪ These be yuck, uh

♪ The hoes be thirsty

♪ So give me my cut, hey

♪ The bitch be batshit

♪ So don't get fucked

♪ These bitches be dirty

- Yaya!

Talk to me. Tell me something good.

Okay. Okay.

You been working, girl. Thank you. Appreciate you.

Alright, thanks.

Phew! - Man, who that?

- Oh no that wasn't about nothing. That's my lawyer, man.

It wasn't about nothing.

Catch that, man.

- Man, you can catch it, dude.

You gonna be all right, dog.

- Queen?

You need some help with that?

- If you don't mind getting your knees and hands dirty,

I can definitely use some help.

- You got jokes. Let me get that for you.

There's still some gentlemen left.

- I see.

- So what's your name, Queen?

- I'm kind of liking the sound of Queen.

So let's just stick with that for now.

- Oh, okay. I hear you.

It's okay with me. So what is it you do?

- I'm a lawyer.

- A lawyer? What kind of lawyer?

- I'm a criminal defense attorney. I work with criminals.

- You work with criminals?

- Mm-hm.

- Shit, I might need you then, huh?

- You might need me? What, you a criminal, Mister?

- Oh no, no, no. First of all, my name is Malik.

And no, I'm not a criminal.

Been there, done that.

Been there, done that?

So what exactly does

"been there, done that" mean, Mr. Malik.

- Yeah, I did spend some time in the Feds.

You know, I was young and in the streets.

They is over though.

- What sort of time?

I did seven years.

You know, you ask a lot of questions.

- Well, I am a lawyer, right. And that's what I do.

- Oh, you know what? - I interrogate.

- And you real good at your job.

I can definitely tell that.

- That's right.

- Alright, so your tire looks good.

- Okay. - You should be good to go.

- Appreciate that. - Yeah, no problem.

Um, shoot, mind if I get your number

so we can continue this conversation later on.

- Mm, well you did help me with my tire.

You ain't no killer are you, Mister?

No.

- And are you undercover? How about baby mamas though?

- Absolutely not. Definitely not.

And hell to the no.

No.

Voila.

When the best time to call you?

- Gimme a call after nine. I should be free.

- After nine?

- Yeah, okay. - After nine.

No problem

- Okay.

By the way. What's your name?

- My name is Yolanda but my friends call me Yaya.

- Okay, Yaya. I like that.

- It's either Queen or Yolanda.

- I hear you. I guess I got some work to do, huh?

- Yes sir.

♪ I need that toxic D

- Queen.

♪ Give me that toxic D

♪ I need that toxic D

♪ I need that toxic

♪ I need that toxic D

♪ Give me that toxic D

- Yo, sis.

What's up, Yaya?

- You know some guy named Malik?

Mm, he brown-skinned with dreads

and drive a sports car?

- Mm-hm, that's him. What's up with him?

- Mm, I mean he tried to holler at me a few years ago

but his money wasn't long enough

so I had to cut that shit short.

Pulled back obviously.

Alright, I met him in there at the gas station.

I mean I never heard anything bad about him.

I mean he definitely a street-nigga.

You might have to pick up the bill.

- But you know it ain't all about back with me.

And plus I got my own bags.

You can see what's up with him.

And you better let me know the details.

- Bitch, you know I will.

Alright.

- Alright, I'ma call you later.

Alright, babe.

♪ Where that money at

♪ We pop bottles when we up in the club ♪

♪ Strippers on the pole when we throwing them dubs ♪

♪ Rollers in that VIP making it rain ♪

Hello? Kenny? Hey, what's going on?

Wait a minute, I thought I told you

your trial not starting for another couple of months.

But I am getting everything together

I need to fight your case.

And as long as your witnesses

are willing to testify on your behalf,

we got an open and shut case.

- Look, Ms. Walker, appreciate what you doing

with the case and all that,

but I'm not calling you about the case.

I'm calling you about your husband.

My husband? What about my husband?

- Yeah, your husband.

I heard some things at the barbershop,

Some things?

Okay, what kind of things?

Kenny, what the hell's going on?

- Man, look man.

Your husband was set up with drugs and money.

And I know who did it.

Wait. What? - Yep.

Kenny, what the fuck is you talking about?

You know who killed Reggie?

- Dude Tom, you wouldn't know.

Who? Who the fuck killed him?

Kenny!

Yo.

Gotta keep your eyes on these niggas out here, man.

Big fools, man. Can't trust none of these motherfuckers.

Shit is real in the field, man.

Shit is real in the field, man.

Maybe the worst kind, man.

Worst kind.

♪ The worst kind of nigga put your life on the line ♪

♪ The worst kind of nigga stabbed your back from behind ♪

♪ The worst kind of nigga will look you in your eyes ♪

♪ 'Cause the worst kind of nigga be the devil ♪

Dad!

- Nigga, you all ready to go.

♪ The worst kind of niggas stab your back from behind ♪

♪ The worst kind of nigga will look you in your eyes ♪

♪ 'Cause the worst kind of

♪ Nigga be the devil in disguise ♪

- What's happening? My son.

What the fuck?

Call the cops, man. Call the cops!

Wait, hold on, son. Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on.

- Somebody's been shot.

Hold on, son.

- Yeah, please hurry. We need an ambulance too.

- That's my son, man.

♪ The worst kind of nigga's full of jealousy ♪

- Call the fucking cops now, man.

♪ And in your man you can trust ♪

Fucking ambulance.

- Aight. They on their way.

♪ Stoop down the side

♪ He always hated you

♪ The worst kind of nigga

- Now, you take care of that fucking snitch?

- Boy, the killer you already know, man.

- Put an extra one in for the boss, right.

Yeah.

- Thanks for the info, Joe.

- Come on, man. You know that I got it.

You know how I be.

♪ The worst kind of nigga will look you in your eyes ♪

♪ 'Cause the worst kind of nigga be the devil in disguise ♪

- Barry, what the fuck we got going on up in there?

- I don't know, Jackson. Another fucking homicide.

I think I know this kid.

- Same uptown, you know.

- I hear ya.

- Let's go. Let's go up in here and try to crack this case.

Alright? - Alright.

Let's go.

Let's go, Big.

Anyone see anything?

- The people inside.

But they said it happened so fast

they didn't see their faces.

- Any cameras?

- Yes, but they don't work.

- Officer, these are the same two men.

These are the same two men responsible

for a series of drug dealer murders

happening all around this neighborhood.

- You think it's a link to the J-Rock person?

- Who knows? Kenny wasn't no saint.

He had a lot of enemies.

- Yeah he did. He did.

- This shit is bad, Barry.

Fifth one in five days.

- Hey, sis. - How you doing?

- Alright.

- You sure you heard the news already?

- Yes, I heard. I still can't believe it.

I'm so hurt right now, sis.

- Mm, I'm sure.

You took a liking to Kenny.

And you constantly told him to stay off the streets

and to lay low.

- And that's why I'm so mad, sis.

I know I coulda won his drug case for him.

- But you and I both know that there's

certain individuals out there that did not want

their information leaked out to this trial.

- I get it, sis. I understand.

And that's exactly why I told Kenny,

him and his girlfriend both need to be

in a witness protection program.

They just wouldn't listen.

- Because you know niggas. They too prideful.

They think they too big for that.

They not like them Italian's begging us to sign them up.

Right.

- Right, sis, you know I hate the run

but I had to just stop by.

I have to go down to the office to get these files

for this case that I'm working on.

But I will call you as soon as I can.

- Alright, sis.

- Give me a hug.

- I love you.

- Love you too, Yaya.

You know I'm here for you just like college.

You're my sorority sister

and I have your back no matter what.

- I know you do. Bye baby. - Alright. Take care.

- I love you.

- Alright, I'ma call you later, okay?

- Alright.

- Drive safe.

- Thank you.

- Damn, Kenny.

You just didn't listen.

Do time. You wouldn't know.

Hey, Detective, what's going on?

I'm sure you've heard about Kenny by now.

- Yeah, I heard. I still can't believe it.

Shit is crazy.

Well, he wasn't cautious.

Still a little reckless.

Have you heard anything or know anything

that can help me In this case?

- Detective, if I would've heard anything

you would've been the first to know.

- Did Kenny ever mention any names to you?

- Man, look man, your husband was set up.

For drugs and money. And I know who did it.

- No, I kept it strictly professional with Kenny.

Why? He knew a lot more than what he was saying.

He was very close to your late husband.

He was a major street player.

- I don't know, 'cause if he did

he never told me anything about it.

Yolanda, I'm just here to help you.

- Detective, and like I told you before,

if I knew anything, you'd be the first to know.

Anything else?

No, I'll be, er, reaching back out to you soon.

- Yeah, alright.

Alright, I'll talk to you in a couple days.

- Alright. Bye.

- And be safe. Keep your ass in the house.

Bitch, we need to talk.

- Why? What happened? You found something out?

- No, but the same name keeps popping up.

J-Rock.

- Oh my God. I need a fucking drink, sis.

J-Rock.

- So what are we gonna do, sis?

I mean, people keep dying left and right.

First it was my brother, now it's Kenny.

And no one seems to know what's going on.

- I don't know, I just need, I need a second.

I need a second to clear my mind.

I don't know. I need a second.

I just need a minute to clear my head, sis.

I'm hoping my date when Malik helps.

- Date? When?

- Tonight. You think I should cancel?

- No, I think you should get out this house

and get you some fresh air.

- Yeah, you probably right.

But look, I need you to be careful out there, Deena.

- Girl, I'm good.

Plus, I got this date with this new baller.

I'm trying to get some info out of him.

About my brother's death of course.

- But I still need you to be careful.

- I will. All these niggas know each other.

It's like some type of bro code

these drug dealers got going on.

Somebody's gonna tell us something.

Don't you wanna know what happened to Reggie?

- Yeah, of course I do,

but I'm not trying to lose nobody else in the process.

Especially not you, bitch.

- Yaya, I know you got a law degree,

but sometimes you forget where you come from.

West Philly, bitch. Sink or swim.

- Bitch, I know exactly where I come from.

I just don't need your ass to crash out and drown.

- Yo, Keith, what's up with this guy named J-Rock

I keep hearing about?

- I mean, like what you want me to tell you?

Like, he be around, I don't know him like that like that.

- Are you sure, Keith?

- Yeah. Babe. Why you keep asking me about J-Rock?

- I'm just curious.

I keep hearing about him and nobody seems to know who he is

or what he looks like.

- I mean, maybe he don't want nobody to know.

You know what I mean? People crazy out here.

And these niggas are snitching at a all time high for real.

But one thing I can tell you about this nigga,

he moving well.

And why do you say that?

- Look baby, I've been in these streets for years

and that nigga always been a mystery.

But fuck all that.

I'm trying to get off of him and get to us.

I'm ready for round two.

- Yeah, well, I'm no longer in the mood.

You can get dressed.

- Huh? Get dressed?

What you mean? I just gave you 2,500 for a good time.

- And you didn't have a good time?

- Yeah, it was a vibe. But I want some more.

- I'm no longer in the mood. And there's no refunds.

- No re? You know what? It's cool.

It's real cool, but I'm gonna report you

to the ho authorities.

That's fine.

- It's cool. You'll be calling me again.

Nigga, did you forget?

I didn't call you? You called me.

Ticket number 54 is ready.

Extra large snow crabs.

- Woo. So, ma'am, I only...

I never came here with nobody else. I ain't gonna lie.

I ain't never been with a beautiful lady.

Especially not like you.

- Thank you. I appreciate that.

"Crab Tu You."

- Yes, Crab Tu You. Yep, I always come here all the time.

- I heard about it, but I never had to get a chance to go

and to come here. - Hell yeah. Hell yeah.

So, um, wait 'til you have the seafood.

It's gonna be crazy, you know?

Um, you okay?

You seem a little off, I ain't gonna lie, honestly.

- Yeah.

♪ I really wanna tell you

♪ When you was all on me

- Don't forget to lit.

- Thank you.

- My mind is all over the place.

- Oh damn. I appreciate you coming out.

But if you wanted to cancel,

that would've been okay with me, you know what I mean?

- Yeah, I know. But I need to get out, get some fresh air.

- I'm glad you did, um. Sorry to hear.

Do you wanna talk about it?

I'm always here for you. Straight up.

- I mean, I don't really have all the details yet.

From what I was told, two guys with masks ran up on him

in front of his dad's barbershop and just shot him up.

- What? Ooh. - Yeah.

And he was my client. - Man, that's cold.

Your client? - Yes.

We were going to trial next month.

I kept telling him to stay low and chill.

He just wouldn't fucking listen.

- That's good advice, but with all due respect

you know what they say.

Sometimes a hard head make a soft ass.

- Yeah.

- But I'm sorry to hear that. I tell you what.

After we get this food, I'll take you back to the house.

You can just relax and chill and you can, you know.

We can cancel this date and get, I'll get back to you later.

- I appreciate that. - Alright?

- But I must say you're a real good listener, Malik.

- Yeah.

- And it was real nice having some company.

- I feel the same way. Thank you so much.

- I appreciate it. - Thank you so much.

I appreciate it. - You ready?

- Yeah, absolutely. Let me get this food.

I think it might be ready. - Thank you, Malik.

- Would you like to see your meal before I close it up?

- Oh yes. Alright. - Of course. Let me see.

- Oh my goodness.

- Enough sauce this evening?

- I told you. Yeah, that looks very nice.

- Appreciate it.

I told you they got the best seafood over here.

"Crab Tu You." So.

"Crab Tu You." - Yes.

Yes, yes.

- Mr. Brian. Good day.

Appreciate you. Told you I knew where to go.

That's for you.

- Thank you. - Alright? Happy holidays.

♪ 'Cause he's a liar, cheater

♪ He's a womanizer, streeter

♪ He lives there, he's just playing ♪

♪ He'll get any girl he wants

♪ Now I see just what his type is ♪

♪ He likes the type of girl

♪ That's not gonna put up a fight ♪

♪ She is called a basic, basic, basic ♪

- Hey Yaya, it's me, Netta.

Look, I just dropped Kenny's FBI documents off

at your house.

A lot of names are listed.

Take a look at it and give me a call

as soon as you get this.

Alright, I'll talk to you later.

- So I had a nice time, Malik.

- Yeah, me too. So you're not gonna invite me in?

- So you wanna tell me why you're so eager

to get in my house?

- I just gotta talk to you, Yaya.

Plus it's freezing out here.

Come on, it's snowing. It's like...

- Alright, come on. - 10 degrees out this joint.

- Let's talk here. - Alright. Alright, cool.

Damn, this is a nice house.

- Thank you.

- Damn. That movie was nice, right?

- It was. It was a little scary at the end but I liked it.

- Yeah, that joint was nice.

Shit, can I get something to drink?

- Yeah, I got some drinks in the fridge.

Can you grab me a water please?

Okay.

- I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick.

Yeah, cool.

You said in the fridge?

Uh-huh, right in the fridge.

- Alright.

Damn, this joint is nice.

Look at the house.

You alright?

I'm good.

Alright.

You alright? You good?

- Yeah, I'm, I'm A1, you know what I'm saying?

I'm just, you know, you got a nice crib in here.

Thank you for that.

- Absolutely.

I appreciate you letting me come in out the cold.

I ain't think you was gonna let me at first.

I'm like, "Damn!"

Yo, you, er, you want me to put something on the TV?

Yeah, that's good, okay.

- Okay.

You good?

- Yeah, yeah, for sure. Here you go, your water, babe.

Thank you.

Appreciate it. - No, thank you.

Yeah, for sure, you know.

It's a nice house you got here too.

- Thank you. My husband got it for us before he, um...

My husband got it built for us before, um, he got killed.

- Before he got killed? Damn, okay.

Well shit. Yeah, I tell you he had good taste.

You okay, mama?

- Damn, I feel light-headed.

- Damn, you know what?

Maybe you should drink a little bit more Water.

That shit always make me feel better

when I'm laying, you know.

Little sip.

A little more, baby. There you go.

Yeah, that shit always make me feel better.

You know, when I, when I get dizzy.

- Mm-hm.

- A little bit of water just, you know.

Might be dehydrated, you feel me?

Yaya?

Yaya? Yaya!

Hey baby.

Yaya?

Ssh. Yaya?

Fuck. Bitch is out.

Yaya, you good, baby?

Shit.

Baby?

Fuck.

Damn.

Shit.

Yaya?

Yaya?

Yaya, you okay?

Yaya?

This bitch seems knocked the fuck out.

Yaya? Hey, baby.

Yaya?

Hey, baby.

Yaya?

Yaya?

Damn.

Shit.

Works every fucking time.

Front door.

Are you fucking serious?

Yeah, and I think he put something in my drink.

Fucking freak.

Did he touch you?

- No, I don't think so.

When I woke up, the nigga was gone

and the door was unlocked.

I think the nigga just ran the fuck out.

- See, I knew there was something I didn't like about him.

Did you check all your shit?

- Bitch no, as soon as I woke up I called you.

I ain't checked nothing yet.

- Bitch, you need to go upstairs

and check all your shit before he cut.

Come on, come on.

- That nigga better not touch the shit.

Wait, hold up.

Sis? Sis?

Reggie's gold watch is gone.

- You talking about the watch I got for his birthday?

- Yes!

And hold up. My-my rings!

My...!

My fucking diamond bracelet!

- Fuck, I knew this.

- My money's gone, sis.

I want my shit back, sis.

- There's nothing in here. Nothing.

Yo, I'm so tired of these no-good-ass niggas.

What are we gonna do?

- I cannot believe I fell for that nice shit.

That nigga was plotting with me the whole time.

Lying me the fuck up.

He knew exactly who my fucking husband was.

- Hold on. We gotta be smart about this.

Especially with a nigga like Malik.

What are we gonna do, Ya?

- He ain't getting away with this shit.

- Yaya, what's this?

- Bitch, I'm scared to open it.

That's the envelope Netta dropped off yesterday.

She said it had some information about Kenny's case in it

- And you still didn't check that shit out?

- Bitch, I'm scared.

- Girl, open that shit.

Here, open that.

- You know, bitch, give this motherfucker a gander.

Bitch.

- No, he fucking lying.

- It says Kenny was trying to tell me something.

But this shit, this everything.

This their real names and everything.

And that's probably why he was murdered.

That's exactly why.

- And this, this is wh-wh-who killed Reggie too.

Can't believe this shit.

- Uh-uh.

- I know you fucking lying.

- Bitch, do you see this shit?

In big bold-ass letters.

- Bitch, you know what you gotta do.

And I'ma handle mines too.

- I mean yeah, look what's right here. That's all I needed.

- In black and white.

- Crazy.

- But you know what?

These niggas fucked with the wrong bitch.

- I here that.

- Bet.

- Hey Yaya? I got that. I'm on my way over there.

- How's dating going?

Not too good, sis.

These niggas out here today, these niggas are different.

- What happened?

- Long story.

- Okay, well I have about a minute or so

'til I have to be down at the courthouse

so I'm all ears.

- So you remember that Rick, right?

- Yeah, the kid you met online.

- Yeah, that's him.

Well that nigga, bitch, that nigga was crazy as fuck.

And an abusive dickhead who tried to rape me,

then had the nerve to say he want all his money back

that he spent on his dates.

- What?

- Like nigga, are you dumb?

- Are you serious?

- Dead-ass.

- Wh-what about the other guy with the dreads?

- Dickhead number two.

And a thief who stole my husband's gold watch

and money out my house.

- What?

- Yep. And I think that nigga drugged me.

- Drugged you? Did you call the cops on his ass?

Call the cops? Call the cops for what?

- Because he drugged you.

- Trust me. Don't even worry about it.

Me and Deena got this.

- Gosh, you and Deena. Shit!

- Don't even worry about it.

We gonna handle this shit.

- Yaya, why don't you just call the cops?

- Fuck the cops, Netta! Call them for what?

So they can file a report,

push that shit to the side like they always do.

You know how many women out here

getting physically and mentally abused

and ain't nobody doing shit about it?

You see that shit all over the news and the social media.

Women getting beaten and disrespected

and there ain't nobody doing nothing to help it.

Fuck the cops.

- I understand what you're saying.

But you cannot take matters like this into your own hands.

Especially not with Deena.

She's, she's not all there. You know she hates men.

- Don't say that. No she don't.

She just don't like no fuck-boys. And neither do I.

- Yaya, you're an attorney, and you have a lot to lose

if you get caught up in this mess.

- Listen, sis, I love you to the moon and back,

you know this.

But don't worry about it. It's not your problem.

It's mine and I'ma fix it.

Fix what?

The problem all us women have. That's what.

- And what is that, Yolanda?

- These bum-ass niggas.

♪ Better watch how you talking to me ♪

♪ Say less of what you don't mean ♪

♪ Late night when we're on the phone ♪

♪ Telling me that you're treating me ♪

♪ Better watch how you're talking to me ♪

♪ Saying things that you don't mean ♪

♪ Late night when we're on the phone ♪

♪ Telling me that you're treating me ♪

- Hi, honey. How are you?

- How are you? - Hello.

- Welcome to Street Power.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Ooh, damn.

Look at these.

I'ma check this stuff over here though.

- Okay.

- I seen this one when I came in.

♪ Ooh baby

♪ I really really really really want this drama ♪

♪ You don't really want these powers ♪

♪ Oh baby, I'm a crazy lover

♪ Oh, uh

♪ Oh, uh

♪ Don't break my heart

♪ If you're not on guard it's over ♪

♪ Better watch how you're talking to me ♪

♪ Saying things that you don't mean ♪

♪ Late night when were on the phone ♪

♪ Telling me that you dream of me ♪

♪ Better watch how you're talking to me ♪

♪ Saying things that you don't mean ♪

♪ Late night when were on the phone ♪

♪ Telling me that you dream of me ♪

♪ Oh baby, you don't really, really, really want this drama ♪

♪ You don't really want this power ♪

♪ Baby, I'm a crazy lover

♪ Oh, uh

♪ Oh, uh

♪ Don't break my heart

♪ If you do, I'm gone

♪ Its over

♪ Better watch how you're talking to me ♪

♪ Saying things that you don't mean ♪

♪ Late night when we're on the phone ♪

♪ Telling me that you dream of me ♪

♪ Better watch how you talking to me ♪

♪ Saying things that you don't mean ♪

♪ Late night when were on the phone ♪

♪ Telling me that you dream of me ♪

- Hey girl, how you like?

- I'm fine, how are you?

- You like that?

- I do. This'll look too cute on me.

- Can I ask you a question.

Depends on what the question is to me.

My name is Yolanda. My friends call me Yaya.

- Hello, Yaya.

- And yours? - How you doing?

I'm Javon Smith. I'm the owner of this boutique.

- Oh, okay.

A friend of mine's told me about this boutique.

So I had to come check it out for myself.

- Ah, so you like?

I do. Definitely my kind of place.

Laid back and chill and out the way.

- Really?

- Which says a lot about you and y'all.

- Oh. Really?

- Yeah.

- What else does it say?

- That you are a private well-kept individual.

- Hm.

- Who likes to stay off the radar?

- Mm.

- How'd I do?

- So what is it you do?

- I'm a criminal defense attorney.

Oh!

That explains why you so observant.

- I try.

Hm.

Hey, well listen to me.

Oh, er, Yaya, excuse me for a minute.

Something important just came up.

- Okay.

- Um, here's a...

Here's my card.

- Okay.

- And, er, gimme a call. Let's finish this conversation.

But before I go, um, you can give her anything she wants.

And have her try it on. It's on me.

- I sure will.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- Thank you, Mr. Javon.

- The caller said wait, boss.

- Bitch, get what you want. He says it's on us.

♪ Aah, you know I'm yearning for you ♪

♪ Aah, can you play me some song ♪

- Play this. This my shit.

She answered?

Hello?

- Hey beautiful.

Hey Javon. How you doing?

- I'm doing good.

Hey listen, I was just calling to

see how you liked your clothes and you know,

I wanna thank you for coming and visiting the boutique.

Oh my God. My clothes are amazing.

That's a nice vibe. Can't wait to go back.

- Ah, well listen. I'm there all the time.

You're more than welcome.

Okay. Well, I'm free tomorrow.

How about tomorrow? - Tomorrow?

Are you there after three?

- After three? That's perfect. - Is it okay?

- That's perfect.

Okay. I appreciate you for picking up the bill.

That was really nice.

- Oh, no problem. No problem. Everything's on me.

Um, I can't wait to see you again.

Say again. I'm sorry?

- I can't wait to see you again.

Definitely. I'll definitely be there.

So Javon, tell me a little bit about yourself.

- Um, a little bit about myself?

Er, I'm 42, single, no kids.

Er, I own a restaurant, I own a boutique,

I have a bar and also a breakfast spot that's nearby.

All those things? - Yeah.

I've got you, I hear you. Anything else?

Well, you know. I-I dip and dab in a few other things.

Don't we all?

And what about you? Are you married? Kids?

Not anymore.

My husband got killed a while ago and we never had kids.

- Oh wow. I'm so sorry to hear that. Wow.

Yeah, it's okay.

I mean I still mourn from time to time, but I'm okay.

Life goes on, right?

- Yes, yes. - Ain't got time to

live in the past, I mean that. - Absolutely.

Maybe I'll find somebody new.

- Well, hopefully I can be that someone new.

Okay, well you never know.

You just never know.

I will definitely see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow afternoon, and again, thank you.

It was really nice what you did.

- Absolutely.

You know I'm sitting here listening to this record

and it remind me of you.

Okay. What record is it?

It's by the OGs.

Okay, I'll take that.

- Well, you take care of yourself.

I guess we'll see each other tomorrow.

- I'll see you tomorrow three o'clock, right?

Alright, yes. Thank you so much.

- Alright, see you. - Bye-bye.

- Goodbye.

Ooh.

You're gonna marry her.

She the one. She the one.

♪ Oh oh

♪ I like the way you talk to me ♪

♪ I like the way you move

♪ I like the way I hold you close ♪

♪ And move us to the groove

♪ And the way you look at me could hit the universe ♪

♪ And I'm glad to call you mine ♪

♪ I got that feeling, you've got that vibe ♪

♪ As we're getting closer now

♪ We can feel alive

♪ And the odds the only thing cannot take both of us ♪

♪ In the one to be okay

♪ So oh oh

♪ Girl, your heart is mine

♪ Mm-Mm, the way we are now

♪ Is hard to find ♪ Hard to find

♪ And I won't ever

♪ Ever, ever let you go

♪ 'Cause you're the only one

♪ I like the way we're holding hands ♪

♪ Nothing can compare ♪ Yeah

♪ We can linger round the world ♪

♪ I'll take you anywhere

♪ And the love is building stronger ♪

♪ Than a multiply

♪ And that's okay with us

♪ You've got that feeling

♪ You've got that vibe

♪ As we're getting closer now

♪ We can feel alive

♪ And the odds the only thing cannot take both of us ♪

♪ And I want to be your guy

♪ Ah ah ah

♪ Girl, your heart is mine ♪ Your heart is mine

♪ And what we have, girl

♪ Is so hard to find ♪ It's hard to find

♪ And I won't ever, ever, ever let you go ♪

♪ 'Cause you're the only one

- I gotta get up. I'll be right back.

I'm going to the bathroom real quick.

- Alright, babe. - Alright.

- Hey, listen. Please don't be long.

- Oh my God. - 'Cause we got reservations.

I got you. I got you. I'll be right back.

- Alright. Babe, don't play. Come on.

Hey!

- Boss, you look like you serious about this one this time.

- I love her.

- It's good to see you happy and not so serious.

- In this business

you gotta stay serious to stay alive.

But did you handle that business for me?

Yes, I got the boys on it right now.

You sure?

Yes sir.

- 'Cause I need that done.

Yes sir.

- Alright, appreciate it.

Hey, babe. - Hey

- You're back.

- Babe, can we get a little alone time before we leave?

Babe, he's always here.

- Yeah. Hey, Ray, give us, give us a minute.

Let me talk to my queen.

- Thank you. - You sure?

- Appreciate it. Yeah, I'm sure.

We'll be right out. - Thank you.

- Appreciate you. - 20 more minutes.

- Okay. What's up, baby?

- Now lemme ask you.

- Mm-hm.

- Have you ever heard the name J-Rock?

J-Rock? - Mm-hm.

- No, never heard of that name.

Why you ask?

- Just asking. Just trying to figure some stuff out.

Hm.

- That's all. You ready?

- Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go. - Okay.

- Come on.

- Okay.

- Yo, what's up? What's good?

Hey listen, I need you to handle that business for me.

You cannot fumble this.

There's a lot of money on the line, man.

Make sure you do. Alright?

And listen. You know I got the other line.

Nobody know I got that number.

Not even my wife know I got that number.

So if it's an emergency

make sure you hit me up on that line.

Alright?

Yeah, no doubt.

And meet me at the store.

Yeah. Alright.

Hey.

Hey, baby.

- Hey, babe. What's going on? How you doing?

- Who that?

- Oh, I'm just talking some business. That was my man.

- What kind of business?

- Just some business. Something that's gonna set us up.

- Business I don't know about?

- Yes, but babe, what are we doing with that?

- How about we go shopping?

Shopping, - Shopping?

- Mm-hm. - Alright.

Shopping. What else? What else you wanna do?

- Eat. - Eat?

- And then we can talk about this business

that I don't know about. - We can talk about all that

over some wine.

- No secrets, right? - No secrets.

- Alright now. - I promise.

- Okay. - That's alright

Mm, babe. I been waiting on you. What took you so long?

- I was just talking to Deena real quick.

We had to talk about something real quick.

- Everything good?

- Yeah, it's good. I'm here, baby.

- I'm glad you here.

♪ I love the way you chill me, babe ♪

♪ Mm

♪ I wanna wrap your body in my legs ♪

♪ Mm

♪ Over and over again, yeah

♪ Mm

♪ Then you turn me to a shivering wreck ♪

♪ Baby, you got me so don't you worry ♪

♪ Ain't this what you came for

♪ Come get what you came for

♪ Beg if you want more

♪ I'm giving you all I got

♪ Oh baby, don't stop now

♪ Keep going, you'll hit the spot, hit the spot ♪

♪ Baby, let's go deeper

♪ You'll go drown in every inch of me ♪

♪ But baby don't go out too far ♪

♪ 'cause you might get caught up in the waves ♪

♪ Mm-Mm

♪ Baby, lets go deeper

♪ You'll go drown in every inch of me ♪

- Almost got lost getting here.

You look good.

- Yeah.

- Do me a favor. Can you grab this box for me?

I'm gonna take it to the basement.

It's heavy. Just letting you know.

- Alright, no problem. Well, I'ma need you to hold this.

Take care of that.

Oh!

- You good?

- Yeah, I got it. - Okay.

- So you remember me, huh?

- I do. Just here.

In here.

- It's a little dark down there.

- You want me to turn a light on?

- Nah. - You got it.

- So where you want me to put this?

- You can sit it over there.

- What you doing tomorrow night?

Shit, nothing. I'm free all day and night now?

- Hm, You wanna come over?

I can send you the time and address.

- Send me the A. I'm on for today.

- I got you.

- Drop the box and sit the fuck down.

- Yolanda?

- Shut the fuck up and sit your bitch-ass down!

- You heard what the fuck she said! Sit the fuck down.

- Right there. Right there!

- Ooh. Dang, what's up, baby?

- What's up?

- Looking like a bag of money.

Whassup with you? - Mm, I know you see it.

- Yeah, you looking good. You ready?

- Yeah. - Aight.

- Oh, not yet. Um, can you get this box for me?

I gotta take it to the basement.

- Alright. Cool. - Way too heavy for me.

- Put a nigga to work before we go out,

but you know, it's all good.

- Yeah. - No problem.

Got you, baby.

Shit, so, um...

Mm, that's a nice watch.

Oh, you like this junk?

Yeah.

It's one of them, er, what do you call it?

A Rollies, you feel me?

"Rollies." - Yeah, baby.

You know how I play it though.

Yeah, it looks good on you.

- Damn, box heavy as hell.

Lift with your legs, right?

- Lift with your legs. - Goddamn.

You got a body in this motherfucker?

- No. - Oh shit.

Scared the shit outta me. What's up y'all?

what's good?

Alright. - There you go.

- Shit, where do you want it to go?

The fuck?

Where do you want me to put this motherfucker at?

- You can sit it right there.

- What the fuck?

Yo, what the fuck is this about?

- Oh between him and that other nutty-ass nigga.

- Goddamn.

Shut your thieving ass up and drop the box.

- Y'all bitches trying to rob a nigga?

- What the fuck she say?

Go over there and sit down. Now! Let's go.

- Fuck you.

Let's go, sticky fingers.

Fucking...

- Sit your dumb ass down.

Not getting my money.

- Damn, so you ready already?

- I am.

- How you like that VIP I got you?

- I love it.

- You ready to go to Al Frescos or something?

- Yeah, you talking about that, man.

But first, um, I need you to take this box

to the basement for me.

It's too heavy. - You putting me to work?

- Yeah

Okay.

For real.

How y'all going?

That's my friend up front.

- Alright.

Through here.

- Yeah, will do.

Yeah, too heavy?

- It's dark.

- Yeah, it is a little dark.

Drop the box and sit the fuck down.

What the fuck is this?

- Drop the motherfucking box, bitch.

- Yeah, send me some money. I'm trying to get a Airbnb.

I wanna do something different tonight?

- Your brother was getting money.

He was into some shit that would get anybody killed.

Like that's part of the game.

- Bitch, y'all trying to set me up.

Zhair! - Sit down.

- Shut the fuck up and go sit down.

Let's go.

- Fuck, this ain't no fucking-

- Come up again I'ma hit you. Sit your bitch-ass down.

- Hey hey, beautiful.

- Hey, daddy.

- Nice scent this is.

- Oh, you like it? I thought so.

I got something a little different for us this time.

- Yeah, I hear that. You look and smell amazing.

- Thank you. I'ma take your coat for you.

- Sure.

- Can you do me a favor?

- What's that?

- Can you grab that box for me?

I've been trying to get it down in the basement all day.

- This box right here?

- Yes. - Right, I got you.

- It's a little heavy, be careful.

- It's a little heavy?

Mm-hm.

You alright?

- You wasn't lying. What the fuck is in here?

- They looking at me like that? Who that?

Come on. They just got here.

- Uh-huh.

You can drop it right there.

Drop the fucking box, nigga.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yeah. What's up?

- What's going on?

Mm-hm. Shut the fuck up.

- Yo, what's this about?

Sit the fuck down.

- We just made love the other day.

- You gonna try- - Bye, nigga.

Sit the fuck down. You heard what she said?

- You still wanna get up in here now?

Get the fuck...

Stay the fuck still.

What about you, sticky fingers?

Fuck you! I shouldn't have trusted you, bitch.

- Hm? Sticky finger?

Thieving-ass bitch.

- And you. Snake-ass nigga. - Fuck you, bitch!

- Shut the fuck up!

Hey, gents. You're already dressed in your black.

And you. Got something real special for your dumb ass.

You've been in the wind for a long time.

But I found your dumb ass.

Now we gonna see.

Bitch-ass. Sis?

What you wanna do with these niggas.

Fuck-boy one, two, three and four.

I wanna have some fun.

You, stop squirming, bitch! Stay the fuck still!

Die like a fucking man. Bitch-ass nigga.

You a fucking husband twice!

Bitch.

Here, sis.

Fuck-boys.

Fuck-boy number one.

Fuck-boy number two.

Fuck-boy number three.

Fuck-boy number four.

I must say. this shit is very disheartening.

That it's come to this.

But all y'all niggas do is wanna fuck over good women.

I'm so tired of niggas like y'all

thinking y'all is just playing a bitch's space...

With no consequences.

I'm tired of the games.

Tired of the lies.

So tired of doing everything to make y'all niggas happy.

And getting nothing in return.

Nothing in return!

Y'all niggas don't want a good woman.

Y'all niggas wouldn't know what to do

with a good motherfucking woman.

Ain't that right? Ain't that right?!

What about you, Malik? What about you?

Sticky fingers.

Slick Rick?

What about you?

Can you see what this shit's come to?

Bitch-ass.

But you know what? Y'all niggas fucked up this time.

Because all y'all niggas fucked with the wrong bitch.

- Stay the fuck, stay the fuck down!

Sticky fingers.

Yo, I said stay the fuck down.

And you.

You thought it was all sweet.

But you was the mastermind behind all this.

Set my husband up.

Had this nigga set my husband up.

The fuck you got to say?

- Listen.

Last speech.

- Your husband was in the way.

I told him several times to go somewhere else.

But he didn't fucking listen.

So let me just get this clear.

So because he didn't listen to what you said,

you thought it was a good idea to have my husband set up?

My husband set up!

Last fucking words!

- Yaya, I love you.

You love me?

- I can prove it.

Okay, prove it.

- Look, when I came here,

I brought the deed and I signed it over to you.

It's in my back pocket. Look at it.

I love you, Yaya.

- The boutique?

- Yes.

- This is you wanting to prove you love me

with the New Boutique?

- Yes

- Nigga, you think I give a fuck about this boutique?

Fuck you and that boutique!

Oh wait, what?

You thought I ain't never gonna own that shit?

Nigga, why the fuck you think we was there?

The shop?

Nigga, my motherfucking name is Yaya.

This is what the fuck I do.

Me and my bitch been cop-ateering.

- Yaya, don't do this.

- Been did the research.

- Don't do this.

- Nigga, you fucked with the wrong bitch at the right time.

Problem fucking solved.

You know what, J-Rock?

When I read my husband's autopsy report,

in that shit it said

cause of death, gunshot wound to the back of the head.

That shit was on me.

And now the only fucking peace I'ma get...

Yaya? Yaya?

- Is the fact that your-

- Don't do this.

- In your autopsy report,

it's gonna say the same fucking thing.

- Yaya, don't do this.

- Gunshot wound to the back of the motherfucking head.

- Damn, don't do this.

J-Rock. By the way.

It's Yolanda to you, bitch.

♪ I'm gonna find out

♪ Where you stay

♪ I can't believe that

♪ You just don't go your separate ways ♪

Let me ask you.

- Mm-hm.

- Have you ever heard the name J-Rock?

- J-Rock? - Mm-hm.

- Never heard of that name.

- No? - No, why you ask?

- Just trying to figure some stuff out.

♪ We are bad to do this

♪ But you even had the

- Now you make that call.

- Sis, I got this. Trust me, I'ma handle that shit.

- You'd better.

- I'm just trying to finish this drink.

Right with you.

- Dumb-ass niggas.

Dumb is the word.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ What you done

♪ What you done to my heart

♪ What you done

♪ What you done to

♪ Done to my heart

♪ What you done

♪ No, what you done

♪ Done to my heart

♪ Don't know what you done

- Let's go grab the cleanup crew.

Mm.

Clean this trash up.

And get that half a million for that boutique.

♪ Gave you everything

- They're on the covers.

You can roll them up and take them from there.

- Okay, Ya.

- Shit, we got this, girl.

♪ But it's okay 'cause I miss your loose lips ♪

♪ And what if you, for what it's worth ♪

♪ Chalk it up to knowing you ain't the one. ♪

It's go time.

♪ I can explode in a fit of rage ♪

- Hey.

- Yeah. What's up?

- Don't worry.

- Got that?

Let's go.

- Look at this shit.

We gonna be here all fucking night.

- Not as bad as the last one.

- Here we go.

- Shit.

♪ What you trying to do to me

♪ What, you trying to ruin me

- Gonna check these things.

- Yeah, but are we good?

♪ You and me, all your tomfoolery ♪

- I'ma check with it.

No pulse, nigga.

You get him.

♪ Look what you doing to me

♪ Just keep on

♪ Uh-oh

♪ Ooh

♪ I lost my sanity

♪ Enough to cop a plea

♪ I'm not your damn murder

♪ Step away

Goddam! This nigga big.

♪ To my heart

♪ You don't know

The past few weeks

have shown and taught me so much.

The things I've done in the past do not define me.

I yearn for someone real

who can appreciate me on all levels.

I will never stop searching for happiness and companionship.

And as long as that next man give me the right love,

they will never ever see the wrong bitch.

♪ In the shadow she stands

♪ Heart full of scars

♪ Memories like a light

♪ Shorn of old parts

♪ Whisper call is his fate

♪ In the mist of the night

♪ Love turned to ashes

♪ Lost in her fight

♪ Tears fall like rain

♪ But she won't drown

♪ Once fairytale

♪ Now a bittersweet song

♪ A tale of heartbreak

♪ Where she never belongs

♪ But she'll find her way

♪ Let the darkness give birth

♪ To a new kind of light

♪ Our claiming of hurt

♪ Chasing the echoes

♪ Of dreams that were bright

♪ You smiling back

♪ Hiding her pain out of sight

♪ Hoping for love

♪ In a world gone so cold

♪ But trust shattered quickly

♪ Leaving her bold

♪ Strength in the heart

♪ She's rising anew

♪ Once fairytale

♪ Now a bittersweet song

♪ A tale of heartbreak

♪ Where she never belonged

♪ But she'll find a way

♪ Let the darkness go forth

♪ To a new a kind of light

♪ A reclaiming of worth

♪ Everything wor-works

♪ You break everything

♪ A grief in an ocean

♪ She'll rise once again