Original subtitles

Oh, yeah, baby

I know what you on about.

And they say it's all about the benjamins?

The benjamins can't buy you love, baby.

Word.

♪ Mmm no ♪

♪ Money buys the penthouse ♪

♪ On the 14th floor ♪

♪ Money keeps your woman ♪

♪ Comin' back for more ♪

♪ Money drives a Lexus ♪

♪ But it ain't got no walk ♪

♪ Money speaks no evil ♪

♪ But my money talks ♪

♪ Don't let money make you ♪ ♪ Money can't buy you love ♪

♪ Ooo ♪ ♪ It can't buy you love ♪

♪ Don't let money fool you ♪ ♪ Money can't buy you love ♪

♪ Buy you love ♪ ♪ Don't let money break you ♪

♪ Money can't buy you love ♪

♪ It can't buy you love ♪

♪ Money money ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I I know that money money money money money ♪

♪ Money's no good ♪ ♪ Money buys you love ♪

♪ And money takes it all away ♪

♪ Take it all away yeah ♪

♪ Money buys you love ♪ and money takes it all away ♪

♪ Say it one more time ♪

♪ Money buys you love ♪

♪ And money takes it all away ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Don't let money make you ♪

♪ Don't let it make you no no people ♪

♪ Don't let money fool you ♪

♪ If it old it stains ♪

♪ If it new it cuts your finger ♪

♪ Yeah yeah ah ahh ♪

♪ Can we get a witness? ♪♪

My name is Diana Armstrong...

but my stage name was Diamond.

I worked at the Players Club four years before it burnt down

and to tell you the truth, I'm glad it's gone.

Back when I was a senior in high school

all I wanted to do was attend a famous black college

and study journalism.

But my father had different plans for my life.

You are not going to one of those nigger colleges!

You have the opportunity to go upstate

to a good college, missy, and that is where you are going!

No, I'm not! That's where you want me to go!

- I'm going to Southern tech! - No, you are not!

- Yes, I am! - Not with my goddamn money!

- Jim... - You are not!

We don't need yo' money! We don't need nothin' from you!

Oh, you-you-you must think you grown, huh?

You think you got this whole world figured out.

Well, if you are that grown

you need to get the hell out of this house!

Get out there and get a house of your own!

No! She is not goin' anywhere!

That's right, and don't come back

till you get some sense in you! Let her go!

'Don't pay attention to what he says!'

Now, Diana, he'll calm down.

Just wait. Honey!

You got that baby!

- Do you hear me talkin' to you? - No. Mama, I gone!

So to show him, I got me a little apartment

with my baby's father, and it was all good..

...until he needed his space

whatever the fuck that means.

So instead of checking into Southern tech that semester

I had to deal with the real world.

That's when I met Tricks and Ronnie.

Ey, ain't you supposed to help me try these on?

- You need help to put those on? - Yep.

'I ain't trying to get in your business or nothin''

but can I ask a question?

Mm, what?

How much money you make working here?

- I make enough. - Enough to do what?

They couldn't pay me enough

to smell motherfuckers' feet all day.

That's right.

'You could be making a lot more money'

then what you're making up in here

if you would just use what you got to get what you want

and stop messing with this chump change.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Just what it sound like.

Don't be stupid, girl.

Use what God gave you.

What, y'all some prostitutes?

Hey, hell no. We dancers.

Dancers. Where y'all dance at?

The Players Club.

The Players Club?

The Players Club was owned

by this low-life named "Dollar Bill"

always in debt.

He was the one that gave me the name Diamond.

He said 'cause my face was so pretty

but he never really looked at my face.

- Hey, how y'all doing? - Hi. I'm Diana.

Dollar Bill.

Kinda cute.

Yeah...a little makeup..

Fix your hair a little different. Yeah. Yeah.

Turn around. Turn around. Let me see.

- Damn, she got ass. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. You can start tonight if you want to. Yeah.

- I got a caller, baby. - Alright then.

Ooh, they was cheap tonight.

Hey.

'Just quit fuckin' with my shit! Please!'

What's up, new Booty? How you doing?

Nervous.

Don't think I can go out there looking like this.

Yeah, you can. You just gotta learn how to relax.

Look around you. Everybody in here is naked.

Every girl was nervous their first night

but they got used to it.

You drink?

Here. Come on, let me show you something.

Try not to look at the customer, okay?

Just look at yourself in the mirror and dance

real sexy to the music.

Pretend like you're at home in the bathroom by yourself.

- That's it? - That's it.

And drink as much as you can handle as fast as you can.

You might as well get faded.

Hold on.

Ooh!

Where's my money from the party that you did?

I want my money, and I'm not playing with you.

- Well, let's go, ho. - What?

Look, that's exactly what they about to call you upstairs

so you might as well get used to it.

Now, let's go, ho.

When it was my turn to dance

I was shittin' bricks.

I felt like a mouse in a room full of snakes.

[Poison Clan singing "Shake Whatcha Mama Gave Ya"]

♪ You know a nigga be lovin' it ♪

♪ Bring that ass too close I'm up in it ♪

♪ See I'mma get my money's worth bitch ♪

♪ I ain't tryin' to make yo' ass rich ♪

♪ JT with a different kind.. ♪

Hey. What's up?

♪ Shake what ya' mama gave ya ♪

♪ C'mon c'mon say shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ Lemme hear ya say shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ C'mon c'mon say shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ Lemme hear ya say shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ C'mon c'mon c'mon work that shit bitch ♪

♪ Work for this money honey stop fakin' ♪

♪ I wanna see some real booty-shakin' ♪

♪ Slap that ass and make it jiggle ♪

♪ Now shake for a little ♪

♪ Drop to the ground do a split ♪

♪ Bounce up and down like you're ridin' on a dick ♪

Damn, baby! Work that shit!

♪ Bend on over now show that booty hole.. ♪

♪ A nigga be lovin' that wild shit ♪

♪ But just don't stop ♪

♪ I give a hoe $5.. ♪

You want a dance, Miron?

What you waiting on, girl? You better get yo' money.

♪ Bitch shake what ya' mama gave ya ♪

♪ C'mon c'mon shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ Shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ Lemme hear ya say shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ Shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ Shake what ya mama gave ya ♪ ♪ Shake what ya mama gave ya ♪

♪ Lemme hear ya say shake what ya mama gave ya.. ♪♪

My first table dance was the most degrading experience

of my life.

But after a few hours, and a few more drinks

I didn't even worry about it.

The money was fast and easy.

And I needed it.

I tried not to let this club change me, but it has.

You can't park there.

I'm not the same person I was before.

Goddamn it! I said you can't park there!

I walked in a young lady

and came out a woman..

...knowin' a lot more about life.

Like in this business, hounds can be male and female.

And I tried to avoid both.

Excuse you.

'You better watch where you're going!'

I had a four-year hustle plan that was the bomb.

I would go to school in the daytime

and I would pay for it at night.

I got all the way up to my senior year

without getting caught up in any bullshit

the club had to offer.

I had Lance, my new boyfriend.

And my father and I was even speaking again.

Everything was cool.

At least until..

My 18-year-old cousin Ebony moved out here from Tallahassee

a month before finals.

And my mama told her mama I would keep her out of trouble.

I said, "yeah," because she was my favorite little cousin.

- Hi. How are you? - Hi.

Oh, I'm fine.

Look at you.

Come on in. Give me your stuff.

Lance, this is my cousin Ebony.

- Ebony, that's Lance. - How you doing?

After seeing my new apartment, she asked

if she could work with me at the Players Club.

'Stripping business started in Africa.'

'Long time ago, long, long, long time ago'

'white men went to Africa.'

'And he saw all these bootiful black women'

walking around, singing

dancing, working, living..

...in the nude. Bucket nekkids.

You could see they public hairs.

'This white man went from village to village'

to seek out these bootiful black women.

Watching them perform... in the nude.

Titties! Asses...for free.

'White man got a idea.'

'He figure he gonna go back to Europe, right?'

Full of shit.

'And start the same type of business'

'take away from my black womens.'

Try to get those white bitches

to dance the same identical way.

Huh? But to no avail.

Heh. Wasn't no shame in our black women.

Wasn't no shame in them walking around bucket nekkid.

So he went over to Europe, tried to start the same thing.

But it didn't happen.

Those white bitches told him the most bootiful words

you ever wanna hear in our profession.

What she say?

Baby, those white bitches looked at that white man

dead in the eye, and told him, "Fuck that. Pay me."

- That's why I get 30%. - When can I start?

Immediately.

Ebony jumped head-first into this lifestyle.

She would stay out all night.

And I would have to spend all morning looking for her.

Hey, girl.

Have you seen my cousin?

See you tomorrow, man. You got your bag?

Yeah, I got it. Bye, mama.

Bye. Don't forget.

Don't tell your grandmother Ebony didn't come home

last night, okay?

I know, I know.

And don't tell her she works at the club either.

Right. Okay, very good. Give me a hug.

Okay.

See you later.

Bye, mama.

Hi, sweetheart.

- Grandma! Grandma, I'm here! - That's my pudding.

Come inside. I made you some chocolate chip cookies.

- Wake up, Dollar Bill! - Ohh!

Shut up! Shut up.

Now, you open your mouth wide and say, "Ahh."

- Mmm. - Open your mouth, nigga!

Now what we have here is a failure to recompensate.

Hold this.

Hold the damn gun!

Don't jerk your head. Got a hair trigger.

William dollar. You own the Players Club.

You borrowed $60,000 from St. Louis.

You haven't made one payment yet.

Mr. St. Louis is coming to your club

and he wants a payment of $10,000.

Now, if you don't pay him, he don't pay me

and I'm gonna take that real personal

and I'm gonna come and get you.

I'm supposed to get some pussy tonight.

Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.

You make that payment..

...or listen for the pop.

- Maybe I should just.. Bam! - No, no, no!

- Boom! - No! No! No! No!

It's gonna be a pop, fool.

[groans]

Oh, my mama.

[Camp 813 singing "Show Me The Money"]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me. Are you motherfuckers dancers?

- No? - Y'all need to close the door.

And step behind the line, I ain't letting..

I ain't letting nobody in yet, partner.

- Hey, what's up? - What's up, L'il Man?

Why you trippin'?

I mean don't you remember me from last weekend?

- Yeah, yeah. I remember you. - What's up, man?

You that motherfucker they caught jacking off

in the bathroom, huh?

You need to wait over there, man.

You know that's the Jack-off line over there.

- Hey, man, what's up? - Beat-your-meat section.

[intense music]

L'il Man.

Come here.

[chuckles nervously] Brooklyn, K.C. W-w-what's up?

St. Louis wants to talk to you.

Nigga, you know the routine.

Stick your head in the window.

Man, I can hear you from here, man.

What?

I said I can hear you from here.

Nigga, I think you better stick your head in this window

unless that suit you got on

is made of Kevlar or some shit.

Put your head in the motherfucking car, nigga.

I don't be going for this, you rolling me up

all in your window. Aah.

'St. Louis, what's up?'

Tell Dollar Bill... to bring me my money.

He ain't in there, man. He went to the airport.

He went to go pick these girls up, man.

He should be back about 11:00 or 11:30.

What you saying, man? He ain't in there waiting on me?

'No, man. He went to the airport.'

You better not be lying.

I'll get out this motherfucking car

and kick your ass myself.

Man, I ain't lying, man. He went to the airport, man.

You tell Dollar Bill

He need to get at me, man, asap.

I'll tell him as soon as he get back.

Shit, man, let me out.

- Damn. - 'Let him out.'

We'll be back, you little fucker.

(St. Louis) Better have my 60 G's.

Fucker don't scare me.

You're lucky there's three of y'all!

(St. Louis) 'Send them fools in.'

Hey, Reg, they just gave us the holler.

Let's roll up in here.

- His name's Dollar? - Dollar Bill. Yo.

He the number one player down here.

Let's go in and handle this business.

See if we can't break you off a lil' some-something.

You wouldn't even know how to handle it.

- What's up, L'il Man? - What's up?

This dick.

[upbeat music]

- Hey, Diamond, what's up? - What's up?

- I'm gonna go holler at Dollar. - Okay.

Hey, Diamond. Come here, girl.

- You want something to drink? - Mm-mm.

You know I don't drink no more.

That's right.

Girl, good for you.

Look..

You talk to your cousin today?

Nah. She didn't come home last night.

- Mmm. - What happened?

I'll let her tell you.

But you know she was with Ronnie and Tricks

and you know how they get down.

'You should have never told nobody that was your cousin.'

You know they was gonna try her.

I'm supposed to keep her out of trouble.

Is she here yet?

Downstairs.

I'll see you.

- Hey, Diamond. - Hey.

I just don't think it's fair that you charge me

25% interest on the money that you loan me

'when you already take 30% out of my check.'

You know, I ain't got no G-string.

And I ain't out there makin' no tips, you know.

Welcome to the stripping game, partner.

Look, you ain't nothing. All you do is spin records.

That's all you do.

Who you think you is, DJ Quik, huh?

- No, I ain't-- - Kid Capri? Huh?

Oh, you must be Jimmy Walker.

Blue, you ain't nothin'.

You don't deserve nothin', you don't get nothin'.

'You get what I give you, I got a contract betwinxt me and you'

that say you do what I tell you to do.

Therefore, shut the fuck, don't say nothin'.

Don't speak to me. Don't look at me.

'I'll tell you what.'

You better go on back out there

and get out my face before you get swole.

Yes, well, hey, look, Dollar, I ain't trying--

'Hey for horses. Hey for horses.'

Come here, muscle you, nothin' like that. I ain't trying--

I'll tell you something.

Blue, if I raise up, gonna be trouble.

Trouble. Go walk it off.

[grumbling]

- Punk. - Fetus.

- Say, man, they came. - Who?

What, they leave somebody out there?

Nah, man. I told 'em you went to the airport and they left.

Good, good, good. That's good thinking.

Ooh, you was quick, quick. You was good on your feet that time.

But listen, go back out there and leave that side door open

to make sure in case I gotta do something real quick.

- Now, go on. You did good. - Hey, you gonna ever pay 'em?

Do what I tell you! Don't matter when I pay!

Keep your eyes open in case something transpire!

I'm Dollar Bill! Chi-Town!

Pay no country boy nothin'!

[squeaking] Nothin'. Whoo.

Nervous.

Dollar Bill.

Whoo.

Shit. Those damn girls better be onstage.

I'm Dollar Bill.

I wish I would've never got this nigga name tattooed on me.

What the fuck y'all doing down here?

I got a house full of people upstairs!

I'm losin' doggone money like a cancer patient losin' weight!

You sittin' down here bullshittin'

and when you bullshit, you mess with my percentage!

You better get upstairs and shake some ass up there!

Where the hell is Diamond?

Well, you go and tell Diamond to get her funky ass upstairs

'cause she up first. And I want my doggone percentage.

Ain't no moonlighting round here!

You think I didn't know anything about it

but Dollar know everything about it!

So if you don't have my money, I'm gonna.. Mmm.

[sighs]

So, uh..

What happened to you last night?

I made me some money.

Oh, yeah. That's nice.

But all money ain't good money.

So how you make yours?

[scoffs] Well..

Ronnie and Tricks came up to me last night

and asked if I wanted to make some extra money.

They said they knew some people giving a party at the Belmont

and they wanted some dancers, so I went.

But I heard it wasn't no males there.

It was just females.

- Yeah. - Uh-huh.

So, uh, what'd you do?

I danced for 'em. They was paying.

That's all you did, was just dance?

'That's it.'

[chuckles] Whatever.

- That's what happened. - I told you about them two.

- Yeah, I know. - You know?

Ebony, you really need to slow your roll down.

You movin' way too fast.

Trust me.

Better watch that big ol' thang.

What's up, shorty?

Hi.

Come here and let me holler at you.

Shit.

Nah. She gotta go upstairs.

'Don't you?'

Yeah, I gotta go upstairs.

Hey, hey, hey. Look here, look here.

First of all, I wanna welcome all y'all

broke-ass, entrepo-niggas to the Players Club.

Look, look here now, we got a two drink minimum

and water don't count.

And for a mere $10

you can have the ladies of your wet dreams

to come and give you a personal table dance.

'Now if you looking for some fine asses'

'you need to keep on looking.'

But if you're looking for the hos with bullet holes

cigarette burns, and stab wounds

you in the right goddamn spot.

And it all goes down here at the Players Club.

[upbeat music]

Miron, can I just do one dance?

No, thank you.

What you want, Joe? Some slim fast?

Nah. No slim fast, baby.

I want some henn. Doggy dog.

And I want the shit you be drinkin' on

not that watered down shit you be trying to serve us.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

These hos is tired.

My last time coming here, dude.

Tsk. Hey, dog, I'm a lifetime member up in here, boy.

Just chill out, 'cause Brooklyn told us to page him

when we see Dollar Bill, so, you know, just

lay up in the cut. Damn.

Hey, Tricks, bring your old ass over here.

Hey, check it out.

I'll gladly pay you Tuesday

for a table dance today.

Shit.

- 'Oh, girl!' - 'Whoo! Awoo!'

Hey, hey, hey. Calm down now.

We got something special for y'all. Calm down.

Coming to the stage is one of the finest ladies

here at the Players Club. She goes by the name of Diamond.

Now, in this case, she's a man's best friend.

Now, y'all know she got bills to pay.

So come out your pockets and quit being so cheap.

[instrumental music]

♪ What's up baby? ♪

♪ Come here ♪

[cheering and applause]

♪ I wanna taste you ♪

♪ And I know you're gonna like it ♪

♪ So are you ready? ♪

♪ I love the way your body feels next to mine ♪

♪ Listen let me explain ♪

♪ Temperature's rising ♪

♪ And your body's yearning ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ So come on baby ♪

♪ Girl lay it on me ♪

♪ I'll place no one above thee ♪

♪ Ohh take me ♪

♪ To your ecstasy ♪

♪ It seems like you're ready ♪

♪ Seems like you're ready ♪

♪ Seems like you're ready ♪

♪ Girl are you ready? ♪

♪ To go all the way ♪

♪ All the way ♪

♪ It seems like you're ready ♪

♪ Seems like you're ready ♪

♪ Seems like you're ready.. ♪♪

[gasps] Oh! You scared me, Lance.

(Lance) 'I wanted to go out tonight.'

What you doing sitting up in the dark?

How'd you get in here?

Your cousin let me in.

I told you Tuesday that I wanted to go out tonight.

- Today is Thursday. - 'I know what day it is.'

'Every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday'

'Saturday, it's the same thing.'

You'd rather shake your ass in front of some strangers

than spend some time with your man.

That's not true. You know I'd rather be with you.

Yeah, well, you don't act like it.

And look, when you going to quit working at that dumb-ass club?

Because I'm telling you I'm getting fed up with this.

Oh, was it a dumb-ass club when I met you there?

[sighs]

(Ebony) Hey.

Don't you think you want to put some clothes on?

For what? Lance? He ain't nobody.

Hmm.

(Diamond) Come on. Let's go in my room.

Come on.

Hey.

[laughs]

So, what do we do

when our mainstream media

quotes our tabloid media?

What do we do? Yes.

Investigate the subject for yourself.

Don't trust anyone's research but your own.

Always question the information you receive.

'If it is, in fact, the truth then it should be able to'

withstand the test of investigation.

Don't forget, review chapters 27 and 54..

The big day is coming.

[Bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

Miss Armstrong.

Miss Armstrong.

- Wake up! - Mmh. I am up.

How do you expect to pass your finals

if you sleep through every one of my lectures?

- Oh, I'm going to pass. - How?

Someone slid you a copy of the test or something?

No. I'm not going to cheat.

And how do I know that?

Because I don't trust anybody's information but my own.

- 'Very good.' - I told you I was up.

Well, you better be.

I haven't helped you make it this far for you to mess up now.

Do you think you can get more rest?

Good. Just don't get it in my classroom.

[instrumental music]

[keys jingling]

[intense music]

- Damn. - Keys, please.

- W-w-w-w.. - Keys, please.

- What up, man? - This is what's up, nigga.

We tired of playing with your ass, nigga.

Today, you're going to die.

Ohh!

[groaning]

[snoring]

That motherfucker asleep. Let him drop.

Uhh! Shit!

[upbeat music]

(Brooklyn) So, what are we supposed to do, man?

Torture him and kill him or just kill him?

(K.C.) 'Shit. Torture his ass.'

'Dead man don't pay no bills, you understand what I'm saying?'

That's why you take a vise grip, and you pull out his teeth.

Then you take a ice pick, you know, and stick the nigga

in his kneecaps, cut his eyelids off

and just keep taking his picture.

You do whatever you got to do to get paid.

[tire blows]

- Whoa! What was that? - Pull over.

[music continues]

Well?

Look in there and get the, get the key for the spare, man.

Damn.

Alright, well..

Yo, man, what if this cat wake up, man?

What you think? We knock his ass back out.

Open it up.

[laughs] Alright, on three.

One...two..

...three.

[Dollar Bill snoring]

[laughing]

Sleeping like a baby.

Help me move his big ass around.

Come on now, dear honey.

- Let me get your foot up there. - Damn, this boy is heavy.

He got some big old feet, too.

What the hell you doing, man?

Look, look, look.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Brooklyn: Shit.

[Dollar Bill grunts]

What y'all doing with Dollar's car, man?

- Nothin'. - Nothin'?

Sure don't look like nothin'.

Hey, man, he owed us some money.

He gave us the car, we caught a flat.

You all expect us to believe that?

Yeah, well, look.

- What? - Go on and open the trunk.

Get the spare out, and we'll help you with the tire.

- Hell, no. Naw. - Ain't no spare in there.

I already just finished checking.

Tell you what, though take us down the block

to the pay phone. I'll call my uncle up.

He'll straighten everything out.

Y'all don't want us to call AAA?

Hell, no. My uncle owns his own tow truck company.

Yep.

- I smell a rat here. - I smell it too.

This punk I been knowing since the tenth grade.

Something's going down, man. I don't know.

I really don't trust this banana motherfucker.

Let's just bring them in. See if they got warrants.

- Come on. Step to the car. - Come on.

We're taking y'all in. See if you got any warrants.

- Come on! Come on! - What?

Drop you off at a fashion show, nigga.

Hey, Peters, you know, in high school

I actually thought you was a punk ass bitch

but you turned out to be pretty cool.

[laughing]

- Get in the car, man. - I am, fat ass.

- Hey, uh, wait a minute. - Watch my foot!

(Brooklyn) 'Hey, yo, Freeman. Freeman.'

'Yo, Freeman, I told you there ain't no spare in there, man.'

'It's empty, man.'

Take some of that bass out your voice, bitch.

You just forgot your keys, you dumb ass.

Mmm.

(Brooklyn) This is police brutality, man.

(K.C.) And I didn't even get to lock the doors.

Hey! Hey!

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

I'm gonna pay St. Louis next week. I swear I am.

On the third. Come on, man, let me out of here!

I got insomnia!

Ohh! They going to kill me.

Ohh! I got to shit, man, so bad.

I got to shit so bad, man. I'm nervous. I'm nervous!

I'm nervous.

[siren wailing]

[instrumental music]

[grunts]

Come on, nigga. This ain't nothin' new. Come on.

[groans]

Put your hands on your head, man. Come on.

Hey, man, watch my nuts, man.

Where's your boss?

I don't know, man. He ain't in there.

Come on, man. Don't make us have to search this place.

Why not, man, y'all search it

three or four times a week anyway.

I mean, if y'all want to see some ass

y'all should pay just like everybody else.

Watch your tone

and keep your hands on your head.

We heard y'all been running prostitutes up in there

through these bachelor parties, huh?

Somebody lied to you.

Ain't nobody lied to us.

Now watch your tone

and keep your hands on your head.

Now, if you see your boy Dollar Bill

tell him he's got some warrants.

You know, we never did like his punk ass.

And we never did like your punk ass.

So...watch your tone

and keep your hands on your head.

- Can I ask y'all a question? - What?

Was y'all fags in high school

or did y'all wait until you got on the police force?

And you have anybody ever told you

you look just like the father from "Good Times?"

Take this with you, short man.

One to grow on.

[Freeman and Peters laughs]

Chili shit.

'Tell your mama to quit paging me.'

That's alright. That's why you ain't got no neck.

Can't use nothin' but head and shoulders.

Fat boy.

[upbeat music]

[crowd cheering]

(Blue) That's my nigga, Ronnie.

Yeah, she's a cowgirl

but she likes hanging with the cowboys.

- 'She's a little twisted.' - Fuck you!

'Aw, fuck yourself. You know how to do it better.'

'Anyway, fellas, we got coming to the stage'

'we got a veteran. She started out dancing in the late 1800s.'

She was a premier dancer in the underground railroad

back when Kunta Kinte was big ballin' and shot callin'.

Everybody says that tricks is for kids

and she got four of them motherfuckers

so give it up for Tricks.

[Frank Ski and Al McLaren singing "Whores in the House"]

[crowd booing]

- Woof! Woof! - Hallelujah!

Yeah!

Y'all ain't shit!

Your mamas ain't shit, and your babies ain't gonna be shit!

Fuck all, y'all with a-a sick dick!

Fuck y'all!

You tell 'em, baby. Here you go, honey.

You shake it. That's the shit!

That's the sh..

'I love you, Tricks!'

- Hey, girl. - Hey.

(Blue) Hey, what up?

Hey, hey. It's kind of slow, huh?

Yeah. I didn't even think you was coming in tonight.

You're not dancing, are you?

Nah. I came up here to look for Ebony.

I am...drunk.

Tricks, what it look like out there?

Some old broke-ass, ignorant-ass thirsty niggas.

Nothin' new. Don't even waste your time.

I'm about to go to the waffle house.

Get a bitch a sandwich or something.

[both laugh]

You doing Junior bachelor party, right?

Me?

Who is Junior?

That's my little brother.

That's her brother and his little friends.

You going to know everybody there.

- Are you going to do it? - Yeah. I need some money.

Alright. When it is?

I'll let you know. Hey..

- Good lookin' out. - You hooking me up.

- That's right. - 'That's right, young stuff.'

You better make that money long as you can.

You ain't going to have that body forever.

Trust me.

- 'Tricks, you silly, man.' - 'Stups, I swear.'

[clears throat]

- Stupid. Stupid. - Excuse me.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Naw.

I fin to go upstairs and get me a table dance.

Not everybody got regular customers.

[laughs]

Big-headed ho.

This fool don't never come to his own club.

Would you, with this raggedy-ass shit?

[instrumental music]

Let me get a dance.

Girl, ain't nobody about to pay for no drunk-ass

table dance from you.

Yeah. You can't clap your booty like your cousin.

- She can get paid. - Is that right?

Damn skippy. We ain't paying for no damn dance.

- Ain't that right, Reg? - Nope.

Get your little bony ass out of here.

Then what will you pay for?

[Footsteps]

[snoring]

I knew K.C. and Brooklyn were full of shit.

- Wake up. - Come on, wake up, man.

Oh, Lord. Peters. Freeman!

They tried to kill me, man. I'm so glad to see you.

Man, you just don't know.

Well, we glad to see you, too, man. You're under arrest.

- For what? -b You got warrants, big baby.

Come on, player! Ha ha! Bring that ass on.

We going to pull a train on this nigga. Choo-choo!

Damn. Calm down, man.

Your little cousin's a ho.

- Which way? - That way.

And I'm telling Dollar Bill, too

'because this ain't no damn ho house!'

Lookie here, lookie here.

[grunts]

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Y'all don't want to see me dance inside

but y'all want to take me home?

Hell, yeah. Shit.

Dancing and fucking is two different things.

Ain't that right, Reg? Your ass is ours.

(Ebony) 'Hey, wait.'

Alright.

No. No. Get out the car, girl.

- They going to rape you. - What are you talking about?

Ain't nobody going to rape nobody.

You better get the hell away from this car.

No. Let her out the car first.

Who you think you is, super-save-a-ho?

It's cool, Diamond. I'll be right back.

Look, no, it's not. Get out. Get out now.

(Clyde) 'Damn.'

Girl, you better get away from this car.

Just because she ain't all stuck-up like you.

[clicks tongue]

[sighs]

Naw. Let me out.

What? I thought you was going with us.

Naw, I can't.

Okay, now, she said let her out.

Let her out before I call the police on y'all.

Old cock-blocking-ass bitch.

- Damn! - Get your ass out the car!

- Get out! Hurry up. - Trick.

Get your G-string ass out of here. Get on!

- Get out! - Fuck these hos, man.

For all that money..

We'll get that ass next time.

I'm trying to.

Look at you. No, you don't.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Let me talk to you.

Look at you.

God! What is wrong with you?

Why'd you try to leave the club with them fools?

They just wanted me to dance for them.

They can see you dance inside.

Look at you. You all drunk and shit.

What, you was going to let them run a train on you?

No. No. You overreacting as usual, Diamond.

Oh, I'm overreacting? No, you trippin'.

How am I supposed to watch you when you keep trying

to leave the club all the time?

Watch me? Wait a minute, now.

You supposed to be watching me?

Who told you to watch me?

Was it my mama?

- Huh? - Yeah.

She told me to make sure you stay out of trouble here

and I told her I would.

[laughs]

Well, for you and my mama's information

I don't need nobody watching me. I'm grown.

I been watching myself for a long motherfucking time now

and if I want to make some extra money on the side

that's my business, not yours.

It's your business. You right.

But what you trying to do, make a career of this?

Maybe.

Everybody can't go to college.

Some of us got to use what we got to get what we want.

Oh, please. Don't give me none of them Ronnie ho quotes.

Just stay professional, you only been here three weeks

and you already getting sucked up into this bullsh--

- Sucked up? - Yes.

You already caught up, so what's the difference?

I know what happened between you and Ronnie.

Mmm. Mmm. They told me.

[chuckles]

I'm fin to go back inside.

[scoffs]

Oh.

Don't have to worry about me.

I'll find a ride home.

[instrumental music]

Ebony.

Make the money.

Don't let it make you.

[sighs]

(Tricks) He crazy.

(Ronnie) So, what's up? What else you want to see?

- Whoo! - He want to see you go down.

[chuckles] How much?

[chuckles] 600.

No problem.

[dramatic music]

(Tricks) 'Make sure you give them their money's worth, girl.'

Drunk bitch.

Why don't you put that crossword puzzle away

and come on upstairs early?

[chuckles] You wish.

I'm back. I didn't feel like working tonight.

Is Ebony working at that club with you?

- No. Who told you that? - Jamal.

He told me she was dancing with you.

You call that dancing?

She come by the club a few times, mama

but she don't work there.

You call that work?

Don't start with me tonight, daddy. Dang!

Uhh. Excuses, excuses.

(Mrs. Armstrong) 'I hope you don't have that little girl'

working in that club with you.

It's bad enough you doing it. My sister would have a fit.

'I can hear her mouth now.'

Well, mama, I wish the next time

you volunteer my house to your sister's kids

you ask me first.

Well, excuse me, miss thing.

I thought she was your favorite cousin.

- Hmm. - 'Look, Diana..'

Sometimes family has to help family.

Just like you dropping Jamal off here every other night.

'Just keep her away from that bar.'

I don't want to hear nothin'

about her being in that bar.

Mama, I can't stop her from doing what she want to do.

Well, you better find a way.

Look...I know what your cousin

probably been telling you about me.

This ain't the same thing.

I worked with these people before

and you my protege

so I know you'll blow their fucking minds.

So what's up, rookie?

You trying to get money or what?

- Yeah. - Well, what you waiting on?

The Players Club?

I mean, don't get me wrong. It's cool.

Getting those trick-ass niggas to pay you $10

to see you dance naked

but me and you both know

sometimes you got to work too hard for that $10.

They be wanting you to do too much.

"Bend over."

"Spread your legs. Stick your butt out."

"Come on, back end bounce for me."

[laughs]

'Nigga, what? All of that for $10?'

You can stick it out at the Players Club if you want to.

You going to mess around and be just like Diamond's ass.

Four years going to be done passed you by

and you going to be riding around in a Honda accord.

[clicks tongue]

You scary as hell.

- You bony. - Aw. Tsk.

You probably only going to make enough money

to buy yourself a Honda civic.

I'mma tell you the truth

'cause I'm tired of fucking around with you.

In this business, closed legs don't get fed

and it's as simple as that.

Um.. It-it's men up there, right? No women?

Look...I'm not trying to turn you out.

I'm just trying to turn you on to some game.

[upbeat music]

Hey, baby, how you doing? How you been?

(male #2) 'Great. I can't complain.'

'The wife's still a pain in the ass, though.'

'Now, listen, I've cleared everything with Dollar Bill.'

'Tricks is already here, but the boys been waiting'

'on you all night.'

Good, I hope they brought some money with them

'cause I brought a new moneymaker with me.

- 'Alright.' - So, where we changing?

'Oh, right upstairs. Come on in.'

Come in, girl.

[music continues]

- Whoo-hoo! - Yes, that's right.

Show me the money, baby.

I'm glad Tricks brought the right outfit.

Girl, what the fuck is this shit?

It's the party.

No shit, the party. They the police.

I ain't fin to dance in front of them old-ass white folk.

Hey, Ebony, you trippin'.

Them white folks got green money.

Get dressed, alright?

[indistinct chatter in distance]

Alright, you white motherfuckers.

All eyes on me.

If I catch you looking at anything else

I'm going to beat your ass like a runaway slave.

[men laugh]

Start the music.

[upbeat music]

[all cheering]

[men yelling]

Get it in there!

(Ronnie) Look I ain't taking nothin' off

until you motherfuckers give me some more money.

[men yelling]

Stop the goddamn music.

Hey! What the fuck are you doing?

Didn't I say all eyes on me?

- Yes, ma'am. - Bring your ass over here.

[men laughing]

You think you special or something?

No, ma'am.

You think you better than everybody up in here?

- No, ma'am. - Oh, I get it.

You think because you a lowlife pig

you too good to watch me.

- No, ma'am. - You know what?

Everytime I come into this motherfucking place

you are the same one starting problems.

So you know what that means, don't you?

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah. Assume the fucking position.

Yes, ma'am!

[men laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Yeah! - Oh, my God.

Oh, boy.

[panting]

You better sound off, too.

- Say it loud! - Ohh!

- I'm black, and I'm proud! - Yeah. Say it loud!

Ohh! I'm black, and I'm proud!

One more time for Rodney King.

- Say it loud! - Aah!

I'm black, and I'm proud!

- Uhh. - Yeah.

You lucky it's black history month

or it would've been a lot worse.

- Who else wants some? - Me! Me! Me!

- Alright, then. Bye. - Alright, girl.

[humming]

(Diamond) 'I'm tired of it, Lance! I'm tired!'

'Everybody and then mama got something to say about my job!'

(Lance) 'Well, they should be telling you something!'

(Diamond) 'Telling me what? They know what's best for me and Jamal?'

(Lance) 'I'm not talking about Jamal.'

'I'm your man, so I know what's best for you.'

(Diamond) 'What? Don't nobody know what's best for me.'

'My damn daddy don't even know what's best for me!'

(Lance) 'Girl, you got my homies clowning me and shit!'

'Man, they can see you anytime they want!'

(Diamond) 'So what? I'm trying to go to school.'

'I don't give a fuck about your homeboys.'

(Lance) 'Look, look, I'm tired of arguing about this.'

'What you going to do?'

(Diamond) 'Why do you keep asking me what I'm going to do?'

(Lance) 'Just what it sound like. What you going to do?'

'Either you stop stripping, or I'm gone.'

(Diamond) 'Bye.'

Bye, Lance.

[door opens]

[door slams]

That's true. You know what I'm saying?

Alright.

[indistinct chatter]

- What you think? - I think I need a smaller size.

- What you think? - Um.. No. Well..

- Let me see. - Yeah, that's her.

She work up at the Players Club.

Maybe we'll go one size smaller.

Yeah.

Okay.

Here is your receipt.

And good luck with your final exams.

- Thank you. - Next.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

- Your name is Diamond, huh? - Yeah.

Well, Diamond, word on the street is that

you out there dancing butt naked at the Players Club.

'Well, look here, me and my boys was wondering'

if, uh, you could break us off a little lunch table dance.

Aw, she ain't nothin' but a little strip ho anyway.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music]

[people laughing]

(L'il Man) 'Come on, Brooklyn, this ain't funny.'

'Come on, man.'

This ain't right, man. This is cold, man.

Come on. Y'all petty.

Man, y'all trippin', man.

He gonna pay y'all.

My neck is hurtin'.

- 'Right here.' - Unh-unh.

You want me to blow your goddamn head off, L'il Man?

Man, no. Man, look, I swear, man.

He got arrested today, man, by-by Freeman and Peters.

Tricks went to go get him about, about 45 minutes ago.

Man, speed this motherfucker up.

'Go around one more time.'

[tires screeching]

(L'il Man) Man! Man, come on, man!

I swear, man, I put that on everything I love, man.

He's not in there. I swear to God!

Motherfucker, stop!

'Come on!'

I want you to listen to me, L'il Man

and I want you to listen to me real good.

You tell black-ass he better not make me

'get out this goddamn car.'

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

Yes, yes, sir.

- 'Brooklyn.' - Yeah, what up, boss?

(St. Louis) 'Do something to make me feel better.'

[chuckles] I thought you'd never ask.

(L'il Man) 'What you gonna do to make him feel better, man?'

'Come on, man. I don't owe you the money.'

I told you we'd be back.

[L'il Man screaming]

'We out.'

[laughing]

That's what you get for not letting us in, you little punk.

Man, fuck, y'all!

[laughter]

Look at him. He look like Rudolph.

Say, man. St. Louis and them, man, they just left.

Man, you gotta pay 'em. Look what Brooklyn done to my nose.

- Diz-amn. - Look, man..

B-B-Blue came late, man.

He had a meeting with them people from V103.

That's right, I'm telling. Shit been crazy around here.

Okay, okay, you just stay here and keep your eyes

on the front door, man. I got a situation.

- Hey, man-- - Keep your eyes open, man.

Hey, you should hurry up and pay him

before somebody get hurt.

- Let us in or what? - Go home.

[upbeat music]

(Clyde) Get it, get it! Get it, get it!

Get on that ass, come on!

Where my tits at? Put some tits in this ass.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Come on, Doodoo Brown, yeah, yeah, Doodoo Brown.

(XL) Get your butt off the stage!

[indistinct cheering]

(male #3) Come on. Get off the stage, man!

Come on! Get off the stage! Get off the stage!

Come here, man. You ain't coming here no more.

Now get out of here!

Did you tell him that I called?

[sniffles] Okay. I'll call back.

Damn. Can y'all spray something? It stink up in here.

It's probably you.

What's up, Diamond?

I'm sick of this place.

What happened?

Me and Lance broke up this morning.

Girl, why are you trippin'?

You know you can't keep no nigga

working up in here.

- Why is that? - You know why.

Don't nobody want to turn a ho into a housewife.

I'm not calling you a ho, okay?

But it's not about what you are.

It's about what they think you are.

What they friends and they mamas think

and you know everybody got something to say.

That's what I'm talking about. Everybody got something to say.

People in school got something to say.

My family got something to say.

Ebony's all out of control.

I don't know what to do.

- Where is Ebony? - I don't know.

She didn't wanna come here tonight.

Oh.

Well, look, don't quit school, alright?

You finish your schoolin' and graduate.

They're gonna be kissing your ass when you're through.

Fuck what everybody got to say.

You gonna be alright?

Yeah, I'll be alright.

[exhales]

- Excuse me. - No. Excuse me.

Hey.

Ask Ebony if she's still gonna do

Junior's bachelor party for me.

[chuckles]

[upbeat music]

Bitch.

Mmm, it's starting to smell like aqua boogie

up in this motherfucker. Straight fish and chips.

I don't know whether to spin a record

or break out the tartar sauce.

Look, we're gonna take a pause for the cause.

The ladies are gonna go air out them asses

'and put them G-strings on ice, alright?'

'Kibbles and tits, kibbles and tits.'

[indistinct chatter]

(L'il Man) Here we go. Broke niggas with money.

- Y'all cannot park here. - Yeah, man, we know.

Look, I got Luke and some of his friends in the limo.

They want to know if they can attend your club tonight.

Man, I don't care what you do.

Alright, you roll up here trying to sound all proper

but you still got to pay.

- You gonna make us pay? - Hell, yeah.

I don't care who in the back.

Now.. You can't park here. You can't get in free.

- Now what? - How much, big man?

$10 plus a two drink minimum.

And don't be gettin' smart.

Rich-ass motherfuckers.

Y'all always trying to get something.. I hate you niggas.

Oh, damn, it was really Luke. What's up, Luke?

- What's up, man? - Hey, me so horny, too.

- You look horny. - Alright.

Luke and the too little crew.

Y'all don't be in there talking shit

and don't be fuckin' with the girls

and don't be lettin' 'em see all that gold

in your mouth.

The hair on your chest look like taco meat.

It's alright, though. I love you. Alright.

[Laughs]

You don't scare me, goddamn it.

Move your damn car, man.

[music continues]

Oh, shit. We got Luke in the house.

What's up, big boy?

We'll get some honeys in here, Luke.

♪ Don't stop pop that pussy ♪

♪ Let me see you doo doo brown ♪

♪ I wanna rock I wanna rock I wanna rock I wanna rock ♪

♪ I wanna rock I wanna rock ♪

Hey, Reg, hey, dog.

- There go Luke. - So?

Boy, don't come in here on me like that.

You scared me half to damn death.

- Hey, Luke here. - Luke who?

- "Me So Horny." - The rapper?

Ooh-hoo-hoo.

You know what that mean, of course.

[laughs]

[alarm sounds]

Yeah. Yeah.

♪ Got money money yeah yeah ♪

(Tricks) Alright, girls! Get up. Y'all know what that mean!

There's money upstairs. Come on.

Let's go, let's get it. Big money.

Hey-hey, Vanilla. You wanna do my brother's bachelor party?

It's about to be off the hook.

Who, Junior? Hell, no.

You better get somebody else to do it.

Hey, y'all, wait up.

[indistinct chatter]

Whoo-eee!

Look at all that ass stampede'!

They all greedy.

Dunk the Booty! Dunk the Booty!

That's it. That's it.

Oh!

Oh, me so horny!

Baby, you so damn fat. You get your fat ass up off me.

Thank you. Damn, baby.

Forget you, punk. I don't even like your stuff.

I wouldn't buy a bootleg from your mama, punk.

(Luke) 'Okay. I got me a good woman here.'

Now, you be a real woman next time like this.

Come on, breast feed me, baby.

You want to go in there, don't you?

Nah. I'm alright right here with you.

Man: Hey, professor, what's up, man?

- Miron, I gotta go. - Diamond!

(Miron) 'Why you leavin'?'

Alright.

[music continues]

Oh, what's the matter, baby girl?

- Stop. Don't touch me. - Oh, come on, now, Diamond.

Didn't we start off as friends?

Yeah.

So you'd think we'd be closer than that.

Get back.

You need to stop fighting me, Diamond.

I'm not one of these trick-ass niggas up in here.

- I'm not gonna chase you. - Stop. Come on, now.

- Look, would you stop? - I run this motherfucker.

And anything in here I want, I get.

And that includes you, Diamond.

Girl, move back.

Now, you either gonna give it to me

or I'm gonna take it

just like I did it last time.

You know I don't even get down like that.

(Clyde) 'I don't think you understand, dog.'

That's the Mr. Doodoo Brown man, himself.

I don't care about no Luke.

I make my money just like that fool make his.

Yeah, well, that nigga got more hos and more money than your ass

so...I'm gonna go holler at him.

Clyde, you better not go.. Hey! Clyde!

- Worse than them females. - Uh-huh.

Yo, yo.

Wait, wait, wait.

- Now where you goin'? - Hey, dog.

I'm just trying to say what's up to Luke.

He's trying to relax, man. No autographs.

Hey, look here, dog. Hold up.

Nigga, I don't want no motherfuckin' autograph.

I want them hos up in there.

- Look. - Wait, wait, hold on.

First of all, I buy that fool's records all the time.

He can speak to me. Hey, Luke!

Hey, let me holler at you for a minute!

Look, you gonna have to step back, partner.

- Luke is busy. - Get your hands off of me.

Look, man, he ain't tryin' to meet nobody.

We just came here to relax and have a good time. That's all.

- We don't want no trouble. - Look here, nigga.

I know y'all don't want no motherfucking trouble.

I think I should kick your little ass, nigga.

Punk-ass Miami niggas. Fuck y'all niggas, man.

[groans]

Yeah, very, very impressive. Yeah, impressive.

[cheering]

- Yeah! Miami style, baby. - Holyfield, you go, holyfield.

[grunts]

What's up, what's up?

[clamoring]

[screaming]

[glass shattering]

Yeah, boy! Yeah!

[intense music]

[gunshots]

[people screaming]

(XL) Drop that weapon, Reggie! I'm gonna bust your head!

Get the fuck out of my way! Somebody call the police.

They shootin' upstairs!

[clamoring]

What's up, Tricks?

[screaming]

[engines revving]

Look at my business. Look at my business.

They done fucked up the church's money.

Good evening. I'm Diana Armstrong

and we're live in front of the Players Club

where fools have once again shot up another party.

[laughs]

Shot up the place. You know that's right.

You know there's always somebody on the side

talkin' about "I seen the whole thing.

"There wasn't nobody but Billy Earl and them

actin' crazy." Look here.

- Get on in there. - There you go.

- Bag and everything. - Thank you for walking me.

Uh.. Yeah, I was, uh, I was thinking, though

that maybe I could talk to you, as opposed..

As opposed to screaming over the music all the time.

I.. I could, uh..

Get your, you know, get your number or something.

What?

Well, you always said to say what I feel.

- Right? - Right.

So I feel like you should give me

your phone number.

I can't give you my number, Blue.

Yeah, well, why not?

I just broke up with my boyfriend.

You know how that could go. We just might get back together.

- I ain't trippin'. - But you could give me yours.

Over right here is the home number right at the top

and then the pager's right there

and if Ray-Ray answers at the house

just tell him, you know, to go ahead and put you through.

- Alright. - Alright?

- Alright. Peace. - Bye.

[engine revving]

[Door closes]

[intense music]

- Hey, Diamond. - Miron?

So this is your apartment, huh, Diamond?

- What do you want? - Can I come in?

Hell, no! Don't you ever come to my house again.

I'm gonna call the police on you.

Why? I always make sure you get home safe.

- Oh, my God. - Please, please!

I need time, please! Let me in!

No, no, no!

Diamond, please, just let me in!

No!

I spent a lot of money with you

and you act like I don't even exist!

I need to come in, Diamond!

I need to come in!

Diamond, please, let me in! Let me in, Diamond!

- Don't treat me like this! - Ebony! Ebony!

[pounding on door]

Please. Somebody fo--

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

- No, baby, no! - Let me go! Let me go!

- Be cool. Look, look, Diamond. - Let me go!

- 'Be cool, alright?' - 'Let me go!'

[door slams]

Wait a minute. Just calm down.

- I can explain everything. - Let me go!

- It ain't what you think. - It ain't what I think?

I think you were fucking my cousin in my house!

- 'Alright, alright.' - 'That is what I think!'

Just calm down, okay? I can explain everything.

- I want you out of my house! - No. No, no, no, look, baby.

I came over here to make up with you, alright.

Now I ain't going nowhere until you talk to me.

- Oh! - Just talk to me!

(Lance) 'Look, I came over and Ebony opened up the door'

and she started talking about how she had a crook in her neck

and I said I was gonna help her work it out.

- Diana, be cool! - Get out!

[screams]

[gunshot]

Ah!

[gunshots]

Diana!

[crying]

[doorknob jiggling]

- Open up the door, bitch. - I'm sorry.

[crying] I'm sorry.

'No, you're not sorry. Shut up.'

You're always with somebody's man.

- Open up the door. - No.

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 let you live in my house.

And I should never have brought Lance around you anyway.

That was my fault.

[sobbing]

Why, Ebony? Why?

You know what?

The only reason why I hurt so much

is because I thought you was my family.

I thought you loved me, but I guess you don't.

I'm sorry.

I'll be at my mom's till I find a new place to stay.

[door closes]

Bitch, do you think I was gonna let you get away with that? Huh?

Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house!

(Diamond) Sometimes blood ain't no thicker than water

and sometimes family will bring you down

quicker than strangers.

All this drama.

And finals was right around the corner.

That's a rowdy place where you work.

'I haven't seen you in my class all week.'

Is there a problem?

I had a little bit of a family problem.

I just had to clear my mind.

But now I'm just a little jealous.

You see, the professor did a bit of research of his own.

And it seems that you were able to make

every one of your other classes.

Every one except for mine.

You really hate your job, don't you?

- How you know I hate my job? - Please.

If you could have seen the expression

on your face when I walked in.

Man, I may as well have been your dad or something.

You were out of there.

- I'm sorry. - Don't be.

I understand.

'I talked to a good friend of mine over at BET.'

You should give him a call and see what he's got for you.

Oh, wow, professor. Thank you.

I really appreciate it. Everything you've done for me.

Don't mention it. Just come back and see me sometime.

- First I gotta pass. - Well, you better pass.

See you tomorrow, in class, right?

- In class. - Alright. Goodbye.

Bye.

Thank you.

Yes.

[upbeat music]

Yo, Junior. Your party is whack. You know what I'm saying?

Yo, pop this in.

No, we ain't watchin' no more pornos, man!

[knocking on door]

(male #4) 'Oh, shit. Hey, man, I ain't seen this one.'

You getting married tomorrow, man?

Well, sit your ass down. This is my party.

Now this gots to be the hos.

Hey, where the hos at?

All you had to do was ask me. I'd have paid some hos, nigga.

- 'What's up, y'all?' - What's up? Ain't you comin'?

Ronnie, what's up now, what's up with the strippers?

My people's gettin' restless.

Hold on, alright? Hold on.

Junior, I'm on the phone with her right now.

She trying to get a ride.

Look, since you in here questioning me

I got a question. Where is my money for this?

What, you don't trust your own brother?

No. Now run me my money.

[scoffs] This is my party, and you're charging me.

You're damn skippy.

You're scandalous. Tell that tramp to hurry up.

Hey, you got everybody waiting on you

so you need to jump in a cab and hurry up.

Mama, why you gettin' dressed over here?

'Cause I don't want this guy to know where I live at yet.

Can I stay up and wait for you to get back from work?

Oh, sweetie, no, you can't stay up.

Mommy's not going to work.

So, you, uh, heard about Diana's other boyfriend?

Uh, no, I didn't. What happened?

Don't worry about it. I ask the questions here, okay?

Whatever.

So what do you do at the Players Club?

- Oh, I DJ. Yeah. - You DJ.

Yeah, I-I spin all the records..

That a gun, and, uh..

In the club to make sure everybody is, uh..

...happy. You know.

That's all you do is play records?

Uh, yes, sir.

[gunshot]

Oh! What? Man.

So where are you taking my little girl tonight?

- Your little girl? - Yes.

Oh, right-right. Your little girl.

I was thinking maybe I'd take her out to eat.

Maybe we'll go for a movie or something and..

You're pretty good at what you're doing.

Out to eat and then a movie. What else?

Huh?

'Yeah, I think that's about it.'

Uh, you know, just to the movies and then right back home

Mr. Armstrong.

[chuckles] Hey. Call me Jimmy.

Call you.. Call you Jimmy.

I'll call you Jimmy if that's what you want.

I will call you Jimmy, Mr. Armstrong.

You sure y'all aren't going out to the mozi-wozi?

- The mozi-wozi? - Don't play dumb with me, boy.

- You know what the motel is. - Aw, man.

The motel? No. For what?

For what? I'm not even sleepy. I'm well rested, you know.

Hey, Blue, let me tell you straight up, okay?

Whatever you do to my little daughter

I'm gonna do to you.

[laughs]

Diana!

[rap music]

[knocks on door]

- Damn, baby, it's about time. - Where Ronnie?

She in the room. You must be one of the new ones.

- What's your name? - Ebony.

How you doin', Ebony? I'm Junior.

I'm the one that's getting married tomorrow.

So you gots to be nice to me.

- Come on in. - Oh, yeah, that's her.

Damn.

[indistinct chatter]

- Yo, let me get some of that. - Hey, now!

Hold up, hold up, hold up. This is my party.

Respect the bitches. One of the hos is here, man.

He a fool.

What's up there, shorty?

Ready to finish what we started out at the Players Club?

- No. - No?

N-O, motherfucker. Can't you hear?

Who you talkin' to like you ain't got no sense?

- You. - Come on, come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, hold up, what's happening?

- No, where you going? - No, no, you hold up.

She got to get changed. It'll be a minute.

[men laugh]

Fuck them hos, man.

Tight-shorts-wearing trick.

Damn, girl, they some hounds.

Tell me about it. But you gonna do cool though.

They been askin' about you all night.

Ha. Well, where the rest of the girls at?

Oh, no, you know I don't keep track of them other hos.

If they say they comin', they comin'. Fuck 'em.

What? You gonna dance with me, right?

Oh. Girl, what'll I look like dancin' out there?

Them my peoples. Nuh-uh, I'm not dancin'.

You know that white girl Vanilla from the club, right?

'She's supposed to be comin'.'

Well, she better hurry up 'cause I ain't fin' to dance by myself.

Why not? There's some ballers out there.

They ready to pay you.

Girl, what you need to be tryin' to do

is get your money before them other bitches get here.

But you ain't dancin' with me.

I'm not gettin' no money for this neither.

Ronnie, I-I feel funny goin' out there by myself.

Look..

You gonna be alright.

Hey, I'm gonna be right there with you.

Ain't nothin' gonna happen that you don't wanna happen.

- 'Man, hurry up!' - Man, wait a goddamn minute!

She gettin' dressed!

Hey, hey, hey. Do me this one favor, okay?

Haven't I always looked out for you?

And don't be worried about them other hos

'cause they would not be worried about you.

You got a joint?

You can have the rest of this drink.

You ready?

Give me another drink ...in 10 minutes.

- 10 minutes? - 10 minutes.

Okay. I'm gonna calm these fools down

and I'm gonna fix you another drink

and I'm coming back in here in 10 minutes.

You need to get on the phone and call some more girls.

No, what you need to do is get out here and make this money

and grow the fuck up.

Hey.

Man, don't act like you ain't never seen no pussy before.

What you tryin' to do, scare the bitch off?

[door closes]

- There you go. - There you go. Keep the change.

Uh, here. Here we go. Alright.

- Thank you. - Mmm. Mm-hmm.

- Mmm. Mmm. - Why did we come here?

Why are you so jittery? What did my father do to you?

Aw, man, your daddy. I'm so.. Uhh!

You know what, as a matter of fact, I-I probably need to

get you home.

Would you stop lookin' at your clock?

[cell phone ringing]

- Hello. - 'Diana, I'm sorry.'

What do you want? Why you keep callin' me?

I ain't got nothin' to say to you.

'Please.'

- Who's that? - Ebony.

Oh.

She keep callin' me tryin' to apologize.

A month of her is enough.

You gotta watch your family sometimes

harder than you gotta watch your friends and your enemies.

- Tell me about it. - It's so stupid.

[cell phone ringing]

- Hello. - Diana, don't hang up.

- Please help me. - Help you do what?

Come and get me.

I'm at Junior's bachelor party, and I'm the only girl here

and I really don't wanna dance.

So, what?

I'm, I'm at the Oakwood Motel by the airport

room 306.

Can-can you come pick me up, please?

Naw. I'm busy right now.

Okay. If you can..

If you can, come pick me up, please.

Yeah, whatever.

[beeps]

- So, that was her again? - Mm-hmm.

Come get me in the hotel. She somethin'.

- Oh, is she at the hotel? - I don't know.

You never know with her.

[grunts]

My head cold. You know how it get too cold?

And freeze your brain?

Brain freezin'.

Dang, this is good.

[upbeat music]

Hey.

Go on, get Ronnie to go downstairs with you.

Alright.

Ronnie? Why don't you come into the car with me right quick?

- For what? - I want to show you somethin'.

You don't have nothin' to show me.

Oh, really, huh?

What you call this, huh? Huh?

Looky here, looky here. Smell that.

Uh-huh, that's that bankhead bud right there.

You hit this, you'll be like..

Let me go check on Ebony real quick.

Hey, girl, she ain't even ready to dance yet.

Come on, she ain't drunk.

Move your ass on. Make that booty flap for me.

Got to be hip every day.

[men laughing]

[door closes]

- What's happenin'? - Hey, what's up, man?

She'll let you fuck.

- Is that right? - Yep.

Me and Clyde ran train on her about two weeks ago.

You should go in there and see what's happenin'.

You about to get married tomorrow, right?

Yeah.

What you waitin' on?

For her to dance?

Go in and see what's happenin'.

Strap it on, you know?

- I know, huh? - Yep.

I don't have no rubbers, though.

It's your lucky day.

- Good lookin' out, homey. - You know.

- Shh. - I know where it's at.

Uh, hold on a sec.. I'll be out in a second.

[chuckles] The real party in here.

Now, hold on a sec. This ain't that type of party.

I just came to dance for y'all, that's all.

Oh, that's all?

Well, let's dance.

Come on, man, turn back on the light.

- For what? - Come on, Junior, let me go!

- Just give me a kiss first. - No! I'm not fin' to kiss you!

- You gettin' married tomorrow! - Bitch!

(Ebony) Stop!

- Turn down the radio. - 'Shut the fuck up.'

(Ebony) 'Jesus, Ronnie, come get your brother!'

[Ebony screaming]

[Junior grunting]

[glass shattering]

[Ebony screaming]

- Hell. Uh-uh. - That's bullshit.

[Ebony screaming]

(Junior) 'Shut up!'

[Ebony screaming]

- 'What's up?' - 'Hey, why y'all leavin'?'

What's wrong?

Niggas ran out of beer or somethin'?

Let's raise. We gotta go do that thing.

Reggie, why y'all leavin'?

Ask Junior. Oh, yeah, tell Ebony we understand "No" do mean "No."

- Come on, let's go. - You alright, man?

[intense music]

[door slams]

[knocking]

Ebony!

[knocking]

Junior! Open the door!

[music continues]

What's up, sis?

[belt buckle rattles]

Thanks for the party.

Where's Ebony?

- She's asleep. - Asleep? No, no.

Oh, my God!

What did you do to her? What's wrong with you!

- Why you do that to her? - What you trippin' for?

- You crazy-- - This ain't my fault.

Get your hands off me! You fucked up!

- Go get your stuff! - Shoot, man.

[intense music]

- What are you doing? - This ain't all my fault, man!

Come on, hurry up! Let's go!

- Where's my tapes? - Fuck them tapes! Let's go!

[music continues]

(Diamond) 'Hello? I knew she wasn't gonna be here.'

- 'Diamond!' - Oh, my God!

[sobbing] Oh! Oh, no!

Just hold her head up.

Oh, my God. Get me something, please.

Here you go. Right here. Jesus.

Oh, call somebody, please! Help me!

What happened to you, huh?

- Why? - Uh, yeah, hello.

Uh, we got an emergency up here in room--

- I'm so sorry. - What's the room number?

I don't know! I don't know.

- It's room 306. - Blue! 306!

It's room 306, we need ambulances

and paramedics or somethin'.

I'm so sorry. I didn't know.

I don't know what the name of the room is.

Please call somebody. Please help me.

- I'm so sorry. - Look, I just.. I don't care.

Send security or somebody. I don't care.

- Oh, my God. - Uh, wait, just-just hold on.

I swear.. Oh, you gonna be okay.

Blue!

Blue!

He made me burn my nose, and-and..

Now, y-you know you can't park there, girl.

And, Blue, you-you about to get fired.

(Tricks) Well, don't keep worryin' about it.

Dollar say he gonna take care of it.

Man, I'm not worried. This here's gonna be my alibi.

- I've been here all night. - That's right. If anybody--

[door opens]

- 'Oh, shit.' - What?

Ebony got raped at Junior's party tonight

and you left her there, didn't you?

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Everybody leave the dressing room, please.

Mmm.

[gunshot]

I want everybody out of the motherfuckin'

dressin' room, please!

Oh, I'm out of here.

This bitch is crazy.

See you later, girl.

Call me tomorrow.

- How you doin'? - 'Come on.'

Stand outside and make sure don't nobody come in.

You and your daddy.

[Door closes]

I'm gonna kick your motherfuckin' ass.

[chuckles] Naw.

After I kick your ass

I just might do you how Junior did Ebony.

You know, Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

[grunting]

[gagging]

[screaming]

Stupid freak!

Ain't no balls there, bitch.

Could've fooled me!

[glass shattering]

Blue, move the fuck away from that damn door.

Can't do that, Dollar.

The hell you mean, you can't do it?

I can't do it.

Boy, if you don't get away from that door

I'm gonna put something in your ass!

Why don't I just bust a cap in yours?

- Ah! - He got a gun.

Y'all get back. This nigga's ill.

Look here, XL, no madness.

Ain't got nothin' to do with y'all. Just give me some room.

You know what, I was thinkin' the same thing.

I'll be upstairs. XL, wait!

You're scarin' my baby. You know that, don't you?

Yeah. I'm scarin' you, too, huh?

- Yeah. - Pitiful ass. Look at you.

- You ain't so big now, huh? - Yeah, look at me.

Big, bad Dollar Bill.

[shattering]

You got change, nigga?

[intense music]

[grunting]

[groaning]

(Diamond) 'Come on, bitch! Come on!'

[grunting]

[music continues]

[coughing]

It's bitches like you that make it hard for women like me!

That's for Ebony!

That's for me!

[spits]

[music continues]

Let's go.

Oh, hell, no. Hell, no!

- Diamond, your ass is fired! - Fuck you, Dollar!

I hope you'll never make another penny

in this raggedy motherfucker! I quit!

- And, Blue! - What?

I don't need your services, either!

Yeah, and if I have to come back, Dollar it's gonna be..

♪ Trouble trouble ♪

Chi-Town!

[Tricks crying]

Don't cry, baby. Don't cry, baby.

(Junior) Shoot, man. It wasn't my fault.

She was askin' for it, man.

- They're in there? - Yeah.

Look at this here. Look at this here!

XL! L'il Man!

Hey, I got her.

Baby, you get some water and paper towels.

- Put her right here. - Oh, man!

Oh, you gonna be alright, Ronnie?

Girl, it look like you got your ass whipped!

Ronnie, don't you worry about nothin'.

Diamond and Blue is through.

I'm gonna make sure they is through!

Man, did you at least pinch the bitch?

Okay, ladies, make a hole. Move it!

(Dollar Bill) 'L'il Man, shut the fuck up.'

- Oh, man, look at this here. - Oh!

(Freeman) Ronnie and Tricks.

Just the two ladies we've been looking for.

Come on. Come on, girls. Let's go, baby.

- You see what they did to them? - Yeah.

Hands behind your back. That's it.

- Why they bein' prohibited? - Hey, look!

This is a rape charge!

Now, unless you want to go down

as the number one suspect, you better pull your nose

out of this business! Come on, girl.

Oh, man, I just asked you a doggone--

Don't be runnin' up on me like that!

What the hell's wrong with you?

I'll blow your ass all the way back to Chicago.

Man, I just asked you a question!

Aw, shut up!

Who he talkin' to like that?

He talkin' to your ass.

Who the fuck do you think you're talkin' to like that?

You don't talk to me like that!

Hey, Ronnie! Ronnie! We gotta call mama!

(Dollar Bill) You goddamn right! I'm suin' both of y'all!

You ain't got no doggone warrant! You ain't got nothin'!

'You ugly motherfucker!'

You know goddamned well, Freeman, you wrong, man!

All the pussy I hooked your ass up with!

You better wear your bulletproof vest all day!

All motherfuckin' day!

You, too, you fat motherfucker!

- Let me see you again! - Dollar!

Baby, I'll be down there!

Don't worry about nothin'.

♪ Magilla gorilla magilla gorilla ♪

Goddamn it! Fuck it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

- Do somethin'! Do somethin'! - Okay!

And there's Dollar Bill.

[intense music]

So what you want us to do, Saint?

You want us to go get him?

Naw. Pull up in front of the building, man.

'I want to get him myself.'

Get him yourself?

Yeah, man.

Get him myself.

Then it's on.

You know, Tina..

...I never really got a chance to say to you that I'm sorry.

And to thank you. Really.

You ain't like the other bitches!

Tina, I'm thinkin' about quittin' this business!

Just goin' back to Chi-Town, start all over.

'Cause it ain't the same no more. It ain't the same.

Used to be honor among motherfuckin' thieves.

Now everybody's crazy. You can't trust no motherfucker.

But you always been there.

[intense music]

I ain't done nothin' to nobody! Nothin'! Nothin'!

If there's anybody here..

...who don't want to get murdered..

[distorted] Get the fuck out!

[indistinct chatter]

Go, man! Move!

[upbeat music]

You hear somethin'? Huh?

[Tina screaming]

[gunfire]

Help me! Help me!

Get on outta here!

Get on outta here! Ow!

- Get down! - Move outta here!

Goddamn it! Let me outta here!

- Move, man! - Don't leave me behind!

[clamoring]

- Get him! - Come on, man! Come on, man!

Gimme to the 15th to pay, man!

[indistinct chatter]

Naw! Naw! Naw, man! Naw!

Oh, no!

[chuckles]

Oh, no!

It's time to hear that pop.

No! No! Let me tell you somethin'!

Ha! ha! Yeah!

[indistinct shouting]

(Clyde) Hey, good job, Reggie.

Fuck that fool.

[intense music]

[music continues]

(St. Louis) Stop the car.

Brooklyn..

Do something to make me feel better.

I'm gonna do something to make you feel great.

[sirens wailing at distance]

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[explosion]

[music continues]

[chuckles]

[sirens wailing]

[instrumental music]

(Diamond) I loved the Player's Club for providing a way

for some of the girls to reach their goals in life.

But I hated the Player's Club for all the girls

it destroyed in the process.

Girl, why don't you just wait?

Whatever. We been here five minutes already.

I need a bigger size. No. Excuse me!

Can I get some service?

- Need a bigger size, huh? - Uh-huh. It's about time.

You took so long, I don't even know what I want no more.

Girl, I could not put up with your job.

[chuckles] I couldn't put up with yours, either.

What club y'all work at? Oh, Club Sugar Daddy.

Unh.

How you put up with your job?

Uh-uh. Easy, miss thing.

We just usin' what we got to get what we want.

Go, girl!

Well, if that's all y'all got, you don't want too much.

You call me when you're ready.

Hey, Ebony, I'm gonna take these.

I'm sorry I can't make your graduation.

Oh, it's okay.

Fat boy won't let me leave.

I'll call you tonight.

Unh-unh-unh-unh.

Oh, no, you might not be doin' none of that tonight.

You might be a little tied up.

Ooh. You need a baby-sitter?

I'll be over here.

[clears throat] I know what I want now.

[instrumental music]

♪ Keep on dreamin' ♪

Hey..

Make that money, girl.

Don't let it make you.

♪ Look inside yourself and you'll see ♪

♪ All the things that keep you beautiful ♪

♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo ♪♪

(Diamond) Well, Ebony moved back to Tallahassee with her mother

and, Blue, he's a top DJ at V103.

We're still together.

After Ronnie and Tricks were released from jail

they started workin' at Club Sugar Daddy's.

Junior's now serving time for Ebony's rape.

He never did get married.

And Reggie and Clyde were last seen

at the Freaknik in Atlanta.

As for Brooklyn and K.C.

they're still working for St. Louis

and St. Louis is still runnin' the south.

Peters and Freeman are still harassing people

all day, every day,

while L'il Man is currently managing

a strip club back in Chicago.

Dollar Bill was never heard from again.

And as for me, you watch the news, don't you?

♪ Yaeeyaae ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ Uh-huh ♪ ♪ Hey ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Brr ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ Hey look here look here ♪

♪ First of all I wanna welcome all y'all ♪

♪ Broke ass entrepo-niggas to the Players Club ♪

♪ Yaeeyaae ♪

♪ It's packed niggas don't know how to act ♪

♪ We the macks VIPs in the back ♪

♪ With a stack of numbers my niggas like 'em dumber ♪

♪ We oughta get 'em smarter baby take my order ♪

♪ The only shark that swim in Henn no water ♪

♪ Got ya daughter doin' shit you don't think she oughta ♪

♪ Gave the order to slaughter any ass like that ♪

♪ You know how the loni act off the cognac ♪

♪ Brainiac with maniac Mack 10 ♪

♪ Down to get this motherfuckin' party crackin' ♪

♪ Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub ♪

♪ Down to bump all these bitches at the club ♪

♪ Show me love ♪

♪ Everybody likes when the girl shakes somethin' ♪

♪ Nigga don't pull nothin', can't we ain't dumpin' ♪

♪ We just bumpin' and bangin' like it ain't nothin' wrong ♪

♪ Get your club on ♪ ♪ Ah we be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪ ♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ Yaeeyaee ♪ ♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be gettin' in free so what the fuck now ♪

♪ WSCG just touched down ♪

♪ Show a nigga round least take a nigga to the sto' ♪

♪ Y'all in for the night? ♪ ♪ Hell no ♪

♪ Security bail slow up in the club ♪

♪ Remember when they push and shove it's only love ♪

♪ Dubs for everybody waitin' on us ♪

♪ And fuck everybody hatin' on us ♪

♪ Debatin' on us but we only visitin' ♪

♪ Ain't trying to fuck with niggas in lizard skins ♪

♪ I see you watchin' me you should watch her ♪

♪ 'Cause if she sick of your shit I'm the doctor my turn ♪

♪ Show her to the car ♪

♪ And see how bad she wanna meet these stars ♪

♪ They know who we are ♪

♪ Where we going? ♪ ♪ Westside ♪

♪ Nigga meet me by the bar ♪

♪ Shake it off shake it off take it off ♪

♪ Break it off break it off make it soft ♪

♪ Shake it off shake it off take it off ♪

♪ Break it off break it off make it soft ♪

♪ Shake it off shake it off take it off ♪

♪ Break it off break it off make it soft ♪

♪ Shake it off shake it off take it off ♪

♪ Break it off break it off make it soft ♪

♪ Brr ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪ ♪ Unh ♪

♪ Hey ♪ ♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ Baby beware ice cube is on tilt ♪

♪ Waitress bitchin' off the drinks my nigga spilt ♪

♪ Everybody's sweatin' like it's Armageddon ♪

♪ 1999 party over oops I'mma still grind ♪

♪ Straight from the west put away your nine ♪

♪ DJ can you play my shit one more time? ♪

♪ Goddamn you fine ♪ ♪ My nigga speak on it ♪

♪ She got ass for days ♪ ♪ Put a week on it ♪

♪ Now everybody in the world love to go clubbin' ♪

♪ And after the club it's either breakfast or fuckin' ♪

♪ Hope we ain't duckin' from haters in the parking lot ♪

♪ Who ain't got nothin' trying to prove somethin' ♪

♪ Frontin' we be the niggas who be bluntin' ♪

♪ On our way to the Marriott keep 'em very hot ♪

♪ Westside hittin' hairy cock all night long ♪

♪ Get your club on ♪ ♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ Everybody likes when the girl shakes somethin' ♪

♪ Niggas don't pull nothin' we ain't dumpin' ♪

♪ We just bumpin' and bangin' like it ain't nothin' wrong ♪

♪ Get your club on ♪ ♪ Yaeeyaae ♪

♪ Unh ♪ ♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be clubbin' we be clubbin' ♪

♪ Yaeeyaae ♪ ♪ Shake it off ♪

♪ Shake it off take it off ♪

♪ Break it off break it off make it soft ♪

♪ Shake it off shake it off take it off ♪

♪ Break it off break it off make it soft ♪

♪ Shake it off shake it off take it off ♪

♪ Break it off break it off make it soft ♪

♪ Shake it off shake it off take it off ♪

♪ Break it off break it off make it soft ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ Everybody likes when the girl shakes somethin' ♪

♪ Nigga don't pull nothin' we ain't dumpin' ♪

♪ We just bumpin' and bangin' like it ain't nothin' wrong ♪

♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Get your club on ♪

♪ Homeboys show me love up in the club ♪

♪ Homegirls show me love up in the club ♪

♪ Security show me love up in the club ♪

♪ I might spend a dub ♪♪

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