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[voices chattering]

♪ Oh yeah baby
I know what you on about ♪

♪ And they say
it's all about the business? ♪

♪ The business 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 ♪

♪ Ohhh ♪

♪ 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 ahhh ♪

♪ Can we get a witness? ♪♪

[instrumental music continues]

[traffic bustling]

[woman's laughter echoes]

[mellow music]

[Diamond]
My name is Diana Armstrong,

but my stage name
is Diamond.

I worked at The Players Club
4 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 iswhere
you are going!

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

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

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

- You are not!
- We don't need yo' money!

We don't need nothin'
from you!

Oh, 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 hellout of this house!

Get out there and get
a house of your own!

[Mrs. Armstrong]
No! She is not goin' anywhere!

That's right,
and don't come back

till you get some sense in you!

[Mrs. Armstrong]
'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?
- Mama, I gone!

[Diamond]
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.

[Tricks]
'I ain't trying to get in
your business or nothin'..'

- But can I ask a question?
- Um, 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.

You could be making a lot more
money than what you 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?

[Diamond]
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.

- How y'all doing?
- Hi. I'm Diana.

Dollar Bill.
Kinda cute.

Yeah...a little makeup..

Fix your hair
a little different. Yeah.

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.

[female #1]
'Just quit fuckin'
with my shit! Please!'

[indistinct chatter]

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.

Shit!

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.

[echoing]
Now, let's go, ho.

[dramatic music]

[Diamond]
When it was my turn to dance,
I was shittin' bricks.

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

♪ Now let me see them puss
you know a nigga be lovin' it ♪

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

♪ See, I'ma get
my money's worth bitch ♪

♪ Ain't tryin' to make
yo' ass rich ♪

JT, with a different kind
of flavor bitch

♪ Shake what ya' mama gave ya ♪

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

[men cheering and laughing]

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

♪ Say shake
what ya' mama gave ya ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ 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 ♪

- That's it!
- Whoo-ee!

Damn, baby!
Work that shit!

[indistinct chatter]

You wanna dance, Miron?

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

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Shake what ya' mama gave ya ♪♪ Shake what ya' mama gave 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.. ♪♪

[indistinct shouting]

[Diamond]
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, you can't park there.

[Diamond]
I'm not the same person
I was before.

God-goddamn it!
I said you can't park there!

[Diamond]
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 4-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'd 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?
- 'Hi.'

After seeing my new apartment,

she asked if she could work
with me at The Players Club.

[Dollar Bill]
'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. 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."

[slaps desk]

'That's why I get 30%.'

- When can I start?
- Immediately.

[Diamond]
Ebony jumped head-first
into this lifestyle.

She would stay out all night..

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

[phone beeps]

[line rings]

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, okay?

I know, I know.

And don't tell her
she works at the club neither.

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

[grunts]
Okay. See you later.

Bye, mama.

- Hi, sweetheart.
- Grandma! Grandma, me here!

That's my pudding.
Come inside.

I made you
some chocolate chip cookies.

[cash register rings]

[snoring]

[intense music]

- 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.

Mm-mmm.

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!

It's gonna be a pop, fool.

Ohh!

[wheezing]
Oh, my mama.

[Camp 813 singing
"Show Me Da Money"]

[indistinct chater]

'Scuse 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.

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.

- Come on.
- Hey, man, what's up?

Beat-your-meat section.

L'il Man.
Come here.

Brooklyn, K.C., 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 all up

in your window. Ugh.
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 tell him
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 the 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.

[Mia X singing
"Shake Whatcha Mama Gave Ya"]

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

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

Y'know, I ain't got no g-string.
I ain't makin' no tips. Y'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.

Well, hey, look, Dollar,
I ain't trying--

'Hey for horses.
Hey for horses.'

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

I'll tell you something.

Blue, if I raise up,
gonna be trouble.

Trouble. Go walk it off.

- 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.
That's good thinking.

You was quick, quick.

You were good on your feet
that time, man.

But listen, go back out there

and leave that side door..
make sure..

in case I gotta do something
real quick. Now, go on.

- You did good, go on.
- 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'!

[voice squeaks]
Nothin'. Whoo.

Nervous. Whoo.

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?

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!

Didn't think I knew about it,
but Dollar know everything!

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?

[huffs]
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.'

- 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 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.

[indistinct chatter]

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.

Tch. 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!'

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.

[R. Kelly singing
"It Seems Like You're Ready"]

♪ What's up baby? ♪

[instrumental music]

♪ Come here ♪

[howls and applause]

♪ I want to 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 ecstacy ♪

♪ 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.

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

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.

[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!

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.

[horn blaring]

[instrumental music]

[door creaking]

[traffic bustling]

- Damn.
- Keys, please.

- Keys, please.
- W-w-w-what up, man?

This is what's up, nigga.

We tired of playing
with your ass, nigga.

- Today, you're going to die.
- Ohh!

Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

[snoring]

That motherfucker asleep.
Let him drop.

Uhh! Shit!

[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,
y'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.

- Whoa, what was that?
- Pull over.

[rap music on car stereo]

Well?

Look in there and 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.

Alright, on three.
One..

Two.. Three!

[Dollar Bill snoring]

[laughs]
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.

[police siren blaring]

[intense music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[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 888?

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 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 you in.

- See if you got any warrants.
- What?

Come on! Drop you off
at a fashion show, nigga.

Hey, Peters, you know,
in high school

I actually thought you was
a lil' punk ass bitch,

but you turned out
to be pretty cool.

[Peters and K.C. laugh]

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

Hey, wait a minute.

[K.C.]
'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.

[Dollar groaning]

[Brooklyn]
This is police brutality, man.

[K.C.]
I didn't even get
to lock the doors.

Hey! Hey!

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

I'm going to 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 blaring]

[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
3 or 4 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.

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.

[squish]

One to grow on.

[Freeman and Peters
laugh]

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.

[Crucial Conflict singing
"Ride The Rodeo"]

[crowd]
Oh!

[Blue]
'Ho ho. That's my nigga,
Ronnie.'

Yeah, she's a cowgirl,

but she likes hanging
with the cowboys.

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

[Blue]
'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.

♪ There's some whores
in this house ♪

♪ There's some
whores in this house ♪

[crowd booing]

♪ There's some whores
in this house ♪

♪ There's some
whores in this house ♪

- Woof! Woof!
- Hallelujah!

Yeah!

♪ There's some whores
in this house.. ♪♪

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..

[Joe]
'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?

Same 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.'

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]

[Tricks]
Big-headed ho.

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

Would you, with
this raggedy-ass shit?

[Tela, Eight Ball and MJG
singing "Sho Nuff"]

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.

We glad to see you, too, man.
You under arrest.

For what?

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 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.

Tch, 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.

- Tsk! Damn!
- Get your ass out!

- 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...

[Reggie]
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 3 weeks, and
you already getting sucked up--

- 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.

Ebony..

Make the money.

Don't let it make you.

[sighs]

[mellow music]

[Tricks]
Ha ha ha! 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.

[Tricks]
Make sure you give them
their money's worth, girl.

[Ronnie]
Drunk bitch.

Why don't you put that
crossword puzzle away

and come on
upstairs early?

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'm going to 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,

because I brought a new
moneymaker with me.

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

'Oh, right upstairs.
Come on in.'

Come in, girl.

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]

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.

[Ghost Town DJ's singing
"My Boo"]

[men cheering]

[men yelling]

Get it in there!

[Ronnie]
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 laugh]

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?

Every time 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.

[Diamond]
'I'm tired of it, Lance!
I'm tired!'

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

[Lance]
'That should be
telling you something!'

'Telling me what?'

'They know what's best
for me and Jamal?'

'I'm not talking about Jamal.'

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

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

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

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

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

'So what? I'm trying
to go to school.'

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

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

'What you going to do?'

'What you keep asking me
what I'm going to do?'

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

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

[Diamond]
'Bye.'

Bye, Lance.

[door slams]

[door closes]

That's true.

You know what I'm saying?

Alright.

What you think?

I think I need
a smaller size.

- What you think?
- 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.

- Hey. Your name's 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]

[Ice Cube singing
"We Be Clubbin'"]

[women 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.

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

Man, no, 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 screech]

[L'il Man]
Man! Man, come on, man!

I swear, 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.
- Aaa!

'We out.'

[laughter]

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

Man, fuck, y'all!

[all laughing]

Look at him.
He look like Rudolph.

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

You gotta pay 'em. Look
what Brooklyn done to my nose.

- Diz-amn.
- 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.

Keep your eyes open, man.

Hey, you should hurry up
and pay him

before somebody get hurt.

- Let us in or what?
- Go home.

[loud 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, doodie brown,
doodie brown.

[XL]
Get your butt off the stage!
Come on!

Come on. Get off the stage, man!

Get off the stage!
Get them 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?

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 want to
come in tonight.

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.

- Excuse me.
- No. Excuse me.

Hey.

Ask Ebony
if she's still gonna do

Junior's bachelor party for me.

[Ice Cube singing
"We Be Clubbin' "]

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.'

[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.

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 dollars
plus a 2-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 ♪

Hey, Red, 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.

♪ Got money money
yeah yeah ♪

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 want to 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.

Whoo-eee!

Look at all that ass
stampedin'!

They all greedy.

Dunk the booty!
Dunk the booty!

That's it.
That's it.

Oh, "Me So Horny!"

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.

[male #2]
'Hey, professor,
what's up, man?'

- Miron, I gotta go.
- Diamond.

[Miron]
'Why you leavin'?'

God.

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.
- Girl, move back.

Now, you either gonna give it
to me, or I'm gonna take it

just like I did 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'?

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.

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. Luke, let me
holler at you for a minute!

Look, you gonna have to
step back. 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 should kick your little ass!

Nigga. Punk-ass
Miami niggas.

Fuck y'all niggas, man.

- Yeah, very, very impressive.
- Yeah, impressive.

- Miami style, baby.
- Holyfield, you go, Holyfield.

What's up, what's up?

[clamoring]

Yeah, boy!

[intense music]

[gunshots]

[XL]
Drop that weapon, Reggie!
I'm gonna bust your head!

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

They shootin' upstairs!

What's up, Tricks?

[clamoring]

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.

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.

"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 could, uh, get your, you know,
get your number or something.

What?

You always said to say
what I feel, 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 can go.
We just might get back together.

I ain't trippin'.

But, uh, you could
give me yours.

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, tell him
to go ahead and put you through.

- Alright? Bye. Peace.
- Alright.

[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!

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!

[pounding on door]

Please.
Somebody fo..

- Aah!
- No, baby, no!

Let me go! Let me go!

Be cool.
Look, look, Diamond.

- Be cool, alright?
- Let me go!

I'm sorry.

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.'

Just calm down, okay?
I can explain everything.

- I want you out of my house!
- No. No.

Look, baby, I came over here
to make up with you, right?

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

Just talk to me!

'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!

[Ebony screaming]

Diana!

[doorknob jiggling]

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

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.

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

nd sometimes family' will
bring you down

quicker than strangers.

All this drama.

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 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.

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. Good-bye.

Bye.

Thank you.

Yes.

[Goodie Mob singing
"Dirty South"]

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

Yo, pop this in.

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

[knocking on door]

[male #3]
'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 now? What's up
with the strippers, girl?

- 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.

Ugh. 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.

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 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 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.

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.

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

Out to eat and then
a movie. What else?

Huh?

I think that's about it,
you know.

Just to the movies and
right back home, Mr. Armstrong.

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.

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

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,
what's happening?

- Where you going?
- 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.

[Junior]
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?

[gasps]

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.

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 sc.. Uhh!

You know what? As a matter of
fact, I probably need

to get you home.

Would you stop
lookin' at your clock?

[cell phone rings]

- 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 rings]

- 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 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.

[beep]

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

[mimicking]
Come get me in the hotel.
She somethin'.

- 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.

[Master P and Ice Cube
singing "You Know I'm A Ho"]

Hey. Go on, get Ronnie to go
downstairs with you.

Alright.

Hey, Ronnie? Come to 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.

[sniffs]
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.
- Pfft! 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.

[laughs]

- 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. 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!

- Stop!
- Turn down the radio.

[Junior]
'Shut the fuck up.'

[Ebony]
'Jesus, Ronnie,
come get your brother!'

Aah!

[Ebony screaming]

[objects shattering]

- Hell. Uh-uh.
- 'Aah!'

That's bullshit.

[Ebony screaming]

[Junior slaps]
Shut up!

[Clyde]
What's up?

[Ronnie]
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?

[door slams]

Ebony!

Junior!
Open the door!

What's up, sis?

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.'

[Blue]
Diamond!

[gasps]
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. 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 is the number!
- 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.

Send security or somebody.
I don't care.

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

I swear...
You gonna be okay.

Blue! Blue!

He made me burn
my nose, and..

Now, you-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]

[Tricks]
'Oh, shit.'

[Ronnie]
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.

I want everybody out
of the motherfuckin'

dressin' room, please!

- 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.

[both grunting]

[intense music]

[objects shattering]

[groaning]

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, man.

- 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.

[loud shattering]

You got change, nigga?

[grunting and screaming]

[dramatic music]

[Diamond]
'Come on, bitch! Come on!'

[coughing]

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

That's for Ebony!

That's for me!

[panting]

[Diamond]
Let's go.

Oh, hell, no.
Hell, no!

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

I hope you don't 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.'

[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?
- Look. This is a rape charge!

Unless you want to go down
as the number one suspect

you better pull your nose
out of this business!

Come on, girl.

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.

- 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!
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! Fuck! Fuck!

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

And there's Dollar Bill.

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.

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!

[clamoring]

[dramatic music]

You hear somethin'? Huh?

[Tina screaming]

[gunfire]

- Aah! Help me! Aah!
- Get on outta here!

Get on outta here!
Ow!

Get down!
Move outta here!

Goddamn it!
Let me outta here!

Move, man!

[indistinct shouting]

Come on, man!

Come on, man!
Gimme to the 15th to pay, man!

[shouting]

Oh, 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!

[Dollar shouting
and banging]

[Clyde]
Good job, Reggie.

Fuck that fool.

[intense music]

[neon sign buzzing]

[St. Louis]
Stop the car.

Brooklyn...

Do something to make me
feel better.

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

[sirens blaring in distance]

[music continues]

[gun clicks]

[explosion]

[laughs]

[Diamond]
I loved The Players Club
for providing a way

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

But I hated The Players Club
for all the girls it destroyed

in the process.

- Girl, why don't you just wait?
- Whatever.

We been here
5 minutes already.

I need a bigger size.
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.

Mmh. 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.

Ugh. I'll call you tonight.

Ah. Uh-uh. 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.

Hey..
Make that money, girl.

Don't let it make you.

[Public Announcement singing
"What A Woman Feels"]

[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
are 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 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?

[Ice cube singing
"We be clubbin'"]

[upbeat music]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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'ma still grind ♪

♪ Straight from the west
put away your 9 ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪ Unh! ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be clubbin' ♪

♪ We be clubbin'
we be clubbin' ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Trick! Play it again ♪♪