All language subtitles for The Dirty D s01e02.eng

(upbeat music)

* Radio *

* She said she wanna go to
Motown, wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know
that it ain't no town *

* In the world *

* That can sound like this *
* This *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward
on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* City of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when
I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon
come and sing the tunes *

* Or I could hit up Sada
if I need to bust a move *

* Yeah, baby I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know
that it ain't no town *

* In the world *

* That can sound like this *
* This *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward
on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

- The fuck is going on?

Hey.

Hey, are you all right?

- What time is it?

- It's a little after seven.

You don't look so good.

You sure you're straight?

- Mm. I must look how I feel.

Last thing I remember,

me and Nikki was taking
some shots earlier.

- Damn, it must have
been more than a couple

to have you laying
here in the staff room

with your ass hanging out.

- I must have fell asleep
while getting dressed.

- You better get
yourself together,

because we don't want
Tiffany to come in here

and see you like that.

Come on.

- Girl, you will not believe
the shit that happened today.

India.

Indy, what's wrong?

- Girl, you sound
like a worried mother.

I think I just had
too much to drink.

- Girl, I done watched
you drink a whole fifth

and not even flinch.

- Not on no damn empty stomach.

I came here early,

took some shots with Nikki,

and forgot I
haven't ate all day.

- Nikki? Since when
y'all become friends?

I don't even recall you
speaking to her last night.

- Do I hear a little jealousy
in your voice, bestie?

- I'm not playing.

What else you remember?

(India sighs)

- Telling Nikki I was
getting some food delivered,

and laying down in the back,

and next thing I know a couple
of girls is waking me up.

- Something about this shit
don't sit right with me.

You sure she ain't
slipped you nothing?

- Nikki ain't got a reason
to slip me anything.

And Honey was hanging around,

but she was nowhere near us
when we started drinking.

- Uh-uh. I don't trust it.

Now I gotta watch
Nikki ass, too?

- Wait, what you
have to tell me?

- Don't even worry about it.

I'm about to call you a Uber,

'cause you not in the
condition to work tonight.

- God, I can't take off tonight.

It's only my second night,

and you know Tiffany
will fire my ass.

I'm fine.

I'm just a little...

I'm a little lightheaded.

- Oh, uh-uh. Look, I'll
talk to Tiffany for you.

The last thing you need is to be

dropping these expensive
ass bottles of champagne

or passing out on a customer.

Uh-uh.

- I cannot believe I got
caught slipping like this.

- It happens.

Just don't let that
shit happen again.

Now I gotta walk around,

and be smiling in these hoes'
face like I fuck with them.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry yo as in that Uber.

It'll be here in five minutes.

(Kyra knocking on door)

- Yeah. Who is it?

Come in.

- Hey, Mr. Davis.
You got a minute?

- Oh, what's up, carton?

For you? Come on in.

What's up?

- So Indy was here, but
she had to leave early.

She wasn't feeling too well.

- Okay. And what you doing,

coming in here trying
to plead her case

like her lawyer or something?

(Brick laughs)

I'm fucking with you.

- You had me scared
for a minute.

- No. She all right?

She seemed all right
when I seen her earlier.

- I mean, that's the
weird part about it.

Like she was fine,

and then she just got the
feeling sick out of the blue.

- All of a sudden?

Or when them shots her and
Nicki was taking back at the bar

started to kick in?

I see everything, sweetheart.

- Okay, so you saw she
only had a couple shots.

I wish you could run
the cameras back.

I think something else happened.

- Oh, hold on, "Blue's Clues."

Let's not go to jumping
to any conclusions

and making some false
accusations now.

I'm sure she did just
drink a little too much.

- Listen, I know India,

and she can drink with
some of the best of them,

so I have a hard
time believing that.

But everything done in the dark,

it'll come to light.

- Shit, that don't
work for everything.

- So is India good?

- Yeah, I'll talk
to Tiffany about it.

- Thank you, Mr. Davis.

- No problem.

Hey Bacardi, before you go,

I think I got a business
proposition for you

that's gonna make
us a lot of money.

- Okay, I'm listening.

- Come back in here
and have a seat.

So you a beautiful woman, Kyra,

but you know what's more
beautiful than your face?

- What?

- Your innocence.

Gives you a little mystery
that men are attracted to.

- And how exactly is
that gonna make me money?

- Well basically,
I'm looking for

somebody to come
work the VIP area

and make my guests feel welcome.

Think you the perfect
person for the job.

- What exactly does
this job consist of?

- Nothing more than
what you doing now.

Looking sexy, of course,
and serving bottles,

except now, gonna do that
shit for my elite clientele.

They tip very well.

- Okay, sounds good.

I definitely could
use some extra money

to handle things back at home.

- So that's a yes then?

- Yep.

- Good. You can work
your regular shift

until I get everything situated.

You should be ready
to go by Friday.

- [Kyra] I'll be ready.

- Cool.

And of course you
might have to change up

your attire a little bit,

you know, to stand out
from the other girls.

- [Kyra] No problem.
Thank you, Mr. Davis.

- No problem.

Oh and Kyra,

don't forget how
important I take privacy

and discretion around here.

- Listen, I totally
understand, Mr. Davis,

and I'm won't let you down.

Thank you.

- No problem.

I believe in taking
care of my own.

(door shuts)

- Here you go.

Can I get you anything else?

- Yeah, your number
would be nice.

- Sorry, I don't mix
business with pleasure.

- [Client] Sure?

You're missing out.

- I'll take the chance.

I'll be back to
bring you something.

Serious? What are
you doing here?

- Came to apologize
about what went down

with you and my
baby mama earlier.

But I see you too busy in here
entertaining these niggas.

- Entertaining niggas?

Bye, Terrance.

I gotta go.

- See this fucking job got
you acting crazy already.

- No, yo red ass baby mama do.

Now if you excuse me,

I got work to do.

- Hey, I'm not done
talking to you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, player.

According to her, yes, you are.

- This ain't got shit
to do with you, my man.

(Brick chuckles)

- See, that's where
you wrong then.

Anything that going on
in my place of business

got anything to do with me.

Kyra, you know this nigga?

- No.

- I think it's time for
you to bounce, nigga.

- Excuse me.

What the fuck is
going on right here?

- No problem at all, baby.

Boom was just seeing
this gentleman out.

- [Boom] Let's go.

- [Terrance] Get your
hands off me, nigga.

- We could do this the easy
way or the hard way, nigga.

Let's go.

- [Terrance] Yeah, this
shit ain't over with.

- [Boom] Man, walk.

- Now don't you got
some tables or something

to wait on, sweetie?

(R&B music plays indistinctly)

I need to speak to
you in your office.

- All right.

- Now, Brick.

Pardon me.

The fuck?

Hey, ain't y'all supposed
to be doing something?

(door shuts)

- What?

- Nigga, you know
what the fuck what.

Since when does my husband,

the owner of this
very establishment,

play Captain Save-a-Ho
to a fucking waitress

out there on the floor.

- Man, don't start
that insecure shit.

- Last time I was insecure,
I caught you fucking yo...

Oh, your sis. You remember that?

- You still bringing up
shit from three years ago?

- Yes. Still bringing up
shit from three years ago,

because nigga, I forgave yo ass.

I didn't forget shit.

- So why'd the fuck
you marry me then?

- Well, goddammit, don't
make me regret that shit.

I'm warning your
fucking ass, Brick.

- I don't like threats, Tiff.

- Oh, okay, good,

'cause this is a
fucking promise.

Did you forget whose
name on all of this shit?

Nigga, the house,

I'm talking the cars.

This very fucking
club we standing in,

because if I leave,

I'm taking all of
this shit with me.

All of it.

(tense music)

(door shuts)

- Yeah, all right.

Okay.

- Damn, bro. You told me to
come over here to talk business.

I thought your ass meant over
some coffee or some cognac.

Not this working out shit.

- Yeah, well in
these streets, nigga,

you better keep your mind sharp,

your body on point,

'cause young niggas
will try you.

- Yeah, I hear you.

That's true.

The fuck are they?

You ready to tell me about your
million dollar plan or what?

- Yeah.

(treadmill beeps)

Million dollar plan.

- Bro, champagne?

- No, not champagne, nigga.

Champagne bottles filled
with liquid cocaine.

- Oh, okay.

You on some next
level shit, huh?

- Technology is key.

- Well how will this work, bro?

You just gonna have
your customers come in,

asking for champagne
bottles or something?

- Close.

First, all sales are gonna
be made in the VIP area.

- All right. That's smart.

- Then, certain VIP
customers will come

with a complimentary
bottle of champagne.

How your staff
gonna know the VIP

from the regular
customers though?

- All our VIP guests must
meet my final approval first.

- How you gonna ensure that?

- I already thought
of that, nigga.

The VIP requirements.

- Bro, I know at least 50 niggas

that can meet these
requirements right now.

- You might know 50
niggas with $50,000,

but how many street
niggas you know with $50k

on a credit card in they name?

All VIP customers must have
a valid credit card and ID

in they name at all times

with $50,000 on that bitch.

You know, just to cover
any bar tabs, incidentals.

- $50k, bro?

I don't know no nigga that's
gonna run up $50k at a bar.

- You never know.

- Dawg, I don't know
nobody in their right mind

who gonna agree to this shit.

- Nobody but the
niggas that I want to,

and that's the
whole fucking point.

- All right, man.

Let's just say some random
ass nigga come into the bar

and meet the requirements.

Then what?

- They still need
my final approval.

But just in case,

I got a little chick I'm
gonna have work the VIP area,

somebody I know I could trust.

- Okay.

Hey, I know that look.

You got somebody in mind.

- Sure do.

- Mm-hm. Okay.

Shit, bro, it sound like you
got everything together there.

- Yeah, everything
I can think of.

She gonna get us rich, bro.

- Fuck, I'm in, bro.

Let's do it.

- Get this money, dawg.

- Hell yeah.

(tense music)

- How long you
planning on giving me

the silent treatment, Ky?

I mean, how many ways do I
gotta say that I'm sorry?

All right, fuck it.

Well, I guess I'm gonna
just come back down

to your job tonight.

I mean, I'd rather
get cussed out

than to get the
silent treatment.

At least I get to
hear your voice.

- What are you trying
to do, Terrance?

Get me fired from my damn job?

So I got a beg for money every
day like yo bum baby mama?

- Why can't we have
a simple conversation

without you bringing
up my baby mama?

- Because not only
is Keisha ass ghetto,

but she's an unfit ass parent.

How the fuck you got two kids,

don't know how to take care
of neither one of them.

- I mean, shit.

Miss Brenda had
Keisha at a young age.

Shit, she barely knew
how to be a mother,

let alone teach Keisha
how to become one.

- I know you're not sitting
in my motherfucking house

defending this bitch.

I know plenty of parents who
grew up in bad environments.

Some shit just come natural,

and being a good
parent is one of them.

- Look baby, I'm not
trying to argue, all right?

- No, Terrance, you're not
trying to hear the facts.

(Terrance sighs)

- Look, I miss you, okay?

I miss touching you,

miss holding you,

I miss loving you.

I mean, shit, between
my long hours working

and you studying,

shit, now working,

I mean we barely had
time for sex anymore.

It's been weeks.

- Well, go find another
chick to lay up with.

Ain't that the excuse
you gave me for

fucking with Keisha
behind my back?

I ain't have enough
time for you?

- Look, last night at your job,

you brushed me off like I
was some type of random nigga

harassing you.

I mean, your boss called
me some typical nigga

who can't handle rejection.

You ain't even
correct the nigga, Ky.

- I didn't correct him,

'cause that's what you
was acting like, Terrance.

- Look, babe, will things
ever go back to how they were?

(phone chimes)

- Not when I'm constantly
getting reminders

of why the fuck we in
this predicament now.

(R&B music)

- You feeling any better?

- Yeah, I think I came down
with a virus or something.

- Mm-hm.

You are aware of our employee
drinking policy, correct?

- Yeah.

- Good. Let this be your
first and your last warning.

Why is she dressed like that?

- Brick said she gotta wear red.

She's working VIP now.

- Brick told her to wear what?

- Tiffany. Tiffany, I
need you here, ASAP.

We got a situation.

- What the fuck is going on now?

(door slams)

- Now stop slamming
my fucking door.

Well, I ain't hear
your ass knock.

- Well 'cause I didn't.

Man, what's this I'm
hearing about Kyra

working in the VIP
room exclusively?

- What the fuck that
gotta do with you?

- Well, considering
the fact that I've been

fucking and sucking on your ass

for the past two years,

you know well I should
have been considered first

for that job.

I mean, do you have any idea

how much this bitch
is gonna make in tips

every fucking night?

- This ain't about
no tips, Honey.

What's this really about?

- What?

- You got half the
dough boys in the city

tricking off on your ass.

So what's this little
temper tantrum really about?

- Man, look.

Ever since you
opened up this place,

you've been treating me
like I'm some random ho

you just been fucking.

- You are some random
ho I just been fucking.

- You know what I mean, Brick.

- Honestly, I don't.

- I mean, you used to treat me,

you know, like you gave a fuck,

like I mattered.

- Okay, look.

That's what we not about to do.

- Man, do what?

- Forget about
your place, Honey.

- My place?

- Yes, your place, Honey.

You begged me for a job here
and I made that shit happen,

but you don't and you won't

get no special treatment
around this motherfucker.

Don't make me regret
that decision.

- Oh, so that's it, huh?

What, you off of me
and onto Kyra now?

- Man, look. Already
offered the job to Kyra.

How the fuck would I
look to take it from her

and give it to your ass?

- Well, like a nigga who didn't
want his secrets to get out.

- I'm the same nigga that can
make your secrets go away.

I'm not playing you.

You know what the
fuck you really want?

* I gotta get you
outta my head *

* Get you outta my mind *

* Fuckin' with these hoes
put a hold up on the grind *

* Man I need to slow down *

(R&B music plays indistinctly)

- [Bar Girl] This
is the gentleman

that would like to see you.

- How you doing?

I'm the owner.

How can I help you?

- Hi, Mrs. Davis.

I'm Inspector Johnston

with the State Health
and Safety Board.

- Hi, Inspector,

isn't it a little past
inspection hours, honey?

- Well, we try to
catch code violations

during the establishment's
open hours.

- Well, I'm sure that has
nothing to do with me, sir.

We just open.

I don't have any violation.

- Says every business
with a code violation.

Actually I'm here to
investigate the allegation

that a member of your security
team removed a customer

the other night by
unnecessary force.

- It's a lie.

See, our security staff
is thoroughly trained

to only use force when
it's absolutely necessary.

- I figured you'll say
something like that, Ms. Davis.

So tell me, does
this look necessary?

Warning served.

- Oh, uh-uh, Inspector Johnston.

Is there any way we could
possibly smooth this out?

Perhaps even make it cool with?

- And what might that be?

- Oh, Honey. Come on, baby.

Honey, could you take
Inspector Johnson

to our special area and show
him a really good time on me?

- Sure, Tiffany.

- Thank you.

- Come with me.

- Enjoy, Inspector.

(door shuts)

You got something
you wanna tell me?

- Yeah. Stop slamming
my fucking door.

- You got way bigger
issues to worry about

than a fucking door, Brick.

Since when do we have
one girl working VIP?

- Goddamn. Gossip spreads faster
around this bitch than TMZ.

Jesus!

- Yeah, shit that
I should be hearing

directly from my husband.

- Look, I just thought it was

in the best interest
of the club, all right?

- And you ain't think it
was in the best interest

to let me the fuck know?

- [Brick] No.

- This is our business, Brick.

- No, this ain't our business.

This my business.

Your business is a spa.

- You fucking that
bitch, ain't you?

- What bitch, Tiffany?

- The bitch that my
husband has tooken

a certain interest in.

The bitch you was
almost in a full brawl

in the middle of the bar over.

The bitch that you
just happened to

give the VIP position to.

What's next, Brick?

You gonna get this bitch

an employee of the
month parking spot?

- You know what?

That probably ain't no bad idea.

- Keep fucking playing with me.

- Listen baby, I'm not
fucking Kyra, right?

I damn sure wasn't about to
fight over her the other night.

I'm simply trying to
diffuse the situation

before it got outta hand.

- Well, what's up with
this VIP situation?

Why one girl? Why her?

It's not fair to
the other girls.

She's gonna be making
twice as much in tips.

- You know damn well we
don't need every girl in here

around our VIP guests.

Soon as they think a
nigga got some money,

they gonna turn into some first
class thirsty ass groupies.

- That might be true,

but why Kyra?

- Well, whether you
like admit it or not,

Kyra the only girl in here
that don't come off as thirsty.

- Yeah. She may not be thirsty,

but she's certainly
manipulative.

Look how she manipulating
your dumb ass right now.

- Wow.

You know what?

I'm perfectly fine with
you picking somebody else

to work the VIP area with Kyra.

- Anybody?

- It's up to you, baby.

- Well, in that
case I pick Honey.

- Honey? Man, she the
thirstiest bitch in here.

- Exactly.

Honey may be thirsty,

but at least we know when
it comes to picking sides,

the only side she's gonna pick
is the one with the money.

- Yeah, well if you say so.

Here, make sure you deposit this

into the bank in the morning.

(bag unzips)

- We made all this in one night?

- [Brick] Yep.

Just wait until that
VIP area open up.

- In that case,

I'm gonna let Honey know
she can start tonight.

- Problem solved then.

There are more ways than one.

- How did that go?

- Problem solved.

- Okay, job well done.

For your troubles.

- Glad I could be of help.

- Yeah. And Honey, come
see me after your shift.

I have a little
proposition for you.

- Okay.

- [Tiffany] I like
you, Honey girl.

- Maybe I've been going
about this all wrong.

I might just be chasing
the wrong damn Davis.

(snow crunches)

- Captain.

- Terrance, this is
Officer Marcus Thompson.

- Nice to meet you.

- Out here he goes
by the name of Jason.

Officer Thompson here
has been our undercover

for the last couple years.

Marcus would you do me a favor

and bring Terrance
here at the speed

on what you know about
this case so far.

- No problem.

So far we realized Brick
Davis's drug operation

has been spanned all across
the state of Michigan,

so he single-handedly
has supplied

most of the drugs
to half the state.

But he never touches
any of the drugs,

so it makes it really hard
for us to pin a case on him.

- Eventually everybody slips up.

- Well, let's hope so.

You know I'm building
a lot of trust

with one of the
people closest to him,

so he's willing to
set up a meeting.

- So until then,

why don't we focus
all of our attention

on that club of theirs?

- I'm already on it.

I actually stopped in the other
night to check things out.

- You didn't mention that to me.

- Yeah. It's good that you just
got outta the academy, man,

and straight to undercover,

because your face is
unrecognizable in the streets.

- Exactly.

- So what did you get on this
little field trip of yours?

- Well, I mean, the
place was pretty packed,

but I certainly would agree
with you guys and the DA.

I don't think the Davises
are necessarily living

a lavish lifestyle while selling

Long Islands and margaritas.
- No.

- So what's your next move?

- Well, follow the money.

They having a grand
opening for the new VIP.

- VIP room grand opening now?

- Where do rich people
go to feel comfortable

enough to let their guard down?

- A safe environment.

- Safe environment
around other people

who have just as
much to lose as them.

For example, a room
full of rich criminals.

- Maybe a VIP room
inside of a nightclub

full of a bunch of illegal shit.

- Yep. I just have to
figure out a way to get in.

- Well, I mean
that's the easy part.

I've been in for two years,

and I've been dealing with
nothing but middleman.

- Well, hopefully
not for much longer.

- Hey, look, you guys
keep me posted, all right?

Let me know if there's
anything I can do

to help you guys out.

- Be on it, Captain.

- All right. Cool. I'll
keep you posted, man.

Nice meeting you.

(tense music)

* 'Cause baby, you a boss *

* And I know,
never take a loss *

* But it's time
to pay the cost *

* And that's why
you're the boss *

* You the boss,
baby, you're a boss *

* And I know,
never take a loss *

* 'Cause you put
time, pay the cost *

* And that's why
you're the boss *

- Be right back, baby.
You need anything?

- You can grab us some
Chinese food, I guess.

By time I get done
studying you for this test,

it'll be too late
for me to cook.

- All right. China,
one on Jefferson good?

- Jefferson? That's
all way across town.

Why you going that way?

- I mean, Keisha just
asked me to pick up TJ

while she go to a job interview.

- On a Sunday night?

- [Terrance] That's
what she said.

- And you believe her?

- I mean, it don't matter
if I believe her or not.

I mean, shit, I'm not
about to give her no excuse

to not get a job,

so she can stay outta my pocket.

- That girl could
have 10 damn jobs,

and she's still gonna
be in your pockets.

It's not about the
money, Terrance.

It's about control.

- Yeah, I was
thinking about that.

You know the Captain
pretty much guaranteed me

that big promotion
I've been waiting for.

- That's a good thing, right?

- Yeah, and no.

You know, with a big promotion
come a big pay raise.

- The more money you make,

the more she could come
after you for child support.

- Exactly.

I mean unless I can convince her

to take me off child support
before my big promotion.

- You'll be better off
getting full custody of TJ,

if you think she's gonna
take you off child support.

- Well, you think we
can handle full custody?

- Yeah, you can, if
you hire a nanny.

Me, on the other hand,

I'm not playing full-time
mom to no kids but my own.

- But you know you
about to be a stepmom

soon as we get married, right?

- Keyword married.

And until then, it's
your responsibility.

You made this mess, Terrance,

and I'm not about
to slow my life down

waiting on you to fix it.

- I'm trying.

- Well, try a
little more harder.

- [Terrance] I love you.

- See you later.

(Terrance knocking on door)

- What is up?

- Don't look like
you dressed to go

to no job interview to me.

- My interview is bright
and early in the morning.

I was not gonna have time
to get myself together,

get TJ together,

drop him off to you,

and still make it to my
interview in rush hour traffic.

- True. Where's TJ?

- He's sleeping,
but I'll go get him.

- Hold on, Keisha.

Something I wanna
talk to you about.

- Look, I am not
about to apologize

for what happened between me
and your bitch the other night.

- Yeah, and you know you
was wrong as hell for that.

That's not what I want
to talk to you about.

- Okay. Then what's up?

What you wanna talk about?

- Think I'm a good dad to TJ?

- I mean, there are
a couple of things

that you could do better,

but for the most part, yeah.

- And I come through every
time you need me to, right?

- Terrance, what
are you getting at?

- I'm actually here
to offer you something

that'll be good
for the both of us.

- You know, I might
like the sound of that.

- Focus, Keisha.

- All right, come on, Terrance.

What? You make me miss my show?

- I want you to take
me off child support.

- Now what the hell
would I do that?

- Because I could pay your
child support payments in cash,

that way you don't have
to report it as income.

Income that'll affect your
government assistance.

- Okay, I'm listening.

Keep talking.

- So I pay you the same amount

that you're
receiving every week,

plus an extra thousand
dollars for TJ

on his birthday
and for Christmas.

- And how do I know
you gonna keep up

your end of this bargain

once I sign these papers
for child support?

- Just in case you asked.

Have everything in writing.

Same amount you're receiving
every week on Friday,

plus the extra payments.

Now all you have to do is sign,

agreeing to our new arrangement.

Ah, one last thing.

- And what is this?

- That's the request
to drop child support.

- Damn! Do I even get a
second to think about this?

- Keisha, I don't
have fucking time

to play with you all night.

- You know what, I'm
gonna go check on TJ.

I'll be back. Just...

Okay, he's still asleep.

What was we talking about again?

- Hold on. Lemme finish
ordering me and Kyra food.

All right, done.

Now back to what
we were discussing.

- Terrance, don't you
know I've loved you

since we were kids?

- You might have, but
none of that shit matters.

I'm engaged to Kyra now.

- So why you keep bringing
your ass back over here

with me then? Hmm?

- Look, Keisha, we can't
keep doing this shit.

Whatever happened between
me and you was a mistake.

- You know you lost
so much, Terrance.

You starting to
believe your own lies.

I mean, Kyra not here,

so you can cut it with all the,

"Oh, this slipped
up and happened.

"This was a mistake," bullshit.

I mean, me and Kyra, we
basically sister wives.

- That shit not funny, Keisha.

- Oh, tell me something.

How would Kyra feel
if she found out

that what we really been fucking
around for over five years,

or that my oldest son is
actually your son as well?

- But she won't, now will she?

- Well, that all depends on you.

- You know, I find it real crazy

that you had an
entirely different nigga

thinking he was the
father of that boy

for the last four years.

I mean, you had a nigga paying
child support and everything.

If this shit ever came out,

honestly you got a lot
more to lose than I do.

- Maybe, maybe not.

The only way we gonna find out

is if you give me what I want.

* Broccoli *

* All I ever wanted
was some attention *

* All I ever needed
was you to listen *

* Listen to the
way I'm feeling *

* Girl, that's why you
out here trippin' *

* You always bitchin' *

* Like that thing is
what you been missin' *

* Still can't believe
that you twistin' *

* Man, you fucked, those
guys mean business *

* But you cannot
measure my distance *

* You cannot measure
my distance, no *

* A little bit *

* Yeah, you bug me
just a little bit *

* I can't stop thinking
bout the shit that you did *

* Like how you and Nani
fucked over the kid *

* Oh, and it hurt me *

* Bitch, I can feel
my brain burning *

* Now deep down inside
I did not deserve this *

* The challenges, now
I look bad as shit *

* All I ever wanted
was some attention *

- What are you doing?

- Making sure I have evidence
of our little agreements.

When is this supposed
to start anyway?

- I'll file the paperwork with

a friend of the court tomorrow.

As soon as they notify me that
everything's been processed,

I make the payments
directly to you.

- Wait, one more question.

Just, you know, outta curiosity.

How's your little bitch
feel about our arrangement?

- Respect my woman, Keisha.

- Why should I?

You don't.
(tense music)

- Because I can make
your life miserable.

- Just as much as I
can make yours, Love.

- [Terrance] Babe.

Babe.

- What time is it?

- It's 10:00.

- Oh. What took you so long?

I actually had to drop
TJ off at Miss Brenda,

'cause I got something to take
care of early in the morning.

Wanna make your food now?

I put your plate in the fridge.

- You can make me a
plate. I'm starving.

- All right.

- Oh.

So you just talked
to Keisha about

dropping the child support?

(paper rustles)

What's this?

- Papers Keisha signed
dropping child support.

- I can't believe
she actually did it.

What's the catch?

- I mean, shit, once
I explained to her

how receiving the child
support payments in cash

would not affect her low
income housing or food stamps,

she was all for it.

- I bet.

- Oh, forgot to
grab us some water.

(phone chimes)

- Who the fuck is this
DMing me this late at night?

- [Terrance] I know it
better not be no nigga.

- What the fuck?

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* You might not
want to get close *

* Real love, I was *

* Covered in tattoos *

* Runnin' up,
taking part of you *

* Stepping up place,
feeling the fear *

* I know you feelin'
it in the air *

* Whole squad
wearing all black *

* Motivation's
looking real bad *

* Oh, we bad to the bone *

* Raising a fire alone *

* We never needed nobody *

* Give me six feet,
this is my party *

* Ain't got no
feelings, we hollow as *

* Taking pictures
out of darkness *

* Blow up this spot
and we runnin' *

* Ready or not, here we comin' *

* Somebody better
say a prayer for me *

* Say a prayer *

* Tonight may get
a little crazy *

* Wild, woo *

* You can meet me outside,
but you better buckle up *

* It's a wild ride *

* Welcome to the wild side *

* Wild, wild, wild *

* Welcome to the wild side *

* Wild, wild, wild *

* Welcome to the wild side *

* Wild, wild, wild *

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