Never Die Alone Page #2

Rock, we cool, right?|The hell with you then.

- You got my money?|- Damn, is that all you care about?

What else is there? Money...

p*ssy and money.

It's all there, plus the interest.

Cool. Always know|I can count on you, Mike.

- Damn, what about me?|- What about you, motherf***er?

I got another job for y'all.|You really gonna like this one, Mike.

You'll never believe in a million years|who suddenly came back from the dead.

- Tupac?|- You're a funny motherf***er, boy.

Who?

Somebody you been waitin' for|for a long time.

- D-David.|- You know, you never cease to amaze me.

Aren't I always telling you|how smart this motherfuckin'boy is?

All the time.

- Where is he?|- Hold on, Mike.

You want me to keep thinkin'|you're smart, you gotta act smart.

King David already made an arrangement|to pay back the money he owes me.

In return, I promised him|he'd be in the clear...

and you know I always|keep my promise.

You know that about me, Mike.

I want you and Blue to make the pickup|and bring me back my 30 G's.

- End of story.|- That's f***ed up, man.

Why don't you send Rockie|to collect it, or somebody else?

'Cause I don't wanna send|no-f***in'-body else.

You keep f***in' with me, Blue--

Now, I want you|to view this as a test--

see how you handle yourself|under pressure.

Don't f*** this up. I don't want it|traced back to me. Understand?

- Where?|- Blue Room. 6:00.

You'll recognize the car|when you see it.

Mike.

Don't make me regret this.

That's bullshit.

- Ella, let's go.|- Hold up a second.

- Ow!|- I gotta do somethin' before we go home.

- Get in the car!|- Damn!

What the hell|crawled up his ass?

Yo, just be quiet and do|as you're told, a'ight?

You want a refill, college boy?

I do have a name, you know?|It's Paul.

Whatever. You want another drink,|or what? It's paid for.

- What's that guy's story anyway?|- Who, King David?

Sh*t.

Just look up ''back-stabbin' cocksucker''|in the dictionary.

It'll tell ya everything|you need to know.

- Cheers.|- Cheers.

Let me handle this. You ain't in the right|state of mind to deal with this.

No. We gonna handle this. We gonna|do this just like Moon said we gonna do it.

No. We gonna do this like|I'm sayin' we gonna do this.

Just stay in the car and let me|take care of this, a'ight?

- Mike, tell me what's goin' on.|- Yo, Ella, this ain't the time right now.

- I wasn't askin' you, Blue.|- Don't get f***in' smart!

Man, what the hell is wrong with you?

That's it, man. You stayin'.

I'm sorry. All right?

I'm sorry.

- You King?|- Do I look like Prince, motherf***er?

Let's get this sh*t over with, man.

- Here it is. 1 5,000.|- Moon said you owe 30, man.

He did? Ha!|I'm just f***in' with you.

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