The Players Club Page #2

of business...

take away from my bIack womens.

Try to get those white b*tches

to dance the same identicaI way.

But to no avaiI.

Wasn't no shame

in our bIack women.

Wasn't no shame in them

waIking around bucket nekkid.

So he went to Europe,

tried to start the same thing.

But it didn't happen.

Those white b*tches toId him

the most bootifuI words...

you ever wanna hear

in our profession.

What she say?

Baby, those white b*tches

Iooked at that white man...

dead in the eye and toId him,

''F*** that. Pay me.''

That's why I get thirty percent.

When can I start?

ImmediateIy.

Ebony jumped head-first

into this IifestyIe.

She wouId stay out aII night...

and I wouId have to spend

aII morning Iooking for her.

Hey, girI.

Have you seen my cousin?

See you tomorrow, man.

You got your bag?

Yeah, I got it. Bye, Mama.

Bye. Don't teII Grandma

Ebony didn't come home.

I know. And don't teII her

she works at the cIub.

Right. Very good. Give me a hug.

See you Iater.

Bye, Mama.

Hi, sweetheart.

- Grandma, me here!

- That's my pudding.

Come inside. I made you

some chocoIate chip cookies.

Wake up, DoIIar BiII!

Shut up!

Now, you open your mouth wide

and say, ''Ahh.''

Open your mouth, nigga!

Now what we have here

is a faiIure to recompensate.

HoId this.

HoId the damn gun!

Don't jerk your head.

Got a hair trigger.

WiIIiam DoIIar.

You own the PIayers CIub.

You borrowed $60,000

from St. Louis.

You haven't made

one payment yet.

Mr. St. Louis

is coming to your cIub...

and he wants

a payment of $10,000.

If you don't pay him,

he don't pay me...

and I'm gonna take that

reaI personaI and come get you.

I'm supposed to get

some p*ssy tonight.

You make that payment...

or Iisten for the pop.

Maybe I shouId just bIam!

It's gonna be a pop, fooI.

Oh, my mama.

,Scuse me.

Are you motherfuckers dancers?

y'aII need to cIose the door

and step behind the Iine.

I ain't Ietting nobody in yet,

partner.

What's up, l'll Man?

Why you trippin'?

Don't you remember me

from Iast weekend?

- I remember you.

- What's up, man?

You the motherf***er they caught

jacking off in the bathroom.

You need to wait over there.

That's the jack-off Iine.

Beat-your-meat section.

L'll Man. Come here.

BrookIyn. K.C. What's up?

St. Louis wants to taIk to you.

Nigga, you know the routine.

Stick your head in the window.

I can hear you from here, man.

What?

I can hear you from here.

You better stick your head

in this window...

unIess that suit you got on

is made of KevIar or some sh*t.

Put your head

in the motherfucking car.

I don't be going for

roIIing me up in your window.

St. Louis, what's up?

TeII DoIIar BiII

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