Fresh Page #5

Now you know better

than to always be in my face

with this silly ass nonsense.

I wouldn't if Jake paid me.

But he like always gettin' mad

about somethin'.

And you know I ain't gonna

be gettin' all up in his face

when he like that.

- So instead, you get in mine.

- 'Cause you ain't like that.

My man Fresh.

My stand-up little G.

You see, homes, this--

Hey, what the f*** you doin'?

I was pickin' up.

Don't be doin' sh*t

behind my back! Why the f***

you gonna be doin' that?

Corky, it was my turn.

Man, we just playin'.

It's just me, baby.

I don't give a f*** who you is!

Be my mother, motherf***er,

I don't play that sh*t!

-Sorry, all right?

- Yeah, you be sorry.

You do that sh*t,

just do it in front of my face.

Now, am I free to finish my

little transaction here...

without every n*gger be doin'

some sh*t behind my back?

N*ggers be dissin' you

at every turn, homes.

It's all right, 'cause

you my stand-up little G.

Yeah.

And, uh, I'll be talkin' to Jake

about his temper too.

It's one hundred dollars.

N*ggers be gettin'

$50 for lookout.

I be runnin' that rock all day.

One hundred dollars.

You one bad

motherf***er, crimey.

Only reason you ain't the man

is you still too goddamn little.

But you get bigger,

you gonna be the man.

Oh, man!

I shake on a game, Fishcake.

That wasn't no game.

All right.

Who's next, who's next?

Come on. I heard there was

players in this sh*t hole.

All I see is chumps.

Come on. Who's gonna

give me a game?

Come on.

Get outta here.

I ain't got time

for this sh*t.

All right.

Play.

Check.

Mate in four.

F*** you. Ain't no mate

in no four. F*** you.

Would've been four

if you were smart. Mate.

Sh*t.

That sh*t over there

was a waste of time.

Fished me a twenty, Dad.

You don't be pulling 'em in

for no twenties.

Said it was a waste of time.

Time ain't money...

no matter what those morons

who eat that kind of sh*t up

may try and tell you.

Anything lost can be found again,

except for time wasted.

- It was fun, Dad, stupid fun.

You seen that n*gger--

- Chess ain't fun, boy.

How many times I gotta

tell you that? Dont you

listen to a word I say?

- Maybe if I seen you more.

- Well, you don't,

so youd be well served...

to retain some of the knowledge

I'm impartin' to you...

rather than giving me

all your hard-ass

street-attitude bullshit.

Ain't so much fun now, is it?

Gettin' to be less and less fun

every second here.

Uh-uh, think about it.

Forget the clock

for a second, Michael.

What kind of player am I?

Am I an offensive man

or a defensive man?

That's right; I'm neither.

I play my opponent.

If he likes to attack,

I force him to defend himself.

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