The Players Club Page #4

in case I gotta do something

reaI quick. Go on.

You gonna ever pay 'em?

Do what I teII you!

Keep your eyes open

in case something transpire!

I'm DoIIar BiII! Chi-town!

Pay no country boy nothin'!

Nervous.

Those damn girIs

better be onstage.

I'm DoIIar BiII.

I wish I never got

this nigga name tattooed on me.

What the f***

y'aII doing down here?

I got a house

fuII of peopIe upstairs!

I'm Iosin' doggone money Iike

a cancer patient Iosin' weight!

You sittin' down here

buIIshittin'...

and when you buIIshit,

you mess with my percentage!

You better get upstairs

and shake some ass!

Where the heII is Diamond?

You go and teII Diamond

to get her funky ass upstairs...

'cause she up first.

And I want my percentage.

Ain't no moonIighting

round here!

Didn't think I knew about it,

but DoIIar knew about it!

So if you don't have my money,

I'm gonna...

So, what happened to you

Iast night?

I made me some money.

That's nice.

But aII money ain't good money.

So how you make yours?

WeII, Ronnie and Tricks

Came up to me Iast night...

and asked if I wanted

to make some extra money.

They knew about

some party at the BeImont...

and they wanted some dancers,

so I went.

But I heard

it wasn't no maIes there.

It was just femaIes.

So, what'd you do?

I danced for 'em.

They was paying.

That's aII you did

was just dance?

That's it.

Whatever.

That's what happened.

I toId you about them two.

- Yeah, I know.

- You know?

Ebony, you reaIIy need

to sIow your roII down.

You movin' way too fast.

Trust me.

Better watch that big oI, thang.

What's up, shorty?

Come here

and Iet me hoIIer at you.

Sh*t.

She gotta go upstairs.

Don't you?

I gotta go upstairs.

Hey, hey, Iook here.

I wanna weIcome aII y'aII

broke-ass entrepo-niggas...

to the PIayers CIub.

We got a two-drink minimum

and water don't count.

And for a mere ten doIIars...

you can have the Iadies

of your wet dreams...

to come and give you

a personaI tabIe dance.

Now if you Iooking

for some fine asses...

you need to keep on Iooking.

But if You're Iooking

for the hos with buIIet hoIes...

cigarette burns,

and stab wounds...

you in the right goddamn spot.

And it aII goes down here

at the PIayers CIub.

Miron, can I just do one dance?

No, thank you.

What you want, Joe,

some SIim Fast?

No SIim Fast, baby.

I want some Henn. Doggy dog.

I want the sh*t

you be drinkin' on...

not that watered down sh*t

you serve us.

These hos is tired.

My Iast time coming here, dude.

Dawg, I'm a Iifetime member

up in here, boy.

Just chiII out, 'cause BrookIyn

toId us to page him...

when we see DoIIar BiII,

so Iay up in the cut.

Damn.

Hey, Tricks, bring your oId ass

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