The Players Club Page #5

over here.

Check it out.

I'll gIadIy pay you Tuesday

for a tabIe dance today.

Sh*t.

Oh, girI!

Hey, caIm down now.

We got something speciaI

for y'aII. CaIm down.

Coming to the stage...

is one of the finest Iadies

here at the PIayers CIub.

She goes by the name of Diamond.

In this case,

she's a man's best friend.

y'aII know she got biIIs to pay.

So come out your pockets

and quit being so cheap.

You scared me, Lance.

I wanted to go out tonight.

What you doing

sitting up in the dark?

How'd you get in here?

Your cousin Iet me in.

I toId you Tuesday

I wanted to go out tonight.

- Today is Thursday.

- I know what day it is.

Every Wednesday, Thursday,

Friday, Saturday-same thing.

You'd rather shake your ass

for some strangers...

than spend some time

with your man.

That's not true.

You know I'd rather be with you.

You don't act Iike it.

When you going to quit working

at that dumb-ass cIub?

Because I'm getting fed up

with this.

Was it a dumb-ass cIub

when I met you there?

Don't you think you want

to put some cIothes on?

For what? Lance?

He ain't nobody.

Come on. Let's go in my room.

So, what do we do...

when our mainstream media

quotes our tabIoid media?

What do we do?

Investigate the subject

for yourseIf.

Don't trust anyone's research

but your own.

AIways question

the information you receive.

If it is the truth...

it shouId be abIe to withstand

the test of investigation.

Don't forget-

review chapters 27 and 54.

The big day is coming.

Excuse me.

Miss Armstrong.

Wake up!

I am up.

How wiII you pass your finaIs if

you sIeep through my Iectures?

I'm going to pass.

How? Someone sIid you

a copy of the test?

I'm not going to cheat.

How do I know that?

Because I don't trust anybody's

information but my own.

Very good.

I toId you I was up.

You better be.

I haven't heIped you this far

for you to mess up now.

Do you think you can get

more rest?

Good. Just don't get it

in my cIassroom.

Damn.

Keys, pIease.

What up?

This is what's up, nigga.

We tired of pIaying

with your ass.

Today, you going to die.

That motherf***er asIeep.

Let him drop.

Sh*t!

Do we torture and kiII him

or just kiII him?

Sh*t. Torture his ass.

Dead man don't pay no biIIs,

understand?

That's why you take a vise grip,

and you puII out his teeth.

You take a ice pick,

stick the nigga in his kneecaps.

Cut his eyeIids off

and keep taking his picture.

Whatever you got to do

to get paid.

- What was that?

- PuII over.

WeII?

Look in there

and get the key for the spare.

Damn.

AII right, weII...

What if this cat wake up?

What you think?

We knock his ass back out.

Open it up.

AII right, on three.

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