Secretary: This is how we do it... this is how we do it
[phone ring]
Sec: Last chance records may i help you?
Oh what's up girl! Young nigga came over last night and guess what.
He was a busta. But hold on a second.
Excuse me may I help you?
Poison: Yeah I wanna see Chester I got an appointment with him.
Sec: Won't you have a seat he'll be with you shortly.
[Door opens]
Sec: Mr Johnson your 2:30 is here.
Mr J: Eh, send him in. Damn, your showing a little good today girl.
Sec: Mr johnson will see you now.
Mr J: He heey! Come on in here boy, see I told you you was goin' be
a star, didn't I?
P: Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man, you ow
me
some money.
Mr J: Man, money! wha???
P: Man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin'
about!
Mr J: Let me...
P: Fuck that!
[gun shot]
Mr J: AAOOWW! you didn't have to shoot me...
P: Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! It's too late for that shit!
[ 7 gun shots]
Sec: AAAW, You shot Mr Johnson!
[2 gunshots]
P: SHUT UP, BITCH!