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!