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!