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 want to 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!