Vol.1: The Wash Written by: 0-T on June 29th, 2002 In the midst of the Nas/Jay rivalry, Suge sides with Nas. He heads to a club where Jay is expected to show, unbeknownst to Jay. Dame: Ay, you feel like hittin up this club tonight? Jay: Eh, I just went to the club last night... I got 2 interviews tomorrow. Dame: You gettin old, man. Jay: Nah, I just gotta make sure my interviews are hotta! Dame: Aight, we'll stay in. I'll tell Bleek not to wash the 6. Jay: .... nah, make him wash it anyway. He needs to earn his keep. Dame: HOLLA! Jay: *throws up the Roc* Suge: That nigga Jay ain't show cause I'm here!! He shook!! Kurupt: May I go to the bathroom, sir? Suge: Nigga, what did I tell you would happen if you let go of your Death Row chain one more time? Kurupt: C'mon, I look stupid walking around holding a--- Suge: *looks at Kurupt* Kurupt: *holds up chain* Death Row for Life. Bleek: We gotta have this ride clean by 9 o'clock. Hand me the bucket, Lil' Chris. Sparks: For the last time, I'm Sparks! That's Lil' Chris over there. Oskino: Nah nigga, I'm Oskino. Lil' Chris is sleep. Sparks: Oh, my bad. Bleek: Damn, you niggas can't even tell yourselves apart. How you expect me to? Oskino: Nigga, we State Property. We sold more than both your albums combined. Bleek: Bitch I told you, my street team fucked over me. Sparks: Yeah, they shoulda put Jay-Z's face on the cover of your samplers. Bleek: WHAT? Sparks: Nigga, how you gonna let Beans, Free, and Cam move ahead of you on a label you been down with since day one? Bleek: BITCH, I'LL F-- Dame: hey, what's all this noise out here? Less talkin, more cleaning. Bleek, Sparks, and Oskino: Okay Dame. Dame: Bleek, I told you to call me Mr. Dash. Bleek: But they just called you-- Dame: State Property are assistant executives now. They can call me Dame. Bleek: WHAT??? Nigga I-- Sparks: *snickers* Bleek: SHUT UP OSKINO! Bleek: *Looks real nervous* Jay: All I wanna know is who Sparks: Bleek did it, Jay! Bleek: BITCH! I didn't even wash that side! Jay: Bleek, what'd I tell you about my doors? Bleek: I know... wax on, wax off *does Karate Kid motion* I was doin that Jay: Then how'd this scratch get on my door, Bleek? Bleek: C'mon Jay-- Jay: Mr. Carter. Bleek: I'm sorry... Mr. Carter... as I said, I didn't wash that side of the car. Oskino: He lyin Jay! He did that whole side.. he wasn't watchin what he was doin. I saw him when he scratched it! Bleek: Nigga, if you was watchin what you was doin, how the fuck did you see when I scratched it? Jay: So you did scratch it Bleek: I mean.. no-- I mean, he didn't see me not scratch it... cause I didn't. Sparks: BUSTED!! Bleek: Nigga, your grill is busted. FUCK YOU! Jay: Bleek, you disappoint me. Bleek: Aw c'mon Ja- Mr. Carter. Jay: I ask you to do this one simple thing, and you can't even do that right. I tried to give you an indoor job, and you fucked my carpet all up. Bleek: Man, them corners is tricky! Jay: Enough... give me the keys to your ride. Bleek: But that's mine! I had that before I even met you. Jay: *reaches out hand* Bleek: but.. but... you won't even drive my car. What you need it for?? Jay: The keys, nigga. Dame: HOLLA! Bleek: *hands Jay-Z his car keys* Jay: (looking at Oskino) Hey, Sparks Oskino: Yes Jay? Jay: Sparks, take the keys. *throws them to Oskino* Oskino: I'm not old enough to drive yet. Jay: No, I want you to drag the keys along the side of Bleek's ride. Bleek: Aw c'mon man. That's my only ride man. Dame: hehehe Copyright © 2002, 2003, 2004 SoundCircuit.com. All Rights Reserved. |