"The Messenger (Skit)" as written by and Anthony Henderson....
[Krayzie]
Aw shit. Excuse me man, excuse me.

[Waiter]
Uh, yes sir?

[Krayzie]
Could you tell me where the payphone at in here or something?

[Waiter]
Certainly. Back there by the wine racks.

[Krayzie]
All right, thanks a lot. Thank you, thank you.

[Waiter]
Oh, you're welcome sir.

[Krayzie]
Shit. It's a classy-ass, motherfucking restaurant.
Know this motherfucker got the money, punk motherfucker.
Shit.
His contact Hello?
Yeah, hello?

[Contact]
What's happening?

[Krayzie]
Yeah, I'm in the motherfucking spot now, man

[Contact]
He there?

[Krayzie]
I don't see nobody yet, but I know the nigga'll be here. He got
Reservations.

[Contact]
All right, handle your business.

[Krayzie]
I think I see his broad comin' in right now
Contact Right on time.
So don't worry about shit.
I'm a handle this nigga, man. This nigga in a
Classy-ass, motherfucking' restaurant,
I know this nigga got the motherfucking money.
Don't worry about shit, I'm a have it.
All right?

[Contact]
No mercy, nigga.

[Krayzie]
Alright.

[Broad]
Excuse me.

[Waiter]
Uh, yes ma'am.

[Broad]
I have a reservation. It's for Jones.

[Waiter]
For Jones? Let me see here for a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called. He
Said, he is running late,
But I am to seat you now.

[Broad]
Okay, thank you.

[Waiter]
Follow me this way.
Here you go ma'am.
Um, would you like to start with
Something to drink while you wait?

[Broad]
Do you have a Chardonnay?

[Waiter]
Most certainly, coming right up.
Oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now.
Hi, Mr. Jones how are you this evening?

[Mr. Jones]
Hey, what's up? What's up? What's up?

[Broad]
Hi, baby.

[Mr. Jones]
Hey, baby. Damn.

[Broad]
Baby, what took you so long?
I been just waitin' and waitin'.
This is a nice place.

[Mr. Jones]
Yeah, its cool. It's cool. Did you order yet?

[Broad]
No, baby. I was waitin' on you, baby?

[Mr. Jones]
What? What's happenin'?

[Broad]
That guy's been staring at me since I've sat down.

[Mr. Jones]
What dude?

[Broad]
You know him?

[Mr. Jones]
What dude?

[Broad]
That guy over there.

[Mr. Jones]
Over where? Aw, shit.

[Broad]
Baby, what's wrong?

[Mr. Jones]
Damn, don't worry about it!
Just, damn, just, just be cool, just be cool.

[Broad]
Baby, he's walkin' over here now.

[Mr. Jones]
Oh, shit.

[Broad]
Baby, he's, baby he's goin' in his jacket.

[Krayzie]
Message for Mr. Jones, motherfucker!

[Broad]
Oh, shit!

[Mr. Jones]
Cover your head.

[Krayzie]
Punk motherfucker. Punk motherfucker!
Fuck you! Get the fuck out my way! Get the fuck out my way!
Fuck you! Get the fuck out my way. Get the fuck out my way.
A Bystander My leg! My leg!


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