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>> Simee's Boyfriend: Hold on, hey babe, hold on, babe,
hold on, wait a minute, no, for real.
>> Simee: Don't touch me.
>> I'm just saying, it ain't
even like that
That was nothing right there.
What you come over here like that for anyway?
>> Simee: Get the *** back before I run your *** over.
>> Simee's Boyfriend: Do what you got to do then.
[ Music ]
[ Birds Chirping ]
[ Music ]
>> Water Boy: I got that ice cold black man.
I'm just trying to sell water.
>> Country: Hey, Tracy.
>> Tracy: Hi, how you guys doing?
>> Country: Good.
Come on back over here.
Look at you looking all good, smelling good.
>> Tracy: Boy, I got to truck it.
>> Country: Oh, girl, see you later.
All right, call me.
What's up, my man?
It's hot out here man, it's hotter than Africa.
Thanks for the water.
Did you see that?
[ Music ]
[ Foreign Language Spoken ]
[ Music ]
[ Foreign Language Spoken ]
>> Ramadan: You know I don't speak that much Spanish.
>> Tyra: In this store again?
Sis, how much music you need?
>> Simee: You all need to be up here in here anyway,
you need to learn some culture.
>> Celine: They ain't got no CDs?
Whatever.
>> Simee: Please, okay?
>> Celine: Far from ghetto.
>> Saleslady: Excuse me.
Simmee Smith?
>> Simee: Yeah.
>> Saleslady: I just want to let you know that your CD is very,
very touching, profound.
[ Foreign Language Spoken ]
>> Celine: She's speaking Spanish.
[ Foreign Language Spoken ]
>> Simee: Okay.
[ Foreign Language Spoken ]
>> Saleslady: You deserve it.
>> Simee: Thank you.
>>Saleslady: And I'm glad you
left the ***
[ Laughter ]
>> Simee: The ***, gracias, that means so much to me.
Thank you.
>> Tyra: You leave an *** for an ***.
>> Celine: Unh unh, no she didn't.
>> Tyra: Sis, it is no coincidence
that most rappers are homosexuals.
>> Celine: Hold on, wait a minute now.
I'm married to a rap star.
I am highly offended.
>> Tyra: And that you should be.
Your husband is gone 13 months out of the year.
>> Celine: Oh yeah, ha ha ha, hilarious.
But money don't grow on trees, okay?
At least I'm not living
in my mama's basement with no man at all.
>> Simee: I can't take you all nowhere.
Jeez.
>> Saleslady: Here you go.
>> Simee: Yeah, this is just what I was looking for.
Thank you.
>> Saleslady: You're welcome.
>> Ramadan: What you know about Donny Hathaway?
Okay, well, while you're in here shopping,
I got this high spoken word CD
for a five dollar donation, it could be yours.
Thank you for your purchase.
>> Simee: All right, y'all, come on, let's go.
>> Ramadan: Okay.
>> Celine: Ooh, girl, who is the cutie?
>> Tyra: I know, right?
>> Simee: What cutie?
>> Celine: What cut-- oh I see.
And Donny Hathaway got your heart, huh?
>> Simee: Anyway, let's go, all right?
>> Celine: Well, for real, though, who's the cutie?
>> Tyra: Girl, he wasn't all that.
>> Celine: Yeah, I saw them transactions going on.
>> Simee: Whatever.
>> Ramadan: What up, black men?
>> Country: Hey, what it do?
>> Terrence: My little brother.
Chilling man.
Hey, how that CD coming on?
>> Ramadan: It's coming.
What up with you all though?
>> Jinx: Man, just trying not to just exist, my brother.
>> Ramadan: Come on, man, you know the struggle is all day.
>> Terrence: Well, I'm struggling
with all these fine *** women out here, whoo.
>> Ramadan: Yes, indeed.
>> Terrence: Black women and Puerto Rican.
The best women on the planet.
>> Country: Man, best women on the planet,
that's what I'm talking about.
>> Terrence: Look, just give me one hour with J Lo, just one.
>> Jinx: Man, Marc Anthony beat the hell out you, dude.
>> Terrence: Man, I'll whoop that little ***'s ***.
>> Jinx: Why you got to use the N word, man?
>> Terrence: Why you got to use the N word, man?
You sound just like the rest of those hypocrites.
Those filthy rich *** celebrities who come on T.V.
and lobby the ghetto against saying the word ***
when they the same *** that can invest
in our community and they don't, okay?
>> Country: I just think that word should be stricken
from our language in general.
Farrakhan said that, man.
>> Terrence: I understand that coming from Farrakhan.
But, country, we from Englewood, homey.
And Oprah Winfrey ain't opened as much as a donut shop here.
>> Jinx: Because she know black people'll tear it up.
Oprah Winfrey ain't stupid.
>> Terrence: No, no, no, Jinx, Jinx,
black people won't tear it up, *** will.
>> Ramadan: *** will.
>> Terrence: Okay?
>> Ramadan: Well, my people are lost
because of the lack of knowledge, man.
Not because of lack of a good job.
>> Country: But not if we see white folks are the ones
that work with Condoleeza Rice ain't looking
to give black folks no job, man.
>> Terrence: Look, I ain't working for no white man.
What we need to do is open our own country club,
our own restaurants, and most importantly, our own schools.
>> Ramadan: And you going to teach there?
>> Terrence: Whatever.
>> Jinx: White man got the good job.
>> Country: It takes Uncle Tom like this one, Sambo,
integrationist idiot to say something stupid like that, man.
>> Terrence: Come on, man, you serious?
>> Jinx: Dude, you all just angry.
>> Terrence: I know that *** is right.
You show me a black man that ain't angry
and I'll show you a gullible *** ***.
>> Country: Oh Larry Elder ain't mad about nothing.
>> Jinx: Who is Larry Elder?
>> Terrence: A gullible *** ***.
And anyway, man, come on, they ain't going to give us a chance.
We some ex-felons.
>>Man, this system wasn't designed
for black folks anyway.
>> Country: Oh we know that, but what about African Americans?
>> Terrence: He got a point there.
>> Ramadan: In the house.
>> Terrence: Oh, damn.
Como estas, Mami, senorita, tienes novio?
>> Ramadan: [Spoken word] Before the beginning of the beginning,
father time and mother earth birthed the idea
of birthing a particular earthling.
The elegance of this specimen was heaven sent.
And it seemed senseless to fight the feeling
of being defenseless once you laid eyes on the prize created
by mother earth and father time.
The combined design of flesh with the divine erupted
into a breathtaking structure appropriately named the
black woman.
Her presence gave evidence of the four elements, earth,
being her mother, the spirit of the black woman was covered
by a caramel colored clay crafted and shaped
as in earthly display of radiance.
And the cadence of her feet stepping slowly and, oh,
so gracefully through the universe brought joyful smiles
to the faces of her parents.
Even the angels themselves were in reverence
of this perfectly proportioned piece of putty.
She was forged in the fire and that's what made her godly.
And oddly enough the heat didn't damage her skin it's actually
what gave her the gorgeous tint originally a beautiful baked
bronze but possessing a prism -
>> Simee: Stop.
>> Celine: Look, that is my cue.
>> Simee: All right.
>> Celine: I'm not in here, I see you ladies later.
>> Tyra: See you, girl.
Where you going?
>> Celine: Jeff is flying into Europe.
And he said when he lands,
he's going to have a little downtime for his wifey.
Mmm-Hmm.
>> Tyra: He can't call your cell phone?
>> Celine: Yeah, but I want to be in the privacy of my home,
cuddling my pillow, talking to my husband.
>> Simee: Ain't nothing wrong with that.
>> Celine: Okay.
>> Tyra: Whatever.
>> Celine: I'll see you all later.
>> Simee: All right, girl.
>> Tyra: What you listening to?
>> Simee: No, T. If you must know, you remember that brother
from the record store?
>> Tyra: Yeah.
>> Simee: Anyway, I'm listening to this CD he gave me.
Spoken Word.
>> Tyra: You know Shawn going to kick your ***, right?
>> Simee: What?
I can't listen to the man singing?
>> Tyra: Don't say I didn't warn you.
>> Simee: Look, it's not like that.
Trust me.
>> Tyra: Yeah, okay.
>> Simee: It's not like that.
>> Tyra: Okay.
You over here listening to the spoken word, girl,
we got a long day ahead of us.
Let's go.
>> Simee: Yeah.
You know what?
It's really nice.
It's real nice.
>> Tyra: Is it the CD or the brother that's nice?
>> Simee: Stop it.
>> CD Seller: CDs.
2 for 5. Sister, what's happening?
Self-knowledge, sister, from the nation
or the gods and the earth.
Lessons of the 120 baby.
Brother Asheem.
Assalamu alaikum baby.
What's going on brother?
>>Good to see you, man, what you on?
>> CD Seller: Oh bro.
I'm standing on my square servicing the community what
they need, self-knowledge, brother.
But, at the same time, I'm looking over my shoulder
for the 10 percent so they don't catch you with me.
>>Let's see what you got.
>> CD Seller: Got the 4 120
>> Unidentified Female: Let me the *** go.
>> Ramadan: Hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on man, hold on.
Asheem. Come on, let her go, brother.
Come on, brother, brother, it ain't gotta be like that man.
If the black man is god, you a king, you ain't got to be
out here acting like a ***, man.
Whatever it is, it ain't that serious.
What's happening, sister?
>> Shelby's Assistant: Assalam alaikum Ramadan.
>> Ramadan: Alaikum salaam, what you know about that?
>> Shelby's Assistant: Hey.
>> Ramadan: Shel here?
>> Shelby's Assistant: Yes.
Let me call her and let her know that you're back.
Hi, Shelby.
Ramadan is here to see you.
Okay, I'll send him over.
All right.
Go ahead, she's expecting you.
>> Ramadan: What's going on, Shel?
>> Shelby: What a nice surprise.
What's going on?
>> Ramadan: You know, the love
of this world is enmity with God.
>> Shelby: And where did that come from?
>> Ramadan: This fight I had to break up earlier.
>> Shelby: Mmm.
I'm going to start managing rappers.
>> Ramadan: Good for you.
>> Shelby: You ever think about rapping?
>> Ramadan: No.
I am a spoken word artist.
I do not rap.
>> Shelby: You should think about it,
rappers make a lot of money.
>> Ramadan: Rappers have to sell too much of their soul
to make a lot of money and satisfy their audience.
And I'm not down with that.
>> Shelby: Tupac.
>> Ramadan: Yep.
>> Shelby: Eric B and Rakim.
>> Shelby: Nas.
>>Got everything he ever made.
>> Shelby: Mos.
>> Shelby: Common.
>> Ramadan: Rashid.
>> Ramadan: Mmm-Hmm.
>> Shelby: Devil Made Me Do It, Paris.
>> Ramadan: That was my album.
>> Shelby: Rhymefest.
>> Ramadan: Uh-huh.
>> Shelby: Lupe Fiasco.
>> Ramadan: Rides a skateboard.
>> Shelby: Kanye West.
>> Ramadan: Too much Louis Vuitton.
>> Shelby: Jungle Brothers.
>> Ramadan: Okay.
>> Shelby: Tribe Called Quest.
>> Ramadan: Uh-huh.
>> Shelby: Biggie Smalls.
>> Ramadan: Is the illest.
>> Shelby: Queen Latifah.
>> Ramadan: Hail to the queen.
>> Shelby: Genius.
>> Ramadan: Mmm-Hmm.
>> Shelby: Genius.
>> Ramadan: I hear you, Shel, I love each and every one of them.
But I'm just not a rapper, but I do need
to start making some money.
>> Shelby: I know.
I think I need to start making some money off of you myself.
How're the fellas?
>> Ramadan: Besides being themselves, they all right.
You know how that go.
>> Shelby: You know, Ramadan, a lot of people aren't
into the spoken word thing so, I think you should-- .
>> Ramadan: -- Shel, I do not rap.
I'm not a rapper.
Why are you always trying to take me out of my nature?
>> Shelby: Your nature?
>> Ramadan: Yes, my nature.
>> Shelby: Ramadan, you are a black man.
Rap is in your DNA like fried chicken and yams.
>> Ramadan: I don't even eat meat no more, man.
Whatever.
>> Shelby: Whatever hell.
I'm not asking you to stand on the mountain with Satan
and when he offers you his world that you take it.
But if you are as righteous as you think you are,
your nature is a checkmate against grimy, degrading lyrics.
>> Ramadan: I agree with almost everything you said.
I mean, for real, but I'm just not a rapper, Shel.
And I guess that's why the world can't get Rakim
to do another album.
He's not going to just put anything
on paper to make a dollar.
>> Shelby: He understands what profits a man
to gain the world, but lose his soul.
>> Ramadan: You can say that again.
>> Shelby: What profits a man to gain the world, and lose soul.
>> Ramadan: It was a rhetorical statement.
>> Shelby: Yeah, I know.
[ Singing ]
>> Celine: Girl.
You nervous, honey?
>> Simee: A little bit.
>> Celine: That's okay.
>>Did you do your meditating yet?
>> Simee: Yeah.
>> Celine: Your voice exercises?
>> Tyra: Hey, Celine, did Jeff call?
>> Celine: No.
[ Rapping & Singing ]
>> Tyra: You still look good, girl.
>> Simee: Yeah.
>> Celine: Yeah, you look good like that.
>> Shawn: Mmm.
>> Simee: What are you doing?
>> Shawn: I'm about to get high.
What do it look like?
>> Simee: Well, not in here.
Can you go outside, please?
Shawn, go outside.
>> Shawn: Shut your *** up.
You don't talk to me like I'm a kid, I'm grown.
>> Tyra: Didn't you just here what my sister just said?
>> Shawn: Trick, you can shut your *** up too.
>> Simee: Okay, wait, wait, wait.
>> Sammy: Hey Shawn.
We ain't going to have this *** today, man.
Take this *** elsewhere.
>>You better tell him something,
Sammy before I let you come over here
and whoop his trick ***, you punk.
>> Celine: Mmm-Hmm.
>> Shawn: And you going to get Sammy *** up.
>> Tyra: Take your punk *** on.
>> Shawn: What's your *** *** looking at?
Move, ***.
>> Tyra: Why you messing with these busters, ooh Simee.
Just saying, you going to get somebody hurt.
>> Celine: You are so much better than that.
So much better.
>> Club Announcer: In the club or at church whatever,
a man asks you to do to another man, you say, no.
Why? He dead [laughter].
Stare him in the face, look him right in the face,
don't hold up, don't turn away.
He going, the man will be a man, he going to be curious.
He say, well, ***, what happened to the ***?
Then you going to say, well, I apologize, my lawyer told me not
to talk about this till the case is over [laughter].
So, therefore, hey he going
to walk the *** away cause he ain't going
to want no part of that ***.
But I ain't fittin to be up her all night,
I fixin to bring my girl up, she from the south side of Chicago.
Off the chain, this is one of the coldest singers to come.
She's doing her thing.
Hey, I'm telling you all the truth.
All the way live, here, tonight, y'all put your hands together
and make some mother *** noise for my girl, Simee.
[ Applause ]
>> Male Audience Member: Damn, she fine.
>> Simee: Hello, everyone, hello.
Thank you so much for coming out to the show.
Before I perform my hit single that's out right now called,
"I Could Be Her", I'd like to do an original piece that I wrote.
I met this brother in a record store and he gave me his CD
of the spoken word and I was very, very impressed.
And I wrote this after that meeting.
Slowly undressing me, ample fingertips caressing me.
Laying me down so gently, he's staring at my backside.
Ripe lips gliding over me, your caramel skin sliding over me,
your pleasure's in control of me.
My soul begins to glide.
Your all into sensing me, we combine intimately
as we should sudden things as seen by the naked eye.
Sweat funky as we want to be.
[ Music ]
[ Knocking ]
>> Ramadan: Oh secret squirrel knocking?
We ain't kids no more knock like grown folks.
>> Terrence: What's up, little brother?
>> Ramadan: Yo, you've got to see this E-mail.
>> Terrence: Oh, what you up to?
What are you looking at over here?
Simee Smith?
>> Country: Damn, Simee Smith?
>> Ramadan: Simee Smith.
>> Country: Bro.
Damn.
>>Somebody playing an
early April Fool's joke on you
>> Terrence: Yo, yo, slow up.
Are you serious, man?
>> Ramadan: Yep.
>> Terrence: Word is bond.
>> Ramadan: Word bond.
>> Country: Damn.
>>Country, I know you don't even believe
in my lying *** brother.
>> Country: Hey, man.
How'd you do that, man?
>> Ramadan: You know, I met her
at the record store the other day.
>> Country: Shut up.
Oh my God, she is so damn fine.
And she got a bunch of celebrity friends.
Dude this is about to go down,
you got to hook me up with any --
>> Terrence: She don't want your ***.
>> Country: Beyonce.
>>She don't want your ***.
>> Country: Alicia Keys.
>> Terrence: And you know she don't want your black ***.
>>Yo, yo, you got to find a way for her
to hook me up with Mya.
Can you do that?
>> Terrence: Country,
what I want to know is how your goofy *** be believing my lying
*** brother?
What's up with that, Jinx?
>> Jinx: I don't believe him.
>> Terrence: Simee Smith?
>> Ramadan: Yeah, Simee Smith.
>> Terrence: Ra, I'd hit that ho so hard,
I'd blow her back out, boy.
>> Ramadan: How 'bout you all get out of my house?
>> Terrence: Come on, man, we all right, bro.
Let's go.
>> Country: Yeah, I mean for real, like you won't forget,
I'm going to E-mail you about Mya because,
I mean, me and Mya-- .
>> Terrence: -- Come on, man.
She don't want you, man.
>> Country: Yes she do want me.
I got shotgun.
>> Terrence: All right.
[ Music ]
>> Simee: Hi, Ramadan, how you doing?
>> Ramadan: All right, Simee.
>> Simee: Did you have trouble finding the place?
>> Ramadan: You know, I'm not really one for coincidences,
but this is interesting.
>> Simee: What is?
>> Ramadan: I come here a lot to write, think,
get stuff off my chest.
As a matter of fact,
I've written the majority of my poetry here.
>> Simee: Yeah.
I wrote, I wrote my entire first CD here.
>> Ramadan: No.
>> Simee: Yeah.
You know, Ra, I really loved your CD.
>> Ramadan: Thank you.
>> Simee: So, is there a woman behind those words
for inspiration?
What?
>> Ramadan: You know, from time to time, I pick up one
of those Hollywood magazines.
>> Simee: Okay.
>> Ramadan: Word on the street says, you with Shawn.
So, why you asking me about where I get my inspiration?
>> Simee: All I've had since my very first deal is
Hollywood relationships.
>> Ramadan: Well, what exactly is a Hollywood relationship?
Because, see, I'm from Chicago
so I understand Chicago relationships.
>> Simee: Are you afraid of Shawn or something?
>> Ramadan: What?
Hell, no, I ain't afraid of no Shawn and don't be trying to use
that reverse psychology
on me either 'cause it ain't going to work.
I just don't believe in moving
in on another brother's territory.
>> Simee: Territory?
>> Ramadan: Yeah.
>> Simee: Look, I'm nobody's territory, okay?
>> Ramadan: Mmm.
Looks to me as if you're property of Hollywood
with a big old Hollywood brand on your right butt cheek.
>> Simee: Well, I'm nobody's property.
Thank you.
>> Ramadan: Shouldn't have worn them shoes.
>> Simee: Whatever.
>> Ramadan: Look, I'm sure you compromised your morals
or values or something to get ahead, everybody does.
>> Simee: All I have, I got because of my talent.
Who do you think you are?
>> Ramadan: I'm a brother that's trying to get ahead
in this world without selling his soul
like everybody else, that's who I am.
>> Simee: And I'm that sister.
>> Ramadan: Look, Simee, I'm po'.
That ain't poor, I can't afford the other "or", I'm po'.
The little bit of money I make selling CDs,
I use to pay my rent, my gas, and my lights.
I don't even own my own car.
>> Simee: I've listened to your CD, you have a soul.
>> Ramadan: Souls don't pay bills.
>> Simee: Yeah, they do.
Because if you struggle towards righteousness,
then the riches are already promised to us.
>> Ramadan: There you go being all philosophical.
>> Simee: I'm saying.
>> Ramadan: I feel you.
>> Simee: Do you really?
>> Ramadan: I said I feel you.
>> Simee: All right, then.
And, for the record, Mr. Ramadan El-Amin,
the Hollywood sign is not painted on my right *** cheek.
It's on my left.
>> Ramadan: I knew that was coming.
I knew that was coming.
>> Terrence: Man, I can't believe this, man.
Y'all had lunch, man?
>>Yeah, we met up early
and then we went to eat, dog.
>> Terrence: The world coming to a end.
You know they say in "Vibe" magazine
that she dating that rapper, Shawn.
What a ho.
I like that.
>> Country: Why you got to hate, man?
>> Jinx: I know one thing, dude, I got to learn how
to do some of that spoken word.
>> Ramadan: Get up off of me, man.
>> Terrence: Jinx, your *** can't even write cursive.
>> Jinx: I can write cursive.
>> Terrence: I just don't get it.
>> Country: What is there to get?
>> Ramadan: Yo, listen man, envy is the mother
of all ***, jealous boy.
>> Terrence: Never am I jealous, man.
It ain't like you married the ho.
>> Ramadan: Why she got to be a ho?
>> Country: Stop calling her a ho, okay,
'cause if you keep doing it, I'm going to crack
down on you with my fist okay?
So, stop calling that sister a ho.
>> Ramadan: Why she got to be a ho, dude?
>> Terrence: Look how that ho dress on TV and on them videos.
*** and *** be hanging all out,
the cameraman probably hit it too.
>> Ramadan: Whatever.
That's how she used to dress.
>>look at you all sensitive
over that hoe
and you ain't even hit it.
>> Ramadan: Why you laughing?
>> Jinx: What man?
Your brother funny, man.
>> Country: I just figured you two out.
See, both of you all jealous, okay?
Both of you all some jealous fools.
>> Terrence: Man, shut up, Country.
>> Country: No, no, you jealous, okay?
You got this cheerleading old ho over here laughing
at everything you say.
He jealous too.
>> Ramadan: This his little girlfriend.
>> Terrence: Man, I told you never is a brother jealous.
And Ra, I look better than you anyway.
>> Ramadan: Mmm.
>> Terrence: And you know I look better than your ***, Country.
>> Jinx: What?
>> Country: You stupid as hell.
>> Jinx: I'm going to tell you something,
you just mad 'cause your brother's all
in your head, dude.
And your girl, oh girl got a hidden agenda.
>> Country: Hidden agenda?
You don't even know
what a hidden agenda is
>> Ramadan: Hold on, Country,
let's let this idiot talk 'cause I got to hear this one.
>> Jinx: Let me tell you something, you broke, she rich.
Rich girl don't deal with no broke brothers.
That's why this brother here, Country, deal with white women.
>> Country: What, what, who date white girls?
>> Jinx: Your broke ***.
>> Country: I only date light skinned black
and Latino sisters.
Okay, that's me, okay?
I ain't never dated no white woman ever.
>> Jinx: That ain't no Jennifer Lopez type Latino, man,
that's that Cameron Diaz type Latino.
>> Country: All the women I date are a hundred percent Latino,
okay?
They speak Spanish, they make tacos, they do all that stuff.
>> Jinx: And you speak English.
It might be broken in a billion pieces,
but that don't make you no Englishman,
that make you a black man.
>> Country: You stupid ***.
Okay, this man write poems.
>> Terrence: So what?
He ain't no Shakespeare.
>> Country: And he ain't no damn dummy, dog.
The only difference between Ramadan
and all these other writers out here is is
that they name out there, man.
That's it.
>> Terrence: Yeah, a name is important.
And, tell me, what you got to offer somebody like her?
And, please, don't say no corny *** love.
>> Country: Oh okay, can I say something?
>> Terrence: What?
>>Okay, this what he got to offer.
this brother got vision, all right?
Now, let's be real.
Any good woman, when they see a man with vision,
they stick by his side, man.
That's for real.
>> Terrence: I was talking to my brother.
I mean, what you got to offer somebody making all that money
and getting all that attention?
>> Ramadan: So, you saying I'm wasting my time.
>> Terrence: Yep.
Because soon as she break you're little silly *** heart,
you going to come crying to me.
>> Ramadan: Man, you crazy as hell.
>> Terrence: Eh, and if she hurt my brother,
I'm going to choke the wind out of her ***.
I can think of two reasons why you're looking at me like that.
A, you're about to cry and B, you want to fight me
over what I said about that girl.
>> Country: But you can't lie, his CD is hot, man.
>> Terrence: I'm not denying that.
My brother has a whole lot of talent.
But that ho, she really can't sing.
>>That's why you
>>got all her CD's in your car
>> Terrence: No, no.
You got all her CDs in my car.
>> Simee: I didn't have to go to the studio today.
Thanks for meeting me here again.
What's wrong?
>> Ramadan: Simee, do you think this is a good idea?
>> Simee: What?
We can't be friends?
>> Ramadan: Friends?
Okay so, what if feelings start to evolve
in the process of us being friends?
>> Simee: Then they start.
>> Ramadan: This don't feel right.
>> Simee: What doesn't feel right?
Come on, Ramadan, what's wrong?
>> Ramadan: You're known all over the world.
I'm a po' CD hustling out the book bag brother off the streets
of Chicago.
It don't add up.
>>Come on, I'm not going to fall
in love with your pockets.
I'm going to fall in love with your mind and spirit.
>> Ramadan: Who said you're going to fall
in love with me at all?
And, if you do, a man is supposed to maintain a woman.
I'm not down with you maintaining me.
>> Simee: I listened to your entire CD and it's amazing.
I know plenty of soulful artists that'll take your words
and turn songs into them.
You know the money's going to come.
Look, I truly understand you want to be the provider.
We'll be like that.
So, what does your religious belief say
about doing the nasty?
>> Ramadan: That it's natural.
And if we keep hanging out like this, it's bound to happen.
>> Simee: Ramadan, make love to me.
What?
>> Ramadan: Simee, as much as I would like to, I'm not trying
to sound preachy or self-righteous,
but a woman is the most serious creation that God has ever made.
And when I do make love to you, I want our love to be perfect.
I want marriage which is the most sacred of all institutions
to be at the center of it.
I won't use no rubber, I don't want you
to be on no birth control.
I'm looking for heaven, not just 15 minutes of pleasure.
So, if I could spend the rest of my life with you,
and provide for you,
then I wouldn't have a problem making love to you.
What's wrong?
>> Simee: Are you serious?
>> Ramadan: As a heart attack.
>> Simee: I'm going to help you get a deal.
What? Are you too proud to get a woman's help too?
>> Ramadan: No, hell, no.
You think I want to be broke for the rest of my life?
[ Music ]
>> Mother: Basically, Ramadan, I taught both my daughters how
to cook because a healthy, home-cooked meal is
like a medicine cabinet for the both of them.
>> Simee: Read this.
But you have to give it back.
>> Mother: Anyway, as I was saying.
[ Music ]
[ Traffic Noise]
[ Laughing ]
>> Terrence: Look at this.
Look at this dude.
>> Ramadan: What's cracking BB?
>> Terrence: Damn.
Don't tell me that ho bought you a car.
>> Ramadan: Hey, man, I done told you about calling her a ho.
>> Terrence: You must be blowing her back out or something.
Tell the truth.
You be pinching yourself every day like this a dream.
>> Country: Look, he making that face.
He doing something right, look at him.
>> Terrence: He eating it.
I know your ***.
>> Ramadan: Whatever, man.
That's one of her cars, man.
I had some important errands to run.
>> Terrence: Yeah, but you still eating it.
>> Country: That reminds me, look man,
I asked you this before.
You ain't did it.
Okay, make sure you have her hook us up with some
of her celebrity friends.
Man, you know who I'm looking for, come on.
Hook it up.
>>Dude, she don't even be hanging with them like that.
That was back in L.A. Now the only time she see them is
when she at the studio.
>> Country: Okay, then, so if she in the studio with them,
tell her to do it then, man.
>> Terrence: Ra, when you going to introduce her to us?
I mean, you're not ashamed of your brother
and the fellas, right?
>>No, I ain't ashamed of you all, man.
She actually want to come over to the house.
What?
>>Man, I know you didn't invite
that girl over to your attic.
>> Ramadan: Hell no, man.
You think I'm stupid.
>> Terrence: ***, I was fittin to say,
'cause you know *** crazy.
They'd be outside your house like the million man march.
Trying to bust down your door, peeking through your windows,
dropping down your chimney.
Aw, you ain't got no chimney.
Man, they'd be doing anything trying
to get a glimpse of that BET ho.
>> Ramadan: Hey, man, slow up with all them hos,
I done told you that, man.
>> Terrence: Wait a minute.
Look at this dude, he got love up in his eyes.
Ra, don't tell me you're in love with this girl, man.
Aw, hell no.
He's in love with a stripper.
>> Country: Oh, you wrong dog.
>> Ramadan: Actually she invited us over to her house.
>> Country: You're for real?
>> Ramadan: Yeah.
>> Country: Yo is Beyonce,
Alicia Keys going to be there, man?
>> Terrence: Why, so you can spoil their appetite?
>> Ramadan: Listen.
When we get over there, you all won't be acting like ***.
>> Country: Man, I swear, I swear to God.
>> Ramadan: Jinx?
>> Jinx: Man, I thought we agreed not
to use the word ***, man.
>> Terrence: Man, listen,
I'm going to stop using the word ***
when *** millionaires invest back into their community,
when *** politicians stop taking back door deals,
and when *** preachers close the liquor store next
to their church.
And last, but not least,
when *** athletes stop marrying white women.
>> Jinx: We going to be *** for life.
>> Country: 'Cause that ain't going to never happen.
>> Ramadan: You all all right with that?
I'm about to go, man.
>> Celine: His name is Jeff.
>> Terrence: You know what?
I bet you a hundred dollars
that you can't eat five crackers in one minute.
>> Ramadan: Here we go.
>> Simee: Unh-unh, that's too easy, take that, take that.
>> Tyra: Don't say nothing, let him lose his money.
>> Terrence: Hell, you are thick as hell.
You got a man?
>> Tyra: Mind your business.
Now, let's get back
to you losing your hundred dollars on this cracker game.
>> Terrence: A hundred ain't nothing, baby.
Let's try 200.
>> Ramadan: Now they got him started.
>> Simee: Are you sure you all had the same mama?
>> Terrence: Ha ha ha, very funny, Simee.
And what's your story?
>> Celine: Excuse me.
>> Terrence: Damn, baby, you act
like a *** just asked you to finance a car.
I just asked what's your story?
>>Happily married, okay?
>> Terrence: You know what?
That's good.
Then, why don't you take your happily married *** home
and leave us bitter single people to our little games.
What? Baby girl, you fine as hell.
But you better believe I will crack a million jokes
on your ***.
Ha Ha. And what you laughing at?
Put the money down.
300.
>> Ramadan: You all done got him amped.
>> Simee: You all right?
>> Terrence: Baby girl needs to go change that pad
and get rid of that attitude.
>> Simee: That's disgusting.
I'm don't even want to finish my water.
>> Tyra: Come on.
I want to take your hard earned money.
>> Terrence: Okay.
500 dollars.
I mean, come on baby, I can keep going.
>> Simee: Are you stupid?
>> Tyra: You saying I can't eat five cracker in one minute?
>> Terrence: Yep.
>> Simee: Oh, that's too easy.
You're stupid.
>> Tyra: Let's do it.
>> Country: Why this dude always playing this cracker game, dog?
>> Jinx: Man, I don't know.
>>You know how much money he done got
off of me off of the little cracker thing?
>> Jinx: He be getting his money.
>> Country: I couldn't pay my rent for two months
because of this stupid cracker thing.
>> Jinx: You fell for it.
>> Country: But nobody never asks him
to eat a lot of crackers.
Did you ever notice that?
He'll just ask you to eat the crackers
you don't never get nobody else to eat crackers.
>> Simee: Get your cracker, let's do it.
>>Come on, get your crackers,
>>get your crackers.
Get your crackers, but wait, wait one minute.
You keep time.
>> Ramadan: Okay.
>> Terrence: You, stay out of grown folks business.
Grab your crackers.
Let's go with this.
>> Tyra: Yeah.
Sis, we about to go shopping.
>> Simee: I'll be your cheerleader, come on.
Yeah.
>> Ramadan: When I say, "Go".
>>I'm about to get paid.
>> Ramadan: On your mark, get set, go.
>> Simee: Eat it.
>> Terrence: Moving a little slow.
>> Ramadan: 30 seconds.
>>Don't even worry about it.
Don't even concentrate on him.
>> Simee: What?
You are cheating.
>> Terrence: Mmm-Hmm.
>>Now, come on, girl, come on.
>> Terrence: Come on.
>> Ramadan: 15 seconds.
>> Terrence: Mmm-Hmm.
>> Ramadan: 10, 9.
>> Simee: Eat it.
>> Ramadan: 8.
>> Ramadan: 7.
>> Simee: Eat the cracker.
>> Simee: Eat it.
>> Ramadan: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Aaaannnn.
>> Simee: What happened?
>> Tyra: Why did you have to do that?
>> Terrence: I didn't do nothing.
And, baby, I don't take checks.
Pay up.
>>I'm not giving you that money.
I'm not giving you that money.
>> Terrence: Ra, excuse me brother, run that, nice try.
>> Simee: I was going to let you keep that.
>> Terrence: I got your girl.
Hey, I'll holla at y'all in a minute.
I got to see what the boys are doing.
>> Simee: Whatever.
She didn't do it.
>> Country: Damn, Ramadan is lucky, man.
>> Jinx: Simee, she tight.
She's a tight sister and she got loot.
>> Country: She can sing, dude.
I wish I could get me a singer.
I'm sick of this, man.
I'm tired of dating hood rats.
>> Jinx: Man.
>> Country: I'm smart.
I went to college and I'm still dating the ghetto's girls.
>> Jinx: Man.
>> Country: He get a singer.
>> Jinx: Man.
>> Country: I got to start writing poetry, man.
>> Terrence: Oh, my two homeys, Country and Jinx.
What's up, baby, what's up, what's up?
>> Country: See you playing the cracker game.
>> Terrence: Got to get my money, baby.
Hey, dog, but look.
Simee's sister's thick as hell.
>> Jinx: Yeah, she tight.
>> Country: I know.
>> Terrence: I'm going to hit that.
>> Country: Mmm-Hmm.
>> Terrence: Man, what you going to say?
>>I'm just going to keep it real
with you, player, real quick.
I'm going to hit that first.
I think you didn't know that, but I'm going to *** it first.
[ Background Conversation ]
[ Music ]
>> Shawn: Come on with the clubs, boss.
>> Terrence: Look at this guy.
Look at him, look at him.
>> Shawn: Thank you.
What you bozos looking at?
>> Terrence: He trying to front us in front
of them hood rats, man.
Come on.
>>Hey man, just forget him, dog, for real.
We here to play golf, just forget him for real.
>> Jinx: It's like déjà vu, man.
He was hittin' Simee.
>> Country: What?
>> Jinx: Yeah.
>> Ramadan: We know he was hitting Ramadan's girl, man.
But who don't know that?
You acting like you dishing out revelation.
Hey, let him say something else to me.
I'm telling you, I'm going to smack that punk.
>> Jinx: Damn, man.
I bet that tastes good right there.
>> Terrence: Man, whatever, man.
That ugly *** look like the donkey off "Shrek".
>> Shawn: Want her, huh?
You want her?
>> Jinx: Damn, man, I wish that was me, man.
>> Terrence: Now, okay, watch this.
Yo, Shawn, you still with Simee?
>> Shawn: Why?
>> Terrence: 'Cause my brother, Ramadan,
was hitting that ho till about 6 in the morning.
>> Country: Hey, man, what you doing?
>> Terrence: Forget that, man, I don't even
like that studio gangster.
>> Country: Understand that, though,
we don't know that though, man.
>> Terrence: Man, look, no, watch this.
>> Country: ***, man.
[ Background Conversation ]
>> Shawn: What's up?
>> Terrence: What's up?
>> Shawn's Friend: Yo hold up.
>> Shawn: What's up, cuz?
>> Shawn's Friend: Hold up.
Chill, Shawn.
>>Get your punk *** out of here.
>> Country: Grab your man yo.
>> Shawn: Get your *** *** on,
get yo *** *** out of here.
>> Terrence: Okay, okay.
>> Shawn's Friend: I got you, I got you.
>>I'm going to see you real soon.
>> Terrence: All right.
Old studio ganster.
>> Shawn: I got you.
>> Terrence: Yeah.
>> Shawn: I know where you are.
>> Terrence: Man, *** like Shawn need to be treated.
Yeah, the radio is bumping there's nothing on.
[ Music ]
>> Country: Get down!
Drive man, go, go.
[ Gun shots ]
>> Terrence: Hey, hey, man, anybody hit?
>> Country: No, I'm straight, man.
>> Terrence: I can't believe this ***.
>> Country: Hey, you straight, Jinx?
>> Jinx: Man, my heart won't stop beating, man.
It's jumping.
My knees won't stop shaking.
>> Terrence: Man, I see this *** think he untouchable.
>> Country: *** this.
>> Terrence: Studio gangster.
>> Simee: What time does your plane leave?
>> Mother: Oh, not till 11:30.
>> Simee: Ma, how do you get rid of a man
that you no longer want around?
>> Tyra: Get blunt and tell him to push the hell off.
>> Simee: Look, I'm serious.
>> Tyra: I am too.
Girl, these brothers think they are God's gift to a sister.
Please. Treat them like they treat us.
>> Mother: So, you're tired of Ramadan already?
>> Simee: No.
It's Shawn.
>> Mother: Oh, that crazy nut.
For him, a restraining order and personal security.
>> Tyra: See, that's not going to work with him.
See, with a brother like that, like Shawn,
you got to get him set up and killed in a drive-by.
>> Mother: That is so evil.
>> Tyra: Hey, you got to do what you got to do.
And I know a couple people right now who would kill him for you.
>> Simee: No.
He's just, he's just a little stupid, that's all.
>> Mother: Have you told him about Ramadan?
>> Simee: No.
I mean, it's not like we're messing around or anything.
And me and Shawn, we hardly see each other.
He's a mental case.
>> Mother: Are you afraid of him?
>> Simee: I'm not afraid of him.
>> Tyra: I told you, get him set up and killed in a drive-by.
Or no, no, when he coming out the club one late night, man,
so many people that want to kill him anyway.
Sis, they wouldn't even expect you.
>> Simee: You crazy.
>> Tyra: I'm dead serious.
You know I can't stand his punk *** with a passion.
>> Mother: Now, look, I don't know how to get rid
of a mental case so, you just might have
to pop a cap in his ***.
>> Simee: Come on, Ma, not you too.
>> Mother: Look, I'm from the old school so.
>> Simee: Come on, y'all.
I'm serious.
>> Mother: All right, all right.
How serious are you and Ramadan?
>> Simee: I want to marry him.
>> Tyra: And live in a basement apartment the rest of your life?
Excuse me, Mama, but the sex ain't never all that good.
>> Simee: Look, we never had sex.
>> Tyra: Well, what you waiting for?
>> Simee: He wants to wait till we get married.
>> Mother: Wait, he said that?
>> Simee: Mmm-Hmm.
>> Mother: That he wanted to wait
and get married before having sex?
>> Simee: Yeah.
>> Mother: Wow, that's a man that clearly understands
that heaven lies at the feet of a woman.
>> Tyra: Are you all for real?
How you know that's not game?
>> Mother: Listen.
If you going to walk through my door a lesbian,
you just turn your little bitter, male bashing self
around and just stay out.
>> Tyra: Well, what the hell you mean by that?
>> Mother: Look, your father was a man.
Your father was a damn good man.
God didn't just make one and that's it.
So, I get offended when my daughter acts
like all men are dogs.
Sick men seek fame and fortune
for *** pleasures from silly girls.
So, don't get angry just because you got caught up.
>> Tyra: Ma, don't even go there.
>> Mother: You all and these men.
You know, Simee, I thought you
and Ramadan were just a phase you were going through.
But how'd you think it was going to work between you two?
>> Simee: Because I love him.
>> Tyra: Sis, you hardly even know him,
how you think you in love with him?
>> Simee: I don't know.
There's no other way to explain it.
That's just the way it is.
>> Mother: The emotions that you're feeling right now,
maybe could turn into love.
'Cause love is based on duty and commitment.
>> Tyra: Yeah, but excuse me, Ma, again,
but when a brother lays the pipe right,
things can become a little twisted.
>> Simee: Shut up.
>> Mother: Yes, indeedy,
that pipe can make a sister do some crazy things.
>> Tyra: Girl, don't be no fool,
don't let Ra mess up your good credit.
>> Simee: Tyra.
>> Mother: What, is he planning to live off of you
for the rest of his life?
>> Tyra: Off her because he live in a basement apartment.
>> Simee: No, no, he's working on a deal, Ma.
>> Mother: Now, look, we're talking
about something tangible here, not some wishful lottery ticket.
>> Simee: Well, look, my career is not a wishful lottery ticket.
>> Mother: The hell it isn't.
Do you know how many people want to do what you do?
You made it because you picked the right lottery ticket.
>> Simee: Look, Ma, I'm not going back to Hollywood.
I'm just going to do my music here.
>> Tyra: Oh Lord.
>> Mother: Well, do what you want to do.
>> Simee: This is what I want to do.
>> Mother: Look, this is not a movie.
This is real life and in real life,
there are so many unhappy endings.
>> Tyra: And there are more unhappy ones than happy ones.
>> Mother: When you step back from your emotions,
you can see a person's mental defects.
You knew Shawn was deranged.
>> Simee: Guess you're right about that.
>> Mother: I know it and that's a mission you should have
aborted a long time ago.
Now, Ramadan, he seems like a nice man.
But before you give yourself to a man, you have to put him
through extreme tests.
It's better to have no man at all than one that likes to beat
and can't help but cheat.
>> Tyra: Mmm, I know that's right, Ma.
>> Simee: Thanks Mama.
>> Mother: Now what are you thanking me for, this is my job.
>> Simee: Come on, yeah.
>> Terrence: Ra, he got to die.
>> Ramadan: What happened.
>> Terrence: He going to die.
>> Ramadan: Country, what happened?
>> Terrence: Tell him, Country.
>> Ramadan: Calm down.
>> Terrence: Man, I am calm, man.
>> Country: Look here, we had a few words with Shawn
at the golf course and things just got out of control.
>> Terrence: And that fool pulled
up on us and started blasting.
Man, Ra, that clown was with them hos
and he think he untouchable, but we going to get his ***.
>> Ramadan: Dude, ain't nobody got die, man.
We can find a way to squash this.
>> Terrence: Ra, man, call your girl and get his address.
>> Ramadan: Yo, calm down.
>> Terrence: Man, stop, Ra, don't be grabbing at me, man.
>> Ramadan: So, now you want to kill a man?
>> Terrence: He tried to get us so the rule is, we get him.
Now, call your girl and get his address.
>> Ramadan: I ain't calling nobody.
>> Terrence: Man, you're a punk.
If you never got involved with that ***,
this wouldn't have happened.
>>Don't call her no ***.
>> Terrence: She is a ***.
Look at you.
You all up in love with that ho more
than you love your own flesh?
That ho got you whipped to the point that you try to protect
that *** other ***.
>>Slow down on all the ***, T.
>> Terrence: She is a ***.
***, ***, ***, ***.
>> Ramadan: Don't *** with me, man.
>> Country: Hey, look, you all brothers, man.
>> Terrence: I ain't going to do nothing, Country.
It's all good.
But you know what?
>> Country: Hey, Terrence.
***.
>> Terrence: Brother, I changed your Pampers.
But if you ever put your hand on me over a ho again,
I'm not going to kill you, but I swear to God,
I'll blow off your mother *** knee.
>> Ramadan: Blow it off then.
>> Country: Terrence, man.
>> Terrence: What, man?
>> Country: You know what.
>> Terrence: Man, why you tripping, man?
>> Ramadan: I ain't afraid of no damn gun.
>> Jinx: Ramadan, your brother right, man.
Ever since you been around that female,
ain't nothing been right.
[ Ringing Phone ]
That's probably her on the phone right now.
>> Terrence: Get my phone, Country.
>> Country: Yeah.
>>This dude was shooting at us, man.
>> Country: Hello.
Yeah, yeah.
It's crazy over here, this *** pulled out a gun
to our people and ***.
*** think he tough.
>> Ramadan: Who is that?
>> Country: It's Shelby.
>> Ramadan: Let me talk to her.
>> Country: Yeah, he's right here.
*** went old school.
>> Ramadan: Hello.
Yeah, yeah.
Straight? Okay.
I'm on my way.
I got a CD deal.
>> Jinx: What?
>> Ramadan: Yeah, Shelby just said I got a deal, you know.
>> Country: You got a deal?
Aw, man, some good news.
>> Terrence: Man, I'm happy for you, brother.
Man, you know I love you, man.
I'd never hurt you.
But he tried to kill us, Ra.
Man, we got to do something.
>> Ramadan: Let me go talk to Shelby and figure this out
and then we'll try to squash this peacefully or something.
I ain't no judge.
>> Country: Man, ***, you got the deal.
>> Shawn: Get your *** over, Get your ***
over here, get up, shut up.
>> Simee: Get off of me.
What is your problem?
>> Shawn: Shut up, shut up, shut up.
You let some *** hit it behind my back, huh?
>> Simee: Look me and you, we are not together.
>> Shawn: Did I break it off? Did I break
this *** relationship off?
>> Simee: No.
Now, get off of me.
>> Shawn: Then that means your *** still belong to me.
Now, you think I don't know your ***?
Huh? I will expose you for being a *** *** to industry.
***, I got tapes and you can best believe that ***'s going
to get his hands on them mother *** tapes.
Aw, what, what?
***, you set it up for a *** record deal.
Did you think a *** like me was going to be in love
with your trifling ***, huh?
And don't forget, I know all
about that 2 dollar bummy CD selling *** ***.
No you know what.
Since you want to give your mother *** *** away,
you want to give it up?
Now come here.
Get up. Get your, get your *** up.
I ain't dealing with your ***.
>> Simee: Please.
>> Shawn: Scream or anything like that,
I will break your jawbone.
Do you hear me?
>> Tyra: What's going on?
Get your hands off my sister.
You better take your punk *** home from here,
that's what you better do.
Your punk ***.
Come on, sweetie.
I told you to leave his punk *** alone.
>> Shawn: Get your *** in the house.
>> Tyra: Yeah, okay.
>> Shelby: So, when are we going to have that tennis match?
>> Attorney: You think I'm going to let you beat me
at tennis before I get you out to dinner?
>> Shelby: You know I am married.
>> Shelby's Assistant: You have a meeting
with Verbal Balance today about 1:00.
>> Shelby: Oh, that's that Chicago group.
>> Shelby's Assistant: Yes, they're hip-hip
and spoken word and they're hot.
>> Shelby: I like them.
>> Shelby: We should sign them.
>> Shelby's Assistant: Yes.
>> Ramadan: What's going on, y'all.
>> Shelby: Hey.
>> Shelby's Assistant: And I will talk to you later.
>>We'll get together later, thanks.
>> Ramadan: How you doing, good to see you.
>> Shelby: Listen.
>> Ramadan: What's up?
>> Shelby: Russell, Master P and Puff put this company together
to distribute positive music.
>> Ramadan: So, when do I sign?
>> Shelby: Hold on.
They are loving your CD, really.
I'm just waiting for the paperwork
to be faxed to my office.
>> Ramadan: So, so, so, so, so, you're telling me
that I could ask Simee to be my wife?
>> Shelby: Ramadan.
>> Ramadan: Shelby.
>> Shelby: The marriage thing is nothing to play with.
>> Ramadan: She's the one.
>> Shelby: If you say so.
But, you know, if she hurts you, I'm going to have to bury her.
But, you have my blessing.
>> Ramadan: I know.
>> Shelby: So, anyway, where do you go from here?
>> Ramadan: Building my heaven right here on earth.
>> Shelby: Oh, yeah, before I forget, this came for you.
>> Ramadan: For me?
>> Shelby: Yep.
>> Ramadan: From who?
>> Shelby: This guy gave it to me.
He manages some of the best in hip hop and R and B.
>> Ramadan: This ain't no bomb, is it?
>> Shelby: Well, if it is, you better start running.
>> Ramadan: All right, I'll talk to you later.
>> Shelby: Okay.
>> Ramadan: Later.
[ Traffic Noise ]
[ Music ]
[ Doorbell Ringing ]
>> Tyra: Sis, that's Ra.
Is it okay for me to open the door?
>> Simee: Yeah.
>> Ramadan: So?
Don't put your hands on me.
>> Simee: Ramadan, please don't be like that.
>> Ramadan: You're in an ***, which is recorded by the way,
and you're telling me, "Don't be like that?"
>> Simee: I'm sorry.
>> Ramadan: You think it's that easy?
I'm sorry.
I'm just supposed to *** forget?
God damn, Simee, where are your morals?
>> Simee: Ra, please don't.
>> Ramadan: Don't put your damn hands on me.
You knew about this *** too, didn't you?
>> Tyra: Dude, do what you got to do and say what you got
to say and then get the *** out.
Because my sister, she really ain't got
to explain nothing to you.
>> Simee: Look, let me handle this, Tyra, okay?
>> Ramadan: Why would you want to do this to yourself, Simee?
>> Simee: It was.
>> Ramadan: Speak up.
>> Tyra: Don't be hollering at my sister like you crazy, man.
>> Simee: Please, Tyra, please.
It was for a record deal.
>> Ramadan: You sold your soul for a god damn record deal?
Is it that important to you to be famous?
And then you going to run like I'm going to hit you.
When you told me you was dealing with that bogus *** rap ***,
I knew I never should have dealt
with your *** in the first place.
You ain't nothing but a-- .
>> Simee: -- Say it.
I'm nothing but what?
A ***, a ho, ***?
Whatever it is you all call women nowadays.
>>Don't change this *** around, Simee.
>> Simee: Look, I'm not changing it around.
>> Ramadan: And then you going to run
like I'm going to hit you.
You ain't worth it.
I swear you ain't worth it.
>> Simee: I love you.
I do.
But I've cried all the tears that I'm going to cry today.
So, sorry is all I have to offer.
I'm sorry.
>> Ramadan: You love me?
You love me?
No, you don't.
How can you even fix your mouth to say you love me
when you don't love yourself?
>> Simee: Look,that was a long time ago.
That was way before I met you.
It was 6 years ago, I just, I was seven--
I was seventeen years old and stupid.
>> Ramadan: This *** is funny to you, Simee?
>> Simee: No.
That's not funny.
>> Ramadan: Answer me this.
Were you ever going to tell me?
>> Simee: Tell you for what, Ramadan?
You know what?
You're not some ***.
You're not as righteous as you think you are.
>> Ramadan: I never said I was righteous, Simee.
>> Simee: Look, when I knew better, I did better.
I'm willing to learn more, to be better.
Baby I want you to maintain me.
Maintain me.
I'm sorry that this had to come between us and I'm sorry
that I did what I did for a contract.
But you told me that there's no person that can't be redeemed.
So, what? That doesn't apply to me?
>> Ramadan: Don't play that *** with me, Simee.
>> Simee: No, I'm not, you told me.
What? I can't be redeemed in your eyes?
I can't?
>> Ramadan: Why did you ever have to contact me?
>> Simee: Because, because your spirit is very close
to my father's.
And he had a heart of forgiveness.
Ramadan, please don't stop loving me, please.
>> Ramadan: I could never love you, Simee.
>> Simee: You know what?
I'm sorry that you can't.
You know what, besides, besides this ***, I'm a good woman.
And I was wanting to have been a good woman for you.
[ Music ]
>>Yeah, Jinx, just get over here, man.
We at T crib.
Dude, just get over here.
>> Terrence: Look, Ra, you did the right thing, man.
>> Country: Look, just get here, man.
Look, man, people make mistakes, man, don't listen to him, man.
>> Terrence: Man, that ho loved it, it wasn't no mistake.
>> Country: Would you get off this self-righteous horse you
on, dog?
Huh? You know how it is to be a black man.
Sometimes we got to do what we got to do just
to survive out here, dog.
>> Terrence: Man, they was running a train on that ho, man.
And she was loving it.
They did everything under the sun to that girl, man.
And, besides that, when you start getting cold sores
on your lips, you know where they came from.
That's just nasty.
>> Country: Are you serious?
Dude, you used sell to dope, man.
Okay, you done probably killed some kids and unborn babies,
what you talking about, dog?
>> Ramadan: He got you on that one, T. Besides, man,
I mean after seeing her on that video with all them dudes,
I don't think I could ever get that image out of my head.
>> Terrence: See, that's what I'm screaming.
She a ho.
>> Country: Come on, Ramadan, you're stupid, man.
>> Terrence: That's not stupid, man.
It's natural for him to feel that way.
And, besides that, real men don't catch phylis for hos.
>> Country: None of us can judge that girl, man.
>> Terrence: Country, why you taking up for that ho?
>> Country: Terrence.
>> Terrence: What?
>> Country: Let me give you a scenario real quick, okay?
Say you was a rapper, right?
And a music executive was a homosexual.
>> Terrence: Man, I will crack your damn head if you come
at with me some dumb, gay *** like that.
>> Country: So, you wouldn't toss the salad
for a record deal?
>> Terrence: You know what?
I'll toss your goofy *** head
if you keep talking about tossing salads.
>> Country: Forget all that, dog.
Look, Ra, man, you making a mistake with her, man.
>> Terrence: I don't.
>> Country: But she did that before she even met you.
>> Terrence: Man, she's still a ho.
And hos don't change.
All they do is adapt to the environment they're in.
>> Ramadan: Listen, listen, listen.
Ultimately, the decision is mine.
Now, I just can't be with nobody like that.
>> Terrence: Man, you got to be supernatural
to overlook something like that.
>> Ramadan: I feel you on that one.
>> Country: Even before she met you, man?
>> Terrence: He saw the tape.
I should sell it to the tabloids.
>> Ramadan: No, listen.
I left the tape at her house, she has it now.
Besides, even if I still had it, man,
I wouldn't do nothing evil like that.
>> Terrence: You know what?
I'm going to get that ho back for breaking my brother's heart.
>> Country: Dude, dog, she messed up a few years ago, man.
How you think she feel?
>> Terrence: Man, I don't care about her feelings.
Ramadan probably wanted to make that ho is wife.
>> Country: He still can, man.
>> Terrence: I know what you should do.
You should go over to her house
and hit it one last time and get that tape.
Then we can blackmail her ***.
>> Country: Dude, 'cause you evil?
You, you crazy, dude.
Look, Ra, do you love her?
>> Terrence: Hell, no, he don't love that ho.
>> Country: Don't listen to none of that, man.
Do you love her?
>> Ramadan: I used to love her.
>> Simee: So, that's how I got my deal.
>> Mother: So, where's the tape now?
>> Simee: It's destroyed.
>> Mother: You know there are more copies out there.
>> Simee: I don't care.
Ma,
do you look at me different?
>> Mother: You're my daughter and I love you no matter what.
>> Simee: I know, but, do you think different of me?
>> Mother: You want to know if I think you're a terrible person?
No, I don't think you're a terrible person.
But there's no way that I can condone what you did,
no way in hell.
>> Simee: It can't be erased now.
>> Mother: So, what did you say to him?
>> Simee: I didn't know what to say.
>> Mother: I guess there's nothing you could have said.
>> Simee: It's just I love him so much.
>> Mother: I know you feel bad.
I know it hurts so much.
But you just got to get over him.
>> Simee: I don't want to.
>>Well, I wish there was one thing
that I could tell you to do
that would bring him back, but there isn't.
He's gone and you just have to deal with it.
It's like I was telling you,
reality doesn't always have happy endings.
>> Simee: I messed up bad, huh?
>> Mother: Well, you made a foolish decision.
But don't beat yourself up too bad.
Jesus took women like us and made us his best servants.
If Ramadan doesn't forgive you, that doesn't make him a bad man.
If he does forgive you, that doesn't make him a fool.
But you don't want to be making love to a man that has
that image in his head.
>> Simee: Maybe I should call him.
>> Mother: No, no, don't.
Just work hard every day, mentally and spiritually,
to be the woman that God wants you to be.
You're so much more than a music video or some song.
You have so much divinity in your soul,
even when you make mistakes in life.
And if Ramadan doesn't realize that you're a blessing
to him, then he's at a loss.
>> Simee: So am I.
[ Music ]
>> Simee: Look at the sleeves, you can't even see my elbows.
[ Music ]
>> Ramadan: I have a sickness.
I have an addiction.
I have a sick addiction to words spitting.
I mean, ever since I was an infant in the instance
that I had to have Enfamil or Similac,
I traded them in for sentences.
My first words were, "Mama, you can keep your Cheerios,
I want Alpha-bits cereal, seriously yo."
While most kids was chewing on teething rings,
I was eating encyclopedias while reading things.
My dad read his paper at breakfast,
I had his paper for breakfast.
With a reckless addiction for diction.
No Cinnamon Toast Crunch, just synonyms for brunch.
And a few hours later I'd have an antonym sandwich for lunch.
Over the words about dinner.
And the only thing that contained that look
in my eye was a big fat piece of that punctuation pie
and conjunctions may try to escape their fate
but there's no hope in my condition
because I got a sick addiction to words spitting
so I checked myself into AA, that's adjective anonymous.
My conditions are synonymous with the conditions of a hype.
I break out in cold sweats and start itching if I can't write.
And the words that I write is like pure ***.
I could roll up the sleeves and show you the pencil tracks
in my arms but it causes me no harm.
It helps keep me calm.
It gets me closer to God like Scriptures in song.
So, just like coke heads sniff their china white,
I choose to get high off the words that I write.
>> Simee's Stylist: So, you thinking
about going back to L.A. then?
>> Simee: Yep.
>> Simee's Stylist: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
>> Simee: Oh no, it's okay.
There is nothing for me here.
>> Simee's Stylist: Take care.
>> Simee: All right, thanks for doing my hair and make-up.
You're the best.
>> Shawn: Come here, girl. Come here
What's going on?
>> Simee: Get your hands off of me.
>> Shawn: Calm down.
Man, calm the *** down, ***.
I'm here to see my photographer.
We got the same mother *** photographer,
ain't that a ***?
Damn, little mama, I guess you just can't stay away
from a ***, huh?
>> Simee: Oh my goodness, look-- .
>>Come here, girl, let me love you.
>> Simee: You don't give a damn about me.
You ruined my life.
>> Shawn: Ruined your life?
>> Simee: Yes.
>> Shawn: How?
Because you lowered yourself and your standards to be
with some old bummy *** ***?
Come here, babe, I can't let that happen to you.
I can look out for my best interests.
>> Simee: You need help, Shawn.
I'm serious, you are sick, Shawn.
>> Shawn: No, come here.
You all alone with a *** bum and I'm the one who needs help?
I don't think so.
>> Simee: Well, he's a better man than your dope dealing,
murdering, *** ***.
>> Shawn: You know what, ***?
I will knock the saliva out your *** mouth.
>> Simee: You're not going to do anything.
I hate you.
>> Shawn: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
my little sweetheart got some stand up to me courage now.
Okay. What you going to do?
Hmm? Hmm?
>>Well, after what you pulled,
now I'm coming after yours.
>> Shawn: What you say?
>> Simee: You know what?
You talk too much after sex.
You think that you can do what you did
to me and get away with it?
Especially after all the wicked, sick,
twisted stuff that you like to do.
>> Shawn: Shut up.
I'll beat your mother *** *** into a pulp, you know that?
>> Simee: You're not going to do anything.
I hate your ***.
>> Shawn: I hate you too, ***.
>>You never seen a *** be
as vindictive as I'm going to be.
You're going down for what you pulled.
>> Shawn: Aw, you know what?
Save something for -- I'm going to beat your mother ***-- .
[ Screaming ]
[ Music ]
[ Crying ]
>> Tyra: That's my sister, Celine.
>> Celine: I know, I know.
[ Crying ]
>> Simee: Mama.
>> Mother: Yes, baby.
Shhh. Just relax.
>> Ramadan: Can I come in?
>> Simee: Let him in.
>> Mother: Okay, you can come in.
>> Tyra: Oh, it's not right.
>> Simee: You know what?
Mama, would you give us a minute?
>> Mother: Sure, baby, I'll be right outside.
>> Ramadan: Hey, hey, easy.
>> Simee: Thank you for-
>> Ramadan: -- Easy.
>> Simee: Thank you for coming.
>> Ramadan: It's not a problem.
They say you going to be all right.
I'd have got here sooner, but I just found
out about it on the news.
>> Simee: I'm so sorry.
It was stupid and I was so young.
>> Ramadan: Simee, you need to save your strength.
>> Simee: No, that's not who I am.
When you look at me, I don't want you to see that.
I don't want you to see that.
I just--
>> Ramadan: -- You need to get your rest.
>> Simee: No, I need-- I just need to know if you would ever--
that if you would ever just take me back?
>>Simee, you are not in shape for this.
>> Simee: Ramadan, I need to know.
>> Doctor: Okay,
Simee Smith, and you are?
>> Ramadan: Ramadan, a friend.
>> Doctor: Well, Ramadan, a friend, your friend, Simee,
is very lucky and popular.
The news media was all over the place.
Squeeze for me.
Good. You're strong.
Cast should come off in about 8 weeks.
And your--
>> Simee: -- You know what?
Could you, could you just give us, like, 5 minutes?
>> Doctor: Oh, sure.
>> Simee: Okay.
>> Ramadan: Thanks, Doc.
>> Doctor: You're welcome.
>> Simee: Ramadan, I really, I really need to know.
>> Ramadan: Simee, I just can't deal with nothing like that.
>> Simee: Can you please leave?
>> Ramadan: Simee.
>> Simee: Please.
I'm tired.
>> Ramadan: Okay.
>> Simee: What are you doing here?
You didn't have to fly all the way here to come see me.
>> Simee's Friend: Yes, I did.
Girl, how are you?
>> Simee: You look good.
I'm good. The food's nasty,
you know Tyra don't bring me no snacks.
>> Doctor: Hey, how you feeling?
>> Simee: I'm bored to death.
Please. If I play solitaire one more time,
I'm going to shoot myself.
Just play with me.
>> Doctor: Have you been getting out of bed?
>> Simee: A little bit.
>>Okay, keeps your lungs clear.
>> Simee: Yeah.
>> Doctor: Should be getting home soon.
>> Simee: Good.
>> Doctor: Okay, take care.
>> Simee: All right.
>> Shawn: What the *** you going to do?
Be a mother *** man.
Pull that--
[ Gunshots ]
[ Music ]
[ Traffic Noise ]
[ Radio ]
>> Radio Announcer: Radio, my name is Mark and you know,
again, we're here with my sidekick, my homegirl,
Theresa, what's going on?
Tell them about that new book by Ramadan.
>> Theresa: He's going to be doing a book signing
for his new book, "I Used To Love Her"
at Peabody Records, 11832 South Hopton.
>> Celine: So y'all know
that since the divorce he hasn't sold not one,
not one album, okay?
See, men don't appreciate a good woman when they have one.
Or maybe I just need to get me a regular guy.
A blue collar worker.
You know, like a garbage man or something.
>> Tyra: Hell, he probably'll cheat on you too.
He probably be sleeping
with them females whose garbage he taking out.
>> Celine: You are wrong.
You are wrong.
>> Simee: Tyra, please, there are plenty
of good brothers, okay?
>> Celine: Yes, yes, there are plenty
of good brothers and I love them all.
>> Mother: Anybody hungry?
I'm going to fix something to eat.
>> Simee: No, no.
Let's go out.
Let's go do something.
>> Celine: Yeah, let's go out.
>> Tyra: Yeah, let's go out.
>> Mother: No, you girls go on without me.
Today, I'm going to the cemetery
to spend some quiet time with your father.
>> Simee: Okay, Ma.
>> Celine: See, now that's beautiful.
But, look, if we going out, we need to swing
by my place so I can change.
>> Simee: Why?
>> Celine: Jeans and T-shirt?
Unh-unh, girl.
>> Simee: Bye Mama.
>> Mother: Have a good time girls.
>> Terrence: Yeah, that's my little brother over there.
He been my brother my whole life.
>> Leslie: Is that right?
>> Terrence: Yeah.
And his CD, it's rocking off the shelves.
>> Ramadan: Who am I making this out to?
>> Felicia: Felicia Love.
>> Ramadan: Ms. Love.
>> Leslie: He's cute.
You sure that's your blood brother?
>> Terrence: Why?
Because he getting all the attention?
You know what?
See, that's what I'm talking about.
My new year's resolution was to stop calling sisters
out their name, but what you pulling,
you going to make a brother go back to the real me.
>> Leslie: No vales nada.
>> Terrence: Whatever, man, take your little ugly ***--
>> Jinx: -- Dude, she ain't even worth it.
Come on, man.
>> Terrence: No, man, they hate
to see a brother try to be righteous, man.
>> Ramadan: I like being famous.
>> Shelby: I know you do.
>> Ramadan: Hey, how are you?
>>I'm great, how are you?
>> Ramadan: Fantastic.
Thank you for asking.
Who am I making this out to?
>> Charmaine: Charmaine.
>>You know what the trick is?
>> Jinx: What's up?
What's up, my brother?
>>The trick is to lie and lie.
And then lie some more.
>> Jinx: Right.
>> Terrence: You know why?
See women front, but they love lying men.
See, they love the drama in their life,
they thrive off of it.
>> Jinx: And I'm supposed to believe that, right?
>> Terrence: Yeah.
>> Jinx: Okay.
>>I'm telling you, man, it's how it go.
>> Jinx: Whatever.
>> Terrence: Country, what was she talking about?
>> Country: Who, Leslie?
>> Terrence:Yeah.
>> Country: Ah, I can't tell you everything, brother.
Sorry.
>>Man, whatever, you all frantic.
What'd she say, man?
>> Country: Let me tell it.
Listen, listen real quick.
If you're going to lie about being a doctor, okay?
Speak proper English, brother.
Ebonics, nobody not going to--
>> Terrence: -- Man, that ho--
>> Jinx: -- Whee, ya.
>> Terrence: I mean that young lady,
she said something about my English?
The way I talk?
>> Ramadan: I could get used to this.
Thank you for everything.
>> Terrence: Well, here Ra Ra coming
in thirds, what's up, man?
>> Ramadan: What's up, bro?
>> Terrence: My little brother.
What's up, Shel?
>> Ramadan: What's going on, boys?
Good to see you.
>> Terrence: Taking care of my brother?
>> Shelby: Yes.
>> Terrence: Okay.
>> Tyra: I should've known this was a setup.
>> Celine: Simee, I cannot believe you brought us here.
>> Simee: All right, wait, wait, wait.
I'll get a CD, have him sign it, and then we can go.
>> Terrence: You got a CD.
>> Country: Ah, you growing up.
>> Terrence: Ra.
>> Ramadan: What's up?
>> Terrence: Here come Vanessa Del Rio.
>> Ramadan: Who?
>> Terrence: The black Tracy Lord, she headed our way.
>> Shelby: Boy, you know you stupid.
>> Terrence: Man, don't hit me no more, man.
>> Country: Stop picking on her.
>> Terrence: She did him wrong.
>>I'm gone. I don't wanna hear
>> Terrence: Go.
>> Country: no more. I'm this way.
>> Ramadan: What's going on?
>> Terrence: Yeah, what's going on?
>> Simee: I'm just here to get a CD.
How much is it?
>> Ramadan: You can pay for it up front.
>> Simee: Right.
>> Ramadan: Who do I make this out to?
>> Simee: Simee Smith is fine.
>> Ramadan: Simee Smith is fine.
>> Terrence: Yo, we got a whole train of people behind you.
>> Simee: Okay.
You know what?
Thank you, thank you for coming to the hospital that day.
I don't know if I told you that, I was--
a lot was going on so, okay.
>> Ramadan: Take care.
>> Simee: You too.
>> Terrence: Hospital?
What the hell is she talking about?
>> Ramadan: Nothing, man.
>> Terrence: Nothing?
>> Ramadan: Naw, she ain't talking about nothing.
>> Terrence: Okay, Ra, I see you think I'm stupid.
>> Shelby: Ramadan.
>> Ramadan: Yes.
>> Shelby: I listened to your CD.
>> Ramadan: Your my attorney, I hope you did.
>> Shelby: Okay, that poem that's entitled
"Redemption", which means to atone.
>> Ramadan: Okay.
>> Shelby: So, atonement isn't for her?
>> Terrence: Nope, hell no.
>> Shelby: Terrence, seriously, shut up.
>> Terrence: Man, please.
>> Shelby: Now, let me tell you something.
The only person up in here that needs to atone is you.
Because every time you were selling drugs out there
on that street corner, you were helping to prevent Christ
from bringing in His government.
And if you continue to do that, God is going to bring
so much hell in your life that you're going
to be wishing for death.
And it's not going to come.
>> Terrence: Oh, ain't you the little Jesus freak?
Atonement?
Man, atone this.
>> Ramadan: Yeah, throw my CD.
>> Shelby: Ramadan.
>> Ramadan: Yes.
>> Shelby: Are you the type of writer that is writing just
to find an audience and to make money?
Or do you mean, understand, and believe what you write?
Because Ramadan is not qualified to pick and choose
who is up for an atonement.
>> Ramadan: Who's next?
>> Celine: Ooh, girl, Smokey Robinson.
>> Tyra: Ooh, look at those eyes.
>> Celine: Oh, he is hot.
>> Simee: How much is this?
>> Store Employee: Ten dollars.
>> Tyra: Girl, here come, Ra.
>> Simee: What does he want?
>> Tyra: I think he wants you.
>> Ramadan: Simee, can I talk to you for a minute?
Alone?
>> Simee: It's-- .
>> Tyra: -- I'm over here, sis, if you need me.
>> Simee: It's all right, y'all.
>> Celine: It's okay?
>> Ramadan: Please?
>> Simee: It's okay.
>> Celine: Mmm-Hmm.
>> Simee: It's all right, y'all.
>> Ramadan: Thank you.
>> Simee: Just for a minute.
Yes?
>> Ramadan: One time when I was at your house,
you loaned me this book.
And I wanted to give it back, I don't want you
to think I'm holding on to anything,
any of your stuff, rather.
So, this is yours.
>> Simee: Thanks.
All right, y'all, we can-- .
>> Ramadan: -- Simee, Simee, If I've wronged you in any way,
if you feel that I've wronged you, then I want to atone.
>> Simee: What are you atoning for?
I should be the one that's atoning.
>> Ramadan: Then we can atone together.
>> Simee: Things that I've done in the past,
they're always going to be at our door.
And that's not what I'm looking for,
that's not what I want for us.
>> Ramadan: Then, that's not atoning.
>> Simee: All right, then.
>> Ramadan: Simee, why did you come here today?
>> Simee: To see you.
To see how you're doing.
It just-- you know you're always going
to have a special place in my heart.
And when you're truly able to keep my history
out of your mind, then, then I'd be honored to be your wife.
But for now, let's just-- for now, let's just be friends.
>> Ramadan: Friends?
>> Simee: Yeah.
>> Ramadan: Okay.
I could deal with that.
>> Simee: Okay.
Well, take care.
>> Ramadan: You too, Simee.
>> Simee: Okay.
>> Celine: You okay?
>> Simee: Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm okay.
>> Ramadan: Oh, God, what did she put in here?
[ Music ]
What you got in here?
>> Simee: What?
It's just like my make-up, my make-up and my hot curlers.
Dude shut up.
What you got in here?
It's funky in this box.
>> Ramadan: It's so not funky.
>> Simee: Uh-huh.
You're supposed to wash your
clothes before you pack
babe.
>> Ramadan: I'm not-- hey, this is my favorite shirt.
>> Simee: Don't take a picture of me with my hair like this.
I don't like that are you trying to get paparazzi on me?
>> Ramadan: You married me, I'm going to be like that.
>> Simee: You know what?
We have some serious rules to put down in this house.
When Ramadan El-Amin Junior gets here
in about eight and a half months.
>> Ramadan: Mmm.
>> Simee: I have taken a break.
>> Ramadan: Are you serious?
>> Simee: I am so serious.
I love you, I love you.
When are you going to say it to me?
>> Ramadan: I love you too.
Ain't no cranberry juice, you drank it all.
Aarr.
>> Simee: Aaahhh, stop.
You are ugly.
[ Laughter ]
That is so ugly.
[ Music ]
No, no, no, don't take it off.
>> Ramadan: Does it improve?
>> Simee: Very much.
>> Ramadan: Oh, wow.
[ Music ]