Phone rings.
Foxy – Hello?
Phone goes dead.
Phone rings again.
Foxy – Hello?
Girl – (whispering) Bitch
Foxy – Ey yo, who is this?
Girl – Yo, this is fuckin’ Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone
Foxy – What?
Girl – Bitch, you heard me, this is fuckin’ Baby Mother!
Foxy – Y’all groupies, what do y’all do? Y’all just get together and plot shit
like this at 4:00 AM in the morning?
Girl – Yo, you fuck on it cuz your a fuckin’ rapper, bitch, put my fuckin’ Baby
Father on the phone!
Foxy – Look, its 4:00am in the morning, why don’t you just go wash your butt or
something
Girl – What?! bitch wait’ll I see you crawl up yo bitch ass, ima whoop dat ass,
you mink wearin’ bitch, so what you’d rather see a 600 when you know i’ll take
up all yo ice!
Foxy – You sound like a lil’ ass girl. Look bitch, we don’t know your bum ass
and a nigga aint claiming nothin that i have. nice try, bitch.
Hangs up.