Evil E:
Yo, Ice, Man, we halfway done with the album, man. You been throwing' all this strong, dope, stupid, fly, pimp sh**, but what's up with the s** rhymes! You ain't thrown no s** rhymes yet, man. What's up with that?
Ice-T:
Yo, man. I didn't even want to really do none this year, man.
Evil E:
Yo, why you ain't want to do none, man? Titties, man. Sex, s**, s**, man, all that. We need some s**!
Ice-T:
(laughs) Man, I really wasn't about that, homes.
Evil E:
Not? C'mon, man, just throw one s** joint man for me and my boys, man, me and the man. The n***as, man! Wha**up?
Ice-T:
Oh, a-ight, Check this out, E, check this out: The other night I was out at this club, alright
Evil E:
Uh-huh, what happened? What Happened?
Ice-T:
I met this flyest freak. Crazy fly!
Evil E:
Word, she was dope?
Ice-T:
Dope. Had big-ol titties, right?
Evil E:
sh**! Big titties!
Ice-T:
Crazy titties and a big-ol' a**, right?
Evil E:
Word! Oh, sh**! So what happened?
Ice-T:
I f**ed her.