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 f*ckin' baby mother, put yo man on the phone
foxy - what?
girl - bitch, you heard me, this is f*ckin' baby mother!
foxy - y'all groupies, what do y'all do? y'all just get together and plot sh*t
like this at 4:00am in the morning?
girl - yo, you f*ck on it cuz your a f*ckin' rapper, bitch, put my f*ckin' 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.