Room 69 - Prince Paul, Sweet Dee

TARIQ: Yo, gotta go, y’all.

Remember: cash rules, motherfucker!

TARIQ: Yo, who this?

Somebody page Tariq?

TRU: Yo!

The boss said you been blowing up in sales!

Heard that you was blowing

me out the box!

I just wanted to call, congratulate you, and just show you how

proud I am of you!

I got you a lil something.

Meet me at the Pickwick Motor Inn

at 7:00, room 69, and don’t be late, aight?

I gotta go.

Peace!

TARIQ: Aight, then, peace

TARIQ (NARRATION): Well, it was already six o’clock, and I didn’t wanna be late.

So I headed down to the Pickwick.

not knowing what I was in store for…

HOOKER: Come in…

TARIQ: Oh!

I’m sorry, love.

I thought this was room 69

HOOKER: You got the right number, baby

TARIQ: Nah, I was s’posed to meet my boy Tru here.

He said he had something for

me

HOOKER: Well, you looking at it, sugar.

He says you been doing a real good job…

HOOKER: Now, let’s see how good a job you can do

HOOKER (mouth full): Why don’t you fuck me now?

TARIQ: What?

HOOKER: Oh, sorry, baby.

I said, «Why don’t you fuck me now?»

TARIQ: Yeah, no doubt.

I’m on that.

C’mon!

HOOKER: Wait, before we get started, let me turn the radio on and set the mood…