The Bust - Prince Paul

TARIQ: Ooh, girl, right there.

Don’t slow down

OFFICER O’MALLEY BITCHKOWSKI: All right!

Open the fucking door!

It’s the police!

TARIQ: Aww, shit!

What the fuck?

OFFICER OB: Okay!

I’m gonna count to three!

…Three!

OFFICER OB: Freeze!

Put your hands up!

You too, bitch!

HOOKER (in background): Ah!

Ah!

Oh my God!

I cannot believe this!

I cannot believe this is happening!

Oh my God!

He made me do it!

He made me do it!

He jumped on me, all right?

I know I look good,

but he jumped on me too.

He jumped on me and made me do this!

I cannot believe

this!

Ah!

I am not with him!

It’s his fault!

I’m telling ya!

It wasn’t me!

Oh, please, no!

It wasn’t my fault!

Not my fault!

No!

TARIQ: What did I do?

What’s up?

OFFICER OB: Shut up, punk!

I got a tip there was some foul play going on here!

Wait… Hey, I remember you!

You’re one of Tru’s homeboys!

POLICE OFFICER: Hey, Sarge!

We got a gun, a few bags of weed, crack… It’s not

looking good!

OFFICER OB: All right, put the cuffs on both of them!

POLICE OFFICER: Okay, Sarge

OFFICER OB: Aight, punk!

Let me read you your rights!

Stupid motherfucking

moulie!

You’re going down, punk!