Hustle & Flow

See...

...man ain't like a dog.

And when I say "man,"

I'm talking about man as in mankind, not man as in men.

Because men,

well, we a lot like a dog.

You know, we like to piss on things.

Sniff a bitch when we can.

Even get a little pink hard-on the way they do.

We territorial as shit, you know, we gonna protect our own.

But man...

...he know about death.

Got him a sense of history.

Got religion.

See...

...a dog...

Man, a dog don't know shit about no birthdays or Christmas

or Easter bunny, none of that shit.

And one day God gonna come calling,

so, you know, they going through life carefree.

But people like you and me, man, we always guessing.

Wondering, "What if?" You know what I mean?

So when you say to me,

"Hey, I don't think we should be doing this,"

I gotta say, baby, I don't think we need to be doing this neither,

but we ain't gonna get no move on in this world, lying around in the sun,

licking our ass all day.

I mean, we man.

I mean, you a woman and all, but we man.

So with this said...

...you tell me what it is you wanna do with your life.

I don't know.

- I mean, I guess I could, like... - Hold up a second.

What's happening with you, man?

You like what you see, huh?

Look here, baby, it break down like this:

Twenty in the front, 40 in the back.

Hello?

Why don't you walk over there and explain it to that motherfucker.

- Damn. - From the D&Z sports desk,

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- Please! Fucking with me, man! Hey! - Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, what the hell?!

- Pull that shit again, - Motherfucker, how you like that?

Boot your ass to hell.

- You heard me! - Get the fuck up out of here.

Deranged son of a bitch!

- You all right, Nola? - Thanks, D.

Come on in, man. Come on in here.

Damn, man, you gotta get some security up in here.

I'm the only motherfucking security in here.

Sure is good not to be cracking heads.

So, what you need, man, a half or full O?

Ounce will do good. Fourth coming up and all.

Righteous, man.

Hey, you remember that sticky herb you brung up

to my brother's house for playoffs?

Yeah, I remember that shit. That ain't this, now, man.

We talking about... That's a whole other zip-up bag on that.

That's fucking prime product right there.

We got some big company coming in here for the Fourth.

Thought you may want to get you some money.

- Big company? - Yeah.

- Like what? - You know Skinny Black?

Skinny Black.

Yeah, that... Yeah, I know who Skinny is, man.

I know Skinny from way back in the day.

See, I know Skinny when he was hustling

his underground tapes down at the drive-in,

out the back of his Cutlass.

Not no more he ain't. Last one he put out went platinum.

- Platinum? - Yeah.

- That's more special than gold, right? - But he's still in Memphis.

He and his brother Tigga hook up with their friends every Fourth of July.

I shut the place down, make it all private for them.

And they just buy me out.

- Bullshit. - No shit.

Yo, Skinny rolling like that, man?

Best get your ass up here with that good shit.

Those boys don't want none of this dirt weed.

So you're trying to hurt my feelings, right?

- Just trying to help out a friend. - For sure, man.

All right, all right, all right, goddamn it,

we're going into a 2-for-1 for all you balling motherfuckers.

You gonna love this shit.

These lovely ladies will be doing two dances for the price of one.

We got Luscious, we got Phoebe and we got Lexus

coming up to satellite one.

- Mike. - What up, D?

- What's happening, baby? - Wet out there, huh?

Yeah, sorry, man.

- It's like a motherfucker. - All right.

Hey, baby.

- Hey, where Lex at? - Over there on satellite one.

Don't miss out. Take advantage.

We got Monique coming up on satellite one.

- You'll love this, 2-for-1. - What the fuck? Will you let me...

These lovely ladies will be giving you two dances for the price of one.

- Come here. Excuse me, daddy. - Don't you see me on a hustle?

- Where you at? - I ain't at shit.

- I was on my third dance. - Don't tell me...

You think I can just run up in here, snap my fingers

and make these motherfuckers throw their money at me?

- Watch your motherfucking tone... - I ain't even made payout yet!

This one is pretty good.

My motherfucking house got broken into too, bitch.

- Hell, no. - Hell, yeah, they kicked

both my doors in, girl. Stole the last pound of hydro weed for the party.

You hear that?

That's my gut saying, "Hurry the fuck up," okay?

- Come on. - Look at this.

Hell, no. Look at this shit. What the fuck you call that, the clapper?

Lights on, lights off. Don't play. I'm gonna roll tonight.

I don't care what you say, D, I ain't working day shift no more.

I don't care if I got to take me a taxi ride home.

- You gonna work if I say you gonna. - I ain't working with these skank-ass,

- trucker-bait ho's no more. - Kiss my ass.

- Bitch, fucking take my shit again. - Shit don't make no sense.

If I'd known y'all was gonna take your sweet fucking time, I'd have come in.

Trudy says she made $500 last night, $500, you heard me?

- Bitch got that birthmark on her face? - Five hundred dollars

for dancing for some man who makes cotton.

- What she do for him? She tricking. - It ain't fair.

I'm tricking! I ain't making $500.

- What the hell, fool?! - Hey!

- D. Djay. - Get your ass away from our car.

- What the fuck's wrong with you? - Hey, D!

- It's only me, it's Harold. - Get the fuck away from my car!

- It's me, Harold, Djay. - Get away from my car, man.

- It's your dog. - You're lucky as shit,

that's normally my barrels under my fucking seat, motherfucker.

- It's Djay, nigga! - Okay, Djay, I didn't mean no harm.

You got any of that crankity-crank shit?

Nigga, I'm gateway mother... Man, don't waste my time on no bullshit.

Wait, wait, wait. Check this out. Check this out.

Check this out. What can I get for this?

You think I look like a pawnshop, man?

Is that...? I got "pawnshop" written on my forehead?

Come on, Djay, fuck with me.

- Fuck with me, Djay. - Where you get it?

You know the business.

- You took that shit from little kids? - No, none of that, man.

I used to play this thing myself, all the time.

- That shit work? - Man, like a pro!

Let me see that motherfucker, man.

Yeah, man, I used to have one of these when I was a little kid.

- Shit wasn't as big, though. - But that's bigger and better.

Fuck with me, now, D.

- Fuck with me, Djay! - Shut the fuck up, man.

- Nigga, I'll give you a quarter for it. - A quarter?

Man, you mean a half and some. I can get more than that at the pawnshop.

Take that shit to the pawnshop, let's see what you get.

No, take it over there, man. Give them your thumbprint.

- You on. You got it, you got it. - Hey, give me that bag, man.

Shit.

You the man. You got it going on. It's all good.

Nigga, you advertising my shit right now.

It's okay, I'm gonna fuck with you anyhow. It's all good.

You fucking with me already.

Hey, Stevie Wonder!

We hungry.

Motherfucking Carl Lewis or something.

I called the power company about getting an extension on the light bill.

They say I gotta come down there, stand in line.

I can't be standing in line how they do down there,

not if I got Roger with me.

You know, D?

Man, it's Skinny goddamn Black, you know...

Hey! There goes Skinny Black, man.

Hey, Lex. Lex, come here, baby!

Look right there, look at that. That is Skinny Black, man.

Me and him gonna be kicking it over at Arnel's club on the Fourth of July.

- Ain't that some shit, huh? - Who, you?

Yeah, me and Skinny gonna do us some little catching up.

So am I supposed to piss myself or something?

Okay, let's see who it is that you know is somebody, huh?

Nobody in this here crib, that's for damn sure.

- Where my baby, Roger, at? - No, no, Lex, please!

I just put him to sleep, Lex!

Skinny used to DJ over at Booker T. The same way I did at Westwood.

D, I know it's my job and all...

Ain't like he the only nigga can spit flow.

But why she gotta wake Roger up?

Ain't like he the only nigga can spit some flow.

D, I need time for me too, now.

Shit, I was just doing the same thing, just over at my school.

Ask anybody, man. Go ask Carlos on the corner, he'd tell you.

He was in my grade. Ask him.

We gotta get that extension, D.

Fuck. Paper money. Shit.

See, now, back in the day you wouldn't even catch me

in this Bentley right here, you'd catch me in a Crown Vic.

Bitch. Shit, back in the day,

- I was triple platinum. Ask anyone. - D.

- I think I'll take a shower. Here. - I don't give a fuck, man.

- I need you to watch Roger for me. - Hey, give him to Shug!

Shug say it's her chill time. Come on.