ARTIST(s):      Krayzie Bone
SONG TITLE:   Messenger (Skit)
ALBUM:            Thug Mentality 1999
[set in a restaurant with music playing in the background]
Krayzie: aw shit. excuse me man, excuse me.
Waiter: uh, yes sir?
Krayzie: could you tell me where the payphone at in here or somethin'?
Waiter: certainly. back there by the wine racks.
Krayzie: all right, thanks a lot. thank you, thank you.
Waiter: oh, you're welcome sir.
Krayzie: shit. it's a classy-ass, muthafuckin' restaraunt.
know this muthafucker got the money, punk muthafucker. Shit.
[pick's up phone, dialtone, puts in money and dials, it rings.]
His contact: hello?
Krayzie: yeah, hello?
Contact: what's happenin'?
Krayzie: yeah, i'm in the muthafuckin' spot now, man...
Contact: he there?
Krayzie: i don't see nobody yet, but i know the nigga'll be here. he got
Contact: all right, handle your business.
Krayzie: i think i see his broad comin' in right now...
Contact: right on time.
Krayzie: so don't worry about shit. i'm a handle this nigga, man.
This nigga in a classy-ass, muthafuckin' restaurant;
I know this nigga got the muthafuckin' money. don't worry about shit, i'm a have it. all right?
Contact: no mercy, nigga.
Krayzie: all right. [hangs up phone]
Girl: excuse me.
Waiter: uh, yes ma'am.
Girl: i have a reservation. it's for jones.
Waiter: for jones? let me see here for a minute. oh yes, Mr Jones called.
he Said, he is running late, but i am to seat you now.
Girl: okay, thank you.
Waiter: follow me this way. here you go ma'am.
um, would you like to start with something to drink while you wait?
Girl: do you have a chardonnay?
Waiter: most certainly. coming right up. oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now.
Hi, Mr Jones how are you this evening? Mr Jones hey, what's up? what's up? what's up?
Girl: hi, baby.
Mr. Jones: hey, baby. damn.
Girl: baby, what took you so long? i been just waitin' and waitin'. this is a nice place.
Mr. Jones: yeah, its cool. it's cool. did you order yet?
Girl: no, baby. i was waitin' on
Mr. Jones: what? what's happenin'?
Girl: that guy's been staring at me since i've sat down.
Mr. Jones: what dude?
Girl: you know him?
Mr. Jones: what dude?
Girl: that guy over there.
Mr. Jones: over where?..... aw, shit.
Girl: baby, what's wrong?
Mr. Jones: damn, don't worry about it! just...damn. just...just be cool, just be cool.
Girl: baby, he's walkin' over here now.
Mr. Jones: oh, shit.
Girl: baby, he' he's goin' in his jacket.
Krayzie: message for Mr Jones, muthafucker!
Girl: oh, shit!
[admist a massive array of gunfire and commotion, screaming, glass breaking, reloading.]
Mr. Jones: cover your head.
Krayzie: punk muthafucker. punk muthafucker! [gunfire ceases]
Fuck you! get the fuck out my way! get the fuck out my way!
{gunfire} fuck you! get the fuck out my way. get the fuck out my way.
A bystander: my leg! my leg!