Woodrow the Base Head

WOODROW: Hey, Brother Stark!
Brother Stark: Tony Starks, Ghostface’s alter ego
GHOSTFACE: What up, ‘Dro?
WOODROW: A-yo, what up, my motherfuckin' nigga?
GHOSTFACE: Ha, my nigga, what’s that, it’s my mother—ahhhhhhhhhh…
GHOSTFACE: What up, kid?
WOODROW: A-yo, man, why y’all niggas playing me? ‘Cause Woodrow ain’t never
hurt no-motherfuckin-body…
GHOSTFACE: Ahhh, stop fakin'…
WOODROW: Get these big niggas off me, man…
GHOSTFACE: Ah, ‘Dro, you wild, ‘Dro. What up, G?
WOODROW: A-yo, let me get two. Let me get two
Woodrow is asking for two rocks of crack, and handing over nine dollars.
He’s one dollar short (Ghostface sells crack for $ 5 a rock)
GHOSTFACE: C’mon, ‘Dro. You know I can’t fuck with you like that, ‘Dro,
y’know dunn?
WOODROW: I’m saying, man, I know y’all motherfuckers say cash rules everything
around you, but crack rules everything around me, motherfucker!
GHOSTFACE: Stop that, ‘Dro! Damn!
WOODROW: Know what I’m sayin'? Now, like I said, I got nine dollars for yo' ass,
know what I’m sayin'… you know, I come through—
GHOSTFACE: ‘Dro ‘Dro ‘Dro, you got the most G in the world, ‘Dro, slow down,
pard… Slow down. C’mon… C’mon, Dro-Dro!
WOODROW: I’m sayin'! It ain’t no motherfuckin' game, nigga, I come through with
the TV’s… I come through with the VC—
GHOSTFACE: Christmas tomorrow, man! Christmas tomorrow!
WOODROW: And I’m gonna come through for y’all motherfuckers all over here!
Stapleton, y’all niggas know how I do! And I’m from uptown, I don’t even
motherfuckin' supposed to be around here, but I come around here,
and I spread my motherfuckin' love. Now I’m saying, give me two cracks,
let me go on the roof, take my two—
GHOSTFACE: Alright yo. Damn, man… C’mon, but you know… you’re like fam, god…
WOODROW:—and get on my shit!
GHOSTFACE: Alright, duke, C’mon ‘Dro, you like fam, man, I love you, man.
I love you, man… C’mon ‘Dro!
GHOSTFACE: God… damn, ‘Dro!
WOODROW: Come on, man, Come on! Brother Stark!
GHOSTFACE: Damn
WOODROW: Look, see I always gotta go through this shit, man… y’all niggas are
supposed to be Big Willies, you actin' a little silly, motherfucker!
GHOSTFACE: That ain’t got nothin'…that ain’t even got nothin' to do with it,
‘Dro, c’mon, ‘Dro
WOODROW: C’mon, man! C’mon, man!
GHOSTFACE: A yo, ‘Dro, slow the fuck down. C’mon pard. You know I love you,
though, God. What’s wrong with you, man?
WOODROW: A yo, tell these motherfuckas to back up! These niggas all in my
motherfuckin' face—
GHOSTFACE: Nah, those are—Those are my niggas, right there! Overseein'—
WOODROW: You think I don’t carry a motherfuckin' pistol, nigga?
BODYGUARD: Ease up, ease up
WOODROW: ‘Cause I’m a crackhead?
Now things get really serious. Woodrow has pulled out a pistol in front of two
large and presumably armed bodyguards. He could easily get murdered for that.
Ghost is clearly worried, not as much for his own life as for Woodrow’s
GHOSTFACE: Yo ‘Dro, stop that, man. Stop that, man. See now, c’mon, baby…
WOODROW: Nigga, I got a motherfuckin' nickel plated .380, I go down to my old
lady house, man, I tell her, «Suzie, throw it out the window! Suzie!»
GHOSTFACE: Ay-yo, you wild
WOODROW: Don’t play with me, mother— «Sue!»
GHOSTFACE: You wild, ‘Dro. Stop it, braw…
WOODROW: Back the fuck up, motherfuckers!
GHOSTFACE: Nah it’s all… it’s all good. This is my, this is my nigga right here,
this is ‘Dro
WOODROW: Now… Brother Stark. All I want is two, man. That’s all I want
GHOSTFACE: Listen, man. I can’t even do it like that… I can’t even do it, no,
on the real, ‘Dro, I’m tight, God. I can’t do it like that. You know… c’mon,
man. You like fam, God
WOODROW: Look, see I’m gonna have to go see the motherfuckin' Rastas, then!
I see I’m gonna have to go see the motherfuckin' Rastas! They let a
motherfucker get it for seven!
GHOSTFACE: Son, they just. You wonder why… you wonder why them niggas keep
lookin' at yo' ass, huh? Fuck with them niggas like that!
WOODROW: Fuck them, fuck you, and fuck this motherfuckin' crack house!
I’m out, motherfuckers! Fuck y’all motherfuckers!
GHOSTFACE: Yo ‘Dro, don’t disrespect my gate… don’t disrespect it.
Don’t disrespect my gate like that
WOODROW: I don’t give a f—y'all won’t let me get two for nine dollars.
One motherfuckin' dollar?
GHOSTFACE: A yo ‘Dro… get the fuck out the house. Get the fuck out the gate,
man. I’m about to knock you the fuck out
WOODROW: Always want a motherfucker… get off me!