Stop Hatin’ (skit)

[Interlude]
Guy: Yo, you know I just seen that new Eve video. That thing on fire

Girl: Who?

Guy: Eve! Bombshell

Girl: Eve?

Guy: Yeah, Queen of Philadelphia

Girl: Pfft! Yeah, right

Guy: Ah, come on, man, I know you ain't hatin' on that young lady

Girl: Oh no, I ain't hatin'. I mean, she's alright, but she ain't like that

Guy: She more than alright, she just got a Grammy. Talkin' about she alright
She just got a Grammy

Girl: I think that was all luck

Guy: Ah, it's no luck about it. Ah, ah, luck

Girl: Psh, yeah

Guy: It fucks me up. She got four million records, got all this shit poppin', movies and all that shit and you from Philly standing here talking about it's luck

Girl: It's luck, it's luck

Guy: That's crazy, that's crazy

Girl: That's all it is

Guy: I don't know who you feeling then right now, but that's some crazy shit

Girl: I mean, she ain't the best female artist, ya'mean?

Guy: She hold it down. All my niggas and all the chicks I know back home say that she the shit, and all of them cop her shit. I don't know what you talkin' 'bout

Girl: Do they ever see her? Do she come to the hood? I don't ever see her downtown, down South Street, none of that

Guy: 'Cause she be busy. She got her shit poppin'. You don't ever see her on South Street?

Girl: C'mon now

Guy: She forever at Ishkabibble's

Girl: Come on with that busy shit

Guy: And it take three months and shit like that to make movies, and three months albums, three months to tour. That's nine months outta the year. Stop hatin'

Girl: I ain't hatin'. I mean, who she wanna be? Who she wanna be?

Guy: You all up here on this motherfucking corner with these motherfucking
Baggy tights on, and your teeth all motherfucking yellow, sipping on a warm Sprite talkin' shit about her. She Cristal and caviar. What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? You better stop with your three motherfucking extensions and four tracks

Girl: Hold up, hold up

Guy: Hold up what? What the fuck?

Girl: I know you ain't just come at me like that

Guy: Yeah, 'cause you comin' at her like that

Girl: I'm from the fuckin' hood

Guy: I know you from the— ah, ain't this a motherfucker

Girl: You fuckin' nappy head, smokin' cigarettes, buyin' loosies from the Chinese store. You broke ass bitch. Your fuckin' linked ass Timbs. Come on now. I'm fuckin' hood. Eve don't even know you, nigga

Guy: Ooh, I know you hood, you rusty nipple ring havin' ass motherfucker

Girl: Fuck you!

Guy: Your rusty ass nipple ring and your dirty navel ring. Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?