(Smokey is talking to Big Worm on the phone, confronting him about the drive-by shooting)

Yeah, I got your money. And I don't appreciate you sendin' your punk-ass, busta-ass, Jheri curl-wearin' ass friends to shoot at me and my homie. They'd like to got dealt with.

First of all, don't be callin' here like you some straight up "G", 'cause I'll cut your balls off and hand 'em to you, partner. I had to warn you too many times about my money, Smokey. You see, it's the principle of the whole thing. There's principalities in this.

Yeah, well...I got your money anyways. And you sell that shit yourself next time, 'cause I'm goin' to rehab. I'm through with this shit. (hangs up, then lights up a joint and looks at the camera) I was just bullshittin'! And you know this, man!