Get to know me. I want you to know things about me.
Although I come from the deep-deep hood--
That's why I want you to know, it's so funny.
Some of the things like, where I come from,
in the deep-deep hood, in the ghetto,
where a lot of shit don't happen that's positive.
When somebody get a job,
old people sit around and discuss 'em.
"Told you that girl was smart, didn't I?"
(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)
"You know she work downtown, don'tcha?"
(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)
Don't get an office job!
And wait a minute, black people, lemme tell you something.
Use your fake bitch when you need her,
don't just throw her aside.
Use her when you need her,
but reel her ass in when you're done.
You see, when you go on a job interview,
you need to take the fake bitch with you.
(APPLAUSE)
She'll get you that job, won't she?
She will get you that job, every time!
She'll walk in there all nice. "Hi, hello!" Speak to everybody!
"How you doing? Hello." Yeah.
'Cause she don't know if you the interviewer
or the competition!
She go in there,
and when she get ready to talk about your qualifications,
she pump yo' ass up so well,
you don't know who she talkin' about.
I'm like, "Damn, I can do all of that?"
'Cause she will put that speech pattern down.
That's when it's necessary too. When you go on a job interview,
don't go in there, go, "Yo, what up, ya know?"
Use the fake bitch.
When she come out and give you those-- those qualifications,
you be like, "Damn, that's--" She's like,
"Well, my qualifications, well, um, I program computers.
I know accounting and psychology.
I took a course in business and I can speak a little Japanese."
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(AUDIENCE CHEERS)
You got the fuckin' job.
And it's so funny when you know your friend,
when you know that fake bitch that you know,
got that office job, and she get a desk? Oh, Lord.
Don't give a fake bitch a desk.
Because when she come back to the hood and talk to you,
everything refers back to her desk!
I don't give a damn what y'all talking about.
"It's raining, I wish I had an umbrella."
"I had one but I left it in my desk... at work."
"Anybody got change for a five?"
"I had some change but I left it in my desk... at work."
Everything refers back to that damn desk.
And please, don't go that step further,
and give that fake bitch a phone on her desk!
Oh, Lord, her friends don't know who she is
when they call her there, do they?
'Cause she pick the phone up-- She got to
with the fake bitch act.
"Thank you for calling Social Security.
May I help you?"
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
Friend be on the line,
"Uh, can I speak to Tamika, please?"
(APPLAUSE)
"Um, this is Tamika speaking. How may I help you?"
"Uh, this Tamika Johnson?"
(LAUGHTER)
"Yes it is! How may I help you?"
"Tamika with the teeth missing in the front?"
(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)
Then you got to break it down. "Bitch, it's me, bitch."
And she be proud.
"Damn girl, you got the job..." (SPEAKING INCOHERENTLY)
She be proud because you can--
And you know where Tamika learned that?
You know where she learned how to talk like that?
It ain't just start.
The fake bitch been around for years.
Because everybody here, when you were little,
you could tell when your mama was--
who she was talking to on the phone.
If it was somebody important and white...
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
You couldn't see through the phone!
You just heard the fake bitch when she took over, didn't you?
'Cause when her friends called, it's like, "Hello?"
"Oh! Hey, how you doing, girl? I ain't doing nothing."
"Cooking these beans."
"Yeah, I know we had 'em yesterday,
but beans taste better the second day, girl."
(CHEERING)
"Girl, I can hardly hear nothing you said.
These kids with all that damn noise. Yeah--
Yeah, hold on, lemme--
Yo, kids, stop all that damn noise!
People think I ain't taught ya nothing!"
That's how she talks to her friends.
But you let the principal, or the insurance man,
or somebody white collar. "Hello?"
"Oh, hi Mr. Kennedy. How are you?"
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
"Gee, haven't received it yet? I mailed it out on Tuesday."
(CHEERING)
"Well, don't you worry, I've got the account number.
I'm gonna track it down--
Can you hold on, Mr. Kennedy? I can barely hear you.
Children! Mommy's on the phone now!"
(APPLAUSE)
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