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Good evening, I'm Marci Feld.
Oh, thank you.
Please! Oh, please, stop it!
Enough. That's enough.
Tonight, the American Jewish
Federation...
You Jews, you wonderful Jews.
Who needs Santa Claus?
Am I right?
Tonight, the AJF presents
its highest honor,
its Global Humanitarian Award,
to the finest human being
I have ever known.
This award goes to my father,
Mr. Ben Feld.
We love you, bubby!
Ben! We're here for you!
Isn't he handsome?
And kosher, right?
Love you.
Now, most of you may think of my
father as, first and foremost,
an incredibly successful
corporate legend,
but he has always taught me
about responsibility
and giving something back.
He would say, "Sweetheart, you
are the prettiest, the smartest,
"the most perfect girl
in the whole world,
so you must reach out
to all of those who aren't."
Powerful.
Doesn't Marci
look fabulous?
Ultra-Marci.
Mega-Marci.
The full Marci.
Ten years ago,
we opened our first
shelter for the homeless,
helping those in need
of a bed, counseling,
and shampoo and conditioner.
Next came a drug rehab program
called "Marci Cares,"
and today, there are
branches of Marci Cares
all across the tri-state area.
Can you imagine being
addicted to heroin?
Oh, it's heartbreaking.
But does the weight
stay off?
I only wish that my mother
Sheila could be with us
on this joyous occasion.
But, as some of you know,
six years ago,
while we were opening
a free clinic in Johannesburg,
she was tragically killed by
a savage South African leopard.
It is in her memory
that I would now like to present
this medal of mercy,
a medal from Marci.
Tonight, this award
goes to my father,
Mr. Ben Feld!
We have problems, sir.
Daddy?!
Daddy, where are you going?
Was it the entree?
Daddy...
Daddy...
What's going on?
Marci, incoming.
This way, Miss Feld.
Daddy, what is wrong? I...
Shh! Sweetheart, sit.
The corporate crisis
centering on Ben Feld
has begun to escalate
out of control.
I got here as
fast as I could.
Daddy, what is this?
Daddy's busy.
...include the notorious
urban record label
called Felony Assault.
Earlier today,
that label released
a new CD by controversial
gangsta rap star Dr. S.
Dr. S has been
a hard-core success...
I don't know this person.
He's a rapper.
His songs are known
for their extreme sexual
and often violent content.
His latest release, however,
is by far his most provocative.
Controversy is erupting,
protesters are converging
on Feldco headquarters
in Manhattan.
An angry mob is calling for
blood, specifically the blood
of mogul Ben Feld...
Oh, Daddy, is that your picture?
...honored tonight
as a great humanitarian.
I am here with senator
and leading media watchdog
Mary Ellen Spinkle.
Oh, no.
I am appalled.
Is she wearing
a helmet?
I am outraged.
I am so disgusted
that I can barely speak...
but I will.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
This recording
is unspeakably offensive,
not just to all Americans,
but to all human beings
everywhere.
I will not quote the lyrics
because, as a Christian,
I cannot even pronounce
some of the words.
But let me just read you
some of the song titles:
"Shoot the Teacher."
Oh, my...
-Yes!
-Not good.
"l Am the King of Your Mouth."
-Very nice.
-Uh-oh. -Ooh!
"You My Special Bitch."
-Wait...
-Mmm!
"l Love You Because
I'm High."
"Six Grades Are Plenty."
Lane, did you ask Legal?
Do I really own this label?
You bought it years ago
as part of a package.
"lt Ain't My Baby Because
I Don't Like You."
This is it.
...and "The Power in my Pants."
Has Dr. S gone too far?
I don't blame these rappers,
I blame the man who profits
from this perversion!
I blame the man who makes
his dirty millions
from the wholesale slaughter
of our children's innocence!
I blame an American Satan,
Ben Feld!
I am calling for a complete
boycott of all Feldco products
including movies, newspapers,
TV shows,
and DVDs!
A boycott?
A boycott?!
Are you listening to this,
Mr. Feld?
Or I should say "Mr. Filth."
Ben Feld...
you are a dead man!
-Ben?
-Uh-oh...
Ben!
Daddy!
Ben, don't die!
The moral firestorm
blazing around Ben Feld
has raged into a white-hot
economic inferno.
A what?!
Pickets have closed
record stores nationwide.
My God... I'm choking...
We have contacted Tubby Fenders,
the president of Felony Assault,
who is currently serving time
-in a penitentiary.
-Look...
Yo.
Mr. Fenders, what about Dr. S?
Dr. S would never apologize!
He would never bow down
to the white man's censorship!
Just like me, he has been
unjustly oppressed and accused!
Tubby Fenders, the president
of Felony Assault Records.
Give me that remote!
Big baby!
I can't believe this.
Everything I worked for
my whole life,
it's all going
to crumble.
Baby, I'm so sorry.
Daddy!
Because you
have to see all this.
Because l...
I just wish I had a son.
Why would you want a son?
Someone to take over,
to take charge,
so that you wouldn't
have to worry.
Someone we could trust.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
I just two weeks, we are going
to put Ben Feld on trial
before the entire civilized
world and China...
That's it! That's it!
I'm out of here!
What?!
Uh-oh. Dr. Skellar!
I need Dr. Skellar!
Oh, Daddy! Look...
Look what's happening.
I can't stay here!
I... I...
You get back in that bed,
Your Highness.
Mr. Feld...
Mr. Feld, you are an
extremely sick man.
Now, no visitors,
and nurse, get rid
of that television
and I need cc's
of Valium right now.
Oh, thank you.
For your father.
Oh.
-Ben...
-What?
I'm going to put you
in complete isolation
for two weeks
for your own good.
No cell phones, no faxes,
no lnternet, nothing.
Like the ' s?
I'm warning you, Ben.
If you have any more
stress, it could kill you.
Sweetheart, please,
just go.
You don't think
the rules apply to you, do you?
Ben, you're in real danger.
You're a very sick man.
Thank God you're rich.
You're here in this hospital
and you're going to stay here
until I release you.
Sorry.
Marce!
Oh, Marci,
I can't believe it!
Are you all right?
Is your dad okay?
Have you bathed?
Look, chocolates!
Did you get a chance
to bathe yet?
They're for you...
and your dad.
But I feel so useless.
I love my father so much
and I can't even help him.
And he doesn't... he doesn't
really want me to try.
Why not?
He said he wished he had a son.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe I'm not strong enough
or smart enough.
Maybe I am just a socialite.
Excuse me?
Just a socialite?
You serve on the boards
of three major museums.
You are a guest editor
at Vogue, Vanity Fair,
and Mademoiselle.
And last year alone,
you raised over seven figures
for literacy, muscular dystrophy
and cancer.
In this town, you are cancer.
No, but this involves law suits
and spin control
and the whole worldwide
entertainment industry.
Which is your life.
You introduced Princess Diana
to Mother Teresa
at your bat mitzvah.
They had cake.
Well, not Diana.
Time Magazine has declared you
the most charming white woman
in America under .
Oh, except we're
talking about rap.
And, you know, the inner cities
and censorship and the cultural
legacy of black people.
Well, I happen
to adore black people.
-Word.
-Word up.
Word perfect.
You can get anybody
to do anything you want.
It's your gift.
Yeah, yeah,
yeah, and my dad
is being isolated.
But I've only got two weeks
until the hearings.
So get out there...
...and show your father
just what you're capable of.
You say, "Watch out, America,
here comes Marci."
Yeah, I'm going to go see
that Dr. S,
in person, on his own turf.
I'll explain everything
and we can work together.
Marci cares.
Marci loves.
Marci saves her father's life.
-Yay!
-Oh!
So where is this Dr. S?
Uptown.
-Uptown.
-All the way.
Yeah, someone call
for a doctor?
You say you want the power,
the power to see
You say you want the power,
the power to be
You want to see the power,
then give it a glance
Come on, I got the power,
the power in my pants
You say you want the power,
the power so fine
Screaming for the power,
the power that's mine
If I showed you all the power,
you'd go into a trance
I have you in my power,
with the power in my pants
We want the power
Try not to stare
We want the power
Give me some air
We want the power
Give, give, give
Give me some drums
We want the power
Here it comes
You say you want the power,
the power to come
# You want to ride
the power to the maximum #
You say you use the power
to enhance romance
Come on, take some power,
the power in my pants
You say you need the power,
the power supreme
You want to touch the power,
till you make it your dream
-You play with the power...
-Excuse... Hi.
You know it's your chance
Got a magic wand, yeah,
the power in my pants
Hold on to your purse.
We want the power
'Cause he got game
We want the power
# You're playing games #
-All right!
-Yeah!
Feel my song inside your thong
The power that stick,
that knows every trick
If you can't live with it,
then you don't know dick.
Thank you.
Sit down.
Sit your asses down.
All right.
How y'all feeling?
Sick!
Ain't y'all glad
there's a doctor in the house?
Yeah!
I want to give
a special shout out
to someone who is near
and dear to my heart.
I think you all know
who I'm talking about.
That's right.
She's a recording artist,
and she's got a workout video
and her own perfume.
And she got an ass you just want
to take pictures with.
You know who I'm talking about--
the Booty Monster herself...
Miss Yolanda Quinones.
Yolanda!
Am I late?
You're late,
but you're right on time.
Come on, sit down
while the Doctor
put on the clinic.
Hey, Medic, show 'em
how we operate.
Hi.
Go. Go talk to him.
For your father.
Mingle.
Spanky, here.
Coming off,
coming through
and going back.
Dr. S, hi.
Marci Feld.
It's a pleasure.
Really.
Who are you?
Um, I'm Ben Feld's daughter.
Anyway, I can see
you're very busy,
so I'm just going
to take a second.
But we really do have to chat
about, you know, your new CD.
Why?
Well, I'm sure you know
all about the hoo-ha.
Please. Ooh!
I'm also sure you're every bit
as upset about it as I am.
You know.
You're upset?
You're hot and bothered?
Um...
Anyway, I have a plan.
-You do, huh?
-Yeah.
You're just going to love it.
I bet I will.
Oh, yeah.
Ew, this is...
all covered with you.
You know, you could sell that.
Oh, yeah?
-On eBay.
-Oh...
seconds.
Oh, okay.
Well, here it is.
Um... next week,
you're supposed to appear live
at the MTV Awards.
Perfect-- it's global,
millions of people watching.
Just the perfect place
for you to say to the entire
world, "I'm really sorry.
"l went too far.
Ben Feld is fabulous,
and I apo..."
I'm good. Thank you.
"...and I sincerely apologize."
Um, well, tomorrow morning
at : --
I thought we could
kick things off, you know,
with a public relations
event, sort of, in a way.
Five seconds.
How do I look?
You look amazing.
I got to run.
Stick around, all right?
Okay. You're too sweet.
I mean that.
It went very well.
He said to wait here,
and I don't know why.
Y'all take five.
What's happening?
Check this out.
I don't know if y'all
been tracking it,
but a lot of people
been coming down on the Doctor
for speaking his mind.
Folks like Senator Spinkle,
and the media.
And Mr. Ben Feld.
Guess who we got
in the audience tonight?
Who?
We got his little
goddamn daughter,
Marci Feld is here.
Kick her ass!
Kill her!
And she wants me...
-No.
-...to apologize...
Hell, no!
...and do some
public relation shit.
She wants me to change
who I am.
No!
Say, bitch!
Oh, my God.
Bring your pasty white ass
out here.
You get out there.
You tell him you are not
a bitch. Not always.
That's your answer
right there.
I'm a real nigger.
I don't change for no one.
I ain't changing shit.
Can I get an amen?
Amen!
You're out
of your element, baby.
You're out of your league.
And you're out
of your goddamn mind.
This is Harlem.
Get the hell out of my ghetto.
'Cause these people
ain't feeling you.
You know why?
'Cause you're not real.
You're unreal.
You're where real goes to die.
What do you mean I'm not real?
Authentic.
Talking about down.
Real is who you are.
And it's what you ain't.
Kill that bitch!
Shoot that bitch!
Whack, whack, whack,
whack, whack, whack, whack,
whack, whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack...
Lauren.
I'm sorry.
...whack, whack...
Okay, okay!
If I can get real,
whatever the hell that means,
will you show up
tomorrow morning?
And how you going to get real?
What you going to do?
You going to rap for us?
No, I can't rap.
You can't rap?
Then I can't go. Bye.
Bye-bye.
All right, all right.
If I do rap,
do I have your word?
Word to your mother.
But you're going
to need a little beat.
Hold on.
What do you mean, a beat?
You can't rhyme if you
don't have no rhythm.
Hi, hi, hey, hey
Everybody have a nice day...
All right!
Okay.
It's okay.
Maybe she needs some bass.
Give her some bass.
Yeah, I need bass.
Give her some S! Yes!
Okay...
Hi, hi, I'm so real
Let me tell you how I feel...
God, this is so embarrassing.
She's so white.
I can't watch.
We know how you feel.
And I know what
you want to feel.
Oh!
But he's mine, bitch.
Okay, just give me another beat.
We're running out of beats.
Give her another one.
Go on.
Okay.
Now listen, I know
I suck at this, okay?
But it's my very, very
first time.
And I'm just not very musical.
Although I did love Lion King.
All right, so, but rapping.
Let me just think
for a minute, okay?
So, okay, so rapping,
it's about being...
about being honest...
"real," right?
Okay.
So, okay, okay, okay.
I would really like to talk
to all the women
in the audience...
in the house.
As you say.
Give me what you gave him.
Okay.
Mar-say!
Girlfriend.
Get down.
He says he's got the power
Somewhere in his pants
He says that I'm not real
That I don't stand a chance
Okay, I'm white, I'm blonde,
I'm Jewish
Could it get any worse?
But I have got a secret
The power in my purse
When I was very little,
my mom said to me
A man's just a man,
nothing comes free
Well, who can I trust
in this universe?
She said you trust the power,
the power in your purse
We've got the power
This one's Chanel
We've got the power
Mm, new purse smell
We've got the power
Yes, it's all right here
We've got the power
Come on, dawgs, get it in gear.
You tell it, girl!
Go on!
It's au courant,
just what you want
Hermes, Versace,
Saint Laurent
Please give me more
of Michael Kors
And Gucci, Pucci, Miss Dior
Louis Vuitton
just gets me gone
Ferra, Dolce, turn me on
Halston, Calvin, hip hooray
Herve Leger and Gaultier
Give me Ralph or give me Donna
Valentino, yes, I wanna
Lagerfeld, and in all candor
Balenciaga and Jill Sander
Armani, please, you know I gotta
And Missoni, Boss and Prada
Badgley Mischka,
Courreges, Cardin
Can I keep going?
Yes, I can
De la Renta and Kamali
Lecroix, Bill Blass,
bravo, Cavalli!
Betsey Johnson, Anna Sui
I see me in a Givenchy
Von Furstenburg and Perry Ellis
Please, Mark Jacobs,
don't be jealous
I love them all,
it's like a curse
It's fashion power in my purse
She's got the power
Oh! I love this thing
She's got the power
Everyone, sing, sing, sing
She's got the power
God, what it stores
She's got the power
So come on now, what's in yours?
-I got powder
-I've got gloss
-I got Kleenex
-I got floss
-I've got Visa
-MasterCharge
Yo, girlfriends,
you're living large
-I've got gum
-A bra with lace
-I've got tweezers
-I've got mace
-I got my smokes
-I've got a light
I've got the sun in the morning
and the moon at night
Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
For my heavenly purse...
Me?
Okay, all right.
And I am telling you
I'm not going-ah...
That's all I know.
We've got the power
We cannot lose
We've got the power
Look, it matches our shoes
We've got the power
Come on, everyone dance
We've got the power
See, we don't need pants
Power
-Yeah
-Power
Power
Power, we've got the power
Power, Power
Power
Power, we've got the power
Power, Power
Power, we've got the power!
You my goddamn lawyer,
just get me out of here.
Dr. S is joining
a public service campaign
to promote sexual abstinence.
Still, Feldco stock
continues to plummet.
Yo, Tubby!
Go, mama.
Did you hear about that Marci?
How could you let
that happen to me?
Baby, I'm in the joint, boo.
Tubby, you and I have a deal.
You promised me total
personal management.
That is why I signed
with your label.
You gave me
your word on Dr. S.
You said that we could be
a power couple.
It's under control.
I know we got to do something
about that bitch.
When, Tubby?
I'm on it.
I'll let you know, baby.
But he'll be here any second.
He gave me his word.
He's already cost us
over two hours.
You know, he's on his way.
He's in the car.
His people called.
Yo.
Oh, Dr. S.
I told you.
Oh, you look great.
Doctor, this is
your director, Todd.
Okay, what is this shit?
Well, we're making
a public service spot
sponsored by the Save
Our Families Foundation
and you are going to
be its spokesperson.
Isn't that the best?
Hold on, spokesperson for what?
Yes.
Let me introduce you
to your costars.
This is so major.
Just last week they sold
over million copies
of their new CD.
What are you doing?
Look, they are huge.
This way.
Parents love them
because they are
non-threatening.
Now if you appear with them,
people will see that
you're not so, you know,
filthy and evil and disgusting.
Not that those are bad things.
You know, last night,
I thought you were just
some crazy-ass bitch.
Now I have three little words
to say.
"Thank you, Marci"?
"Bye, bye, bye."
If you don't do this,
I will call Feldco
and we will stop
shipping your CDs today.
And you will be dead meat.
Which also describes abstinence.
Okay, what do I got to do?
Come on, the press
will be here soon.
We've got all the magazines
and the papers.
Don't you love this?
Oh, it reminds me of
my playhouse when I was little.
Did you have a playhouse?
-I did. -I did.
-I did. -I did.
Okay. Dr. S, this is Mikey,
Jonathan, Adam and Kelly.
Dr. S, may I present
Boyz R Us.
-What up?
-Props to the Doctor.
Okay, why don't we
run through the song
so Dr. S can see what it is
he'll be doing with you.
Okay.
Watch it. Here.
Bell, please.
Okay, this will be
a full rehearsal
with cameras and everything.
-You want to sit? No.
-Can I get some lights, please?
And... action!
"A" mark.
Sexual abstinence spot,
take one.
Hold on... Hold on
Let's wait... Let's wait
Let's hold hands in the sunset
Let's date
What I feel for you is special
So let's not spoil it
Our bodies are a temple
Not a public toilet
Take care... Take care
Say whoa... Say whoa
If you see me coming
Girl, it's time to go
Let's be patient
till our wedding day
Till God tells us that it's okay
Till then,
let's stay six feet away
Girl, shut that gate
Hold off... Hold off
Hold off,
Hold off
Let's wait
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Let's wait.
Cut!
-Love of God.
-Perfect!
-Wonderful! -Beautiful!
-Wasn't that something?
Guys, that was really nice.
Can you get through?
Yeah, that was something.
Bravo.
Honestly.
And you're going
to introduce them.
Isn't that inspiring?
We have a responsibility
to our fans.
Yeah, we get so many
beautiful letters
from these sweet
little girls.
And their families.
And college-educated older men.
Dr. S?
Okay, I'm there.
But first, I'm gonna need
somewhere private to rehearse.
Of course.
With my dawgs.
Bell, please.
Okay.
You see?
I told you he'd be into this.
He's gonna make America say,
"Hey, let's give this guy
another chance."
-We're lucky to have him.
-Yeah.
"A" mark.
Sexual abstinence spot,
take two.
And action!
Hey, kids.
Gather 'round.
It's me, Dr. S.
And I know,
especially when you're young,
this world can be
a very complicated place.
So I want you to listen up
to some good pals of mine
'cause they got a very important
message for today's teens.
Hey, guy... Hey, guy
Let's date... Let's date
Let's date... Let's date
'Cause we're both
something special
Not straight
What I feel for you
is groovy
So let's enjoy it
I think your sister's pretty
But let's boy and boy it
I saw... I saw
You wink... You wink
And life is so much better
Now that we're in sync
Ah...
I really like
your smiling face
My beach house has a fireplace
We'll watch reruns
of Will and Grace
Let's fornicate
Hold on... Hold on
Hold tight... Hold tight
Let's date,
let's date, let's date
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Let's date.
-That was so good.
-Wasn't it?
Now please keep in mind
this is your last chance
to clean up your act.
You're lucky I thought
of bringing you tonight.
This party is such a fabulous
idea for our campaign.
Now people will see
that you're really decent
and helpful and nice.
Nice, my ass.
When you gonna wake up
and smell the brother?
What is that, rabbit?
Siberian chinchilla, Gs.
What's that you got on?
Lab rat?
This is classic white mink.
Is that platinum?
Yes, ghetto fabulous.
What about your earrings,
those real diamonds?
-Of course.
-Wow.
I didn't know they made them
that small.
You know, you remind me
of someone in that outfit
with the jewelry and the hair.
Yeah, who?
Biggie? Tupac? DMX?
My Aunt Esther.
Welcome.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,
to our annual auction
to benefit CWNFlTA,
Children With No Feeling
In Their Arms.
Okay.
It is a terrible illness still
affecting far too many wee ones.
Wee ones?
It's tragic.
They can't dial.
Ouch! Stop it!
Marvelous.
Thank you.
That's great.
All right.
Our first item is something
truly, deeply exciting.
It's dinner for two
with the handsome,
the totally dreamy
Mr. Donald Trump.
I love Donald.
She can't be real.
Who wants dinner
with Donald Trump?
You don't have to touch him.
Maybe he's changed.
That's his real hair.
-This is whack.
-Whack?
Oh, that means "bad."
I do volunteer work,
teaching black teenagers
to wear the correct size.
I'll be back. Excuse me.
Is that Chuck Berry?
Wow.
What is he doing?
You need some help, baby.
I'm here to back you up.
I'm... I'm working, okay?
Just go back to your seat.
It's okay.
We're working together
as a team.
They're old.
They don't have much time left.
Look,
shout out to the wee one.
Throw your hands up.
Stop it.
Hey.
We got to get these
wee ones some arms.
My first item up,
I need to talk
to just the ladies.
Fellas, take five.
He is so sexy.
He's a gangsta.
He raps about guns
and bitches and hos.
That's what I said.
'Cause I know you ladies all
beautiful and bangin' and alone.
Are you alone, mama?
I'm with my husband.
Yeah, you're alone.
Bam.
And you're all here
with your husbands
and your ex-husbands
and future ex-husbands,
but you're all alone.
I see it in your eyes.
Who's dis?
He's my fourth husband.
Your fourth husband.
Is he rich?
Not rich enough.
Then you're still alone.
And what do we have here?
Look at these lovely creatures
over here.
Hi, ladies.
Tell me the truth,
y'all ever get it on?
One bed, four bitches?
Be honest.
I'm telling you,
this room is just full
of lush, lonely,
Iovely
Iadies.
Hey!
Don't touch.
Now, who's wearing that perfume
that got me all worked up,
turned on, turned out, huh?
-Me. -Me.
-Me.
Hey, hey,
now, now, don't fight,
delight.
That's right, ladies,
because you all deserve
something mo' better,
mo' blacker, mo' me.
Late at night you
want something hot
and homey.
You're not homey.
So, right now,
I'm offerin' a house call
from the doctor of love.
We gonna start the bidding
at Gs.
$ .
Ladies... it's for the wee ones.
They can't touch themself
no place.
Do I hear Gs?
$ !
$ !
$ !
$ !
$ !
$ !
$ !
That's great.
For the kids.
All right.
Thank you.
I'm so embarrassed.
Oh, stop it.
You made the bid.
He's got you.
That's true.
He's the man.
He's a player.
We're his bitches.
Yo, Yolanda, I just got word
they headed for the club.
Get over there.
Tubby?
What?
On the way, boo.
What is this place?
This is my club.
My hang.
Do you own it?
Damn right.
And I will open up
branches in L.A.,
Atlanta, and Miami.
Plus a hotel and casino
in Vegas.
He's a mogul.
Like your father.
Very nice.
Stop it.
Yo, S!
Ladies, may I present
to you T-Bill, Freekazoid
and Quantrelle.
They all have such funny names.
Kirsten Blatt.
Caitlin Mellowitz.
Lauren Farb.
Hey, baby.
You know,
I did make the winning bid
at the auction for a house call.
So where does it hurt?
I'm not sure.
Does it hurt right there?
-Does that hurt?
-Maybe.
What about right over here?
Ouch.
You must got a fever.
Well, maybe I'll feel better
down on the dance floor.
Stop. You dancing,
gettin' down busy?
I love dance.
Oh, my God,
there was this one piece
in college during
Black History Month,
we learned this dance
celebrating diversity.
Do you want to see it?
Oh, come on!
Okay, we need room.
This some good weed.
This is perfect.
Wait, wait, wait.
Excuse me, D.J.
We're going to explore
multi-cultural harmony
through self-expression.
Hector, cut it.
We're going to reach out.
We're going to celebrate
understanding.
Yo, what's up
with those white chicks?
They gonna go dance
the black experience.
Okay.
We are in Kenya.
Kenya.
Yeah.
Okay.
And I'm an African princess
strolling along the Nile
with my handmaidens.
Our princess is proud.
But lonely.
She fears she will never find
her perfect rainbow soul mate.
We dance the tragic despair
of the unmarried princess.
Oh... Oh...
Oh, Oh.
What was in that weed?
That's what I'm sayin'.
The tribal drummer
feels our pain.
And his ancient rhythms
fill our souls.
To lift our spirits,
we sing our
favorite tribal chant.
Oom-bolly-nana-woka,
Oom-bolly-nana-woka
The words mean,
"Maybe I should
-Oom-bolly-nana-woka
-become a lesbian."
Oom-bolly-nana-woka
Suddenly, one of the handmaidens
breaks away.
She runs across the fields
discovering freedom
and joy,
and her own
personal creativity.
Ooh, aah, aah, aah, ooh.
That one's craziness is catchy,
right there.
Handmaiden...
All right, chill, handmaiden.
Calm down, dear.
The princess... Back...
-Sorry.
-Yeah.
...wonders if she will be
alone forever.
Then late one night
a noble prince arrives
from the village far away.
No, no. Don't push me.
A village called
Harvard Law School.
He is handsome and regal.
Hello, ladies.
Do I know you?
Kenya.
There is a gathering
with music and movement.
Your Highness.
You, too.
Don't talk too much.
Don't eat anything.
Ask about his hobbies.
You will have
many strong children.
When you're ready.
When he's king.
There is fire!
There is heat.
He's a great dancer.
Yo, what?!
Oh, snap, Yolanda's here.
Uh-oh.
You on your own, brah.
Baby, I was just...
Back!
I'm just gonna be right there.
I'm sorry.
I was just dancing.
I was telling...
You have insulted my people.
Your people?
You've insulted Ricky Martin,
Marc Anthony,
Christina Aguilera,
on her father's side...
I'm... I'm sorry.
Yolanda, baby, you look so fine
in your little Peter Pan outfit.
I wouldn't dog you,
you know that.
But does she?
You kicked me.
Stop it!
This is so wrong.
Women do not have to fight
each other over a man!
Not without mud, y'all.
Stop it!
Stop kicking me!
Okay, ladies,
just stop it, okay?
Y'all calm down,
otherwise somebody's blouse
might get pulled open.
I'm warning you
I-I know Tae-Bo.
-Tae-Bo?
-Uh-huh.
I could kill you
while I sculpt and tone
my midsection.
Tae-Bo!
Oh, shit.
-She hit her.
-You have touched me!
-And you've affected my hair!
-Yeah.
Check this out:
six bills on the white chick.
Yeah, I got that.
Yolanda!
Oh, oh, stop! Put that down!
Give me that.
No!
Drop it!
-Marci! -Marci!
-Marci!
Everybody freeze!
White girl, she's got the gun.
Well, it's not mine.
Drop your weapon!
On the floor?
It's filthy.
Do it now!
Okay.
Cuff her.
Cuff me?
My skin's very dry.
So... But it's going to chafe.
Ow.
Ow.
Oh, S, I was so scared.
I was bleeding and bleeding.
I think I need a photographer.
Dateline: depravity.
Last night, out-of-control
heiress Marci Feld
was arrested in an exclusive
uptown nightspot
where she allegedly fired
rounds of live ammunition
into a crowd
of innocent bystanders.
How will this rampage affect
Marci's father, Ben Feld,
who remains hospitalized?
Is Marci now the gangster gal
of notorious rap demon Dr. S?
All across America,
outraged citizens are asking:
"Has Marci gone mad?"
-Marci Feld?
-Yes.
Get movin'.
Somebody posted bail.
Who? I told them, no one
is allowed to call my father.
You'll never guess.
You?
You posted my bail?
How 'bout "thank you"?
"Thank you, Dr. S."
Well, "thank you"?
Yeah, thanks to you,
this happened to me.
Look at my shoe.
And this gown was new,
you know.
Oh, my skin--
I had to give my moisturizer
to this huge transvestite
with a razor blade.
You smell like fuzz.
Oh, thank you...
...for the information.
Oh, my God!
No!
This could ruin everything!
God.
I look beautiful.
Please put the paper down.
I got you covered.
Oh... Ow... Why?
Why did I think I could fix
everything?
Because you're daddy's
spoiled little girl,
that's why.
You know, I spent all night
with these women in that cell.
Hookers and pickpockets,
drug dealers.
I thought I was so superior,
and just now I'm realizing...
they have a skill.
They can take care
of themselves.
I mean, yeah,
they're all criminals, but...
they know who they are.
Who am l? I'm nothing.
Look, you know what you are?
You're a baller.
I am?
A bo'n thug.
Me?
I don't even know
what that is.
You know, when you were dancing
in that club...
you was kind of loose.
Kind of bangin'.
I banged?
You was down.
Ah, how low?
When you was doing
all that Tae-Bo shit
waving that gun around...
Oh, yeah.
That was kind of hot.
-That was some sexy shit.
-Yeah.
You was illin'.
I was da bomb.
You were da shit.
I was the big smelly turd.
Is that one?
Give me this.
Come on, get in the car.
Why?
Because it's a limo.
All right.
-Got some right there.
-Thank you.
Well... don't.
Where are we going?
To my crib.
Mm-hmm.
We can't do this.
Okay. I'll take you home.
Okay.
But first can I ask
you a question?
Mm-hmm.
When black people make love,
is... is it different?
From white folks?
Oh, yeah.
Mm-hmm. How?
It's good.
Oh, no.
Mm, mm, mm, wait.
But first, you have
to tell me one thing.
What is your real name?
Can I trust you?
Yes.
Kelvin. Kelvin Drell.
I like that. It's real.
Wait.
Now you got to
tell me something.
Something you've never
told anyone else.
Like what?
-Your weight.
-No. Oh, no.
No, that-that...
I couldn't do that.
No, that's-that's
too intimate.
No, I'm saving that
for my wedding night.
Trust me.
You'll feel better.
Why should I tell you,
of all people?
Because I don't care.
Oh, Kelvin.
Dr. S's posse is so hot.
It turns out Freekazoid went
to Harvard Business School
with my brother!
T-Ville is going to open
his own restaurant.
-Quantrelle isn't just a lawyer.
-He isn't?
He's a new form of Pilates.
Marci spent
the whole night in jail.
-She did?
-With Martha Stewart.
Okay...
Okay! Oh, that's great.
That's great.
Oh, almost a quarter mile.
I'm exhausted.
Hi, hi! Hi!
The club!
-Yolanda!
-Jail!
How are you?
Well, you know how just forever
I've been going out
with one guy after another
and it's never really
worked out?
Like that gorgeous
investment banker.
-And the senator.
-And Bill Gates.
And you know how
they're all great,
but none of them
ever quite measured up
to this dream I had
of the perfect man?
Someone incredibly successful.
-And incredibly sexy.
-And incredibly strong.
Well, last night, I found him.
He found me.
-Oh, my God!
-This is so beautiful.
Oh, Marce!
There's just one day to go
before the MTV Music Awards,
and the story the world
can't stop talking about
is the rumored romance
between Dr. S and Marci Feld.
What's going on between
the princess and the player?
Is it the real thing?
Mary Hart.
Man, she don't write back.
Nah...
Oh... man!
My brother!
-Dawg!
-Cat!
-S!
-T!
Yo!
Bro!
'Sup? You wanted to see me?
Yeah, I wanted to know,
all those years ago
in the projects,
who found you?
-Huh? -Who?
-Who?
You was living next-door.
You were hungry. You broke in.
But who gave you the beats?
Who taught you to bounce?
Who made the first tape?
Who duped the demo?
-Straight up.
-Who? Who did it?
We did it together,
we started the label,
and you kept getting busted,
and I kept you on board.
But who believed?
What's up? What's going down?
You, my brother-- and I'm
saying that because I love you.
I love you, too, dawg.
And you're whack.
What?
I tried to help you.
I sent Yolanda out
to get your attention.
You passed on by, you passed
on over, you passed on out.
Sure did.
What are you talking about?
Watch.
Today we dealing
with Dr. S,
with a special BET jam
which I'm calling...
"He Real?"
So what do you think of Dr. S?
Is he real?
I don't know, man, he used
to be a bad-ass baller,
but now, what up?
He's supposed
to be with Yolanda.
He ain't down; he ain't real;
he ain't even Dr. S,
not no more.
Man, he Dr. Seuss.
Th-Those are just kids talking.
They're consumers.
-Buy your records!
-Right. Pay the bills!
Dr. S? I used to love him.
When I was doing it
with my last boyfriend,
I would put Dr. S's head on him.
But not now.
I hate him.
I hate him.
Oh, what, did he run out
of black women?
There's none left?
She don't know what's going on.
So with you and that Marci bitch
for the whole last week,
what's really been
going down, dawg?
Yeah, talk to us, S.
We just like spending time
together, having a meal.
Last night we rented DVDs.
So what?
Which ones?
They were kind of fabulous.
I mean, we saw, uh, Sleepless
in Seattle, City of Angels,
You've Got Mail,
stuff like that.
Meg Ryan?!
Shit!
Not-not just Meg Ryan, nah, man.
I mean, we did
some-some hard-core
-inner-city shit, too.
-All right, all right.
Like this one where this chick
teaches these little ghetto kids
how to play violins.
Meryl Streep?!
Damn!
This is like some sci-fi shit.
What?
You're turning into
a Jewish chick.
Mazel tov.
Son, you got to choose:
the bitch or the brothers!
-That's right.
-'Sup?
What's it gonna be?
The MTV Awards
are tomorrow night,
and everyone wants to know.
Dr. S-- will he apologize?
Should he?
To get some answers, we're here
outside the Eastside home
of heiress Marci Feld.
Here she comes right now!
Marci! Marci!
Marci! Marci!
-Hi, Marci.
-Hi.
Marci, what are you planning
to say to Congress next week?
Marci, what are you planning
to testify?
Okay, one at a time, though.
You, yes.
Marci, how's your dad?
Better and better.
Don't you just love him?
-What about Dr. S?
-Who?
-Are you really involved?
-What about Yolanda?
What about Congress?
Okay, I will tell you this.
Everyone should really watch
the MTV Awards tomorrow night,
because you are going to see
a whole new Dr. S.
He's really not about
sex and violence, not anymore.
He's all about love.
Yesterday,
we rented Kate and Leopold.
Global Premiere Video.
I'm a woman of color
Color me blue
Because I fell in love
With an asshole like you
I hate you, bitch Marci
Marci...
Look at you! Who's my daddy?
Well, I really
shouldn't allow this,
but remember, it's
just for tonight,
and after the show,
I want him right back
here in his bed.
Okay.
But the MTV Awards?
Daddy...
Iast week you told me that
you wished you had a son.
I was upset. I was... crazy.
-I never should have said that.
-It's okay.
You were right.
You need someone
that people respect.
Someone real.
Daddy, tonight,
I think you're going
to see that finally,
after all these
years, just maybe...
I can be that person.
Of course you can, baby.
Oh, and there's someone
I want you to meet--
someone who has made
all the difference.
Oh, Daddy,
he is so wonderful.
Who?
Bring your medication.
We're here live
at the MTV Awards,
and the question
on everyone's mind is,
Dr. S-- will he apologize?
Is he over,
or is he just getting started?
Senator Spinkle.
If Dr. S has not completely
changed his so-called music,
tonight will be the end of him
and Ben Feld.
-We will crush them.
-Really, Senator?
But I don't want people to think
I'm some right-wing ogre.
I enjoy contemporary sounds,
and so does my son Chip.
So, Chip,
who are your favorites?
Oh, he loves that Mariah Carey
and Cher and--
what is that group
that you like so much?
Boyz R Us.
Well, thank you, Chip.
Thank you, Senator.
Thank you very much.
This place is packed.
Yeah, isn't it great?
It's really full.
Ow!
-Oh! You okay?
-Excuse me. What happened?
Oh, you look good.
I love this hat.
It's not too much?
No. Not too much.
-Now, ladies and gentlemen,
-Okay.
and MTV viewers worldwide,
it's the moment
we've all been waiting for.
Please welcome,
please give it up for
"Let's Make Some Nasty"
with Dr. S and the NNPP!
Yo, what's up?
Yo, live global interface,
what's up?
People everywhere,
what's going on?
Everybody's waiting.
Everybody's wondering,
what's he gonna say?
There's been a lot
of controversy
surrounding my music,
my mind, my action.
Folks been saying stuff like,
"ls he righteous? Is he real?"
So I decided to make
a statement.
This ain't about Congress.
Ain't about Ben Feld.
It's about a very special lady.
This lady got it going on.
I mean, she make a plan,
and she makes it happen.
She's something else.
This-this is a whole
other level of lady...
and she's really made
an impression on me.
Because this lady likes
to play doctor.
Baby, I'm thinking of you.
Want to show you
how much I love you.
I'm so into you,
a little kiss won't do,
so you gotta let me
love you, baby,
through and through.
So sweet.
I already touched your face...
Isn't he something?
Oh.
This is the guy.
Oh, honey.
...you're the one for me.
Let me tell you
where my love should be.
In the butt, in the butt,
let me love you in the butt
In the butt...
Take it, take it,
take it, take it
Take it, take it,
in the butt
Down she goes!
Who's the boss?
You the man! You the man!
...where the sun don't shine
Take it, take it,
take it, take it
Take it, take it,
in the butt
Daddy.
Okay, go.
Take it, take it,
take it, take it
Take it, take it,
in the butt
Take it, take it,
take it, take it
Take it, take it,
in the butt!
I love it.
For the past hours,
Feldco has once again
been making headlines
all over the world.
The troubled corporation
is now near complete bankruptcy
and Ben Feld
remains hospitalized.
I'm speaking
with concerned parents.
Flush Ben Feld!
Flush Ben Feld!
"ln the Butt"-- your reaction?
That man is the devil!
Please join me in wearing
this brown ribbon of protest
when the hearings
begin tomorrow.
Let us send our message
to Dr. S
and the Feld family
filth machine!
Stop the music!
Wipe it clean!
Excuse me, ma'am?
No. Stop.
I'm no one.
I'm just visiting.
I'm not camera-ready.
I'm not camera...
Okay.
Oh, bye-bye.
Bye.
Marce?
Sweetie.
Marce, it's Kirsten.
It's time for some sunshine.
And some Prozac.
Look, honey. Look.
And I just had to come over...
just to tell you...
Everyone hates you.
I know.
Knock-knock.
The butler let me in.
Oh, it's awful.
It's shocking.
How can you bear it?
All those people.
What about the pickets
and the reporters?
Are they still out there?
All the networks.
Plus CNN.
And Stone Phillips.
Oh, he's cute.
He called you a whore.
So how's your father?
Well, the doctor said
it was just stress,
not another heart attack,
but you never know.
Oh, Marce,
first you lose your mom.
And now you kill your dad.
Is she all right?
No.
No, I haven't bathed,
I haven't slept.
Have you eaten anything?
I can't. I'm too upset.
-Oh, good!
-Oh, good girl!
That's a good thing.
So, what about that Dr. S.?
How could he do this?
How could he sing that song?
Marce,
did you ever let Dr. S...?
Never.
What about you and T-Bill?
In his dreams.
What about you and Freekazoid?
Not in this lifetime.
What about you
and Quantrelle?
It was his birthday.
Here...
The committee is now in session.
Please be seated.
Will you please
state your names?
Marci Michelle
Jennifer Rebecca Feld.
No.
Yes.
Dr. S.
And the "S" is for?
Snatchcatcher.
And is that your given
legal name?
No.
And that would be?
Horndog Tittyman
Pussyhound Snatchcatcher.
I see.
And this is precisely
why this committee
must take aggressive action
against Feldco
and its hip-hop criminals,
especially as a result
of this week's
MTV Awards program.
Because on that night,
Dr. S told the entire world
that America
is the land of the foul
and the home of the butt.
Isn't that the case?
No. Senator Spinkle,
members of the committee
and everyone, no.
No, what happened that night...
This whole mess...
would...
Please just don't,
don't blame my father, okay?
Just don't... and don't even,
don't even blame this person.
If you want to blame someone,
blame me.
You?
Yes, I put myself in charge
of this whole situation, and...
I just, of course,
made things so much worse,
because I thought
that I could just
save my father
and Felony Assault
and the whole world.
I don't know.
I just thought that I was
so right and so real
and, and just this morning,
I put on five pounds
from the vending machines
in the lobby.
I...
Uh... Uh... Senator Spinky...
Spinkle.
Yeah.
This whole deal-- with you
and with these hearings
and with my song
has been one big,
complete misunderstanding.
What?
A misunderstanding?
Oh, really?
I'm sorry, but I believe
that your message
has been,
in fact, far too clear.
No.
Just like the history
of the proud black people,
once again,
we've been misunderstood.
We've been accused
and oppressed.
Ain't that right?
What are you talking about?
So l...
Miss Feld and l...
are gonna educate y'all.
We are?
Oh, please do.
As African-Americans, we
got us a proud oral tradition.
That's right, mama.
Proud.
We've even got our own language.
Ain't that right?
I said, ain't that right?
Yes. Yo!
See, and this is a language
that white folks
just ain't, like, down with.
They don't get it. Ya dig?
No, they don't. They don't.
Uh, as in, for example,
maybe, when "bad" means "good."
Or "illin'."
It means "happening."
Who knew?
And like "phat."
That's a black word,
but in white English,
it would probably mean...
"Just swell."
You phat.
Thank you, motherfucker.
Which means
"my dear friend."
-Right on.
-Peachy.
See, we can connect.
Can I get an "amen"?
Brothers and sisters?
Amen.
Hallelujah.
So, like the joint
I was dropping
at the awards show,
I say, "Let me love you
in the butt."
That's all.
You see what I'm saying?
No! We do not know
what you're saying.
Just hear him out.
Don't be crack.
-Whack.
-Whack.
See...
in the hood, "in the butt"--
that don't mean
like no sex thing.
Huh?
No, no. Please.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Hell, no.
No, it means, it means,
I would imagine
something entirely
and completely different...
...in the... in the...
in the rich, vivid
dialect of
a disenfranchised people,
a people we once enslaved.
You know,
my mama was a slave?
At Wendy's.
So, Dr. S, we're all
eager to hear, then,
in that...
poetic, triumphant
language, just what does
the phrase mean?
It means, "Let me
love you with respect."
"Let me love you
in a very special way."
"Let me love you
forever."
It's really so beautiful.
Know what I'm saying?
You dig?
No, I don't dig.
Two days ago,
controversial rap star Dr. S
told a Congressional committee
that in his song, "ln the Butt,"
the title phrase actually means,
"with love and respect."
Is this just a desperate ploy
to save his career
and the future
of Feldco lndustries?
Or has the slang remark
actually begun to take hold?
Is Dr. S becoming
the new American hero?
All across America, the cultural
crossfire has begun.
We are gonna hang him high!
A national survey shows
strong youth support for Dr. S.
Please. These polls are pure
media distortion.
I am here to protect
and defend the American people,
not to listen to them.
Dr. S, you are doomed.
You heard her:
We're doomed. Finished.
Senator Spinkle
is so powerful, so determined.
But "ln the Butt" is
going triple platinum.
I bought five copies as gifts.
Plus, we're making
all this money.
It's the biggest selling single
in the history of the label.
Celine Dion wants
to do a remix-- as a duet.
But this, this isn't
about money anymore.
Right? Isn't it, isn't it
about freedom of speech?
Yes.
-Yes. -Yes.
-You're right.
Oh, for sure.
You're going to have
to take the single
and the CD off the shelves.
That's what Senator
Spinkle is demanding.
You now what she needs.
Botox.
Everywhere.
But that isn't going
to change her mind.
What else can we do?
You know,
the ladies are right.
We are?
What are you thinking?
No. We can't.
It'll be wrong,
it would be low.
It would be the title
of my next CD.
Which is?
Play dirty.
I've got it!
For your mama.
Who was that?
It's after midnight.
Delivery.
Mom, are you still working?
Sweetheart, the hearings
end tomorrow.
I have to prepare my decision.
It's from Dr. S.
The note says
he made it just for you.
Oh, please. Put that down.
And wash your hands.
But, Mom, everyone loves Dr. S.
That's not true.
There are millions more
just like me.
It's called Utah.
Will you at least
listen to it... for me?
Yes.
Now, go to bed.
And no Boyz R Us.
Senator Spinkle,
I know that we've had
our differences,
but I've been thinking
about me... and you
and I know you're up
for re-election.
so maybe there's
something I can do...
Oh, well, I promised Chip.
Vote for Spinkle,
vote for Spinkle
Yeah, you heard that right
Vote for Spinkle,
vote for Spinkle
I seen the light
Vote for Spinkle,
vote for Spinkle
-Oh...
-That's what I'd do
Oh, my God.
Vote for Spinkle, yeah...
I am a United States senator.
Mary Ellen
That's what I'm sellin'
That's what I'm yellin'
Soon you'll be jellin'
Come on, Senator Spinky
You're on the brinky
Don't need no shrinky
You make me kinky
Uh-uh-uh, don't you touch it
Vote for Spinkle,
vote for Spinkle
'Cause she's the one
Vote for Spinkle,
vote for Spinkle
And keep your gun
Vote for Spinkle,
vote for Spinkle
-Oh...
-'Cause she's pro-life
Vote for Spinkle,
vote for Spinkle
But don't tell your wife
Hey
Thank you
Th-Th-Th-Thank you
Twinkle, twinkle,
little Spinkle
You're in the pink
So just unwrinkle
Come on, you're the one
Yeah, you make me hum
So watch out, White House
'Cause here she comes!
Vote for Spinkle
Vote for Spinkle,
that's one fine bitch
-Vote for Spinkle
-lf you vote for Spinkle, huh
She'll help the rich
Vote for Spinkle,
vote for the Spinkle
My sister
-Wow!
My brother
Just vote for Spinkle
'Cause she's a mutha!
So, you have requested
a private meeting...
before I announce my findings.
And I assume that
you are hoping for,
that you've come begging
for some sort of plea bargain.
-She's psychic.
-Oh, she knows.
Well, I'm sorry,
but it is far too late for
apologies or special favors.
Dr. S, it is time
to take your medicine.
I know.
My music can infect anyone.
Can you imagine the damage one
of my beats could perpetrate
if it got into the wrong booty?
Oh, what would happen
to the country...
our families, these hearings?
If even a senator
wasn't safe...
Who are you talking about,
Mrs. Clinton?
I mean what if
the American people,
on every network, in prime time,
was exposed to a Spinkle
shaking her thing
to a Dr. S song?
But that's impossible.
That's entertainment.
Where did you get that?
Chip!
You were taping me?
You're just like your father.
It's for your own good.
I love you, Mom.
In the butt.
After deep and sincere
deliberations,
the committee and I have
come to a decision
regarding Mr. Feld,
Dr. S and his music,
and we have determined
that not only
is this CD not harmful
in any way, it is, in fact...
the most important
cultural document since the
Declaration of lndependence.
And it is every American's duty
to purchase
as many copies as possible.
And do not download
or borrow or burn.
Buy.
Miss Feld.
Thank you.
I would just like to say
how proud and grateful I am--
we all are-- as citizens.
And I know that my father
and Dr. S
join me in saluting
this decision
in the name of justice,
freedom and the American
way of life.
In fact...
...these two men,
these selfless,
unbelievably generous,
all-American citizens
have also decided
to donate %
of their profits
from this recording
to the United Negro
College Fund.
How about that!
Isn't that something?
Good for you!
Huh?
Good for you!
And on this occasion,
President Bush himself has asked
that Dr. S address the nation.
Yes.
Who?! The president?!
I want to talk about being real.
Because whatever you do
and whoever you are,
you've got to be real.
The problem is who decides
who's real and not.
Mm-hmm.
And I say there's
only one way to find out.
What?
And remember you are both
still under oath.
All right, she's real.
There was a time I had no drive
I breathed,
but barely was alive
But fate changed
what my life's about
Whoever thought
that I would shout
I've got a job,
it's like a dream!
High fashion
gives me self-esteem
So shop hip-hop, it all connects
I call my label Marci X
I'm real, I'm down,
I'm total sex
I made parole in Marci X
Once they called her
Stinky Spinkle
But in this look,
she starts to twinkle
I'm real, I'm down,
so clear the decks
I'm downright on in Marci X
Hey, Marce, hey, Marce
We're glad, we're glad
'Cause we love
your collection
It's bad
I never judge,
I don't condemn
He's oh-so-butch!
He's kind of femme
We just had sex with Eminem
Yo Marce, yo Marce!
My father
now is feeling great
I dressed him
for a special date
I'm down, I'm real,
but hold the phone
You've got the Doc,
but I'm alone
I've made a match,
I think they meld
Meet my new stepmom,
Yolanda Feld
I'm a woman of color,
I make him twitch
Te amo, Ben,
so color me rich
I fly by my couture du jour
It's de rigueur
for him and her
It fades, it balls,
it's total sex
You'll catch your match
In Marci X
Who's real, who's bad,
who's hittin' da butt?
Who says, "Now stop it"
Then shut up!
Who's real, who's bad,
who is da bomb?
Email us at Ho-dot.com
I must confess, she was a mess
Not more, just less,
since she met the S
The doctor shocked her,
the doctor mocked her
The doctor rocked her,
then he wed-locked her
Who's real, who's down,
check out the dress
Don't hide the bride,
it's Marci X
Who's real, who's down,
who's total sex?
Just say the name:
It's Marci X
Who's down, who's dope,
who's total sex?
Just say the name,
it's Marci X.
Come, come, come,
come on!
Who's real, who's down,
who's total sex?
Just say the name:
It's Marci X
Don't mess with my music.