Text: Remy Ma. Conceited Telephone Skit.

Voice Mail Greeting:
KID:
all u niggaz, callin' here for my mommy, say all for shit! Like that daddy?

(First Unheard Message:)

Guy:
now u don't answer the phone, fuckin bitch. that's why i fucked the shit outta you u fuckin bitch! i hope all them terror squad niggaz is runnin thru u u fuckin bitch! and i'ma call the radio station about how i fucked the shit outta u and i had my dick in ur mouth u bitch! i fuckin hate chu u fuckin dirrty bitch. fuckin black ass pussy, i ain't callin u neva again! next time i see u i'ma put my dick right in ur mouth u bitch!

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(Guy:)
yooo! call me back yo! i was just playin yo! call me back yo just, nah mean? i wanna talk to you for a minute. k? alright

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(Girl:)
hello remy? u dont' know me but i'm just aware of the fact that you're the bitch that's fuckin my man. and when his phone be ringing over and over again, early in the morning, that would be me. he lives with me. he loves me. i'm not going no where. we have 33 kids together. u know i'm sayin, i like your music too, he's just alil star struck right now. if you're a real bitch like u say u are then fall back! and tell him when he get home, i'm fuckin him up!

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(Girl:)
yo rem, itz me! whoever u with, ditch that nigga! i'm with two niggaz right now and they ready to do EVERYTHING son! EVERYTHING! yo, one nigga talkin bout, there's sum um bout remy... check this out, when u get this messege, bring the dutches wit chu when u come, and son, this time, DO NOT FORGET THE CAM CORDER!

(Thanks to shakeena for these lyrics)