Phone rings. Foxy - Hello? Phone goes dead. Phone rings again. Foxy - Hello? Girl - (whispering) b**h Foxy - Ey yo, who is this? Girl - Yo, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone Foxy - What? Girl - b**h, you heard me, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother! Foxy - Y'all groupies, what do y'all do? Y'all just get together and plot sh*t like this at 4:00am in the morning? Girl - Yo, you f*ck on it cuz your a f*ckin' rapper, b**h, put my f*ckin' Baby Father on the phone! Foxy - Look, its 4:00am in the morning, why don't you just go wash your bu*t or something Girl - What?! b**h wait'll I see you crawl up yo b**h a**, ima whoop dat a**, you mink wearin' b**h, so what you'd rather see a 600 when you know i'll take up all yo ice! Foxy - You sound like a lil' a** girl. Look b**h, we don't know your bum a** and a n***a aint claiming nothin that i have. nice try, b**h. Hangs up.