“And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga, | You only get half a bar: fuck y'all niggaz.”

“Keep what you've got till you get what you need, y'all. You gotta give a lot just to get what you need sometimes, y'all.”

“Fuck you,” Tinsley shot back, but it was one of those friendly fuck-yous that you can only say to people you love.”

“Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game all right – I’ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about it?”

“I get a good shot in maybe I'll know some fuckin' sense into you. Then maybe you'll be thinkin' of Ava when you fuck her, not some other man's piece you can't have.”

“Problem with the big philosophers is they cared about ideas more than people. Hegel would probably have stepped over a guy trying to slit his wrists outside a bar — to get to all the people he could sit and bullshit with inside. Did you know half of philosophy was first put into words by people shot in the ass?”