Drunk Girl: “Don’t trip. I’ll beat your ass right now, in
front of everybody.”
Tiffany: “Come on. Come, beat my ass, bitch!”
At mrst, people were laughing, ’cause they thought I was
just playing. ͳen I pulled my hair oĉ. I took my shoes oĉ, I
took my earrings oĉ. I balled up my mst, all furious, and I
started praying into the microphone:
Tiffany: “Heavenly Father, give me the strength and
the power to beat this girl down to the ground, and
teach her she ain’t never supposed to be this
disrespectful to anybody, because I give zero fucks,
Lord. Just give me the power to whip her ass. All
these things, I ask in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.”
I guess it was the way I said it, because people stopped
laughing.
By the time she got close to the stage, security had
grabbed her. ͳen two big Samoan chicks, who used to
come every single week, came down right behind her. And
then, these other two black girls that came all the time, they
started whaling on her. Security had to drag that girl out, to
stop her from getting killed. I was yelling from the stage:
Tiffany: “Bitch, getting your ass beat before you even
get to the stage. We beating yo ass right now!!”