the phone call: *phone rings* 
Icepick: Pick up the phone *phone rings again while:* 
Icepick: Motherfucker, goddamn! *
Swizz picks up* 
Swizz: Who the fuck is this? *sighs, filling* 
Icepick: What's up, nigga? *line sound* 
Swizz: Kid, bitch ass nigga *
Icepick and 
Swizz talking tiredly* 
Icepick: What's up nigga? 
I've seen some 
Ruff Ryder nigga, i never seen 
Ruff Ryder nigga fuckin with the 
West Coast like that, man. 
It's the real shit 
I've heard they connected to... *
Swizz talks drugly* 
Icepick: I got this 
SP with Tha 
Eastsidaz, nigga 
Swizz: True? 
Icepick: Styles 
P, Styles 
P, nigga, from 
The LOX, Ruff 
Ryder nigga, the hard nigga, the hard nigga, yeah 
Swizz: You wild out, boy 
Icepick: Yeah, that nigga, that nigga, be here and got a joint, i told you motherfucker... *
Icepick and 
Swizz talking tiredly and drugly* the phone call ends: 
Dee: Yeah, volume 3 motherfuckers, locked and load *gun cocking* 
Dee: Take this for a motherfuckin ryde, bitch! *gunshots* *gunshots rimbombation* *water falls over*