But can you believe what we just witnessed?
Like, we just saw her. The greatest performance ever.
And anytime she performs, it's the greatest ever.
Like, are you kidding me? Ni'Jah does not come to play.
- [Dre] So amazing. - It was.
And then when she did "Follow Your Tears"
with just the piano, like, did you hear her voice live?
- Yes. - Nobody else can sing like that.
I still have goose bumps all over.
[Dre] When she did the dance from the "Paris" video...
Oh, my God. Ni'Jah is the greatest woman...
No, no, no, no, no. Ni'Jah is a queen.
Ni'Jah is a god. Ni'Jah is our sister.
- Yeah. - Ni'Jah is our sister from another planet,
from another world,
and we love her because she's perfect. Okay?
And she's the greatest. And I'm sorry,
please forgive me for saying this,
but those other bitches can't sing like her.
They can't dance like her. They can't breathe
while doing it at the same time.
And if I see another one of them
with another leotard and kneepads,
I'm-a shoot one of these hos, I promise you that.
[Dre] Yeah, yeah.
- Fuck these haters, okay? - Yeah.
Ni'Jah's our queen,
and we gotta protect her at all costs.
[pops lips]
- Oh, wait, okay... - [car alarm chirps]
[vehicle approaching]
[clunk, engine turns off]
- [beeping] - [door opens]
[door closes]
- [keypad beeping] - [panel chimes]
[loud thud]
Hello?
[dogs barking in distance]
[birds chirping]
[cries out]
[grunts]
[Dre] Who's your favorite artist?
[Daython] What?
[Dre] Who is your favorite artist?
I don't know.
Lil Gibble.
[Dre] Huh?
[Daython] L-Lil Gibble.
How many Grammys does Lil Gibble have?
I don't know. I don't know.
None. Ni'Jah has 26.
Do you think Lil Gibble is better than Ni'Jah?
[sobbing] Please, I don't know.
He is not.
He is a pedophile who uses the same melody
for every song.
He couldn't write a hit song
without a feature to save his life.
He is nothing.
But Ni'Jah, she's everything.
But you think you're too good for Ni'Jah.
No, I don't. Please, I don't.
Then why did you say she couldn't keep her man happy?
[Dre] I-I didn't say that. I-I didn't.
But you did.
And I got the receipts.
Nigga, Twitter?!
♪ ♪
♪ Mm ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ How much does it cost, boy?
♪ You wish it was a million ♪
♪ Tig old bitties, bite-size, wishing you could feel 'em ♪
♪ Avant-garde coochie ♪
♪ You've been used to the civilians ♪
♪ Eat the peach right ♪
♪ We ain't shopping at Pavilions ♪
♪ Uh, I'm in Turks and Caicos ♪
♪ I've been working on my tan ♪
♪ He been sending texts, he say he love me like a fan ♪
♪ Boy, don't catch that flight ♪
♪ I'll do what you do with my hands ♪
♪ Told 'em I don't want 'em, I just ride 'em 'cause I can ♪
♪ That old bitch don't look better than me ♪
♪ That old bitch don't look better than that ♪
[shower running]
[light switch clicks]
[bags rustling]
[phone tone plays]
[tone plays]
♪ ♪
[tweet notifications sounding]
[tweet notifications continue]
♪ ♪
♪ Hee, hee ♪
♪ Blood on the nightstand ♪
♪ Weed all in my diaphragm ♪
♪ Police will call it crisis...
[Alice] I have some news to bring you, Ni'Jah.
Some of your fans are white.
That's right.
There are little white girls all around this country
who want to be just like you.
And you can recognize them and thank them for buying
- your subpar music... - [tweet notification]
but you would rather spend your time
spreading hate and racism.
My heart honestly breaks for anyone who looks up to you.
I pray God helps them.
[urinating]
[urination continues]
♪ Ba-da-da-da ♪
♪ Uh ♪
♪ He want that sloppy on a jet ♪
♪ I'm trying to ball on a nigga like my name Durant ♪
♪ What that cash like? ♪
♪ What that rack like? ♪
♪ Want this ass, right? ♪
[Marissa] Can't breathe while doing it
at the same time, and if see another one of them
with another leotard and kneepads,
I'm-a shoot one of these hos.
Fuck these haters, okay?
Ni'Jah's our queen,
and we got to protect her at all costs.
[pops lips] Oh, wait. Okay.
Dre, don't look at me like that.
We're gonna find the car, okay?
[tweet notification sounds]
[front door opens]
♪ ♪
[horn toots]
[engine starts]
[indistinct chatter]
- [soft rock plays] - [scanner beeps]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey. Welcome back, Alice.
[phone ringing]
Efflux Hollywood.
Hello?
Hel... Hi!
You can't just walk in. You have to be a member.
- I left my pass at home. - Yeah.
We're app only. We don't do passes.
If you want to book a membership, I'm happy to help.
Oh, my God. Jasmine?
It's Danny!
Nicky's friend from drag brunch?
[gasps]
- Hey. - Oh, my God, hi!
I thought you moved to Miami.
- I'm back for a while. - [gasps]
[gasps] How's Nicky?
Oh, girl, he's a mess. What else is new?
She's a member here?
Obviously.
Is this woman being racist?
- [beeps] - She's with me.
You know, I'm the reason why Chrissy and John joined.
Thank you!
You still braid hair and do the crystal healing, right?
I wanted to talk to you about that.
The crystals, not the braids.
But actually... maybe both?
[gasps]
Now that you're back in town, I'm booking you ASAP.
What are your avails?
[woman] All right, great class, girls.
Wait. Are you taking the next class?
If you are, don't.
Trisha is kind of a cunt and does, like, no ab work.
- You're kidding. - Girl, I am not.
[phone ringing]
Have you taken Kellen's class?
Who's Kellen?
Probably doesn't work here anymore.
He was always drama.
Hmm. Sounds fun.
Seriously, how are you even allowed
to call it a sculpt class with no ab work?
I cannot believe I pay for this, right?
- Right. - [laughs]
- I'll meet you back out here, okay? - Okay.
[Alice] I don't burn as much fat
when I don't know have my crystals with me.
Oh, my God. Okay. I'm coming back right now.
♪ ♪
Okay, bye.
Love you.
[Alice gasps softly]
♪ ♪
Who's your favorite artist?
[elevator bell dings]
[soft rock playing]
[phone tone plays]
♪ ♪
[elevator bell dings]
[weight thuds loudly]
[birds chirping]
♪ ♪
[panel beeps]
♪ ♪
[groaning]
[gasps]
Aah! Who's there?
- [groans] - What the hell you doing in my house?
- I'm gonna call the police. - No, no.
Don't call the police. He'll find me.
[skunk chittering]
- Let me get this for you. - [Dre] Thank you.
Oh, look at your cute little kneecaps.
- Hmm? - You live in the building?
The next-door apartments.
I hate you're going through this.
I've lived in this apartment for a while now.
I hear couples fight all the time.
I literally heard my neighbor
bang his wife's head into the wall.
He went to jail for three days.
And they had a baby and moved out.
You sure there's nobody I can call for you?
Just don't know what to do.
You hungry?
A little.
I can make you something.
Haven't had company in a while,
but I'm pretty sure I can make you something.
You work a lot of concerts?
Yeah, I do.
I like the road.
It's like being on a pirate ship.
What you working on now?
It's Caché. It's cool, but,
you know, I'm glad it's ending tomorrow.
- You a fan? - [clicks tongue]
I'm a big fan.
What? What's your favorite song?
The... drug one?
[plate clinking]
[microwave beeps]
♪ ♪
[singer vocalizing]
[microwave beeps]
[microwave opens]
- [skunk chitters] - [gasps loudly] - Penelope!
Oh, don't worry about her. She won't spray you.
Why not just get a cat or something?
I think they're beautiful, especially mine.
She fine as fuck.
I got, uh, avocado and olives, if you want.
Juicy, huh?
You put...
Wait. You not hungry?
I have my own food.
Oh, word? Bust it out then. Shit.
[Penelope chitters]
You want, uh... you want some water to go with that?
Do you have juice or soda?
Uh, nope. Only got Topo Chico.
I'm sorry. I'm kind of healthy.
I used to be obese. 380 pounds.
The girl I used to see, she was also overweight,
and she died of a heart attack.
Since then, I had to be on it.
I work out twice a day, fast for 16 out of 24 hours.
I don't drink, only eat this, oatmeal, salad.
On the weekend, I have a smoothie. No gluten.
All my donuts and snacks I just had to give away.
Can't keep 'em in the house 'cause it makes me weak.
[Dre sighs]
You ever deal with addiction?
Yeah.
But...
it never really goes away.
Tell me about it.
Sometimes...
it's good to give in.
[man on TV] Passion.
It's passion that calls a man out into the woods
on a cold fall morning.
Into nature, where there are no cell phones.
No coffee shops.
And no traffic.
It's there you see what's real.
From the frost of your breath,
the sounds of your footsteps in the brush,
far from everyday conveniences.
You need to be able to trust your tools,
as well as your instincts. You need both.
[continues indistinctly]
[bag rustling]
[sighs]
[man on TV] Passion for fishing.
A passion for hunting.
A passion for what is real, what is true.
A passion for quality.
[gasps]
[man on TV] At S-Wing, we have a passion
for making the finest American-made...
You can eat 'em. Eat 'em.
[man on TV] For over 19 years, we've been making tools
for the outdoorsman.
You can see that passion in each tool...
[bag rustling]
Mmm.
Come here.
[man on TV] They are the essential gear
for every outdoorsman.
Our passion for quality...
[chips crunching loudly]
[man on TV] With its hand-sharpened edges...
[chips crunching loudly]
...make it the perfect tool for hunters.
This axe will become every hunter's favorite tool.
From cutting and maintaining treestand clearance,
to field-dressing large game...
♪ ♪
[crunches loudly]
[George moaning]
♪ ♪
- [Dre laughs] - [George moans]
[both moaning]
- [George vomiting] - [water splashing]
[George groans]
[George retches]
[sighs]
[toilet flushes]
[George sighs]
Shit.
How you doing?
Fine.
You?
Just can't let that happen again, okay?
What are you gonna do today?
Going to the gym until the show.
Want to come to the show?
Yeah, I can show you around, you can see what I do.
Yeah. Yeah, that-that'd be cool.
Yeah, that'd be real cool.
- [crowd cheering] - [hip-hop music playing]
♪ But I plan to stay the same ♪
♪ It's just who I am...
[continues indistinctly]
Let you notice it without noticing it.
You know what I'm saying?
See, the lighting was this thing that was invented by...
- My man! - Hey! What's up, Andy?
Hey, man. How you living, bro?
- How you doing, man? You good? - Yeah, yeah.
Good to see... Oh, let me introduce you to somebody.
This is Shanice.
Nice to meet you.
[laughs] Yeah.
Uh, last show of the tour.
- Wow. - Exciting.
Are you a Caché fan?
He's my favorite.
Yeah, man. Tell Frank thank you
for letting me borrow that temporary badge.
I couldn't find mine.
Great show. You heading to the after-party?
Nah, man. I think I'm just gonna head home.
It's the last show. You should definitely celebrate.
Yeah, your girl's got the right idea.
We're gonna go to the after-party.
I don't know, man.
Those after-parties are always kind of weird, you know that.
Bunch of celebrities standing around.
We need to go.
- What if we just...? - No.
[Andy clears throat]
Okay. Uh...
- All right, good to see you, man. - Yeah. Yeah, man.
- We'll catch you. - Hit you up later.
- All right. - Yeah.
Can I ask you something?
[gasps] It's Ni'Jah's sister.
♪ That old bitch don't look...
[music distorting, slowing]
Huh?
I'm not trying to take advantage of your state.
But at the same time, I'm feeling like, you know,
like we're kind of vibin'.
Come with me.
Ooh... [grunts]
Yo! What you doing?
- [knocking] - Let me out of here.
- [door rattles] - What you... Where you going?
Yo, Shanice! Let me out!
[muffled] What about Penelope?!
[muffled shouting continues]
- [loud whirring] - [sighs]
[takes deep breath]
[quietly] Oh, shit.
[muffled hip-hop music playing]
[panting]
[music grows louder]
[cork pops]
[loud, overlapping chatter]
- Yo. - Sorry.
Hey, uh, do I know you?
You look really familiar.
[man laughs]
I'm-I'm Jesse.
I-I'm an actor on Grey's Anatomy.
Have you seen it?
No?
[continues indistinctly]
[subwoofer bass booming]
[chatter continues]
[Jesse] Hey, where you going?
I also came up with the term "Black Girl Magic."
[music continues loudly]
[shudders]
[gasps softly]
♪ ♪
[Dre gasps]
- [exhale echoes] - [music and chatter fade]
♪ ♪
[singer vocalizing]
[breathing echoing]
[singer vocalizing]
♪ ♪
[vocalizing continues]
♪ ♪
Mmm.
[vocalizing continues]
♪ ♪
[munching]
♪ ♪
[gasps softly]
[loud, overlapping chatter and music resume]
Girl, did you just bite Ni'Jah?
[woman] Why nobody protecting Ni'Jah?!
[man] That bitch on some vampire shit, homie.
[man 2] Excuse you.
- [clamoring] - [woman] Call security on her!
Not Ni'Jah!
[crickets chirping]
[distant, overlapping chatter]
- [man] She crazy, man! - [Dre whimpers]
You know who that was?
The chick from Love Basketball.
Oh.
[distant horns honking]
[distant traffic passing]
[distant indistinct chatter]
[distant laughter]
[distant traffic passing]