(phone rings) Boyfriend: Pick it up, pick it up Eve: Relax, dawg. (Hello?, Hello?) Boyfriend: Pick it up, you donæ° be picking up the phone when Iæ¦ around lately when Iæ¦ around all the time lately and all that shit, man. Shit going to your head and all that- donæ° forget where the f**k you came from. Eve: Yeah, nigga and not from you, relax. Boyfriend: You know what? Eve: (sighs)What? Boyfriend: e gonna have to talk about this later? Eve: (Whispers) He on his period, yo. ( Huh, nah, Iæ¦a hit you back, Iæ¦a hit you back, Iæ¦a hit you right back. Aight, yeah ) Boyfriend: What you say, what you say, what you say? Who that you talking all crazy on the phone to- who was that? Eve: Oh my god! Why is you trippin? Damn we go through this every f**king night! Boyfriend: What do you mean æºvery nightyou donæ° pick up the phone sometimes, you hiding and shit. Who was that on the phone? Eve: Dawg, Iæ¦ a busy woman! Boyfriend: You æ³ busy ever since you can back from California you all Hollywood and shit, Diva shit and all that. Every time I gotta go through all of this with you! You ainæ° been acting like that! Eve: Nigga is you for real? No thatæ¯ you! You acting like a girl, dawg. Why is you acting like a broad? Boyfriend: Hold on, hold onå"irst of all, watch your mouth. Eve: What? Boyfriend: Talking all crazy and everything like Iæ¦ actingnigga give you a little extra attention, you start acting like a nigga stressing you and all that too much. Eve: You know what? Keep your attention, dawg...please! I get enough attention. Boyfriend: Oh, keep my attention? See all that shit Eve: Yeah! And in a matter of fact- Roll out! Boyfriend: Roll out? Eve: Yeah! Boyfriend: Well, f**k itå¢æ¦ rolling then!