MC Eiht credited as playing...
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson
- [near the end of a huge police chase]
- Big Smoke: Oh shit! Roadblock up ahead!
- Carl Johnson: The K's jammed!
- Big Smoke: Fuck it, I'm goin' through!
- Sweet Johnson: CJ, we got the ghetto bird up ahead!
- Aerial Police (Cop 1): This is the LSPD, do not... hey, what the fuck! TOO LOW! YOU'LL KILL US ALL!
- Sweet Johnson: Back up Smoke, BACK UP!
- Big Smoke: Hell no, I'm going through!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Oh man, we gonna die!
- [the helicopter skims over the car, shredding the motorcycle cop on the hood of the car]
- Carl Johnson: OH SHIT!
- [Smoke proceeds]
- Sweet Johnson: Slow down Smoke, SLOW DOWN!
- Big Smoke: Oh shit, the brakes is out!
- [Everyone bails out at the last second as the car smashes through a billboard, and crashes on a rig on the freeway below]
- Big Smoke: [looking at the carnage on the freeway from the smashed billboard] Shit! That's gonna be a hell of a story to tell when we passin' the blunt!
- Sweet Johnson: Now THAT was some some serious shit! Whoo!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Fuck this, we gotta get outta here.
- Sweet Johnson: Ryder's right. Everyone split up, and we'll meet up later.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Say, CJ, you gonna crash the car again?
- Carl Johnson: Fuck you, Ryda'.
- Sweet Johnson: Ryda', give CJ a break, man. He's practically turned the Grove around by himself.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Man, I was just tellin' a joke on the lil' nigga.
- Carl Johnson: Everythang you do is a joke, Ryder.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: That ain't true!
- Big Smoke: Ryda'... just chill the fuck out, man!
- Sweet Johnson: Remember, we're reuniting the families, so no bullshit. Stay cool.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: You know me, Sweet, cool as a Shaolin monk!
- Sweet Johnson: Especially you, Ryda.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: What you mean? I resent your implication, and shit.
- [CJ and Ryder enter the Crack Den]
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Good afternoon, Balla dope pushers! Grove Street OG's come to do damage!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Jeah, and get yourself some colors, fool.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: And a haircut, it's embarrassing to be seen with you!
- [Big Smoke, Sweet and Ryder are in Sweet's house]
- Big Smoke: [to Sweet] Hey, you gotta keep it real, man.
- Sweet Johnson: Man, nobody give a shit about the 'hood.
- Big Smoke: I do!
- Sweet Johnson: All they do is sell yay and ruin the place. No crack ever made a gang tight.
- Big Smoke: I don't know, man.
- [CJ enters]
- Carl Johnson: Whassup, ya'll?
- Sweet Johnson: Whassup, CJ?
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: What's cracking?
- Sweet Johnson: Man, all they care about is smoking and money.
- Big Smoke: You can't knock a homie's hustle, Sweet.
- Sweet Johnson: Them marks ain't soldiers. They're idiots trying to be business men.
- Big Smoke: Yeah, but they're down with us, man.
- Sweet Johnson: All they down with is money. CJ - go down there and show these fools you mean business. these chumps from the Ballas are sweating the homies. Go put pressure on them. Just do it.
- Carl Johnson: We been putting time in the 'hood, but we gotta get the homies back together, like the old days.
- Sweet Johnson: Yeah, you right! So you and Ryder go handle your business!
- [to Big Smoke]
- Sweet Johnson: Man, they'd slang to their own Momma. They don't care about nothing.
- Big Smoke: You're naÔve, my friend. We gotta keep our focus.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Damn - this shit's fucked up.
- Carl Johnson: I see what you mean now, man. If crack can do that to Big Bear, turn him into a base slave, the average motherfucker ain't got a chance.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Damn dope fiends and drug addicts everywhere in this city. Piss me off.
- Carl Johnson: Looks like it's up to us then.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Hey, CJ, tell me why I didn't finish high school.
- Carl Johnson: 'Cause you been dealin' drugs, man. Since the age of ten. Ha, ha, ha.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Ha, ha, ha. Nope. That ain't it.
- Carl Johnson: 'Cause you put your hands on that teacher for wearin' Ballas colours. Ha, ha, ha.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Ha, ha, ha. But, nope. That ain't it either. It's cause I'm too intelligent for this shit. I am the real deal fool, oh, yeah. A genius.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: I got with them motherfuckers though, showed them niggaz who's gangsta.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Ryder, nigga!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: 'Ey, man, whatchu want?
- Carl Johnson: Seeing my homie. What's up with you?
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Eeeh, homie, jeah jeah. It's good to see you back.
- Carl Johnson: No homie love? No hug?
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Oh, fo sho', fo sho' my nigga, my bad. What's crackin' with you?
- Carl Johnson: 'Ey, man, what you strapped for?
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Man, some pizza place keeps painting over our hit up, man!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Shit is beautiful. Teach the owner a lesson.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: He's fucking with Grove Street. You down?
- Carl Johnson: I'm always down.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Ahhhh, jeah... Let's go, bitch.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: [Ryder points gun at employee] Give up the money! This a raid!
- The Well Stacked Pizza Co. Employee: Ryder! Not this again!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: It ain't me, fool!
- The Well Stacked Pizza Co. Employee: No one else is that small! I feel sorry for your dad!
- Carl Johnson: Shit, you crazy! Let's get up outta here!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Same old CJ! Busta! Straight busta!
- The Well Stacked Pizza Co. Employee: [Employee grabs shotgun below and starts to shoot]
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Oh, shit! RUN!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Man, it's getting intense! It's getting worse out here! It's like World War VIII!