“… Dis one young nigga had been pressin’ me fa some pussy fa da longest. I told ’em for two hundred dollars you can have all the pussy you want for a half hour … of course da nigga fronted afta I started talkin’ ’bout paper. I said ta him you suppose to be ballin’? What, dat too rich fa ya blood? He looked at me like na. But at da same time he still tryin’ ta jew me down. I’m like look nigga, treat yaself, don’t beat yaself. My price iz what it iz! When you get a nickel over lunch money call me,” Kat continued. “… I be doin’ niggas dirty. Fuck ’em, they’d do it to me if I let ’em … I ain’t lookin’ fa love, I’m lookin’ fa money. Hit me off! Na’mean?”

“You know, not every nigga in da club is foul,” Goldie said. “Soma them are kinda nice. You just gotta weed ’em out. Fa real, fa real all I want is a nice lookin’ dude wit a decent job and someone who will treat me right.”

“Goldie, what you been smokin’?” Kat just shook her head. “I want soma dat. You must be crazy. I need more than what a nine to five nigga can provide fa me. Shit, I’ll fuck around and blow his whole paycheck on teddies at Victoria’s Secret. I needa nigga dat’s gettin’ serious cheddar. And I don’t care how he gets it. Just break me off … But you don’t think like me. Dat’s why you’ll neva get what I got. You on some ole Cinderella, happily ever after, fairy-tale bullshit …”

Money was Kat’s man. That’s what she wanted to maintain at all costs, even if that meant burning bridges or sabotaging her friendships.

So many dudes told her how good her pussy was. She thought it was lined with platinum.

Goldie wanted Tender to see how Kat really got down. “Damn, money ain’t everything. I mean, what about romance? Commitment? A soul mate? True love? Huh? … I don’t know about you but one day I’ma settle down and get married. And then have some kids.”

“Me and a broke-ass nigga ain’t gonna work,” Kat insisted. “What can he do fa me except bring me down. You say money ain’t everything, ta me it’s da only thing. Money makes da world go ’round. But besides dat, you ain’t gonna find no Prince Charming or Mr. Right in no strip club! It ain’t gonna happen. These ain’t da type of niggas dat go to church on Sunday. These niggas come ta da club wit one thing on their mind, pussy! At da end of da night, dem niggas iz lined up, waitin’ ta see who they can slide off wit.”