Fuck Yea[h] NBA

What does D-Rod do? He decides to tell her about every girl I was kickin’ it with, even this chick I was kickin’ it with in Hawaii when we were doing our Hawaii thing. Dennis is just telling her my business. Rodman is just dropping these dimes, thinking this chick will get the picture.

This chick thinks she’s here to stay in my hotel room, and she’s already taught me “Don’t do drop-ins.” Well, I’m not talking. I’m not answering my phone in the hotel, nothing. She has nowhere to stay, so she has to be nice to Dennis Rodman.

Dennis gets her in the room, but she’s got game — she’s not giving him any. She’s like, “I’ll stay in your room until I get situated.” But she winds up staying and listening and getting all the information from him, and she winds up leaving me a note: “Listen, I shouldn’t have dropped in on you, get rid of baby girl and you know how I am.” [Ed. note: Salley’s slightly leering tone here leads one to believe she meant “how I am in the sack.”]

That’s better put. So I’m like, “All right, baby girl, I’m gonna drop you off back at the crib.” I drop her off, and I come back, and I’m like, “A’ight, coast is clear.”

She comes in and tells me everything Dennis said. In fact, she told Dennis: “I’m gonna tell Spider everything you said. That’s not how you get down.”

So we get down, and she tells me: “Watch that kid. He’s on your team, but he’s not your friend.” And that’s how I learned Dennis Rodman is a dime dropper.