Doughboy: Hos gotta eat too.
Woman: Wait a minute, who you callin' a ho, I ain't no ho!
Doughboy: Oops... sorry, bitch! (00:35:31)
Tre Styles: Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Ricky: What?
Tre Styles: You're slamming my door like some kind of gorilla on a football field.
Mrs. Baker: You ain't shit. You just like your daddy. You don't do shit, and you never gonna amount to shit. All you do is eat, sleep, and shit.
The Old Man: Ain't nobody from outside bringing down the property value. It's these folk, shootin' each other and sellin' that crack rock and shit.
Furious Styles: Well, how you think the crack rock gets into the country? We don't own any planes. We don't own no ships. We are not the people who are flyin' and floatin' that shit in here.
Furious Styles: Any fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his children.
Doughboy: Life would be different if God was a bitch.
Doughboy: You know how to play Spades, Dooky?
Dooky: Somethin' like that.
Doughboy: I got somethin' for you to suck on.
Ricky: Hey D, why don't you go to the store for me.
Doughboy: Ni**a, I ain't the one she told to go get it, it's yo wife.
Ricky: Look man, she ain't my wife.
Doughboy: She may as well be, Y'all got a family and all.
Furious Styles: What'd you use?
Tre Styles: I used the number she gave me... Why you sweating me? I didn't have to use nothing. She said she was on the pill.
Furious Styles: How many times do I have I told you, if a girl says she's on the pill, you use somethin anyway. Pill ain't goin' to keep your dick from falling off. I don't know why you insist on learning things the hard way, but you gon' learn. Oh yeah, you gon' learn. Pick up that hair.
Furious Styles: I know every time you turn on the TV, that's what you see. Black people, sellin' the rock, pushin' the rock, pushin' the rock. Yeah, I know. But that wasn't a problem as long as it was here. It wasn't a problem until it was in Iowa, on Wall Street, where there are hardly any black people.
Shalika: Why is it every time you talk about a female you gotta say bitch, ho, or hootchie?
Doughboy: 'Cause that's what you are.
Chris: I tell y'all where y'all need to go, where they got more women than anywhere. Violence too.
Monster: Crenshaw Sunday nights?
Chris: No.
Doughboy: Street races on Florence?
Chris: Nah, ni**a, y'all way off! I give y'all a hint: Everybody's been there.
Monster: Where?
Doughboy: Where, ni**a? Spit it out.
Chris: The church.
Doughboy: Aw, shit! Ni**a, please! Ain't nobody going to church to catch no bitches. I should roll your ass up off this porch with that stupid shit.
Furious Styles: Rick, it's the Nineties. Can't afford to be afraid of our own people anymore, man.
Doughboy: Man your pops is like, mothafuckin, Malcolm... Farrakhan.
Doughboy: Domino, motherfucker.
Answer: The scoring has been changed in recent years, but for the time that is a very poor SAT score, the average was probably between 900 and 1000, and 1600 was perfect. But at the time, you needed to score at least a 700 on the SAT to get into college, so he would have been able to go to school on a football scholarship, had he not been killed.
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