We go to the track from his 1974 album, That Nigger’s Crazy. RICHARD PRYOR: Cops put a hurtin’ on your ass, man. You know, they really degrade you. White folks don’t believe that Isht, they don’t believe cops degrade. Ah, come on, those beatings, those people are resisting arrest. Im tired of this harassment of police officers.’ That’s cause the police live in your neighborhood, see, and you be knowin em as Officer Timpson. ’Hello, Officer Timpson, going bowling tonight? Yes, nice Pinto you have. Niggers don’t know them like that. See, white folks get a ticket, they pull over, Hey, Officer, yes, glad to be of help, cheerio! A nigger got to be talkin’ bout, ’I am reaching into my pocket for my license! ’Cause I dont wanna be no MuthaQuackknn accident!’ Police degrade. I don’t know, you know, it’s — often you wonder why a nigger don’t go completely mad. No, you do. You get your Isht together, you work all week, right? And then you get dressed and you make — maybe say you can’t make $125 a week, you get $80, if you’re lucky. Right? And you go out, get clean and be driving with this old lady going out to a club, and the police pull over. Get out of the car! There was a robbery! A nigger looked just like you! Put your hands up, take your pants down, spread your cheeks! Now, what nigger feel like having fun after that? ’Let’s just go home, baby.’ You go home and beat your kids and Isht. You goin’ take that Isht out on somebody.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 11:32:57 +0000
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