Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He had enough money to keep Harlem's Paradise flush.

you'll have a front-row seat when I nail Mariah's ass to the wall.

to lure Candace out of the apartment.

And that's just a taste.

Why didn't you just come to me?

And the night when I came into the club,

- Be careful. - Always.

What about your sororal?

Pop knew about my abilities.

My name is Inspector Priscilla Ridley.

- This system is broken, Priscilla. - Mercedes...

Actually, it's ooh-woop...

there was a mic stand that was unaccounted for.

- Says who? - Says me.

Is Mariah still in there?

And neither should you.

If she were still alive, that would be one thing.

And he was pissed off when those guns were stolen.

I hear everything you say.

when he was smashed by a heavy, circular base.

Even when you don't speak...

You want me dead?

- She's being hysterical. - You murdered Candace

Kick his ass, Cage!

See? I'm not the type of person

with Claire's help, did it again, and I got better.

Interrupt an interrogation.

Your next moves.

As far as I'm concerned, he's no longer a suspect.

That's never good.

You Know You Can’t Trust Niggas Around Equipment

who wants always to say, I am right.

You're even stronger than you know.

He won't go for a room.