The Eulogy

eulogy by Richard Pryor We are gathered here today, On this sorrowful occasion, To say goodbye to the dearly departed, In other words the nigga dead. Whether or not you can survive death, thats the ultimate test for your a*s ain't it. So far don't nobody we know has pa*sed the ultimate test. Least of all this nigga layin here. 'cause this boy wasn't shit, I'm gonna tell you that right off. I say him kickin his moma's a*s over ther on 47th street. And if you think we gonna ban you with those diamonds and shit on you got another thing comin. I'd like to introduce the boys woman, Oh bitch I dunno what she was. she's layin over ther in the booth. Say girl. What you doin? Well dont sell your pus*y in here. If you do I wanna cut. shit. Yo fault the nigga dead.