- Erica, you know I like you a lot but we know that you came
up from being a (beep). Now you're on the stage frontin'
like you really got talent, that's the true definition
of a Bow Wow challenge. - Woo! I thought y'all was friends. I thought y'all was friends. (beep) - I'm just trying to- - With friends like
these, who needs enemies? (crowd cheering) - What's up, Nick?
- What's happening? - Let's say you hire 20 "Wild
'N Out" girls per season. - Okay. - So if 20 "Wild 'N Out" goddesses have curved Emmanuel Hudson this season, and this has been happening to him for the entire 12 seasons
he's been on "Wild 'N Out". - You son of a bitch. - How many "Wild 'N Out" girls total have curved Emmanuel Hudson? - All right, so 12 seasons? - 12 seasons. - And how many times he try to holler? - No, no, not many times
he tried to holler, that's multiple. You hire 20 women per season
(indistinct) 12 seasons. - Oh, so we go, how many girls. Okay, okay.
- How many girls total? - Okay, so he got curved by 240 girls. - Correct, 240 black beautiful
queens have told Emmanuel, "Ew! Get away from me." (crowd cheering)
(bell digs) (crowd cheering) - Can I cancel?
- [All] Hell, yeah, you can! - Can I cancel?
- [All] Hell, yeah, you can! - Can I cancel copyright infringement laws 'cause nobody gives a (beep)
anyway, right, B. Simone? (crowd cheering) Yeah.
(crowd cheering) - Can I cancel?
- [All] Hell, yeah, you can! - Can I cancel?
- [All] Hell, yeah, you can! - Toxic black men because
I'm sick of Jess Hilarious. (crowd cheering)
(bell digs) - From the new school, give me Bing Bong! (crowd cheering) - Yeah! I'm a fan, I'm a fan. - My name is Nims. Don't ever disrespect me. Call me Bing-Bong, ya heard? - [Nick] Oh! - Don't ever disrespect me. Looking like you are about
to host a battle with Eminem with them (beep) dreads. (crowd laughing) - Yo, yo, yo! Shut-up! D-Ray, I need you here. That's right. Right here, lets go. Nims? Or whatever it is! You ready? - Your gum don't even
have flavor no more, bro, stop playing. (crowd laughing) - Well, considering everything you ate, you probably chewed his gum too. - Oh, hey, hey, hey! - [Nick] Let's go! - Yo! Yo! Calm down over there. You look like Young
Ma's brother, ya heard? Don't you ever disrespect me with a corduroy sweatsuit
jacket, ya heard? Don't you ever disrespect me. - You put gravy on your toothbrush. - [Nims] That's a fat? I got fat jokes for days. That's not. - No, no, 'cause you eating for days. I'm trying to keep you
up here long as you can so you don't eat no more. - Yo! - With your DJ Khaled lookin' ass. Look, you need a DJ salad. - Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! - Let's go, D-Ray, lets go! - I wasn't gonna say nothin'. - Yo, your head don't even connect, man. Shit look like the roaches in
the back of the refrigerator at the back of your head, ya heard? - Uh-huh, you would know
where the refrigerator at? (crowd laughs) - I wanna know why you
got on camouflage like you can disappear anywhere
around this mutha(beep). - [Nick] Lets go, D-Ray.
(crowd laughing) - Nims! You are out! Get outta here! - [Nick] That was a hell of a game. - I got glasses that's
thicker than yo ass. (crowd laughing) - Cortez, you look like the mosquito that started the Zika virus. - Your skin color the same color as bacon when it thawed out. - Cortez, you look like
a bouncer at a preschool. - You look like you got
way too much testosterone in your body and not enough estrogen. - Cortez, when I look
at you, all I hear is, E.T. phone home. - That's why they parted
your hair the wrong way and I can see all your tracks. (crowd laughing) - Cortez! Cortez!
- Nope, you are out! - [All] You're outta here. (bell digs) - Keep it going. Let's keep going, okay. Give me DC Young Fly.
(audience cheering) Give me B Simone.
(audience cheering) - B. Simone, you ready?
- Ready. - DC Young fly, you ready? - Y'all ready?
(indistinct) - DC, you the only gangster
from Atlanta with asthma. "West Side is the best side. Hold on, y'all. Lemme take my asthma." - I do got asthma. But guess what? When you wake up in the morning your pussy (beep) yawn like
this (inhaler whooshing). (crowd laughing) - No, let me talk. No, let me talk. Let me talk. DC! DC! (whistle blowing) - Yo, yo yo yo yo! One hit a quitter! TKO, you, out! - [All] You're outta here! (bell digs) - There's a hater in the house. Should we get him? - [All] Let's get him. There's a hater in the
house. Should we get him? - [All] Let's get him. - Hey, hold on. Put the camera on Justine goofy ass, up here dressed like Nick's boot. Come here. - [DJ] Stinking boot. - Hey, cameraman. Put the camera on Bobby's pants. That's a parenthesis
with nothing in between. A wishbone. - There's a hater in the
house. Should we get him? - [All] Let's get him. - There's a hater in the
house. Should we get him? - [All] Lets get him. - One time put the camera
on my man, Shula King. You already know. Boy, your eyes look like Tide pods, man. Every time you cry,
your clothes get clean. I know Tide pods. - [Nick] There's a hater in
the house, should we get him? - [All] Let's get him. - There's a hater in the
house, should we get him? - [All] Let's get him. - Put the camera on
Jack Thriller, ugly man. - Oh! Oh, boy. But your ass like a scary movie. Ugly ass but but your
eye like a poker chip. - Ugly ass barber! (buzzer buzzes) What! - There's a hater in the
house, should we get him? - [All] Let's get him. - There's a hater in the
house, should we get him? - What?
- [All] Let's get him. - Camera man, where
are you at right quick? Camera man, I don't know
if you gonna be able to get this shot 'cause
it's kind of tight. This the hater right here. The most hatin' in "Wild n' Out" history. Wanna show up with all the boots on. These are the boots that SpongeBob was cooking burgers in and he wanted come in here and wanna hate. Soon as he found out that
"Wild 'N Out" girl like me, he got her pregnant. I swear to God. (audience cheering) - The topic is TV host. I am the real one. You want be one, a TV host. That's what I do for fun. - You say you do for
fun, oh what the hell, catch me in the morning on "TRL". - "TRL", yeah, oh, well, but it's more important in the "ATL". Bumin and vibin', don't go far. I'm take your life, we the West Side. - Oh, the West Side? Okay. What happened? What happened to "America's Got talent"? - "America's Got talent".
You know you's tired. Everybody know that I didn't get fired. I quit that (beep), hit that
(beep), ripped that (beep), I kicked that (beep) off
the top of that dome, you know I spit that (beep). (indistinct)
(audience cheering) (bell digs)
(audience cheering) - Sorry I'm a little late. I was auditioning for
"America's Got Talent". Apparently the last host didn't have any. - [Rick Ross] That's crazy. - [Participant] Oh, man.
(Rick Ross laughs) - Nicholas Cannon, I noticed
you been working out. You did AB day, you got leg day on lock, you got arm day on smash. (audience cheering) My question to you is, out
all that exercising you do, why you always skip talent day? (crowd laughing) - 'Cause after day I'm beggin' your mom's. - Every Wednesday. Every Wednesday. - That's not sufficient. - Dam it. I plead the fifth. (bell digs) - Now, Nick, obviously you're an amazing and talented poet so we are gonna read one of your most profound works. Are you ready? You go first, sweetie. - I'm a jiggalo, spending lots of dough. - Respect. - You can tell the way the
wide body sitting on foes. - No, I'm not trying to be
your man pimp bones in my body. Rock them body hotty. Treat them like ladidadi. (bell digs) Wanna see you drop it shorty. Yeah. - Name is bird.
- You wrote that? - I wrote that part.
- You wrote that? (audience cheering) - Hey, Winnie, you are so beautiful, girl. We actually have a lot in common because everyone tells me
that I should be a supermodel. - April Fools.
(crowd laughing) (bell digs) April Fools. You got the body of an iPhone. Ain't nobody, you ain't modelin' nothin. Come on, girl. You ain't modelin' nothin. - [Participant] Come on, girl. - You sexier in person. You know what? If you gonna let me show you what I do to you after the show, just leave that water in your mouth. Oh, I got a chance, huh? I see you later. - What about me? Can I have some sex? - And the award goes to DJ D-Ray. That's me. (audience cheering) (crowd laughing) (D-Ray laughing) My head is not that big. - I would like to thank y'all for the Head of the Game Award and I'm not gonna take
up too much of your time. I just wanna say shout out to all my hats. I know we've been through a lot and I know sometimes I
can be much of a headache. Thank y'all for putting up with me. And most importantly, shout
out to Nick Cannon, man, because without Nick, I wouldn't be a DJ, I would just be a wreck. Thank, y'all.
(bell digs) - Nah, dog. You ain't never on my level. Nah, nah. This ain't
never going to settle. Nah, nah I'm hotter than a kettle. No J Rock named J Pebble. (bell digs) - Alright, Nick. Look, he over here rapping for no reason. He a real Caucasian. He ain't got enough season. - Okay. - Come on, Nick. Come on. - Oh, yeah. I ain't
got enough season, man. That (beep) is whack. Just like this whole fit. Man, take off that hat. (audience cheering) - Check it out. You dealing with some troops. I see you suit but you ain't got no whoop. - Alright. All right. Yo, see y'all struggling. Y'all never be stars. - Huh? - Y'all can't never see us with the ball. Matter of fact, I don't
care none of y'all raw. Matter of fact, we ain't want
him, we want Kendrick Lamar. - Good. Hey, check this out.
(bell digs) Look, miss you with that bullish. They don't want to hear
can anybody somebody quote this (beep) lyrics. - My mama can. My mama know my songs. - Hey, Nick. Nick I got you right here. (audience cheering) - Hey, listen, 'cause
you got fired from NBC and Mariah, she left
you for a better ring. We should call you Draymond Green 'cause you something like a rebound king. (audience cheering)
(bell digs) - Hold up. - Yo, yo! Hold on, hold on! Oh, damn! - Stay right here. Stay right here. - What is this?
- Stay right here. Basketball's my game and,
yeah, that's what I play. Your career is like my step back. It's fading away. - You wearing an orange
vest but ain't a man. You have to go on your
tippy toes to shake my hand. You out here looking like
a construction worker in Lego land. Are you wearing a bulletproof vest? Is dumb. Who's gonna shoot Nick's son? The only thing that ever shot you was the honey I shrunk the kids' gun and I don't and I don't
like that Nick cat. Your last song, four
minutes I can't get back. I'm gonna tell my kids
this was Eminem's response to your whack-ass diss track. Listen, Justina, you won on
"Chico and Carlos Podcast". You keep telling them lies. You don't deserve to be on "85 South" just cuz
you went south on 85 guys. Ay, yo, you banged DC, E-Mann,
you brought it further. There's beef in your buns. It's not a burger. You let the little homie kill your box. That's a Bobby Schmurder. - [DJ] Hold on. Now wait, one more thing. - Okay, all right. All right, all right. - You might wanna take it. Take it. - Yo, come kill. I'm gunning him. Let me get to shunnin' em. How does it feel to know I've went down on 85 guys and you'll
never be one of them. - [All] Wow! - Bow Wow! How you let Hendrix
take all your girlfriends? - Because I don't let 'em. - Really? Maybe 'cause
they see you a loser. I think all your exes are psychic by the way they keep seeing the future. (bell digs) Who Took the first one made a pit stop. The second one made you leave hip hop. He must have been talking about you when he said I just hit your girl in some Gucci flip Flops. (crowd laughing)
- Oh, Lord. That he did. - Stop that. Stop that. Come on. You already know how they
had your name, Spoken Reason. You ain't saying (beep) funny
the whole damn show. Move. (bell digs) - Where I'm at? Where I'm at? Whoa. Let me tell you something. I'm funny and you dead. You look crazy. You got a booty crack in
the middle of your forehead. - Let me- - Hold on, E.Mann. Hold on. Hold on, E.Mann. One thing, one thing just to get this. During asking all them
questions, I took the will, you played the bitch. - [All] Oh! - That's cool. E-mann and Spoken Reasons. Here we go. You want to tell the people why we never did another
video, five years. Tired of being merciful. Nick, I know this is "Wild 'N Out" style, but this one is personal. You feel me? - Look, yo (beep)! Y'all remember asking
all of 'em questions? - Yeah. - You know it came with a big check until he snatched it from me. Then he went missing and
started acting funny. He did a movie doing comedy. You know, acting funny. To tell the truth. Nick, I really wanna
smack this dumb (beep) but you telling me to chill. Questions with small change, I'm still spending she ratchet money. Now listen , act stupid.
I know you mad clueless. The only reason why you on this show 'cause my name was attached to it. So I'm gonna put you in your place. Your most viewed video
shows nothing but my face. So tell the people right
now before I get mad and start to rise. You got a chance to clear
your name right now, (beep) apologize. (audience cheering) - My name boy, Banksy. Yeah, I might be a handful. Yeah, Nick, I'm glad you're here 'cause I heard your talk
show getting canceled. - [All] Oh! - Hold on. All right. All right. Yo. Yo, you thought you just said some (beep) but that was just a dud. Matter of fact, I'm gonna
show you two the exit because everybody knows
you the next to flub because everybody saw you (beep)'ed up on the "Breakfast Club". (audience cheering) - [Jazz] We had something written down. - We had something written down. We had something written down. My man, Jazz is gonna help me out. Let's go. - He had to go to the notes. - When we step in the room
people stop and stare. I'm Will, I'm Jazz, in the new Bel Aire. So what it got a little drama, man, y'all used to that. - That was whack. - [All] That was whack! That was whack. - That was whack. Hold up, hold up. You reading off that. What is that? A letter. Fake ass salted pepper, get it together. What you standing up?
What you stepping up for? Yo, face of a pit bull, body of schitzu. Get outta here, I might kick you. (crowd laughing) - No, DJ D-Ray messed up
that beat. I don't like it. Cut it off. (alarm blaring) Timeout. Pillsbury dough boy body. You up here looking real soft to me. You so fat that when you step on the scale that motha (beep) be like like, get the (beep) off of me. Tani, I ain't gonna style you but I can show you some real family values of things not TI or tip but next time you know
you might want call Nick. - Nick, I'm gonna tell
you something that's true. When I wrote "No Scrubs",
I was talking about you. (audience cheering) - Get him. - So he said he the ladies man, mm hmm, I tried to hit, man,
and holler at this (beep). Told him I got the tree, he could could smoke for free, he said we in Atlanta now
so I had to have a (beep) for him to smoke me. - [All] Oh!
(bell digs) - Our business, you
straight tried to tell, no, I was about to go (beep), but I couldn't stand the smell. - Okay. - Okay, look, Erica, you
know I like you a lot but we know that you came
up from being a thot. Now you on the stage fronting
like you really got talent. That's the true definition of a Bow Wow challenge. - Woo!
(bell digs) I thought y'all was friends. I thought y'all was friends. (beep) With friends like these,
who needs enemies? DC is so mad. Boy, take a vacation. This is season 15, gentrification. - There it is. - Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up. - We love white people. - Man, I know you ain't talking. Let's go ahead and set this thing clear. (beep) Your ass got fired. What the are (beep) you doing here? Okay. All right. Okay. Okay. You think I got fired
but that ain't legit. Like Royce's barber, I said, I quit. (crowd laughing) - Whoa! He said he quit. That sound kind of funny. That (beep) back. I guess he needed more money. (crowd laughing) - Okay. Hold on, hold on. One more, one more, one
more, one more, one more. Okay, one more. All right. Ding ding ding! - No, no, no. No, no, no. You say I need money. Maybe that's true but at
least I didn't do how I do. (crowd laughing) - Dang! Dang! - Why you talking about my
white brother getting fired? Yeah, that's something we could tell. He got fired from "Wild 'N Out". Ain't as bad as getting fired from "TRL". (crowd laughing) - Wait a minute. Wait a minute. - Hold on. Wait a minute. - This (beep) right here finna hurt. Sorry, white boy. They got rid of his ass first. (audience cheering)
(bell digs) - They both got fired. They both got fired.
