(Moniece)Princess reached out to me
because she clearly feelssome type of way
about the thingsthat I've been saying.
I'm going to obligethis conversation
because I can't keepletting these bitches
get a rise out of me.
I'm sick and tired
of hiding behind camerasand computer screens.
Say it to my face.
Why you always havemy mother(bleep) namein your mouth?
I just don't understand.I don't understand.
I cannot put my fingeron it, Moniece.
I done let too manyinterviews fly over my head.
Bitch, you crossedthe line.
You slanderedmy (bleep) name.
You know why?
My issue with you began
when you saidwhat you said about my son.
No, stop withthe motherhood stuff.
Moniece is always tryingto play the victim,
and she's always using criticismof her motherhood
as groundsto bash somebody else.
Moniece likes to dish (bleep)to everybody else
but can't handle itwhen the tables are turned.
All this Twitterfinger (bleep),
you like to sit hereand attack people
from behind your computer
like you're some typeof Twitter thug.
(Moniece)If Princess had a child
then maybe she would understandthe maternal instinct
to protect your babyand serve the first bitch
to cross that boundary.
Say all this (bleep)to my face now.
Say it to anybody's face.
Let me know when you're done.I'm not done.
You're a weak-ass bitch.
You can't say nothingto my face.
I'm sorry thatyou feel that way.
I'm sorry thatyou are that way.
You're on the shade,
you've been on the Internetattacking people all day.
Because peopleattack me all day!
You do it, I see it.No, Princess.
You're not letting meget a word out edgewise.
Just relax for two seconds.
You don't have to--It's a little toolate for that.
But when you speakon my child...
Bitch....you neverapologized for that.
Bitch, I don'thave to apologize.
You didn'tapologize for that.
So if you can't apologize
for the things thatyou said about my child
and the thingsthat you said about me--
Bitch, (bleep) you.(bleep) you.
Well, then the conversationis over.
Don't thinkthat's it's over, bitch.
From this day forward--
(Princess)If Moniece thinks for one second
that I bought that sorry-ass,long-ass apology,
she's got to be delusional.
She's got no more chancesto say anything about me.