Carl Johnson, Sweet Johnson and Ryder are talking outside of Sweet's House.

Ryder: I can drive as well as CJ, man, I'm telling you!

CJ: Hey, homie, wassup. Hey, what you saying about me, fool?

Sweet: Wassup, man?

Ryder: I'm saying that the East Coast made you drive like an idiot, fool. Man, you always crashing cars and shit. And for some reason now, you back, all it is, is "CJ drive here, CJ drive there". Bullshit.

Sweet: Man, why don't you just take it easy.

Ryder: No disrespect, man, but you can't drive for shit.

CJ: Thanks man. Nah, nah, nah, nah, say what'chu really mean.

Sweet: You such a good gunman, homie. You gotta ride shotgun, show CJ what's crackin'.