User:Gta-mysteries/Little Jacob Dialogue
Little Jacob: Wha'gwan rasta?
Niko: What's up Jacob?
Little Jacob: Boy, it's good fe spend some quality time wit de I, seen?
Little Jacob: Not all work, work, work, y'know? We got to ease up from time to time, to see how the world turns, you know what I'm saying?
Niko: I think so.
Little Jacob: The world can mess you up, y know? Make you tink that tings matter, when all that matter is that the sun come up and we have good time and laughter and ting, seen?
Niko: I hope so, man, I do.
Little Jacob: You uphill you know, Niko? Even for a shotta.
Little Jacob: Niko, Niko. How's me main man Roman! Him still gambling all his money away?
Niko: I am afraid that that is what Roman will do with any money he gets. Hopefully Mallorie will be able to straighten him out one day.
Little Jacob: Mallorie, a fine daughta, an him lucky to have her, you know? Hopefully he won't gamble her away as well.
Niko: Sometimes I think he would put her on the table if he had the chance. He doesn't hold onto much for long. I am amazed he managed to save enough money to be able to afford the cab depot in the first place.
Little Jacob: Seen, seen. There's always people around fe lend de money to a man, especially if de man have a habit like Roman.
Little Jacob: You think Roman's addicted to gambling. You tink him have a real problem? Jah know him, he can throw his money to dem con men, you know, star. Him a real idiot, you know?
Niko: Maybe is problem, maybe he just need to get something out of his system. He don't like the cars and the guns as much as you and me do.
Little Jacob: Any money I get I, you know me spend upon sisters or sensemillia. I don't throw my money away, you know.
Little Jacob: You all good, Niko, man?
Niko: Sure. How you doing?
Little Jacob: Usual a whole heap of trouble, but, me nah, complain, you know. Me learn from me Uncle Bradshaw, you know.
Niko: Really? You know him?
Little Jacob: Yes I, in spirit and love, you know. Seen?
Little Jacob: Him speak de truth, man, him know de way, him understand tings properly, you know?
Niko: He plays good music.
Little Jacob: Raas, him play de best music, man. Him play from de heart, you know.
Little Jacob: Irie, man. How's it going?
Niko: Same old, you know, getting by. How's Badman?
Little Jacob: Badman vexing me someting wicked at de moment, you know, star. Won't leave him place unless him packing more heat dan de sun. Getting all paranoid and shit.
Niko: Yeah? Is someone out to get him?
Little Jacob: If you ask him, every dead pon de corner is out to get him, but... it's all dem spliff he been smoking, man. It don't de him head no good.
Niko: You seem to be okay, and you smoke a lot.
Little Jacob: Blacking up don't affect I and I de same way, you know. I an' I a chill dread. I don't like that kass kass in the way Badman de. The herb make Badman's head work in all type of ways it shouldn't be working. He think his friends are after him. He ain't turned on me yet, but one day. You know, one day...
Niko: Shit, I wouldn't want to see the fight if you two went against each other.
Little Jacob: Nuh I, rasta, nuh I.
Niko: How you doing, Jacob?
Little Jacob: Okay, rasta, but, you know, not great, you know?
Niko: Why not?
Little Jacob: The herb is gonna kill me up, here.
Little Jacob: The herb! It's bad for the head. The stuff here.
Little Jacob: The hydroponic and artificial and made with chemicals and produced with chemicals. Covered with pesticides... it's wrong. Man, it's wrong!
Niko: Well, stop smoking it.
Little Jacob: I trying, star. I trying.
Niko: Jacob, is good to see you.
Little Jacob: Alright mem man, Niko, is good to see de I. What's happening with you?
Niko: Same shit, cops still chasing me, still getting into fights.
Little Jacob: Don't nobody treat you wit de respect you know you deserve, you know, Niko. All of life be about is respect, sight? You don't got nothing unless you got people paying you no mind, you know?
Niko: Sure, man. I don't let nobody talk down to me.
Little Jacob: Being a dread, being a rasta, is all about getting respect and ting, you know? Rastas weren't getting no respect, we follow Jah till we get respect, sight?
Little Jacob: Problem be when man no pay another man no respect, you know? Each rasta be vital. Babylon a try hold rastas down, but Jah, him hold we up. We say I an' I need dat respect, you know, star? Babylon downpressors is where we get de problem in society from. Make everything crash.
Niko: Something made everything fucked up, man. I'll tell you that.
Little Jacob: One love, Niko. Wha'gwan?
Niko: Hey man - how you doing?
Little Jacob: Good man, good. I was just enjoying some Massive B dancehall pon de radio.
Niko: Yeah, it's cool.
Little Jacob: Respect due. Bobby Kenders is hard man, you know. De sound is rawl.
Little Jacob: Him are de real selecter man. It's an incredible sound system. Only in Liberty City, ye. Man, music from de whole world come a here for massive sound clash, you know. And massive B are de top notch, man. Top notch.
Niko: Yeah - this city has some incredible music.
Little Jacob: Respect.
Niko: Jacob, what's going on man? You seem down.
Little Jacob: Boy, me vex rasta! Badman outta him mind, man. Him lose it.
Niko: It's his paranoia, man. He's smoking too much of that shit. You got to tell him to calm it down.
Little Jacob: I ain't saying nothing to him face. You no call no alligator long mouth til you pass him, bredren. If me tell Badman fe calm down, him a pull out de ratchet and cut I good.
Niko: This must have happened before, how'd you calm Badman then?
Little Jacob: Grandad was here back inna the days. Him tell Badman, no badda bawl, don't be feisty. He bring him right down. Grandad a hertical don, you know?
Niko: Where is this Grandad now?
Little Jacob: Boy, him back a Jam Dung. Catching a de sun, man. Couldn't take de city no more.
Niko: I don't blame him, maybe Badman should go to Jamaica too?
Little Jacob: That could be de best ting, you know, Niko. Best ting for all of us, seen?
Niko: How you doing?
Little Jacob: All good, me breda, all good. Me get a whole heap of Kali from Jam dung, from me cousin, him just bring it up.
Niko: Oh, well no wonder you're good.
Little Jacob: This shit is spiritual man. Let me see clearly, hear the I-rations, let I and I enjoy life, and give I and I-tection.
Niko: Whatever you say.
Little Jacob: You stick with your schisms and your isms, bad boy.
Little Jacob: Niko, how old are you now?
Niko: Shit, I stopped counting birthdays when I saw my friends die back home. I didn't think I deserved any more when they weren't getting any.
Little Jacob: That's some deep shit, man. Some deep shit. You tink things like dat, but you don't smoke trees. You need a spiritual edge, you know. You take anything?
Niko: I drink.
Little Jacob: Alright, Rum be a spiritual ting, It wake up your senses and point dem out to de world around you. Rum is I-tal. It made from the earth and it put you in tune with it. It's a natural ting.
Niko: I drink vodka.
Little Jacob: Seen. Vodka be from de earth too. Inna Jam Dung we have de rum, where you from de rum is de vodka. It be de same. It put you in touch with de spiritual side. Herb be the most spiritual, y'know, messa man. You smoke it, it open your mind to be what's going on in the earth.
Niko: Thanks Jacob, but I'm alright with the shots of vodka. They fuck me up enough.
Little Jacob: Whappen Niko?
Niko: All good, Jacob, all good. Or at least, I'm trying not to think too much about things.
Little Jacob: How you mean?
Niko: I mean, I'm trying not to worry too much about the things that are messed up. Relax, you know, have some fun.
Little Jacob: Yeah man, I hear that. We gonna have some fun, we gonna sit and enjoy a lickle silence, and enjoy de world as it turns. Relax!
Little Jacob: We gonna have a whole heap of relaxation. A whole bunch of chilling it out. OF silence, yes? Seen?
Little Jacob: Then why you keep talking?
Niko: I'm not.
Little Jacob: Hold you corner, rasta, shhh.
Niko: Hold your fucking corner, rasta - I was being quiet.
Little Jacob: Gwan man, hard ears, relax. Unwind.
Niko: I'm trying! You keep talking.
Little Jacob: Whatever you say, messa. Whatever you say.
Little Jacob: Alright, Niko, you mind me ask you a serious question?
Niko: No Jacob, go for it.
Little Jacob: What made you come outta you own country, what ruined it for you?
Niko: War ruined my country, Jacob. One village fought another. Friends had to fight friends. Then, the West takes notice and you are watching your neighbor's house blowing up on the international news channel.
Little Jacob: Rhattid, Niko.
Niko: Why do you ask?
Little Jacob: I look at Badman and tink what could be turning him into the man he's becoming. He's being ruined, you know, Niko? He ain't the dread he used to be. He used to be righteous man, now him a bad seed. It de coke dat he's doing, you know.
Niko: Badman is putting coke in his spliffs?
Little Jacob: Nah man, he be selling it, and it making him gravalicious. De whole Jam dung getting greedy off a des coke money. It a turn dread against dread. Rastas be fighting one another, when they should be cotching and smoking de herb together. Badman included. We should be fighting Babylon, but instead we are fight one another.
Niko: I wish my country had an excuse as good as cocaine for their fighting. Sadly, is not the case.
Niko: What's going on, Jacob?
Little Jacob: Easy now, star, me worry about everything with Badman, you know?
Niko: Badman? Why?
Little Jacob: Him want to be inna de mafia business, big time rude boy, all de time want mash up de place and broke down de place, seen?
Niko: Yes - from what I understand he's pretty wild, but aren't we all?
Little Jacob: Man, we worry about him, you know? Man me right hand man, but him big inna de cocaine ting and him want bring it in from Jam Dung, seen? And it no good.
Niko: No - cocaine is a bad business, but this whole life is a bad business.
Little Jacob: Don't deal wit cocaine, everything end up fine. If I deal wit cocaine, everything end up raas clot mash up, seen?
Niko: I hear you.
Little Jacob: The world be a fucked up place, Niko. A place rammed up with fuckery.
Niko: Sure, Jacob, it is. What I have seen of it at least.
Little Jacob: Since you got to Liberty City, you meet anyone what wasn't crazy?
Niko: No one I liked. I might have robbed some sane people, but I did not stick around for conversation.
Little Jacob: Seen, Niko, you, me, Badman, we all crazy living de life we live.
Niko: Cops chasing us, gangsters trying to rip us off, it ain't an easy life, that's for sure.
Little Jacob: Maybe it's this madness, this crazy shit, that make de world go round. People say it be the rules, the laws that make the world work, you know? But maybe it ain't dat way. That's just Babylon keep a rasta down. That's just bucky massa hitting out backs, making de slave ship keep moving. That's just dem downpressors in grey suits, making us waste our life filling out forms and ting. Doing that shit instead of really experiencing the world, the spiritual side. That's that shit that's shutting down life. Crazy rastas like I an' I, we don't listen to Babylon. It us a keep de world moving and jamming. Is us, and we make de world I-tal. We give the world it's life and it's madness, you know.
Niko: Sure, I think you could be onto something there.
Little Jacob: Yo Niko, I your bredaman, Jacob. Listen, we been friends for a long time, seen? Phone me up if you need to buy some guns, seen?
Niko: Thanks Jacob - I appreciate that.