Don't Sweat it, We Good. We Got You.

When I was your age, 

I used to have to fight every day.

If it wasn't The Ku Klux Klan 

or The Police or The White boys 

from the next town, 

somebody was always 

beating on me for something.

And I ain't HAD no Daddy 

to Stand in Their Way.

This World ain't never had 

no respect for Richard Williams.

But they gonna respect y'all.

They gonna respect y'all.

There are Four scenes in which Richard Williams 

comes into conflict or encounters 

the local street gang in Compton, 

harassing him and His Daughters 

on The Tennis Courts —

The first time, they are verbally harassing 

his middle daughter, Tunde, The Valedictorian, 

who is sitting on the court, studying —

He confronts the one who did it, 

a boy named ‘Roc’,

gets his face punched 

and turns the other cheek;

Roc :

How you doing? 

I'm sorry, what's your name, mama?

You ain't gotta act like that, love.

We just trying to talk to you, that's all.

Richard Williams :

Tunde! Pick your things up, 

get your sisters, 

go ahead to the bus.

Roc :

You Tunde? 

That's your name?

Hey, the homie said 

he wanna talk to you.

Roc :

But, Tunde, you ain't gotta 

be acting like that, love.

Richard Williams :

She's studying.

Where she going?

Roc :

Don't drop your backpack, baby.

Keep talking all that shit.

Oh, Tunde!

Tunde, the homie's still right here.

Roc :

I be tellin' this love right here...

You gotta stop acting like a...

What is he doing?

N***a be acting like he scared or something like...

Richard Williams :

Young Man, now I asked you a couple times...

Young Man?

Richard Williams :

Now, that girl there is only 16 years old.

And she out here to WORK.

Just leave her alone.

Leave her alone.

I talk to whoever I want, homie.

Oh, he upset, nigga.

Richard Williams :

You leave these girls at Peace.

Hey, yo, come on, homie, man.

Leave this old-ass nigga alone.

Roc :

What, now you feel like you're better than us or something, homie?

Hey, homeboy, you know you hear me talking to you.

What's up, homie, you got something you wanna say?

Richard Williams :

I done said what I wanna say.

Just mind your business.

She not interested in you.

Yeah, now you my business, bitch.

Oh, damn! Come on, Roc!

See your daddy now, huh, Tunde?

Come on, man.

He's an old-ass nigga, man.

That's your homie, man.

What's going on with him?

Come on, man.

Hey, keep your old ass at home, homie.

Turn that music up.

Turn that music up.

Come over here trippin' and shit, man.

Why you beating up my homeboy, man?

Came over here with that stupid shit.

Punk-ass niggas, say what?

Venus Williams :

Daddy, are you okay?

Richard Williams :

When I was your age, I used to have to fight every day.

If it wasn't the Ku Klux Klan 

or The Police or the White boys 

from the next town, 

somebody was always beating on me for something.

And I ain't HAD no daddy to stand in their way.

This World ain't never had no respect for Richard Williams.

But they gonna respect y'all.

They gonna respect y'all.

The Second time, he goes off to the tennis courts on his own after dark and just hitting balls over the fence to de-stress — the gang corners him on the court, the same thug makes a lewd comment about the daughter, BY NAME, he snaps, swats him in the head with the racket, the thug knocks him down and he takes a beating from the whole gang —

The thug puts a gun to his temple and says 

“My Father taught me TWO Things — 

How to smoke a blunt, 

and How to smoke a bitch-assed n*gga : 

I’m good at both.

You ain’t worth it, Old Man.”

He gets his gun, which he has for work as a security guard, drives around until he FINDS them —

As he is striding across the road to go and kill this kid, he is caught in a drive-by by a rival gang, and dies on the street.

The Third Time, he is on the court, training Venus and Serena in the driving rain, because the ball won’t bounce when it’s wet, so they have to hit it before it hits the ground —

The Surviving members of the gang roll up in their car, roll down the window, and The Leader says :

“I see What Y'all are 

Doing out there.

Don't Sweat it, We Good.

We Got You.”

On The Fourth Occasion :

“Hey, hey, hey!

Slow down, haircut.

Hell you think you going?”

“Oh. Just gonna play some tennis.”

“Hey, yo, Richard, this Jimmy Connors-looking cracker with you?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah. White boy with us.”

“All right, it's spoke.”

“Yeah, he just White. 

“It's spoke. Amen.”

“Get up out of here. I ain't gonna

let you get shot, Rick.”

“Appreciate it.”