Michael Richards:   Shut up! 50 years ago, they'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass! You can talk, you can talk, you can talk, you're brave now, motherfucker! Who's loud talking? The nigger! He's a nigger! He's a nigger! A nigger, look, there's a nigger!      The color of my skin, content of my character   Dream of a King's been a nightmare for anyone   White with a badge or anyone   Slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in   Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against   The race war, when it's us against all of them   They subconsciously low talk us   And probably all think as Kramer did still but won't talk it   And first off, I ain't trying to be conscious   Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you   This dark content for those of dark complexion   Who's x-ed off, Rip, who gon' listen to us?   Who gon' speak for us? Who gon' plead for us?   Who gon' be the Head N.I.C. for us?   Who gon' defend us from crooked police on us?   I'm just an insecure N-I-G, er--      Please listen to me, please listen to me   Please listen to me, N-I-G, er--   Please listen to me, who gon' listen to me?   Who gon' listen to me, N-I-G, er--   Listen to me, who gon' listen to me?   Who gon' listen to me, N-I-G, er--   Who gon' listen to me, who gon' listen to me?   Who gon' listen to me, N-I-G      Hey   And P say that I should stop saying nigga   But if I did, what would be the difference?   I'd still be a nigga, he'd still be a nigga in his feelings   I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one   There'd still be niggas out killing   And still be white people still out to get us   And still be niggas saying whites tryna get us   And still be lazy and paranoid niggas   I'm paramount, nigga, I am, and you can't be mad   'Cause I choose the word nigga, lemme air it out, nigga,   Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had   A clever idea to take something they said   Into something we have, something we flipped   Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad   Bitches ain't shit, but women ain't bitches   See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches   And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive   When niggas say bitch, all of the sudden, they offended   And niggas say nigga to a nigga   A nigga write nigga in a lyric   Expect the white boy to omit it   The white boy spit it like he spit it   Recite it to his friends who, by the way, ain't niggas   And say, "Nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it"   And non-nigga friends got it with him   Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living   Until a black friend kinda hear it, just a tidbit   He thinks, "Aw, forget it   It's so insignificant and little"   The white boy sees this as a clearance, now it's   "Nigga, nigga, nigga" every single day   And that little nigga nigga, thinks it's okay   And he's the only nigga in this particular grade   And it begins to phase him more each day   The things they say went a little too far   He couldn't tell the difference between an A or E-R   So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face   There's nothing he can do, he let it get away   It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face   The mirror made him hurl, his reflection disgraceful   Yeah, and make sure everything you say   Can't be held against you in any kind of way   And any connotation is viewed many ways   'Cause under every nigga, there's a little bit of Kramer   Self hatred... I hate you... And myself... Nigga!      Michael Richards:   Uh, I lost my temper onstage, I was at, uh, a comedy club trying to, um, do my act and I got heckled and I, I, I took it badly and went into a, a rage...and uh, uh... said some pretty, uh...nasty things to some Afro-Americans, a lot of trash talk... for this to happen, for me to be in a comedy club and flip out and say this crap, you know, I'm... I'm deeply, deeply sorry.