Yesterday we were faced with the tragic loss of one the world’s greatest performers, Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite himself. If you have not had the chance to see Mr. Moore in the golden age of his career as the street wise pimp you should be ashamed of yourself. Words cannot express the prose that this man spoke in, his undeniable sex appeal and the way he brought the character to life. I think that perhaps the best way to honor a man such as Rudy Ray would be to let him say something himself. Dolemite would say;
Man, move over and let me pass 'fore they have be to pullin' these Hush Puppies out your mothafuckin' ass!
You no-business, born-insecure, jock-jawed motha-FUCKA!
That rat soup eatin', insecure, honky mutha fucka!
Detective: Now, I know you think you're smart, see, cause you got all them flashy clothes, you got that big car there, you got all them black bitches working for you.
Dolemite: You forgot about the white ones.
You will be missed Disco Godfather, you will be missed.
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