Nas,

Just because you're tripping standing in front of your daddy caught with your stained pants down doesn't mean that people don't feel sorry for you. All of Nas's bokas are watching their fearless leader pissing in his pants as he tries, swallowing his saliva, to explain to his daddy. "But daddy...," swallow, gulp, blink blink. Nas's daddy, nodding his head watches his quivering son leaking like a baby that is not diaper-trained. Nas's daddy wants to know where all of his money went. After all, Nas's father's hard earned money was earned the same way that his son spends it: through bribery.
And Nas, on one side his bokas are watching their chest-thumping jingoistic leader turning red, blue, purple and yellow hopping from foot to foot. And on the other hand they are looking at Nas's daddy demanding to know where his bribery-earned money flew up in flames in one nights fun.

And this is when Nas's story starts to change like Bill Clinton on the witness stand. "Daddy, I swear to My Good Lord Jesus Christ, I have never ever paid money to do. I would rather do my own hand, than pay to do."

Nas's daddy "But son, you just told me that you were enjoying a lap dance and that you were watching everything like a lato stares at a kera, as those girls just took that money by throwing a few cheap compliments at you. And you lapped up their compliments like a dog swallows vomit?"

Nas "Daddy, daddy...umm, heh he, uh, ah, oh. No, I didn't use your money...I uh ah oh umm...heh heh. I touched but didn't touch. Err. Umm. I thought it was a girl but it was really a boka. And since to screw bokas you don't need money...heh heh, daddy. Please try to understand"

Meanwhile Nas's boka's are watching their fearless leader with open mouths like latos watching a hanging  kera...not quite sure when he is going to drop like an over-riped banana that smells sour.