- Hey, y'all. I'm Ms. Pat.
- All rise.
- And I know the inside of a courtroom.
I'm a convicted felon with a GED.
Now I am sitting on this side of the bench.
Y'all are killing me. [laughter]
These are real cases
with real money on the line.
And I'm bringing my old friends to court as my jury.
- What is this, "Looney Tunes"?
- Y'all may have started this mess,
but I'm going to settle it.
- I love this courtroom!
- All rise, 'cause court is back in session.
[dramatic music]
- All rise for the woman who bought
a robe and gavel and convinced BET
to give her a show, Ms. Pat.
♪ ♪
- Y'all can have a seat. All right, jury.
- Hey. - Hey, hey, hey.
- That's a choir robe, ain't it?
- No, this is a judge robe. - That's a judge robe.
- Oh. - Why?
Would you like for me to make you disappear up under it?
- In front of everybody, Ms. Pat?
[laughter]
- That had nothing to do with a choir or being a judge.
[laughter]
- Bailiff, get to bailiffin'.
- This is the case of Willis versus McClain.
You may now enter.
- Plaintiff Marco Willis is suing his ex-friend Hershey,
claiming she sold him $3,500 worth of fake fashion that was
supposed to be designer drip.
- He did it.
- But defendant, Hershee McClain,
says her ish is legit,
and that she ain't paying because Marco's wearing her
out with false accusations.
- Before we get started, I just want to let y'all know,
this is a jury of my peers.
I get to use them however I want to.
They only here today because I told them it was an open bar.
[laughter]
- This ain't water.
[laughter] - OK.
Marco, tell me why you're here today.
- I'm here today because I'm suing my used-to-be-friend,
Hershee, for $3,500, for selling me on fake clothes.
She know them clothes weren't real and I want my money back.
- Hershee, what's your side of the story?
- First of all, everything he has on came from me.
So if it's so fake, why did he wear it here today?
- Mm.
- I have a personal vendor that gets all the top name-brand
clothing at a discount price.
And I shop with them. - She a stylist.
- Who is she styling? - You!
- She ain't styling me.
She ain't styling me.
- Marco, tell me the whole story.
- All right, check it out.
I was in college, right with her, at Atlanta Tech.
She used to sell everybody clothes.
You feeling me? - Uh-huh.
- I did it one time.
I used to keep that shit on every day.
And she used to see that.
She came to me one time, she told me,
woo-dee, woo-dee, woo-dee-woos, I gave her $3,500.
- Huh? [laughter]
- Karlous, translate.
- Yeah, I'm trying to concentrate.
- He was in school with her, and she used
to sell everybody clothes.
He made one transaction with her,
waited a long period of time, then he came with the 3,500.
- What's the woo-woo-woo?
- A lot of insignificant things happened in that time period.
[laughter]
- OK, so finish.
- I gave her the bread.
Got home from work, right?
There's a big-ass black bag.
You know about them black bags?
- What black bags?
- People go to the flea market and they walk out with them
big black bags.
It ain't real for nothing.
- I don't know nothing about the flea market.
- You Black, you know.
- I don't shop at the flea market.
- Girl-- [gavel bangs]
- I don't go in the flea market.
- Be quiet for a minute, Hershee.
Don't play with me. - Hershee.
- Marco, you bought clothes for her in the past.
You trusted then, why you don't believe it now?
- I compared what was in that bag to what I already had.
I looked at my joints and looked at them.
Her joint man had a BBL.
It ain't right, you feeling me?
- Do you have any evidence?
- I got my receipt right here.
- That ain't real, either.
- You gave him a receipt for $3,500?
Well, how are you going to get five pair of retro Jordans
for $125 each?
- I mean, that half price; they $250 in the store.
- You going to get half the Jordans.
[laughter]
- Is the clothes here that you bought?
- Yeah, they here. - Let's bring them in.
- This the bag? Oh, wow.
- I need somebody that can authenticate these.
Give me them.
Karlous, come on up here and tell
me what's real and what ain't.
- We got pair of Jordans right here, a few jerseys.
Ms. Pat, if you look at this Jersey, you see ATL--
- Yeah. - --in the center.
- Yeah. Look again.
It's off-center.
[laughter]
Ms. Pat, these are extremely rare.
- Those rare? - Extremely rare.
- Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
- If you look on the tongue at the Michael Jordan,
you can clearly see his ass cheeks.
[laughter]
I'm not saying these are fake, these are real fake.
[laughter]
- I want to point this out, Ms. Pat.
Before he tried to holler at me and get in my text message
and he wanted a shot, everything was perfectly fine.
When I turned him down, then all of a sudden, all of this
is coming out about the fake clothes.
And I have proof.
- I want to see these text messages.
- Hey, Deray and Carmen, won't y'all read this and act it out?
- Come on, Deray, I'm going to be her.
- All right, bet. - Stop playing, Marco.
A closed mouth don't get fed.
- OK! - Woo!
- Feed me, then.
My mouth open now.
[crowd jeers]
Man, you got some pretty-ass toes, for real, for real.
[laughter]
[crowd cheering]
- Let me tell you, baby, I'm the shit for real.
And I'll be 47 in May.
- How old you think I am?
[laughter]
- Take a bow, take a bow.
- But as you see, he ain't speak of the clothes
nowhere in there.
We never talked about the clothes.
- All right.
Karlous, help me out here.
- Crazy as this sounds, Ms. Pat, I believe him.
He fell for it. She ran game.
She don't owe him no $3,500, though, because he
got what he paid for.
- Mm.
- I think that you can't have your man
out here looking like that. Come on, man.
- Not your man! - That's a man now.
You ain't read the text? They go together.
[laughter]
- Let me say this to you.
I know why you asked for your money back.
You thought you were wining and dining her.
She saw you as a big old butterfly,
and she took your money.
And you didn't get nothing in return.
I don't even know what you want with that little-bitty woman.
You need to be chasing somebody my size.
[laughter]
I've come to my final decision, and I'm going to settle
this once and for all.
I'm ruling in favor of--
[dramatic music]
--the plaintiff, Marco Willis.
Hershee, you are ordered to pay Marco $3,500.
- Yeah, what about pain and suffering?
[laughter] - What?
- Your pain and suffering came from that tight-ass shirt
you got on. [gavel bangs]
I just settled it.
- You are dismissed.
- Don't call my phone.
Don't text me.
Don't text me for nothing.
- Do pass tailor made. - Damn.
- You got on Gochos.
- Yeah, gotch-yo ass.
[laughter]
- He didn't already have the show.
The show came about after I joined
the live-- put your hand down.
- The show is mine, on my platform, on mine.
- Now you already look like Suge Knight.
- Just a good-looking Suge Knight.
[laughter]
- How y'all doing, jury? - Amazing.
- Y'all are like my benchwarmers.
You like to play, but you'll never get an opportunity to.
- I thought you called me a bitch warmer.
- You can take it how you want it, bench, bitch.
[laughter]
Bailiff, can you start bailiffin'?
- This is the case of Sloan versus Ware.
- Plaintiff George Sloan is suing his friend Travis
for $859.87, the amount he says he's owed for co-starring
on their podcast on Instagram.
- Hey. - Hey.
How you doing? - I'm amazing.
- Defendant Travis Ware says that he doesn't
follow this crazy claim.
If they're going to grow an Insta show,
they need to feed it with all their cash.
If George doesn't like that, he can unsubscribe
from their friendship.
- Before we get started, my name is up there.
You see that?
I have the final say in this courtroom.
- Got it.
- I don't want no mess, Fat Joe in the onesie.
- [snickering]
- I don't want no mess, Teddy Pendergraft.
[laughter]
- You sure?
- So, George, tell us why we're here today, sweetheart.
- I'm suing my raggedy, trifling-ass used-to-be-friend,
Travis, for $859.87, for a show that we did on social media.
And I'm here today because I want my money.
- So what your raggedy-ass, busted-ass,
bald-ass friend do to you?
- Let me break it down.
He was on live on social media and I clicked his live.
And he was like, George, come up.
And I joined the live, immediately, views went up.
- Popping. - Popping.
- How many?
- I mean a couple of hundred. - OK.
OK.
- So it went from zero to hero? - It did.
- OK. - It did.
- OK.
Come on, Travis, give me your take on this.
- Well, first and foremost, I'm not paying him nothing.
I don't owe him 880-nothing.
I don't owe him $80.
I don't even owe him the last $8 on my food stamp card.
He'd be better off taking your whip
before he thinks he going to get a dollar out of me.
The show is mine, on my platform, on my Instagram,
on mine.
- How was y'all on the internet?
OnlyFans? - Oh, no.
- Oh, baby, that's on Fridays.
But you know how you hanging out with them
and it's like kitchen table talk stuff you wouldn't
talk around your parents?
That's what the show premise was.
- First of all, it ain't his show.
- It is.
- It's a "we" collective.
There was no show originally.
The show came about after I joined
the live first night, right?
Put your hand down.
That is when we created "The Boys' Room."
And so I started begging the audience to give a donation.
- How did you beg?
- I'm from down South.
I'm from Shreveport, Louisiana, OK?
I grew up in the church.
I begged online like a Black Baptist pastor
from the '80s and the '90s.
- And the 2000s.
- And the early 2000s.
- So did you have a little script
that you read every week? - Uh-uh.
No, I just said, come on.
Come on, send your money, send your donation.
Thank you for your donation.
And so it became a thing.
So every week, even in the comments,
they were like, George, when you going to say
thank you for your donation?
They was begging for it every week.
- Who has a bigger following?
- I.
- George, who begs the most?
- I.
- And you thank the people. - I.
- Because when you have gratitude and you got humility
and you saying thank you, thank you, thank you,
it's going to make more people want to come.
- Preach! Preach!
- Now you already look like Suge Knight.
- Just a good looking Suge Knight.
[laughter]
- So let me ask you this, Travis.
Where is the money?
- The money is still sitting on my Instagram account.
- Let me see your proof. - He comes with lies.
I come with the receipts. - Hello.
- Here you go. Thank you.
- It's giving very fraud.
- Let me get this straight.
You have money in the Instagram you say you cannot get.
- Absolutely.
- I want my money, half of that.
I've been dealing with this for two years.
- Really?
- Travis, did you have a contract?
- We never discussed how much he's
going to get paid to do my show on my platform during my time.
- Youse a lyin' fool.
- What we discussed was that the money
that we would get from the show,
we would use that for the next season
because I believe in branding and building.
In order for us to do season two, we need money.
- TS, help me out.
- Now you know that's the same shit that I went through with
Kyle with "The Queen's Court."
- Now you know this.
- But, Mother, we talk the truth.
- Y'all ain't learned shit from me.
And I don't-- I don't understand.
Y'all need some type of contract.
- Travis, tell me your final remarks
so I can make my decision.
- All I'm going to say is, you know,
I consider George a brother.
I really, really, really do.
However, he's not owed half.
- Anything you want to say for final remarks?
- Pay me my money and ask him to apologize
to me before we leave. - Never going to happen.
- Mm.
- So when you start a business, whatever you make you should
put back in that business.
And let me tell you why I know this because I
used to traffic cocaine.
- Damn.
- I started off with a quarter of an ounce and I kept going.
But had I spent that first $500,
I wouldn't have never made it to that kilo.
He's trying to keep the cocaine going.
[laughter]
OK, y'all, I'm ready to settle it.
I'm ruling in favor of--
Travis. - Thank you.
- That is crazy to me!
- No contract, no check.
Let me tell you something.
I didn't show up in this courtroom
until BET told me what they was paying me.
Don't you ever get another haircut
or put on another funeral home outfit without getting you
a damn contract.
Case closed.
- Thank you for your donation.
[crowd snickers]
- This case is settled.
Get out of my courtroom.
- You know what, Judge?
No other judge has talked about selling a kilo, right?
Nobody has ever broke it down in those kind of terms
to let them understand.
And we respect you for that, Judge.
And we just want to give you round of applause for that.
Wow.
- Ray J-- - Wow.
- --I dare you to shut the [bleep] up.
[laughter]
How do you take somebody for 17 years, Carl?
- I ain't no girlfriend. - Partial fiancée.
- What the hell is a partial fiancée?
- A woman that ain't paid me my $5,000.
[laughter]
- How are y'all doing today, jury?
- I've been injured in a car accident.
- You want to stand in front of my truck and I run you over?
- No further questions.
- Bailiff let's get this party started.
- This is the case of Petty versus Redmond.
You may now enter.
- Plaintiff Carlos Petty is suing his girlfriend
for $5,000, the amount he says he loaned her for a car
but was never paid back.
Instead, he claims she's been blowing cash shopping online.
- Hip-hop Santa in here.
He came in jollier than a mug, huh?
- Yeah.
- Hey, Little Bill, chill out.
[laughter]
- Defendant Nagayla Redmond says it was never a loan.
Her boyfriend is bugging.
They've been together too long for this nonsense
and he's wasting both their time by taking her to court.
- Yes.
- All right, Carlos, tell me why you're here today.
- I'm here, Ms. Pat, to sue my girlfriend, Nagayla,
for $5,000 that I loaned her.
But it's been two years and I ain't seen a damn dime.
- Na-- Na--, Neglegee, let me hear your side.
[laughter]
I mean, Nagayla, let me hear your side.
- He bought me a car.
I didn't really ask for it, but I did say that I was
going to give him the $5,000.
But we've been together for 17 years and we have three kids.
So why should I have to pay him?
- What the hell three kids got to do with $5,000?
- He said, what do three kids got to do with $5,000?
[laughter]
- So let me ask you something, Carlos.
How did y'all meet?
- We dated when we was kids.
And I went away on vacation, she went to college.
- OK. You went to jail?
- Yes, ma'am, I did.
- Sir, that's called jailcation.
- Yeah, jailcation. - Yeah, I've been there.
- You got me.
You know, we've been there, done that.
- OK. Yeah.
- Well, we met again on Myspace in '05.
- Jesus.
- And we've been together since.
- How do you date somebody for 17 years, Carl?
I mean-- - Like, come on, stop.
Ain't no girlfriend. - Well, a partial fiancée.
- What the hell is a partial fiancée?
- A woman that ain't paid me my $5,000 back.
[laughter]
[cheering] Shit.
Simple math.
- Simple math!
- He probably told her he was going to marry
her at least 15 years ago.
- I am going to marry her when she gives me the $5,000 back.
I gave her $5,000 that I had saved to purchase her a ring.
She's driving her ring.
[laughter]
- There you go, Carlos.
You're a smart guy, man.
- Did you promise to pay him back, Nagayla?
- I mean, I did, but stuff comes up at the house.
The kids need this. - Like what kind of things?
- I mean--
- Packages, that's all come up at the house.
- No.
- I sent the video of her opening up the packages,
Your Honor. - Show me the video.
- Oh, you got you a new gift today, huh?
Got you another order in the mail today, uh-huh.
I done caught your ass ordering
and buying shit still, huh?
- That just mean that's her happy place.
I order stuff all night long.
- Me too, Ms. Pat.
I don't see the problem.
- But do you owe your husband $5,000 all night long?
- I don't owe my husband shit.
All jokes aside, I gotta to ask you this, Carlos.
Do you see a future with Nagayla?
- I do.
- What do that look like?
- Even if she don't give me the $5,000 at this point, you know,
what I'd rather do today is--
[dramatic music]
- Oh, my God.
- Y'all are crazy.
- Plaintiff Carlos Petty is suing his longtime
girlfriend, Nagayla, for 5 grand, the cost
of an unpaid car loan.
But Nagayla argues they've been together for 17 years.
That should count for something.
Ms. Pat is about to settle it.
- Do you see a future with Nagayla?
- I love Nagayla.
Don't get me wrong, Your Honor.
I do.
Even if she don't get me the $5,000 at this point, you know,
what I'd rather do today is--
[crowd gasping]
Your Honor, I'm here to ask Nagayla, will she marry me?
[crowd cheering]
- Yes!
[applause]
[cheers and applause]
- We got to hear the answer! We gotta hear the answer!
- Yes. Yes.
[all cheering]
- OK, now do you agree to pay him back?
[laughter]
- Oh my god, that was so sweet.
- It made me cry.
- What made you pick my show to do this on?
- I think because me and you have
the same past in so many ways.
You know, we both have been in trouble, both been
incarcerated before, you know.
And I just feel like, you know, this was the best way to do it.
She has a heart of gold, and she's a damn
good mother to three kids.
[applause]
She raises three geniuses like herself, so.
- That was so beautiful.
I want to cry, but I ain't going to cry.
- Don't mess your makeup up.
- Ms. Pat is cried since Tupac died.
[laughter]
- So I've come to my final decision.
I'm ruling in favor of--
[dramatic music]
--the plaintiff, Carlos Petty.
Nagayla, you're ordered to pay Carlos
$5,000 for the honeymoon.
I now pronounce this settled.
You may kiss your fiancée. - Aw.
- Thank you.
[applause]
- Aw, that was so sweet.
- This is the first engagement to ever
happen in front of a lawsuit.
- All right, see you all.
- It's so sweet.
- Let me just say this.
We get caught up in what society says.
You need to be married.
You need-- no, I don't.
I just need somebody to love me.
That's all you need.
I got a fat dude at the house that treat me like I'm Beyoncé.
[laughter]
- Next time on "Ms. Pat Settles It"--
- I met Shea in Club Fed. - In a federal penitentiary.
- Come on, man.
- You fittin to sue me, I'm suing you, boo.
- Bring it. - Wow.
- I'm here to sue my sister for my wedding cake.
The top layer was stolen.
- Who stole the cake?
- Her ex-boyfriend.
- He ate the whole cake? - Wait a minute.
- What? - Wait a minute!
- He ran up my food delivery account over $1,000.
- But you a chef.
Why are you eating out?
- He's a nude chef.
- Oh, he cook naked!
- Does he have to ask people if they have nut allergies?
[laughter]