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July 14, 2022 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
08:48
Tate on Business Women
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You know what happens when you're a real G?
Thank you.
Bye.
You guys aren't real G's, so you don't know.
I'll tell you what happens when you're a real G. When you're a real G, you end up with all these chicks, right?
And when you have all these chicks, they obviously fall in love with you instantly.
And they fall in love with you completely, and they comply blindly.
They listen to you.
Why wouldn't they listen to you?
You're the best thing they could possibly ever get.
Of course they listen.
And what happens also when you're a real G is that you're here, you're there, you're everywhere.
You're making moves.
You're making money.
You gotta go to Poland.
You gotta go to Warsaw.
Fucking Dubai.
Miami.
Anyone who watches Tate Confidential knows.
I'm all over the place.
So I end up with all these chicks just stuck in their house, sitting there, bored, completely in love with me.
And of course, they don't go out.
They're not allowed out.
Like, oh, Tate's away, so they go out with their friends.
No, no, no, no.
You don't go to the club with your friends.
I don't know what kind of bitch-ass dude is letting his chicks go to the club with her friends without him.
No.
You stay in the house.
You don't go nowhere.
No restaurants, no clubs, nothing.
So because I have all these chicks sitting in their houses and they're bored and I'm going here, there and everywhere making money, they all end up coming up with the same idea.
And their idea is this.
Sooner or later it's a full circle.
They say, well, Andrew, they text it.
They text a nice long text, and they say it in a way like, I'm going to be pleased with what I read.
That's what's actually amazing.
They say, hey, I've got a great idea, heart, heart.
I'm like, what, bitch?
No, seriously, this is such a good idea.
I'm like, what, bitch?
She's like, well, you're always busy working, so why don't I start a business, too, so that I'm not bored while you're away, and we can make more money.
Like, I'm going to, and they expect me to go, yay, yeah, great.
No, I don't need you.
One, I don't even need women to make money.
Why would I want you making money?
For what?
I have unlimited money.
I have so much money.
What I want you to do is just be pleasant and smile and comply and obey.
I want you to be happy all the time.
The last thing I want you doing is fucking making money because we don't need any money.
But worse than all that, you want me to pay to start your business.
That's what this real thing is.
Every single fucking time.
And the worst thing is, women believe in all the crap they see about business online, right?
Like, follow your passions.
If you really believe in your passion, then you'll make money, which is not even true.
That's the worst business advice ever.
Do you think the Chinese billionaire, the concrete billionaire in China, is passionate about concrete?
Do you think he's jerking off over concrete?
Do you think he rubs his face on concrete blocks?
No!
He doesn't give a fuck.
He wants to get paid.
Anyone out here who's actually made any real money knows sometimes you've got to do shit you don't want to do to get paid.
So this whole passion thing is garbage.
If you still believe that, then you should fucking quit business completely.
So because women believe this junk, then they come at you with one of their passions.
And usually, around about 99% of the time, and I know because I've had this exact conversation probably around 100 times with 100 different women, and 99 of them said the same thing.
One of them said pet grooming.
Don't get me started.
The other 99 said beauty salon.
I want to open a beauty salon.
Why do you want to open a beauty salon?
Oh, because, you know, I really like makeup, and I'm really good at makeup, and I watch these things on YouTube about makeup, and my friend Claire is really good at makeup, and I know all these girls who need their makeup done, and it's really hard to get your makeup done properly, and I will be the place you can get your makeup done properly.
It's gonna become called Beauty Elysium, and everyone's gonna come, and they're gonna get their makeup done, and it's gonna be a big, successful business, so I just need you to rent me a building, and put Gucci sofas in, and get me a nice, sexy sign, and cover the whole place in flowers, and spend all your money,
So that I can at 11.45 crawl out of bed with a fucking cappuccino and walk in there with my hair fucking curled like a CEO in a little girl suit and look around at all my customers and all the money I'm making and have them do my makeup and then I'll go off for lunch at 2 o'clock and we'll be millionaires.
Shut the fuck up.
You know, women don't have a clue how fucking business works.
That wouldn't ever work, but this is how it works in their mind.
In their mind, they're gonna have this little cute beauty shop, and they're gonna go there for like 20 minutes, and they're gonna fuck about, and everyone's gonna be laughing.
It's all gonna be funny, ha ha ha, big jokes, like sex in the city episode, and money's gonna come from the sky.
They don't anticipate the fact that Every single organization that is primarily run by females is just a fucking bitch fest anyway.
The staff are going to hate you, bitch.
The staff are going to hate each other.
The staff are going to start stealing customers behind your back because you're never there.
The actual members of staff who are doing the actual work, the fucking makeup, are going to be like, you know what?
That bitch never even comes into her own business.
Fuck this.
Hey customer, I could do the exact same thing at your house cheaper at 7 p.m.
tonight.
You're gonna get famoosed.
You're gonna get famoosed.
Taxes.
You're gonna do the taxes?
What about the fucking fire code?
Where's the fire extinguisher gonna go, bitch?
Oh, you know all about the fucking Gucci sofas.
What about the fire extinguishers?
It is fucking garbage.
And they're looking for your money to pay for it, so they can put their fucking name on it.
Beauty Elysium by Claire.
Claire.
Shut up, Claire.
You swallow muck.
Claire, you literally swallow muck.
What the fuck do you know about business?
Be quiet.
Worst thing about all of this is, every single time the bitch comes at me with this shit, I obviously say no.
Because it's never going to make money.
You think it's going to be some dream because you don't understand business.
It's going to be stress.
It's going to be headache.
No.
The worst thing is, though, I know a lot of millionaires who say yes.
And I've had to stop talking to guys because they agreed to open a business for their chick.
Now, I know you normies are sitting here going, what?
You're gonna stop talking to your friend because he opens a business with his wife?
Yes.
You fucking heard me correctly.
That's exactly what I will do.
Now, you normallos, You normal little peons, you worms, you peasants.
You don't understand why I would do something like that, but I'm gonna explain it to you.
If I'm at a table for dinner and I'm with my friend, I expect us both to be perspicacious, high alert.
Perhaps someone's gonna approach me from behind with a machete with murderous intent, and I want my friend to warn me.
I want him to notice and tell me so I can activate the Aikido and disarm the assailant.
What I don't want is my friend too busy typing on his phone, arguing with his wife over some bullshit business he should have never fucking started to not pay enough attention to protect me.
I roll with guys who are switched on.
And I'm telling you this.
More than sickness, more than natural disasters, female bullshit has wasted more male energy than anything on the face of the planet.
Since the dawn of human time, female arguments have wasted more male energy than anything else you can name.
Every single one of you knows those dudes were sitting there just texting away, arguing with some bitch, not paying attention to the outside world.
Yeah, in a minute, in a minute.
Fuck you, bitch.
I ain't got time for that.
I don't want it round me.
You understand?
So when a guy says, oh, I'm going to open my wife a beauty salon, I can just stop being his friend.
Because I know he is no longer perspicacious.
He's no longer combat ready.
Because he's going to end up arguing with that bitch over that fucking salon.
Every single time they argue.
And they argue because the dude forks up two million.
He builds the sign, Beauty Elysium by Clare.
They have the opening party with the free champagne.
That costs fucking 25 G's.
All her friends come.
Her friends ain't going to pay her to do makeup.
They're her friends.
Boys, men will pay their friend in their friend's business because we understand how business works.
Girls won't.
Girls will go, well, I've known Claire forever.
She should do me for free.
So all her friends want to be done for free anyway.
So all her friends are sitting there drinking champagne.
They're not even fucking customers.
Claire realizes, oh, I don't have any business.
I'm sitting here all day bored.
This is bullshit.
I want to go to lunch.
Disappears on long lunch breaks.
And about three weeks later, the place is barely functioning.
You just spent $2,000,000.
Three weeks later, it's limping along.
And my friend is sitting there on the phone to his fucking bitch.
Why aren't we open?
I spent $2,000,000.
It's Wednesday afternoon, and the place is closed.
And Claire's like, well, Anna couldn't make it in because her kid was sick, and I have a migraine.
What do you want me to do about it?
Bitch.
I gave you two million, now you won't even go to fucking work because of a migraine?
I got punched in the face.
I had 87 professional kickboxing matches.
You want to talk about fucking headaches, you dumb hoe?
There's a reason I don't start these stupid businesses for bitches, because I'd lose my temper with one of them.
I'd set the whole fucking place on fucking fire.
Fuck her and fuck her shit business.
But these dudes don't listen.
These dudes don't understand.
So they end up opening them.
And that's the exact kind of conversations they have.
Exact to the T. The chick just stops trying.
Failing.
She wanted to be a Sex and the City episode.
She wanted to walk in with a little dog and a Frappuccino.
Yeah, my business.
I'm such a successful business lady, like a fucking rom-com.
You're not Julia Roberts, ho.
You're an idiot.
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