Twelve minutes remaining in the challenge! Nic yells out, "Every black woman right now, I got a song for you, but we need donations." He's such a chump. Akil says that Nic relies a lot on his looks to aid his performance. Frank B. puts things a bit more bluntly and says, "Nic is not an emcee, he's a faker. He's rockin' the sauce, jewelry-rise, he's rockin' fake diamonds." First of all, how queer is it that Nic is, like, sporting a cubic zirconia? And second, how intriguing that Frank noticed and apparently did the old "but will it cut glass?" test to verify. Frank says that Nic's pretty-boy shtick is only going to go so far. I hope he is correct. A bystander asks Melissa, Cori, and Nilyne if she can be in the "shorty trio." Heh. Melissa continues to wail in her shrill, shrill voice.
Seven minutes remaining in the challenge! Things are getting desperate, and Yelawolf offers some guy the shirt off of his back for a quarter. He actually takes it off and tries to hand it to the guy who stares, puzzled. Eddie, who is like the missing link on this show, goes up to a guy in a tracksuit and offers to freestyle about his name. The guy's name is Joe Pisero. Eddie busts out with "You see us on the corner to get more dinero/ I'm hollerin' at my name, name Joe Pisero." Well done with the "dinero" rhyme, Eddie. The rest of the lyrics don't actually make much sense, but he does compliment Joe's wife. Joe Pisero, the patron saint of all freestylers, then dumps a $20 in the bucket. When Eddie sees how much money it is, he yells out that Joe is his dawg and gives him a big handshake. Frank B., Nic, and Akil, meanwhile, try to sell sexual favors, but there are no takers. Matthew sings to a family, and is met with the resounding sound of crickets chirping. Nice touch, editors.
Two minutes remaining in the challenge! There is a lot of desperation. Steve the Hard-Ass reconvenes the contestants and counts their money. Jessica, who is on a hustlin' high, yells, "I am a born hustler. I been doin' this since day one and it's never gon' stop. My vocals never fail me, and they ain't gon' fail me now." I wonder if this is foreshadowing. Not so much of Jessica's vocals failing, but of her inevitable crazy breakdown. The results are in and go as follows: in fourth place, Matthew, Marcus and Yelawolf -- whom Steve calls "Michael" -- made $47.45. In third place, Akil, Nic, and Frank B. made $47.55. Cori, Melissa, and Nilyne take second place with $52.45. And the winners by a landslide (thanks in no small part to one Mr. Joe Pisero) are Jessica, Deltrice, and Eddie with a whopping $82.59. Those three really cleaned up. Nilyne says it's impossible to beat someone who knows how to do a backflip, and I have no idea whom she's talking about. The three winners get to take the $229 earned by all of the groups, which they do with relish. They gleefully get ready to go on their date with Missy, while the others look sad about the imminent road chores that they will be doing. Commercials.