8 Mile (2002) - full transcript

Hold on a minute.

- What the fuck?
- Hold on a fucking minute!

Yo, what the fuck?

Quit playing
with your fucking self!
Open the door!

Fuck, man.
Who the fuck is you,
nigga?

Where are you going?

Backstage.
I'm in the battle.

You can't.

I got a stamp on my hand.

Go around front.

Man, you just seen me...



I didn't see nothing.

You just fucking seen me.
I went to the bathroom.

He's got a problem with me.

Shut the fuck up.

He's straight, dawg.

He with you?
Yeah.

Okay. Cool, Future.
But your boy got
an attitude problem.

Come on. You're crazy,
trying to fight bouncers.

The guy's obviously
got something against me.
I go to the bathroom...

Rise above that bullshit.

Hold on, man.

You fucking threw up
on yourself?
Come here!

Hey, Rabbit.
I know you're ready, Rabbit.

- Where you goin'?
- He hurled on his shirt.



Let me see.

Get the fuck off me,
Cheddar.

What are you doing, man?

Come on, it's deal time.

Our clica will be on the map
after you whup some ass
tonight.

Me and Janeane broke up.

What, again?

I left her the car.

Come on, Rabbit.

She said she's pregnant.

She's gonna need the car
if she's pregnant.

I'll need a place to crash.

You going to stay
at your mom's?

Can I get some
fucking privacy here?

All right, come on.

My bad, man.

If something's gonna happen
with this shit,
it needs to happen now.

I feel you.
I know exactly what
you're talking about.

All right, come on, man.
How you feeling?

I feel good.
You feel good?

You sure?
I'm ready.

Ready, baby.
I want to see you
rip that shit, all right?

Let these motherfuckers know,
man. It's all you, baby.
Three One Third.

Your lyrics are shitty
like when I cop a squat

Who told you to fuck
with the mighty Papa Doc?

For stepping onstage
I should rock your knot

Don't get too close
or you might get shot

You need to call your mama
and tell her come get ya

If she knew him,
she could bring your
midget pops with her

I put a hole in your head
Like a 12 gauge

Lookin' like Kris Kross
Jiggity jump yo' ass offstage

I'm a grown man, son
I'll slaughter you

Make your ma wish
her fat-ass aborted you

A lot of hostility
at the end of the 45 seconds.
Let me get the mike.

Open up a little bit.
Let everybody see Future.

How y'all feel
about Shorty Mike?

Kind of mediocre love?

Just all right
for Shorty Mike?

All right,
what about Papa Doc?

All right, Papa,
you go to the next round.

Next up is my man Bunny Rabbit

and Lil' Tic.

Come on,
bring your asses onstage.
We ain't got all day.

All right,
enough of the fanfare.

Heads or tails?
Heads.

Tails. Choose.

You first.

Lil' Tic, set it off.
DJ, 45 seconds.

Spin that shit.

I'ma murder this man!

He's the type to lose
a fight with a dyke

They don't laugh
'cause you wack

It's 'cause you white
with a mic

You're a laughingstock
When will this laughter stop?

When you and Everlast
bitch-ass get popped

You a wigga
that invented rhyme
for money

Watch Lil' Tic spit kick
the Energizer Bunny

Rip the Rabbit head off
Toss it to Hugh Hefner

'Cause I don't play, boy
Tell me who's fresher

LT, that's right
Cock the heat and shoot ya

I'll punish Rabbit
or obsolete Future

My paws love to maul an MC

'Cause he's faker
than a psychic
with caller ID

So that bullshit,
save it for storage

'Cause this is hip-hop
You don't belong,
you're a tourist

Put your hockey sticks
and baseball bat away

This here's Detroit
16 Mile Road is thataway

Whoa, whoa, okay,
45 seconds, very nice.

You did a good job,
Lil' Bitch. I mean,
Lil' Tic. My bad.

All right, next up
is my boy Bunny Rabbit.

Hey, talk that shit
if you want, but I vouch
for this motherfucker.

He's a motherfuckin' genius.

Hit that shit.
Forty-five seconds.
DJ, kick it.

Hey, yo.

Boo!

Where'd y'all
find this nigga at?

Come on, Rabbit!

Come on, Rabbit! Come on!

Choke! Choke!

Yo, Jimmy.

Hold up.

Don't worry about it, dawg.
I'll call you tomorrow.

I got to go back inside.

Stay strong, my brother.

You'll rip 'em next time.

Yep.
Yeah. Next time.

Peace out, Rabbit!

What the fuck?

Oh, shit, Rabbit.

Oh, God.

You okay, baby?

Don't you think you should
have called or knocked
first or something?

Phone's disconnected.

I know that, Rabbit.

I gotta get down
to the phone place
tomorrow.

I've been busy, you know.

Rabbit,
what are you doing here?

How about knocking?

Me and Janeane
just broke up.

I'm sorry, honey.

I thought you had
a good thing
going with her.

She sleeping
with someone else?

No.

I got work
in the morning, so...

You and Future still
at that Little Caesars
in Warren?

No. I'm at
New Detroit Stamping now.
Oh!

That's good. What?

He got fired
from a pizza place.

At least I got a fucking job.

Okay, stop it.

Only ex-cons
and welfare moms
work at that plant.

Baby,

are you staying here
for a while or what?

Just for a couple weeks,
till I can save enough
to get my own place.

Just like Bob Zurowsky.

All your friends
still living at home,
aren't they?

What a bunch of
fucking losers.

Fuck you!

What's your problem?

What's your problem, bitch?
Don't kick my clothes!

Don't fucking judge me!

Why don't you grow up!

Stop it!
It's him, not me!

I've fought guys
bigger than you.

- Fucking punk.
- Stop it!

Hey, Lily.

Hey, baby.
What are you
still doing up?

You woke me up.

Yeah, I'm sorry, baby.

What'd I do?

Go back to bed.

Will you sing to me?

Yeah. Of course I will.
Come on.

I know this girl

Her name is Lily

And it's past her bed

T-I-M-E

She goes to sleep

And she can just dream

And not have to be

In a stinky trailer with me

So when I feel blue

Don't know what to do

I look at you

And I just say

Good night, baby.
Go to sleep.

If you're going to
live here, you have to
get along with Greg.

He started it.

You can't
fuck this up
for me, baby.

You just can't.

Whatever.

No milk.

Can I get
a ride to work
in the morning?

Where's your car?

I left it for Janeane.

You're going to let me
borrow your car?

Nope.

It's your birthday present.

My birthday's not
for two weeks.

I know.

But you're still
my little Rabbit,
right?

I need to get to sleep.

Bunny! What up, doe?

Heard about you and Janeane.

I thought you might
be back home.

This ain't my home.

Why you up so early?

Up, man? I ain't even
been to bed.
I came to talk to you...

I don't got time
to talk right now.
I'm late for work.

Can you give me a ride?

My ma's got the car.

Don't tell nobody
I'm living back here, man.

What happened last night?
I heard you got caught out.

People are saying
fucked up shit.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Why are you still
going to The Shelter?

There's nobody there
but clowns who ain't got
deals and never will.

You need to stay at home.
You know Wink's got you.

Whatever, man.
I'm telling you,
I'm on my way.

I'm taking you with me.
You're the franchise, baby.

The franchise?
Yeah.

I'm taking
a fucking bus
to work.

Look, I was just on the horn
with my man Roy Darucher.

The promo guy?
Yeah.

Roy's all hooked up at 98.

So what's he need you for?

What's he need me for?
Talent, dawg. You know
that's my specialty.

I'm the one that
tipped him on Big O,

and got that fat man
out of flipping burgers
at Mickey D's.

Roy liked what he heard,
paid for the nigga's demo,

and boom, just like that,
Big O got a deal,
all because of me.

Roy paid for Big O's demo?

Every penny.

If they thought Big O was hot,
wait till they hear B-Rabbit.

I'm building an empire
and I'm taking you with me.

You're next.

All right.
All right.

I'll talk to you later.

Call me later, dawg.
Okay.

Up!

Down!

Up!

Down!

What up, Manny?

You was late today, Smith.

Yeah, it wasn't my fault.
My car wouldn't start...

It ain't never your fault.
I don't want to hear it.

I guess this isn't
the best timing, but
I need some extra shifts.

Are you shittin' me?

You just started
working here.
Hey, Dutton.

Is he shittin' me?
What?

You late again
and you're fired.

I'm looking for John Latourno.

I can take you.

I don't think so, Smith.
Right this way.

Thank you.

Big wheels keep on turnin'

Who the fuck is that?

Greg Buehl.

That dude is practically
living with my fucking mom.

They met at bingo.

Wait.

Greg Buehl?

He went to our school, right?

I got to save up some money
and get the hell out of here.

This shit is ridiculous.

Well,
Jimmy moved in
with his mother

'Cause he ain't got
no place to go

Now I'm right back
in the gutter

With a garbage bag
that's full of clothes

Bust it.

You live at home
in a trailer

What the hell you gonna do?

'Cause I live at home
in a trailer

Mom, I'm coming home to you

Break it down.

My name is Jimmy,
his name's Greg Buehl

Me, him and you
we went to the same school

This ain't cool
I'm in a rage

He's tappin' my mom
We're almost the same age

On the microphone,
I drop bombs

Look at this car!
Thanks a lot, Mom

"Here, happy birthday, Rabbit"

"Here's a brand new car,
you can have it!"

A 1928 Delta

This shit won't even
get me to The Shelter

And I can't even
say I'm from Motown

'Cause I'm back
in the 810 now

'Cause I live at home
in a trailer

Mom, I'm coming home to you

You know there's another
battle next week?

I don't want to hear
shit about it.
I'm signing you up.

Man, don't.

Come on, man.
You got to battle!

Future, I'm not you, dawg.

Look at me.
Listen.

Once they hear you,
it won't matter
what color you are.

You win some battles,

Three One Third will have
the street credit we need.

With you and me
as the anchors.

Did you hear that Wink
has been talking
to that promo guy?

Yeah, I heard that bullshit.
Wink is scandalous, dawg.

Could be a shot.

You know I'm trying
to get straight with the Lord,

so I don't like bringing
too much negative
into my positive world,

but Wink is just talking shit.
There'll be no action,
just talk.

Sweet home Alabama

Got a cigarette?

The dude mentally ill?

Car accident, man.

He's supposed to get some
big settlement check
soon or some shit.

Will you hurry up
with that thing?

Try it now.

Give it some gas.

That's what I'm talking about,
baby. We're going out tonight.

Tonight?
Yeah...

Fuck last night.
Okay? Forget it.

What about being
straight with the Lord?

Come on man, it's Saturday.
I can get straight with him
on Sunday.

Hey, B, I got these
new beats, man.

You know how much
I like your mom...

Shit, I really, really like
your mama, Rabbit.

But she did you no favor
when she left you this car.

Fuck you. Get out and walk.

Hey, man, at least
the radio plays.

What's up with this whole
East Coast/West Coast thing?

We got to put
Mo on the map.

Yeah. Talking about the 313.

Man, nobody even knows
Detroit is the 313.

313!

You're from 810, fathead.

We gotta make our own sound.
Fuck everybody else.

Yeah, then we get a deal,
go platinum, get cheesed out,

and get all the bitches!

All the hoes.

Do you think
I have a big head?

Why'd you bring
that damn thing, man?

Oh, man!

Shoot it.

Pinkeye, bitch!

Let me see.

Let me show you motherfuckers
how to shoot something.

Do it, do it.

Okay. Here we go.
Here it is, here it is.

Take the wheel, man.

The gas, too.
I got the gas.

Hey, Rabbit,
get back in the car, man.

- Hit the bus!
- Hit the bus!

Man, give me
my fucking gun.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Oh, shit.

Fuck!

Toss the weed, Cheddar!

Toss the fucking weed!

What the fuck
are you doing?

The fucking car just died.

Oh, come on, man.

I told you stupid-ass niggas
not to be doing this shit.

That rifle ain't mine.
I don't want to go to jail.

Shut the fuck up!

I'm fucking serious.
I get claustrophobic.

You were scared!
You were scared!

No, you were scared,
motherfucker!

Do you know how many abandoned
buildings we have in Detroit?

How can you have pride
in your neighborhood

with shit like that
next door?

Does the city tear them down?

They're too busy
building casinos and
taking money from people.

Shut your preaching ass up.
Nobody care about that shit.

Did you care
when the crackhead
raped that girl?

You think it would've happened
without an abandoned house?

They caught him,
didn't they?

Yeah.

Dumb motherfucker
went back to the house.

How stupid could a nigga be.

What's happening
under that hood?

It's a just a short.
Chill out.

I ain't getting back
in that piece of shit.
It's a death-trap.

I think Jimmy's mom's
trying to kill him.

Yeah, she's so goddamn fine,
she could kill me.

Don't be saying shit
about my mom or
my fucking car, man.

I hear everything.

He a ninja now.

B-Rabbit!

Okay,
it's about time.

Money under the hood
Money on the mic

Freaky girls, here we come

Yo,
let me get a light, DJ.

Oh, shit.
What the fuck's
going on out here?

What's up, man?
You all right?
I'm cool.

You sure?
Yeah.

You the man, Rabbit.

My voice spits
the fiery reign

Try and refrain

Come on, baby,
it's redemption time.
Come on, man.

I be the nigga
in The Shelter
Eyein' your chain

313 area
Bomb and bury you
with vengeance

My rhyme sentences
will end your resistance
with a rigorousness

Niggas,
I'm serious, delirious
'Cause a curious

Pause the fury 'cause

Throw my jaws
from devouring y'all raw

Three One Third,
we in the house.
Mac Mitten's finest.

DJ Iz, let me get that beat,
baby. Give me that beat.

Hip-Hop Shop, baby.
- Come on.

You forced
to listen to the individual,
the metaphysical

The Mac Mitten rhyme ritual
Heterosexual

Syllables sound complex to you
Lines perplexing you

With words that put
a hex on you
Snap that neck on you

Murder you, boil you
We keep a white boy or two

Let my man grab the mic
See how Bunny Rabbit do

Come on, man.

Come on, man.
Kick that shit, baby.
Come on.

Come on.

Watch that nigga
kick this shit.

Speed it up
a little bit, Iz.

Come on, baby.

All right, look. Yo. Yo.

Your style's generic
Mine's authentic made

I roll like a renegade
You need clinic aid

My technique's
bizarre and ill
I scar and kill

You were a star until
I served you
like a bar and grill

As I cook and grill ya
That's all it took to kill ya

You better recognize me
like I look familiar

Want to battle?
You beat around the bush

Like you're scared
to lick pussy
so you eat around the tush

I need a clown to push
Someone I can bully

Wait, I don't think
you understand fully

Me without style
Is like mustard without Heinz

I lead the new school
You're a Busta
without the Rhymes

I'll crush the shit
out your lines

I'm the Da Sheki Smokin'
da leaky leaky

Ten freaky girls
inside the Chin Tiki

Girl, when you see me,
You better believe me

This ain't a game
And pimpin' ain't easy

Anything goes
when it comes to hoes

I'm the kingpin
when it comes to flows

You better ask someone
if you don't know

When you see me, girl
say "What up, Doe?"

Ten freaky girls

Ten, ten, ten freaky girls

Shit. Look, man.

Listen up now.

Leadaz Of Tha Free World
in the motherfuckin' house.

Me and Papa Doc
will battle any
motherfuckers here.

Yeah.

Told you
they were talkin' shit.

Fuck Tha Free World.

Yeah.

Fuck Tha Free World!

Fuck Tha Free World?

You Three One Third
bitches is wack.

Yo, fat-ass!

Talking about your man Sol

I kick you in the chest
Pork chops fall out
your asshole

You cats is pussy
Soft like wet flowers

Leadaz Of Tha Free World
Here to smash you cowards

Look at Future...
Don't start, nigga.

What are you
going to do,
faggot?

Who you calling a faggot?

Don't play yourself, bitch.

Hold on. Yo, Elvis.
You don't want to
step to this.

You need to take
that white ass rap
back across 8 Mile.

Caught your choke act
at The Shelter last night.

Oh, shit!

What are you doing?
Put the shit down.

Come on.

Pull out!

Be cool.
Chill, chill.
Come on.

Yo, Iz, it's cool.
It's cool.

Yo, come on, man.
Let's go.

Come on.
I should fuck you up,
Cheddar.

What the fuck
were you thinking?
"Fuck Tha Free World?"

Future said it!

It's at the Hip-Hop Shop.
Leadaz Of Tha Free World.

Hip-Hop Shop,
Wednesday night.
Come on down.

It'll be your
only opportunity to
blow both of us.

After we go platinum,
you won't be able to
get to me and Future.

Why do they call you Future?

I had a lot of names,
the most conceited kind.

I was Maximum, Brimstone,
Godfather D, Devastatin' D.

Big D, that has
a double meaning.

But none of them worked,

till I started
hosting the battles
at The Shelter.

One day somebody said,
"You know what? You are the
future of hip-hop in Detroit."

So you see, baby,

sometimes you got
to find your name
and other times,

your name finds you.

Want to smoke some ganja?

That's our problem.
If we don't respect
our sisters, who will?

We're doing it to ourselves.

He's my brother.
He don't like pussy.

Rabbit, teach me to write
rhymes. That's how to get
the ladies, right?

Let me out.

Hold on. Yo, I'm sorry, dawg.

I didn't know Papa
and LC were on their
bullshit until tonight.

I wouldn't be with them,

except I'm promoting a show
with them at Hip-Hop Shop.

Those Free World bitches?

See what I'm talking about?

Look, they're just
one of the acts.

If you want, I'll step out.

You're my friend.
I don't want you mad.

Man, do what you want to do.

Yeah, do what you want to do.

Respect yourself, sister.

God damn.
Don't you ever
shut up?

Why you got to push me?

Damn, Future.

What the hell is his problem?

Future?
Yeah.

He thinks sometimes
you talk shit.

Who's he to say what's real?
'Cause he hosts the battles?

Ain't that Janeane?

I thought
she was pregnant.

Pregnant?

I'm out.
I'll be outside.

By myself.

Here's your chance,
girl. Go ahead.

You're Jimmy Smith, Jr.

My name's Alex.

You find the guy
you was looking for?

What guy?

At the plant.

That was my brother.
I was borrowing a car.

I hear you're
a real dope rapper.

A "dope" rapper?
Yeah.

Who told you that?

You know, it's around.

If you're so dope,
why are you at
Dead End Stamping?

Your brother works there.

My brother's a loser.

And you?

I work at intermezzo,
saving enough
to get out of here.

Bussin' dishes is much better
than pressing bumpers.

I won't be there long.

Where are you going?
New York.

I won a modeling contest.

A judge said he'd help me out.
I just have to get
a book together.

What if he ain't for real?

All I'm looking for
is a ticket.

Rabbit! You and your friend
want to bounce to an
after-hours spot?

"Rabbit."

Let me ask my friends.

Where are we going?

My house.

What about your mom?

Working nights.

That's the after-hours spot?

Heck, yeah.

Can some of us
ride with you?

Why do they call you Rabbit?

He's fast
and likes to fuck a lot.

Get your hand off my balls!

Why are you being so ignorant?

Jimmy!

What's wrong with you?

My bad, you guys.

Are you signed?

Not yet, but I'm working on
something for him.

He'll record a demo at MCA.

Really?

Yeah, but I was...

if you want to see Jimmy flow,
come to the battle
at The Shelter.

He's the best!

Shut up.

When is it?
Friday night.

Yeah?

Can I come?

I'm not battling
next Friday, dawg.

You will if she's there.

You want to be the man.

All right. Just don't push.

We all need to be
pushed sometimes.

My bad. I'm sorry.

You gonna let him
push you?

You can't catch me
and you never will!

Out of my way,
freaky girl!

- Wipe your feet.
- Hey, wipe your feet!

You like?

She's getting out
of the D, though.

Negro, please.
That's what they all say.

No, I think she's different.

That chick really blew
both you guys?

I'm a sinner, James.

Come to church with me
in the morning.

I saw you talking to Papa Doc
in the Chin Tiki.

How do you know him?

You mean Clarence?

He went to Cranbrook
with Christine's brother.

You want to dance?

Not right now.

Fucking Wink.

Trying to keep us in division
with that fake-ass Big Willie
wannabe talk.

Nothing wrong
with a free demo.

Free comes with
a dick up your ass.

Three One Third is real.
What Wink is talking
about is wack.

Another example
of people's needs
being denied by the city.

The media should
be all over this.

It'll happen again.
The city don't give a fuck.

What is he
talking about?

The abandoned house
where the girl got raped.

It's called an
"attractive nuisance."

It wouldn't still be
standing if it were on
the other side of 8 Mile.

It could have been Lily.

Burn this shit down
to the ground.

That's what I mean.

Fuck, yeah, man!

Burn this fucking thing down!

This is the definition
of an attractive nuisance.

Come on,
let's burn this bitch.

Right behind you.

That's what I mean.

I thought
I had matches.

You got my lighter?

- I gave it back to you.
- I got one.

Wait,
what are you doing?

No!

What the fuck, you guys!

I'm gonna
fuck you up,
Cheddar!

Burn!

Hey! I burned the house down!

The roof, the roof

The roof is on fire

We don't need no water
let the motherfucker burn

Burn, motherfucker, burn!

It's almost beautiful.

When I was little,
I wanted to live
in a house like this.

You know, how it used to be.

You live with your family?

I got out of there
as quick as I could.

I left home when I was 17.

What about you?

Sort of the same.

When you record your demo,

I'd really love to be there.

Hey, girl!
ls it hot enough for you?

You're going to be great.

I got a feeling about you.

Let's go, Alex.

I'll see you.

See you.

Cheddar,
bring your ass on! Come on!

Pesky mosquito!

Let's see.

Oh, yeah.
"And the mirror said,
'Not you, Queenie."'

Shit!

What's wrong?

We're being evicted.
God damn it!

Come on, Mom.
Not in front of Lily.

I can't let Greg find out.

Fuck Greg.

I'm three months late.

We got 30 days
to get the money.

"We?"

if you want to live here,
you got to start chipping in.

Where's Greg's
settlement check?
Get the money from him.

I can't.

He's going to ask me and Lily
to move away with him.

Some place nice real soon.
I can't freak him out...

Mom, stop living
your life like this!

If you cared about Lily,
you'd get a job
and quit fucking around.

I got to go.
I'll be late for work.

What are you doing
with your life that's
so great, Rabbit?

Wink's working on a deal

where I can get
free studio time

to record my demo.

Yeah.

Right.

Bye, baby.

Alex Latourno
Hotter than an inferno

Hotter than a crack house

Burn internal

Up!

Down!

Why does Manny give me
so much shit all the time?

Maybe because
you give him reason to.

Stick to the plan, man.

Just do your work
and shut the fuck up.

Up!

Down!

Why haven't you called?

Janeane, I can't talk here.
You'll get me fired.

I'm your girlfriend.

No, you're not.
We broke up.
I'll call you later.

You just left without
saying a word.

I left you the car.

Was it 'cause I said
I was pregnant?

I know why you said
that bullshit.

You have to go.
I didn't know
what else to do.

Tell me why you left
and I'll leave you alone.

It's not you, okay? It's me.
It's my shit. I had to go.

Why?

What are you running from?

Nothing!

Would you just go!

Everyone's calling you
a loser from the other night.

Who is?

Everybody's talking about it.

How you froze up
and got booed offstage.

Fuck you! Go home.

What was that all about?

Sorry, Manny. It wasn't my...

It won't happen again.

Good. Don't be
bringing that shit
around here.

Now get back to work.

Rakim was
the first rapper
with complex lyrics.

But as far as beats
and lyrics go,
Biggie is the bomb.

I can't believe y'all
talk about complex shit
and leave out 2Pac.

Fuck 2Pac!

Nigga, you crazy?
Pac's the only lyrical
motherfucker out there!

He's right.
His shit has emotion.

What about the Beasties?

Fuck them.

How can you even
bring them in the mix?

They bust some serious shit.

Those white boys are
more like busters
on serious shit.

I won't bump no Beasties.

But it's always easier for
whites to succeed in a black
man's medium. Right, B?

Word up. It's true.

- What are you doing, man?
- Rabbit!

Oh, shit.

- Don't worry, Rabbit.
- I got your back!

Hey, what's up, B?

You want to fuck with us?

Get off me.

What the fuck you gonna do, motherfucker?

Come on, man!

Let him go.

You want to fuck with us?

Fuck with us, yeah?

What the fuck are you doing?
Where'd you get that shit?

It's my mom's.

Put it away
before you fucking
kill somebody!

Papa Doc had one!

Put it away!

Man, put it down.

Come on.

Okay.

Fuck, man.

Oh, shit!

What the fuck?

Oh, shit!

Let's get out of here.

Shit!

We got to
get him to a hospital.

- Where are the keys?
- Get the car!

I got to put pressure on it.
Try not to think about it.

My God. He shot
his fucking dick off.

Did I?
Man, shut the fuck up!

Take Gratiot to McDougal.

I live here, too.

I know
how to get there!
Then do it!

Rabbit's going to
teach me to write rhymes.

What were you
doing with a gun?

What were you doing
with those fuckers?

I have a show with them!

Calm the fuck down, y'all!

MC Bob.

What?
MC Bob.

What do you mean?

Is that a good name?

What's wrong
with Cheddar Bob?

I like MC Bob. Right?

Yeah. MC Bob.

I got that fat man
out of Mickey D's.

Roy's going to interview him
at JLB and I'll be there.

It's gonna be on!

The doctor said
he hit an artery,
but he'll be okay.

That's good, man.

Where were you?

Praying. ls he all right?

Let's go, man.

Wink told us how he got in
with Roy Darucher.

That shit's hot, man.

He's doing
an interview down at JLB.

Why are you listening
to this clown?

What?

You heard me. Clown.

Why you
got to be like that?

This is a good deal
for him. It's for real.

It's for real?

Like the time you said
your cousin worked
for Dr. Dre?

Or the time you were
real tight with the intern
in Russell Simmons' office?

Or how about...

Shut the fuck up!

Why are you always
giving me shit?

Is it because
I'm making moves?

Or because your ass is stuck
hosting battles for two years.

You're a fucking loser.

Who are you calling...

Yo, chill!

What the fuck?
How can you fight
about this shit now?

I know what you're trying
to do to our group.

Suck a dick!

You little bitch!

Back down!

Cheddar's in the hospital
and you fight about this?

So fucking stupid!

Forget this car, B.

I'll give you a ride
to work in the morning.

I'm afraid you've
made a mistake.

I don't have
any colored girl
in my class.

There's Sarah Jane.
There's my baby.

You mean Sarah Jane Johnson?

Yes, ma'am. I'm Mrs. Johnson.

- Sarah Jane?
- I brought you these...

You win at bingo tonight?

No.

You record your demo yet?

What happened to you?

Cheddar Bob had an accident,
but he's fine. I'm fine.

You and your friends.

Mom, don't start, please.

It's been a long
fucking night.

Tell me about it.

Me and Greg
are having problems.

He found out
about the eviction?

No.

The settlement check
ain't coming.

No, it's coming.

It's our sex life.

I don't want to
hear this shit.

I mean, it's good.
It's real good.

But he won't...

I don't want
to hear this!

Greg won't go down on me.

Mom!

Hey, Sol.

Ever wonder at what point
you got to say, "Fuck it"?

When you got to stop
living up here and
start living down here?

It's 7:30
in the morning,
dawg.

Thank your mom
for the car.

All right.

I'm getting
so sick and tired of
fucking with this steel

They only give us 30 minutes
to eat lunch and chill

My body aching
just to get a buck

I'm sick of eating shit
off this fucking lunch truck

Nasty-ass food
I'm in a nasty-ass mood

Should have called in sick
Shit, I had somethin' to do!

I can't believe
I'm hearin' all this
ravin' and rantin'

From Vanessa up here
at New Detroit Stampin'

Need to get your food
and take your ass back to work

You're dreamin' if you think
them corny-ass raps'll work

Look at y'all standin' here
freezing like dumb-fucks

Rappin' and waitin' for food
off this raggedy lunch truck

Who want what?
Who pumped up
to get rolled up?

I spit venom
in every direction
Soak some up

Look at this fat-ass nigga
Sloppy sucka

You a ugly motherfucker
Your pops should've
wore a rubber

Stop rhyming
Keep your day job, Vanessa

Next time leave that bullshit
home on the dresser

Speakin' of dresses
Take a look at Paul
the fruitcake

When you travel
you pack panties
in your suitcase

Made out of lace
from Victoria's Secret

if 10 men came in a cup,
you'd probably drink it

Okay, folks
Enough with the gay jokes

Especially from a gay,
broke bitch yourself

Eh, loc?

His style's doo-doo

You've worked here
longer than me and I get
paid more than you do

Dawg, take a seat

Why's this guy
standing in line?
He ain't got money to eat

Check this out
Yo, yo

He cashed his whole check
And bought one Ho Ho

Fucking homo, little maggot
You can't hack it

Paul's gay
You're a faggot

Least he admits it,
don't even risk it

This guy's starving to death
Someone get him a biscuit

I don't know
what they told you, Mike

You musta had them cornrows
rolled too tight

This job
You want to quit,
but you can't

You've worked
at this plant so long
You're a plant!

Look at your god damn boots

For Christ sakes
They're starting
to grow roots!

On this mic, you get faded

You look like a pissed-off
rapper who never made it

Hey, why you fuckin'
with the gay guy, G?

When really you're the one
who's got the HIV

Man, I'm done with this clown
He's soft

Fuck it
I'll let homegirl
finish you off

A guy like you would
never get a real woman

Jackass, go jack off
That's the only way you comin'

Looking for your brother?

I was.

You want to do
something tonight?

Are you asking me
out on a date,
Jimmy Smith, Jr.?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Why don't you take me
somewhere now?

Come on.

Where are we going?

You were so good outside.

In line at the lunch truck?

And at the Chin Tiki
the other night.

And that demo thing
with Wink.

You're going to get
a deal soon.

I feel it.

You was in the parking lot
the other night?

My friends think you're crazy.

Your friends
don't even know me!

Ain't nobody here.

I can't believe
he got sent home already.

No insurance,
the medical establishment
will fuck you.

Where else would he be?

Just thank God he's alive.

No, thank God
he didn't shoot
his dick off.

That's why brothers
need to get a deal.

Record labels supply
niggas with benefits.

Dawg, we get a deal,
you can take
the fucking benefits.

We'll have Bentleys
and Benjamins,
not Blue Cross.

I don't give
a fuck about that.

I just want to hear
Three One Third on the box.

One of them songs on JLB.

We need to save,
put it into savings bonds,
and build our own studio.

- Savings bonds?
- Let me ask you something.

How are we brothers?

We need fine bitches
and phat rides,
not savings bonds.

All we ever do is talk shit!

"We need fine bitches
and phat rides."

"We need to invest
in savings bonds."

"We need to get
our songs on JLB."

Shut the fuck up!
And we never do shit.

We're still broke
and live at home
with our moms.

I'm out of here.
Catch you later.

Get your mad,
rambling ass in the car.

I hope you get
a new ride soon, Rabbit.

Maybe for that
birthday tripping ass.

I'll call your mama.
See what I can work out.

I got shotgun, Shabba.

Get in the back,
Farrakhan.

Why are you pretending
to be asleep?

I seen you
out the window,
Bob.

I didn't feel like talking.

Why not?

I didn't want them
making fun of me.

You know what
I'm saying, Rabbit?

Yeah.

You do?

MC Bob.

Like you see
in magazines.

What up?

Hey, Rabbit.
Where have you been?

You call him Rabbit, too?

I gave him that nickname.

Stop it.

I did, when he was little.

He had buckteeth
and big ears.

He was so cute.

Like a little rabbit.
Right, baby?

I got good news.

You brought her
to my mom's?
What the fuck?

I invited her to my show.
She said we had to
come get you.

What was I supposed to do?

I've been helping Al
find a photographer
for her book.

All she keeps saying
is how much she likes you.

Damn! Now check this, dawg.

I heard from my man Roy
today that he's gonna be
at JLB tomorrow night

for the interview with Big O.

So what?
So what?

I told him about your skills!
I said, "Rabbit's your man."

He said, "Bring him down.
Let me see what he can do."

if it goes well, you could be
flowing at 54 Sound next week.

Can you get your shit
together in time?

I can do it.

My bad, man.

No problem, dawg.

Big time, Jimmy.

Why'd you take off?

I don't really live here.

So? Why'd you take off?

I just...

Don't be embarrassed
about where you live.

I don't live here.

What's up with you and Wink?

He's helping me
get my book together.

Using his connections.

Same way he's helping you out.

So...

You have to stay home tonight?

Yeah, I should

work on some songs
for my demo.

Okay.

Your mom's getting evicted.

It says right here.

"Tenant must vacate
the premises due to
non-payment of rent."

You know about this?

Morning.

Sweetie, you want cereal?

I was talking to
your precious son about
this eviction situation.

Did you plan on informing me?

Honey, that's a mistake.

You're a fucking liar.
Hey, man!

Stay out of this, Rabbit.

Don't worry.
I'm taking care of it.
Don't.

Fuck, man!
What is your problem?
Don't touch my mother!

Stay out of it!

I'm out of here.
I can't go out with
someone like you.

You gonna let him
say that to you?

With two homeless kids.

Motherfucker!

Rabbit!

Jimmy! Please!

Stop it!

Stop!

Fuck you!

Rabbit, stop!

- Fuck you!
- Stop it!

Oh, my God. Lily.

Come here, baby.

It's okay.

Come here, baby.

It's okay.

It's over, baby.

What up, dawg?

Alex just called.

I got a friend to take
pictures of her
when she gets off work.

She needs a ride,
that's why she called.
Can you drive?

I'll drive.

The others will
be here soon.

Sol's mom's dropping them off.
I hear you're battling
tomorrow.

I'm doing what?

Someone told me Future
signed you up at The Shelter.

Who told you that?

What up?

Wipe your feet.

Nobody's wiping
their feet for your
junky basement.

Where your mama at?

Working.

Dear mama!

Tell her to hang
this shit upstairs.

Did you sign me up
to battle tomorrow night?

You heard me.
Don't play fucking
stupid. Did you?

Papa Doc won last week,
so he'll be defending
his title.

You got to take it from him!
You win battles,
you get respect.

I don't give a fuck!

I'm sick of you thinking
you know what's best!

You ain't my fucking father!
I'm a grown man.

Look, Jimmy...
"Look, Jimmy" nothing!

Fuck you! I told you
not to sign me up!

So you want to fight me now?

You ain't the future of shit.
You're just David
fucking Porter.

Hey, come on, fellas.

You know what?

Do what the fuck
you want to do.

I don't give a shit any more.

I really fucking don't!

You coming
to JLB tonight?

I don't know, man.

I look like crap.

If I knew it was today,
I wouldn't have gone
drinking after the show.

I can reschedule.

No, I'll do it.

You will?
I'll always do it.

When will we see
your pictorial
in a magazine?

Pictorial's in Playboy.
In fashion, it's editorial.

Shut up, Frederick Douglass.

It's for her book,
so she can get a job.

That's one book
I'd definitely read.

It'd be the only one.

Don't forget this.

Thanks, guys.

Want me to come up?

That's okay.

Mom.

Mom, come on, get up.

Come on.

Greg left me.

Damn!

Get up.

It's okay, Lily.

It's okay, honey.

His settlement check
came in.

His settlement check came in.

And now that he's got money,

he can't be with somebody
like me any more.

It's Thursday.
I got to go to bingo.

Maybe he'll be there.

You ain't going nowhere.
You're better off without him.

Stop it!
It's your fault
he left me!

You ruined it!
You fucked it
all up for me!

Who's gonna want me now?

Where are we gonna live?
We don't have any money!

We don't have anything!
What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

What are you gonna do?
Lily's out there by herself!

Why do you have
to be like this?
What'd we ever do to you?

Get the fuck out of here!
Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

- Come on, baby.
- Put your coat on.

We're going next door, okay?

We're getting out of here.

What floor is JLB on?
Twenty-eighth.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

When we look at Big O,
what are we looking at?

- I'm giving you poverty, slums.
- That's where I'm from.

So I put it all in the music.

I'm looking for Wink Harris.

Who?

He should be here
with Roy Darucher.

I think they're all
in Studio B.

Thank you.

I did anything
I could for free,
just for the exposure.

No doubt. Big O,
big ups and congratulations,
playboy player.

You finally got
your record on the radio.
How do you feel?

- Much love, man.
- I want to thank you and WJLB

for looking out
for me like that.
That was much love.

I'm just trying to put
Detroit, the East Side,
on the map, you know?

We're gonna do it
for real, man.

I hope we'll get a pipeline
through here, and the industry
will look at us and sign us.

We'll all be eating.

Stop it!

I've seen you
flippin' burgers!

Yeah, I did that.

I thought I recognized
your face. I know you been...

Stop it! Please,
Jimmy, stop!

How long you been
in the game?

Roughly 15 years.

It's an honor for me
to come on and
have you do this for me.

I really appreciate it.

No problem.

We're here to represent the D,

take care of our artists
and take care of home.

I hope you have
a successful career 'cause
I know you're puttin' it down.

You represent
real hard for the 313.

I'm doing it for y'all, man.

This is for Detroit,
313, baby! Love!

Thank you,
Mrs. Helgeland.

Any time.

Have a good night.

You have fun?
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, I know.

I want you to go inside
and lock the door, okay?

Listen to me.

Go in, lock the door
and I'll be in in a minute.

Okay.
Okay, go.

Go!

What up, bitch?

Ready to get
knocked out, dawg?

Wink said you lived
in a trailer with your mom.

But we didn't believe him.

Come on, Elvis. Get up.

Get up, bitch.

Get your faggot
ass up and fight!

What? What the fuck
you looking at?

Jimmy!

Get the fuck up.

Stop it!

Fight me,
you punk-ass bitch!

I could end your shit
right now and nobody
would even miss your ass.

No, no. Don't do this.

Come on.

He's done.

Free World, motherfucker.

Don't forget to come
to The Shelter tomorrow night.

- You little faggot.
- I mean, little Rabbit.

Jesus.

What happened to you?

I fell.

You fell?

I fell.

Come on in.
I'll make you
something to eat.

What?

I'm your mother.

I want to make you
something to eat.
What's the big deal?

I thought you wanted me out.

You want the fucking pancakes?

What's gotten into you?

We're not getting evicted.

Why not?

I went to bingo.

And I won!

$3,200!

You're kidding me.

Nope!

Our luck's finally
changing around here.

Did you mean it
about doing the demo
with Wink?

No.

I'm gonna do it on my own.

You know, Rabbit,
I think that's the best way.

Hey, Smith!

Hey, Smith!

Are you all right?

I fell down some steps.

You been doing
much better here.

Still want the extra shifts?

Yeah.

You got them.
I need you to work tonight.
I'm a man short.

Tonight?

Is that a problem?

No problem.

Good.

Get back to work.

Manny!

Thanks.

What up?

Shit. Waiting on
this slow-ass ride.

What are you still doing here?

Someone's sick,
so I'm filling in.

She ain't waiting on me.

I'll be back.

What do you want?

I wanted to say goodbye.
I'm going to New York.

Yeah? And...

Can I give you a ride
or something?

No, I'm cool.

I'm working overtime.

Saving up for
something special?

Yeah, studio time.

Good.

Good for you.

I was hoping to see you
at The Shelter tonight.

But, if you're afraid...

I ain't afraid of them guys.

I didn't say you were.

Bye.

Paul, would you mind
covering for me
for a couple hours?

I can do that.

Thanks, man. I owe you.

It's Rabbit! Hey!

Rabbit, wait up!

What's up, man?

What happened to you?

- You straight?
- Look at your eye.

I'm fine.

Wink said you blew up
'cause Roy Darucher said
no to your demo.

He also said crazy shit
about him and Alex.

We gonna jump
those guys again?

Fuck that.
I'm gonna battle them.

For real?

Yeah.

You guys coming or what?

Cheddar,
I can rip you to a shred

Cheddar cheese
There's not a
better MC than me

I'm B-Rabbit, bitch

Sting like a bee,
float like a butterfly

What am I?
So what if I cut a guy?

Did I s-s-stutter, guy?

Leave you punch drunk
From lunch truck to Shelter

You never felt the wrath
of Helter Skelter

Melt ya, got the belt
for the welterweight champ

You got in with a fake stamp

Garbage bag full of clothes
Still pullin' ho's

Rip you from head to toe
From leg to bullet hole

Next gun, pull it slow

Aim at Tha Free World
'fore you let it go

Instead of,
"Oh, I just shot
my dick head!"

Yes, you do got a big head

I can't call it
Cheddar, where's your wallet?

You're so drunk,
you can outdrink
the "Alkaholiks"

Make 'em say, "Damn,
Cheddar's the man!"

He needs a can
surgically removed
from his hand

You again?

It looks like a handicap
convention in here.
Crippled motherfuckers.

Don't shoot!

Yo, let's get
the fuck out of here.

I need to get
some privacy, guys.

Can I come?

Hey, man,

I apologize for...
Stop it.

Don't do it.

I didn't even trip.

Just make sure

you flip the script
on this shit tonight.

You understand me?

Thank you.

It's on tonight, Rabbit.

Let's do it.
Let's do it.

All right, all right!

How y'all feeling out there?
You feeling all right?

All right!
Next up is LC,
Lyckety-Splyt...

Slaughter him.

...And my man B-Rabbit.
B-Rabbit, where you at?

B-Rabbit,
come to the stage!

Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?

Where's he at?
They're calling you!

You drew Lyckety-Splyt
in the first round.

You okay with that?

Yeah.

I don't give a fuck who it is.

Okay.

Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?

Come to the stage.
You got everybody waiting.

It's gonna be blazin'
in this bitch tonight.

We got a lot of dope rappers,
and at the end of the night,

one will battle
last week's winner,
Papa Doc.

This shit will be
off the hook,
so stick around.

Come to the stage, Rabbit.
Come to the stage!

B-Rabbit, where you at?
There he is. Come on.

Make way for the Rabbit.
Let him through.

Let the artist get to
the motherfucking stage.

Come on, B-Rabbit.

Let him up.

You good?

Choose.

Heads.

You got it.

I'll go first against
this choke artist.

You got enough confidence.
Do your thing!
Forty-five seconds.

Spin that shit!

Free World, nigga.

I'll tell you something

Check this out

This guy's a choke artist
You catch a bad one

You better off
shootin' yourself
with Papa Doc's handgun

Climbing up this mountain
You're weak

I leave you lost
without a paddle
Floating up shit's creek

You ain't Detroit, I'm the D
You the New Kid on the Block

'Bout to get smacked
back to the boondocks

Fucking Nazi,
your squad ain't your type

Take some real advice
Form a group with Vanilla Ice

What I tell you,
you better use it

This guy's a hillbilly
This ain't Willie Nelson music

Trailer trash
I'll choke you
to your last breath

Have you look foolish
like Cheddar Bob
when he shot himself

Silly Rabbit,
I know why you called that

You follow Future
Like he got carrots
up his ass crack

When you acted up,
You got jacked up

Left stupid like Tina Turner
when she got smacked up

I'll crack your shoulder blade

You'll drop so hard
Elvis'll turn in his grave

I don't know why
they let you out in the dark

Take your white ass
across 8 Mile
to the trailer park

Okay, okay.

Very nice, very nice.
Let me get the mike.

Pretty good. Hip-hop 101.

Bunny Rabbit,
it's your turn, baby.

Forty-five seconds.

Let this motherfucker feel it!

DJ, spin that shit!

Come on, Rabbit!

Don't choke this time.

All right, look.

He's choking!

Hey, yo

This guy raps
like his parents jerked him

He sounds like Erick Sermon
The generic version

This crowd looks suspicious

It's all dudes here,
except for these bitches

So I'm a German, eh?
That's okay

You look like a fuckin' worm
with braids

These Leadaz Of Tha Free World
rookies

Lookie
How can six dicks be pussies?

Talkin' about shit's creek?

You could be up piss creek
with paddles, this deep

You're still gonna sink

You're a disgrace

Yeah, they call me Rabbit
This is a turtle race

He can't get with me,
spittin' this shit

Wickedly lickin' these shots

To spiggy, spiggity
split lickety

Now I'm gonna turn around
with a great smile

And walk my white ass
back across 8 Mile

Say no more!
That's what
I'm talking about.

It's unanimous!

Bunny Rabbit goes
to the next round!

Lyckety, tell your mama
I'll be over later.

She can save me a plate.

You killed him. Good shit.
That's what
I'm talking about.

Hold up, hold up.

Next up, we got

Ox and Strike.
Come to the stage,
motherfuckers.

Yo, Rabbit!

Okay,
B-Rabbit. Call it.

Heads.

Heads. Choose.

Lotto, it's on you,
baby. You first.

Don't matter.
DJ, spin that shit!

He's always
taking his shirt off.

I'm gonna
smash this bastard.

Free World in
the motherfuckin' house.

It's time to get
rid of this coward
once and for all.

I'm sick of this motherfucker.

Rip him, Lotto!
Rip him, baby!

I'll spit
a racial slur,
honky Sue me

This shit is a horror flick

But the black guy
doesn't die in this movie

Fuckin' with Lotto
You got to be kiddin'

That makes me believe
you've no interest in livin'

You think these niggas
gonna feel the shit you say?

I got a better chance
joining the KKK

On some real shit, though?
I like you

That's why I didn't want to be
the one you commit suicide to

Fuck Lotto
Call me your leader

I feel bad I gotta murder
that dude from
Leave it to Beaver

I used to like that show
Now I'm in fight-back mode

Oh, well
if you got to go,
you got to go

I hate to do this
I'd love for this shit to last

I'll take pictures
of my rear end
So you won't forget my ass

All's well that ends okay

So I'll end this shit with
"Fuck you,
but have a nice day!"

Whoa, okay, okay.

Can't be mad, can't be bad.

You killed that
fucked-up white boy.

That ain't shit.

Settle down.
Give the man a chance.

Bunny Rabbit's up next.
All right, B-Rabbit.

You got the mike.
It's on you.
You know what to do.

DJ, spin that shit!

You got something?

You can't fuck with us!

Let's see what you got.

Come on, Rabbit!

Get him!

"Ward,
I think you were a little
hard on the Beaver"

So was Eddie Haskell,
Wally and Miz Cleaver

This guy keeps screaming
He's paranoid

Quick, someone get his ass
another steroid

Blah-biddy, bloo-blah
blah-blah-biddy, bloo-blah

I ain't hear a word you said
Hippety hoo-plah

ls that a tank top
or a new bra?

Look, Snoop Dogg
just got a fuckin' boob job

Didn't you listen to
the last round, meathead?

Pay attention
You're saying
the same shit he said

Matter of fact, dawg
Here's a pencil

Go home, write some shit
Make it suspenseful

Don't come back
'til something
dope hits you

Fuck it
You can take the mike
home wit' you

Lookin' like a cyclone hit you

Tank top screaming,
"Lotto, I don't fit you!"

You see how far
them white jokes get you

Boys like,
"How's Vanilla Ice
gon' dis you?"

Fuck Lotto

I'll get the seven digits
from your mother
for a dollar tomorrow

It's real as it feels!

Hold on!
That was some close shit.
Let's see what's poppin'.

How y'all feel about Lotto?

Okay! B-Rabbit?

Let's do it again.
It's hard to judge.

We'll start with Lotto.

Okay, lotta love,
lotta love!

What about B-Rabbit?

Say no more!

B-Rabbit advances
to the next round!

He goes to the finals
against Papa Doc!

That's the way
it's going down.

Okay, check this.
Fifteen minute intermission.

Make sure you tip
the bartenders.
Fifteen minutes.

You did your thing, man.

That's okay, 'cause Wink
got more than seven digits
from your bitch!

You did it, kid.

Fuck him. Fuck Lyckety, man.

That Beaver line
almost killed me.

But you flipped it.

You got it, man.
You're a fucking genius.

Make sure you serve this clown
in the next round for me.

Whup Papa Doc's ass!

He's got no vocabulary.

You worried about
what he'll say?

What do you mean?

About Wink and that Alex
bitch getting it on,

and them beating you up
and giving you
a black eye and shit.

Cheddar!

Fuck that. Listen to me.

You're making history tonight.

Yeah, he ain't nothing.
You got it!

You got this.

- All right.
- You know what's happening.

It's the championship round.
Yes, believe it's real.

It's time. We got Papa Doc

and we got B-Rabbit.

I don't have to stress
how important this is.

It's the championship.

This motherfucker is
what we came to see.

That's why the fuck
we're in the D.

We represent.
We at The Shelter.

It's real.
I hope you're all ready.

This shit is about to be
crackolatin' in here.

Hold on.

Let's do the coin toss.

As Papa Doc
is defending champion,
you get to choose.

What do you want,
heads or tails?

Heads.

Okay. Who goes first?

Let that bitch go first.

Whoa! Whoa!

I can't believe my ears.
A lot of hostility.

Papa's got a lot of anger.

All right, check this out.
We got new rules.

Being it's the championship
round, each of these cats

gets a minute
and a half apiece.

I don't know what'll happen!

B-Rabbit,

you know what to do.

DJ, kick that shit.

Now everybody
from the 313

Put your motherfuckin'
hands up and follow me

Everybody from the 313
Put your motherfuckin'
hands up

Look, look

Now while he stands tough

Notice this man
did not have his hands up

This Free World's
got you gassed up

Who's afraid
of the Big Bad Wolf?

One, two, three
and to the four

One Pac, two Pac,
three Pac, four

Four Pac, three Pac,
two Pac, one

You're Pac, he's Pac,
you're Pac none

This guy's no motherfuckin' MC

I know everything
he's got to say against me

I am white
I am a fuckin' bum

I do live in a trailer
with my mom

My boy Future
is an Uncle Tom

I do got a dumb friend
named Cheddar Bob

Who shoots himself in his leg
with his own gun

I did get jumped
by all six of you chumps

And Wink did fuck my girl

I'm still standing here
screaming
"Fuck Tha Free World"

Don't ever try
to judge me, dude

You don't know what the fuck
I've been through

But I know something about you

You went to Cranbrook
That's a private school

What's the matter, dawg?
You embarrassed?

This guy's a gangsta?
His real name's Clarence

Clarence lives at home
with both parents

Clarence's parents
have a real good marriage

This guy don't wanna battle
He's shook

'Cause ain't no such thing
as halfway crooks

He's scared to death

He's scared to look
in his fucking yearbook

Fuck Cranbrook

Fuck a beat
I go a cappella

Fuck a Papa Doc

Fuck a clock
Fuck a trailer

Fuck everybody

Fuck y'all if you doubt me

I'm a piece of
fuckin' white trash
I say it proudly

Fuck this battle
I don't want to win,
I'm outtie

Here, tell these people
something they don't know
about me

Papa Doc,
what are you gonna do?

DJ!

A minute and a half!
Spin that shit!

Spin that shit!

Crook!

Yo.

We got a new champion!

B-Rabbit!

Let's roll, man.

Fuck Free World! 313!

B-Rabbit!

Three One Third
is in the house!

Don't get it twisted,
this is my man here!

This is my man right here.

Where we headed, Rabbit?

We're on our way.

We're gonna get that
big deal soon! Then we'll
get all the bitches!

All the bitches.

Where are we going?

I'm going back to work.

Work?

Get out of here.
You ain't going to work.

You the man now.
You ain't got to work.

Fuck Wink!
Fuck Tha Free World!

We are the shit!

What's up?

Hold on.

Man, I've been thinking.

We should host the battles
together, you know
what I'm sayin'?

No. That's you, dawg.

Come on.
Tell me you don't
want to host with me.

You'll have everybody
looking up to you,

everybody'll know who you are.

Yeah, but...

I think I need to just
do my own thing, man.

You know?

Yeah, I think I do.

All right, Rabbit.

Peace out, Rabbit!