Wu-Tang: An American Saga (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Assassination Day - full transcript
‐ How do you know Cressy?
We've been making
music together.
‐ Never take your eye
off the ball.
These two right here,
they in love.
‐ He's bangin'
his best friend's sister?
No wonder why you love
this flick so much.
‐ Yo, shut up
and watch the damn movie.
‐ No, I'm not hungry.
Jerome's been cooking
all day, come on.
Hey, yo, what happened here?
Attila.
Attila's out.
‐
He took my fuckin'
DATs, my fuckin' equipment.
My fuckin' rhyme books, yo.
I got your shit
If you want it back,
you better get me my money.
Y'all the dopest MCs
I've ever met.
I believe we could do some shit
that could be a game changer.
Listen, you're not
hearing me right now.
They're dropping you.
‐ I have my own group.
‐ Wu‐Tang?
‐ Wu‐Tang Clan.
I know that it's
the end of the road
for you here at Tommy Boy,
but I am sure
that Andre has a plan for you.
Drink!
Whoo!
Hey.
I didn't know you were here.
Phife just made
another sports reference.
‐ Indies sign enough dope
artists that a major buys them,
and then the major
keeps signing
corporate‐friendly artists.
It's just a vicious cycle.
Look, I get what you're saying.
It's a nice idea.
But you need MC Hammer
to pay for the Lord Finesse.
When I'm head of a label,
that's how I'm gonna do it.
‐ If that's your idea
of integrity.
‐ Name one label
with integrity,
by your definition.
‐ Two words: Def Jam.
‐ Two words: Beastie Boys.
"License to Ill"
keeps the lights on
for them to take chances.
I gotta take a leak.
Ra.
Ra, you're not hearing me
right now.
There's not gonna be an album.
It's over. I'm sorry.
They're dropping you.
‐ Hey, yo...
Fuck.
What the fuck
you doin, son?
Yo, cuz, what you smokin' on?
What up, y'all?
‐ What's good?
‐ What's good, son?
What up?
What the fuck is wrong
with this guy?
Yo, I thought
we was makin' music, son?
You know,
speaking of Def Jam,
did you know Rick Rubin
co‐founded Def Jam
in this exact dorm?
‐ Nah, that was Weinstein Hall.
I gotta head out.
‐ Really?
I mean, we don't have to
debate music anymore.
‐ Oh, papi,
that wasn't a debate.
‐ Here.
Okay, Pinson.
How about you break in?
Hey, yo,
We ain't never gonna
get your tapes
if you don't leave
the house, son.
‐ Man, Attila is‐‐
is crazy, man.
All right?
Like, for real crazy.
‐ That's why you need to
get yourself some protection.
Know what I mean?
Hey, yo, look.
You can borrow my heater
if it'll make you feel better,
all right?
‐ Come on.
‐ Bring back all his tobacco.
‐ Sure.
Yo, what the fuck?
Where's my shit?
Hey, yo, hey, yo,
where's my shit at, son?
Hey, yo, look, I know you be
watching these movies and shit,
thinkin' you gotta be hard,
but you can't be
taking my gun, son.
‐ What the fuck do I need
your stupid gun for?
‐ Yo, stop playing, son.
Where it's at?
I sold it.
‐ Why are you selling my shit?
Don't you talk to me like
I'm one of your street niggas.
‐ All right,
and don't go into my room
touchin' my shit, Ma.
‐ Then don't be bringing
that shit in my house.
Ma.
Forget about it.
‐ And what happens when Attila
catches us on the streets, huh?
Hey, yo, who you know that
could hook us up with a burner?
‐ Hey, it's for the beginning
of the song.
All right, fuck with me.
All right?
Hey, yo,
this shit sound like
we about to go into a battle.
Really. Word. Uh.
‐ Hey, yo, nigga.
‐ Hey, yo, stupid,
you're wasting our studio time.
We only have a couple hours
left before they kick us out.
‐ My voice is an instrument,
fool.
I treat it with
the utmost respect.
I'm not wasting no studio time.
Shit,
I'm making the most of it.
They don't call me James Brown
for nothin'.
Ow!
‐ So what y'all need those
pieces for anyway, though?
You understand
what I'm trying to say?
‐ You know,
just got off a tour.
You never know
when you gon' meet 'em.
‐ Pink Houses is fucked up.
‐ I hate comin' here.
‐ I'm your brother.
You my brother.
You know what I'm saying?
‐ Let's walk this way.
Is that Prince Rakeem?
Come here, Prince.
What's today's mathematics?
‐ Hey, yo, no disrespect,
but we ain't into
all of that, son.
‐ Build, destroy.
To build is to elevate
the mentalities of self
and those around self,
to add positive energy
to every nation.
To build, you must first
start from the root,
which is
the knowledge foundation,
and add on to the highest peak.
To destroy is to eliminate
and destroy
any and all negativity
that enters my cipher
of supreme harmony.
‐ Peace, God.
‐ Peace, God.
‐ Come on, son.
Bobby.
‐ Yo, that's my man Raf,
right there.
‐ I told you he crazy.
What up, Raf?
‐ Y'all lookin' for some heat?
Yes or no?
These guys are from
Oakland, are you sure?
Rhyme patterns
are crazy, right?
‐ Yeah, why didn't you play
this on your show last night?
‐ It's a dub of a dub of a dub.
Shit would've sounded terrible.
If I had it on DAT, I would've.
‐ How'd you get
that DAT player anyway?
Did Atlantic give it to you?
‐ You like anyone
who works for a label?
‐ Slim Jim.
And I got a meeting
with him this week.
‐ Oh, dope.
Yeah, where you going?
‐ Indochine.
‐ Really?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Mm.
My homegirl's his assistant,
and she told me
he will not eat Asian food.
Dude only eats steak
at Delmonico's every day.
‐ Yeah, well,
I have a meeting with him.
He just doesn't know it yet.
‐ So what you got me
dubbing here, anyway?
‐ Nothing,
it's a favor for a friend.
Thank you.
Yo, this shit's
a fuckin' mess, man.
I can't believe
that shorty was undercover.
Yo, you think she was lyin'
about feelin' my rhymes, too?
Yo, you playin' right now?
Three busts in the Bronx
in one week, my nigga.
Cressy was just
the first domino.
Who knows how long
they been watchin' him,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Police is after us, man.
I gotta move my shit quick.
‐ Where you gon'
move that shit?
‐
‐ Yo, you wanna
let this shit cool down first?
Lay low for a while?
‐ Lay low, you might end up
back on that roof.
Shit, I might be
back up there with you,
you know what I'm sayin'?
I've been working too hard
to let this shit slip away.
‐ So, what, then?
‐ You still with
your man uptown?
‐ Yeah.
‐ All right, word.
Now he has everything
I ever recorded,
and the money‐‐I ain't never
touched that shit.
I ain't never seen it.
‐ Shit, Ra.
‐ In the meantime,
I got myself some heat.
‐ Yeah, almost caught
a beatdown from the Gods.
‐ My lessons was on point,
though, so we was good.
You would've been proud, yo.
My words was sharp.
Like a weapon.
‐ All right, yo, I gotta go
pick up my brothers and shit.
‐ All right.
‐ See y'all later.
‐ So which weapon
you gon' choose?
‐ What you mean?
‐ Your tongue is a sword.
That shit right there
may not be the way to go.
‐ Hey, yo,
we never met this guy, cuz.
‐ You just said yourself.
Your words are like
a weapon now.
As a god,
you control your fate.
It's up to you
how this shit goes down.
I had a feeling
you was gon' need this.
It's 5 Gs.
I want you to have it.
‐ Yo, this motherfucker
is a genius.
‐ Hell, yeah, nigga.
Hell, yeah.
‐ Soo!
‐ I ordered this well‐done.
‐ You should try medium‐rare.
It's so much better.
‐ Who are you?
‐ Tonya Mendez,
and Slim Jim, if you give me
a minute of your time,
I'll be your new A&R.
‐
That's nice.
Really, but I'm just trying
to eat my ribeye.
‐ Eat, please.
I just need you to listen.
These guys right here
are the next evolutionary step
in hip‐hop.
Raw gutter beats
laced with the most insane
lyrics you've ever heard.
They reference kung fu flicks,
fallopian tubes‐‐
I don't even know
half the shit they're saying,
but it works.
There's one track on here
where it's like
you're inside
a rap cipher with them,
like you're a part
of their crew.
And there's no chorus.
‐
‐ This is primal shit.
You don't have to understand it
to get it.
I know it sounds crazy,
but it's no crazier
than Run‐DMC covering‐‐
‐ Leave the tape.
Now, leave me
and my steak alone.
‐ Oh.
Murderer!
You should be ashamed
of yourself!
‐ Is this pregnancy happy news,
sad news or neither?
There's no right answer.
This isn't a test.
You seem like
a bright young woman.
I'm sure you'll do
what's best for you.
‐
Do you have any, like, advice?
‐ We're not supposed
to give advice, but...
Maybe consider who would be
involved in raising the child.
That's what's gonna have
the biggest impact on its life.
‐ So what you gonna make
for dinner tonight?
‐ I ain't making nothin'.
You make me somethin'.
Mom.
‐ You want me to cook for you?
Mom, Dad!
‐ You okay, baby?
‐ What?
‐ I made the football team!
‐ Hey!
‐ That's my boy!
‐ Shurrie home?
‐ Yeah, she should be.
‐
‐ I told you.
‐ You did.
‐ Yeah?
‐ You did.
She ain't in here.
‐ You sure?
Shurrie?
Come and celebrate
your brother with us.
‐ I can't find her.
I told you, she ain't home.
Oh, wow.
How many times
must you be told
that we will not be part
of any of that?
We are not that kind of family.
‐ Um... the vents is rusty.
You might wanna get that fixed.
‐ That shit
doesn't fix everything.
‐ All right.
‐ Where did you get this?
‐ Yo, Nasty Nick played this
three times last night.
‐ He got all
the underground hits.
‐ Yeah, he's that dude.
‐ I gave this to him.
‐ Okay.
You gave it to him?
Who the fuck are you?
‐ I manage them.
‐ Yo, Nick said
they're completely unknown.
He don't even know
what they're called.
‐ 'Cause I wouldn't tell him.
The guys are very particular
about how we roll this out.
That's why I gave it
to Nick first.
‐ That's mad cool.
‐ So... which one
is your favorite verse?
‐ What?
It's the fourth, hands down!
‐ It's that‐‐
‐ Word up.
‐ Damn, son.
I gotta rewrite my shit.
‐ Yo, I'm glad I don't gotta
get in the booth after that.
Hey, yo, Shotgun,
you got next.
‐ Yo I'm about to kill all you
motherfuckers, son. Word.
‐ Check that motherfucker.
‐ They got King Kong
in this joint.
Yo, son,
don't break anything in here.
‐ Yo, what you doin' here?
‐ Hey, yo, Erika.
What up?
‐ Hey. What's good?
I see you're off your crutches.
‐ Yep. I'm ready
to get back to work too.
‐ Shit, um...
we had to hire someone
to replace you when you left.
‐ Replace me?
I hurt my ankle working here.
Don't they gotta take me back?
Okay, what about now?
Ain't no shifts
I could cover now?
‐ Sorry. I just had to
grab some stuff.
Good luck, though.
‐ Yeah, thanks.
‐ So what you gon' do now, man?
‐ I don't know, son.
‐ Yo, I'm sorry, man.
But you gon' have to
figure something.
I can't just have you eating
all my food anymore, man.
‐ Are you in trouble?
‐ Nah, I don't think so.
I just wanted to see you.
‐ How have you been?
‐ Good. You know.
‐ You still...
got that fancy car?
‐ Yeah.
But I've been making music too.
People seem to like it.
‐ That's wonderful.
You've always been
such a good drummer.
‐ Not drumming, Mom.
Rapping.
Yeah!
‐ "The rain came down.
"The streams rose,
"and the winds blew
and beat against that house;
"Yet, it did not fall
because it had its foundation
on the rock."
‐ Here you go.
Here. On the house.
And, uh, tell your mother
I said hello. Okay?
‐ I will.
Thank you.
Thanks for meeting me here.
‐ What you got for me?
‐ Look, man, I‐‐
I don't have the money.
I never did.
The record label, they...
used me for everything I had,
but it don't matter.
'Cause I'm free now.
Like you.
The original man is the Asiatic
black man, the Maker‐‐
‐ I done heard
all this Muslim shit
when I was locked up.
I ain't trying
to hear that right now.
Where's my money?
How much is that?
‐ That's five thou.
‐ Now you owe me 55, God.
Should've never met
with him by yourselves.
‐ Hey, yo,
what was we supposed to do?
‐
Actually, I got an idea.
‐ Yo, 'Vine... stop.
No, you already done enough,
all right?
You gotta stay straight.
You already did your debt
for the family.
And now it's time
for me to do mine.
‐ Yo, Bobby, look.
I understand what you‐‐
‐ Yo. Trust me.
‐ All right, man.
‐ Hey, yo, I got what we need.
Attila stays in building 327.
Ground floor.
Word on the street is,
he leaves
early in the morning,
Stays out all day.
Hey, yo, if we can't
get through the door,
we're climbing in
that motherfuckin' window.
You gon' get your music back,
no matter what.
‐ And then what?
Getting my music
ain't enough for me.
He's still gon' be after me.
‐
A god is the keeper
of his own destiny.
We gotta off that nigga.
It's the only way.
‐ Yo, let's put
this shit out now, man.
‐ Whatever.
‐ Hell, yeah.
‐ Hell, yeah.
‐ This shit hard, son.
‐ You think they gonna have
this for the radio?
‐ It's time to mix
and master this shit
and shoot the video, son.
‐ Hey, yo, this‐‐
hey, this‐‐
hey, this shit don't‐‐
it don't feel right, it's‐‐
yo, this shit's
missing something.
Y'all got a phone I can use?
We ain't here.
Hey, yo, D.
I know you ain't talkin' to me
right now,
but I'm in the studio,
and it...
it don't feel right
without you, man.
All right.
I want you to, uh,
listen to this.
Bobby, you good?
Some shit like that, yeah.
I got you.
‐ I called Nick after
he played it a second time,
be he couldn't tell me
anything about 'em.
Just gave me your number.
How long
you been managing them?
‐ A few months, officially,
unofficially longer.
There are so many guys,
it's hard to wrangle 'em.
You know how it is.
‐ I wanna meet with them.
All of them.
‐ A lot of people do.
Slim Jim's left me 27 messages.
‐ Then why you meeting with me?
‐ You're starting a new label,
and I know what it's like
to be hungry.
Be in touch soon.
‐ I look forward to it.
‐ If he ain't out by 10:00
we might've missed him.
‐ We'll just
catch his ass tomorrow.
‐ Yo, shit.
Hey.
‐ Yo!
‐ Hey, yo, Shurrie,
what you doin' here?
‐ I came to see you.
‐ From Ohio?
What, you couldn't
just call me?
‐ We gotta talk.
‐ Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
‐ You gotta go.
‐ No, Dennis, wait‐‐
‐ You gotta go right now!
‐ Bobby.
‐ Yo, what the fuck, man?
‐ I'm pregnant.
‐ Fuck.
‐ Oh, shit!
Oh, shit!
‐ Fuck!
‐ Come on, come on, come on.
‐ Wait!
‐
‐ Hello.
Mama.
‐ Honey.
Where are you?
‐ I'm coming home.
‐ Yo, what even is this?
A quill?
‐ Fuck that.
I heard that next shit
in the city the other day.
Of course,
I had to leave Staten
for some dope shit to happen.
In the name of Allah,
supreme mathematics.
The dead nation must arise,
for the time is at hand.
Look in your poison book‐‐
Peace, god.
How you livin'?
‐ I'm all right.
You know.
‐ All right.
Are you not ready to rise?
‐ Yo, you want
the CD I just got?
‐ Sure.
Thank you.
‐ I hear you lookin' for work.
‐ Hey.
You tell Mommy yet?
‐ Nuh‐uh.
‐ Well, give me a heads‐up.
I wanna get out of there first.
I ain't trying to be there
for all that.
‐
‐ Hey, yo, me too.
‐ Whatever.
‐ Hey, yo.
‐ Yo... how did you...
I was in and out,
like a ghost.
‐ Rakeem,
this is Steve Rifkind.
I‐I met with you
at that showcase a while back.
Remember?
I'm calling 'cause
I just heard this tape.
I'm pretty sure you're on it.
I mean, it doesn't sound
like your other music,
but I think it's really you.
Wu‐Tang.
Is that the name of the song?
Either way, we need to talk.
Call me back, man.
Get on the line.
We've been making
music together.
‐ Never take your eye
off the ball.
These two right here,
they in love.
‐ He's bangin'
his best friend's sister?
No wonder why you love
this flick so much.
‐ Yo, shut up
and watch the damn movie.
‐ No, I'm not hungry.
Jerome's been cooking
all day, come on.
Hey, yo, what happened here?
Attila.
Attila's out.
‐
He took my fuckin'
DATs, my fuckin' equipment.
My fuckin' rhyme books, yo.
I got your shit
If you want it back,
you better get me my money.
Y'all the dopest MCs
I've ever met.
I believe we could do some shit
that could be a game changer.
Listen, you're not
hearing me right now.
They're dropping you.
‐ I have my own group.
‐ Wu‐Tang?
‐ Wu‐Tang Clan.
I know that it's
the end of the road
for you here at Tommy Boy,
but I am sure
that Andre has a plan for you.
Drink!
Whoo!
Hey.
I didn't know you were here.
Phife just made
another sports reference.
‐ Indies sign enough dope
artists that a major buys them,
and then the major
keeps signing
corporate‐friendly artists.
It's just a vicious cycle.
Look, I get what you're saying.
It's a nice idea.
But you need MC Hammer
to pay for the Lord Finesse.
When I'm head of a label,
that's how I'm gonna do it.
‐ If that's your idea
of integrity.
‐ Name one label
with integrity,
by your definition.
‐ Two words: Def Jam.
‐ Two words: Beastie Boys.
"License to Ill"
keeps the lights on
for them to take chances.
I gotta take a leak.
Ra.
Ra, you're not hearing me
right now.
There's not gonna be an album.
It's over. I'm sorry.
They're dropping you.
‐ Hey, yo...
Fuck.
What the fuck
you doin, son?
Yo, cuz, what you smokin' on?
What up, y'all?
‐ What's good?
‐ What's good, son?
What up?
What the fuck is wrong
with this guy?
Yo, I thought
we was makin' music, son?
You know,
speaking of Def Jam,
did you know Rick Rubin
co‐founded Def Jam
in this exact dorm?
‐ Nah, that was Weinstein Hall.
I gotta head out.
‐ Really?
I mean, we don't have to
debate music anymore.
‐ Oh, papi,
that wasn't a debate.
‐ Here.
Okay, Pinson.
How about you break in?
Hey, yo,
We ain't never gonna
get your tapes
if you don't leave
the house, son.
‐ Man, Attila is‐‐
is crazy, man.
All right?
Like, for real crazy.
‐ That's why you need to
get yourself some protection.
Know what I mean?
Hey, yo, look.
You can borrow my heater
if it'll make you feel better,
all right?
‐ Come on.
‐ Bring back all his tobacco.
‐ Sure.
Yo, what the fuck?
Where's my shit?
Hey, yo, hey, yo,
where's my shit at, son?
Hey, yo, look, I know you be
watching these movies and shit,
thinkin' you gotta be hard,
but you can't be
taking my gun, son.
‐ What the fuck do I need
your stupid gun for?
‐ Yo, stop playing, son.
Where it's at?
I sold it.
‐ Why are you selling my shit?
Don't you talk to me like
I'm one of your street niggas.
‐ All right,
and don't go into my room
touchin' my shit, Ma.
‐ Then don't be bringing
that shit in my house.
Ma.
Forget about it.
‐ And what happens when Attila
catches us on the streets, huh?
Hey, yo, who you know that
could hook us up with a burner?
‐ Hey, it's for the beginning
of the song.
All right, fuck with me.
All right?
Hey, yo,
this shit sound like
we about to go into a battle.
Really. Word. Uh.
‐ Hey, yo, nigga.
‐ Hey, yo, stupid,
you're wasting our studio time.
We only have a couple hours
left before they kick us out.
‐ My voice is an instrument,
fool.
I treat it with
the utmost respect.
I'm not wasting no studio time.
Shit,
I'm making the most of it.
They don't call me James Brown
for nothin'.
Ow!
‐ So what y'all need those
pieces for anyway, though?
You understand
what I'm trying to say?
‐ You know,
just got off a tour.
You never know
when you gon' meet 'em.
‐ Pink Houses is fucked up.
‐ I hate comin' here.
‐ I'm your brother.
You my brother.
You know what I'm saying?
‐ Let's walk this way.
Is that Prince Rakeem?
Come here, Prince.
What's today's mathematics?
‐ Hey, yo, no disrespect,
but we ain't into
all of that, son.
‐ Build, destroy.
To build is to elevate
the mentalities of self
and those around self,
to add positive energy
to every nation.
To build, you must first
start from the root,
which is
the knowledge foundation,
and add on to the highest peak.
To destroy is to eliminate
and destroy
any and all negativity
that enters my cipher
of supreme harmony.
‐ Peace, God.
‐ Peace, God.
‐ Come on, son.
Bobby.
‐ Yo, that's my man Raf,
right there.
‐ I told you he crazy.
What up, Raf?
‐ Y'all lookin' for some heat?
Yes or no?
These guys are from
Oakland, are you sure?
Rhyme patterns
are crazy, right?
‐ Yeah, why didn't you play
this on your show last night?
‐ It's a dub of a dub of a dub.
Shit would've sounded terrible.
If I had it on DAT, I would've.
‐ How'd you get
that DAT player anyway?
Did Atlantic give it to you?
‐ You like anyone
who works for a label?
‐ Slim Jim.
And I got a meeting
with him this week.
‐ Oh, dope.
Yeah, where you going?
‐ Indochine.
‐ Really?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Mm.
My homegirl's his assistant,
and she told me
he will not eat Asian food.
Dude only eats steak
at Delmonico's every day.
‐ Yeah, well,
I have a meeting with him.
He just doesn't know it yet.
‐ So what you got me
dubbing here, anyway?
‐ Nothing,
it's a favor for a friend.
Thank you.
Yo, this shit's
a fuckin' mess, man.
I can't believe
that shorty was undercover.
Yo, you think she was lyin'
about feelin' my rhymes, too?
Yo, you playin' right now?
Three busts in the Bronx
in one week, my nigga.
Cressy was just
the first domino.
Who knows how long
they been watchin' him,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Police is after us, man.
I gotta move my shit quick.
‐ Where you gon'
move that shit?
‐
‐ Yo, you wanna
let this shit cool down first?
Lay low for a while?
‐ Lay low, you might end up
back on that roof.
Shit, I might be
back up there with you,
you know what I'm sayin'?
I've been working too hard
to let this shit slip away.
‐ So, what, then?
‐ You still with
your man uptown?
‐ Yeah.
‐ All right, word.
Now he has everything
I ever recorded,
and the money‐‐I ain't never
touched that shit.
I ain't never seen it.
‐ Shit, Ra.
‐ In the meantime,
I got myself some heat.
‐ Yeah, almost caught
a beatdown from the Gods.
‐ My lessons was on point,
though, so we was good.
You would've been proud, yo.
My words was sharp.
Like a weapon.
‐ All right, yo, I gotta go
pick up my brothers and shit.
‐ All right.
‐ See y'all later.
‐ So which weapon
you gon' choose?
‐ What you mean?
‐ Your tongue is a sword.
That shit right there
may not be the way to go.
‐ Hey, yo,
we never met this guy, cuz.
‐ You just said yourself.
Your words are like
a weapon now.
As a god,
you control your fate.
It's up to you
how this shit goes down.
I had a feeling
you was gon' need this.
It's 5 Gs.
I want you to have it.
‐ Yo, this motherfucker
is a genius.
‐ Hell, yeah, nigga.
Hell, yeah.
‐ Soo!
‐ I ordered this well‐done.
‐ You should try medium‐rare.
It's so much better.
‐ Who are you?
‐ Tonya Mendez,
and Slim Jim, if you give me
a minute of your time,
I'll be your new A&R.
‐
That's nice.
Really, but I'm just trying
to eat my ribeye.
‐ Eat, please.
I just need you to listen.
These guys right here
are the next evolutionary step
in hip‐hop.
Raw gutter beats
laced with the most insane
lyrics you've ever heard.
They reference kung fu flicks,
fallopian tubes‐‐
I don't even know
half the shit they're saying,
but it works.
There's one track on here
where it's like
you're inside
a rap cipher with them,
like you're a part
of their crew.
And there's no chorus.
‐
‐ This is primal shit.
You don't have to understand it
to get it.
I know it sounds crazy,
but it's no crazier
than Run‐DMC covering‐‐
‐ Leave the tape.
Now, leave me
and my steak alone.
‐ Oh.
Murderer!
You should be ashamed
of yourself!
‐ Is this pregnancy happy news,
sad news or neither?
There's no right answer.
This isn't a test.
You seem like
a bright young woman.
I'm sure you'll do
what's best for you.
‐
Do you have any, like, advice?
‐ We're not supposed
to give advice, but...
Maybe consider who would be
involved in raising the child.
That's what's gonna have
the biggest impact on its life.
‐ So what you gonna make
for dinner tonight?
‐ I ain't making nothin'.
You make me somethin'.
Mom.
‐ You want me to cook for you?
Mom, Dad!
‐ You okay, baby?
‐ What?
‐ I made the football team!
‐ Hey!
‐ That's my boy!
‐ Shurrie home?
‐ Yeah, she should be.
‐
‐ I told you.
‐ You did.
‐ Yeah?
‐ You did.
She ain't in here.
‐ You sure?
Shurrie?
Come and celebrate
your brother with us.
‐ I can't find her.
I told you, she ain't home.
Oh, wow.
How many times
must you be told
that we will not be part
of any of that?
We are not that kind of family.
‐ Um... the vents is rusty.
You might wanna get that fixed.
‐ That shit
doesn't fix everything.
‐ All right.
‐ Where did you get this?
‐ Yo, Nasty Nick played this
three times last night.
‐ He got all
the underground hits.
‐ Yeah, he's that dude.
‐ I gave this to him.
‐ Okay.
You gave it to him?
Who the fuck are you?
‐ I manage them.
‐ Yo, Nick said
they're completely unknown.
He don't even know
what they're called.
‐ 'Cause I wouldn't tell him.
The guys are very particular
about how we roll this out.
That's why I gave it
to Nick first.
‐ That's mad cool.
‐ So... which one
is your favorite verse?
‐ What?
It's the fourth, hands down!
‐ It's that‐‐
‐ Word up.
‐ Damn, son.
I gotta rewrite my shit.
‐ Yo, I'm glad I don't gotta
get in the booth after that.
Hey, yo, Shotgun,
you got next.
‐ Yo I'm about to kill all you
motherfuckers, son. Word.
‐ Check that motherfucker.
‐ They got King Kong
in this joint.
Yo, son,
don't break anything in here.
‐ Yo, what you doin' here?
‐ Hey, yo, Erika.
What up?
‐ Hey. What's good?
I see you're off your crutches.
‐ Yep. I'm ready
to get back to work too.
‐ Shit, um...
we had to hire someone
to replace you when you left.
‐ Replace me?
I hurt my ankle working here.
Don't they gotta take me back?
Okay, what about now?
Ain't no shifts
I could cover now?
‐ Sorry. I just had to
grab some stuff.
Good luck, though.
‐ Yeah, thanks.
‐ So what you gon' do now, man?
‐ I don't know, son.
‐ Yo, I'm sorry, man.
But you gon' have to
figure something.
I can't just have you eating
all my food anymore, man.
‐ Are you in trouble?
‐ Nah, I don't think so.
I just wanted to see you.
‐ How have you been?
‐ Good. You know.
‐ You still...
got that fancy car?
‐ Yeah.
But I've been making music too.
People seem to like it.
‐ That's wonderful.
You've always been
such a good drummer.
‐ Not drumming, Mom.
Rapping.
Yeah!
‐ "The rain came down.
"The streams rose,
"and the winds blew
and beat against that house;
"Yet, it did not fall
because it had its foundation
on the rock."
‐ Here you go.
Here. On the house.
And, uh, tell your mother
I said hello. Okay?
‐ I will.
Thank you.
Thanks for meeting me here.
‐ What you got for me?
‐ Look, man, I‐‐
I don't have the money.
I never did.
The record label, they...
used me for everything I had,
but it don't matter.
'Cause I'm free now.
Like you.
The original man is the Asiatic
black man, the Maker‐‐
‐ I done heard
all this Muslim shit
when I was locked up.
I ain't trying
to hear that right now.
Where's my money?
How much is that?
‐ That's five thou.
‐ Now you owe me 55, God.
Should've never met
with him by yourselves.
‐ Hey, yo,
what was we supposed to do?
‐
Actually, I got an idea.
‐ Yo, 'Vine... stop.
No, you already done enough,
all right?
You gotta stay straight.
You already did your debt
for the family.
And now it's time
for me to do mine.
‐ Yo, Bobby, look.
I understand what you‐‐
‐ Yo. Trust me.
‐ All right, man.
‐ Hey, yo, I got what we need.
Attila stays in building 327.
Ground floor.
Word on the street is,
he leaves
early in the morning,
Stays out all day.
Hey, yo, if we can't
get through the door,
we're climbing in
that motherfuckin' window.
You gon' get your music back,
no matter what.
‐ And then what?
Getting my music
ain't enough for me.
He's still gon' be after me.
‐
A god is the keeper
of his own destiny.
We gotta off that nigga.
It's the only way.
‐ Yo, let's put
this shit out now, man.
‐ Whatever.
‐ Hell, yeah.
‐ Hell, yeah.
‐ This shit hard, son.
‐ You think they gonna have
this for the radio?
‐ It's time to mix
and master this shit
and shoot the video, son.
‐ Hey, yo, this‐‐
hey, this‐‐
hey, this shit don't‐‐
it don't feel right, it's‐‐
yo, this shit's
missing something.
Y'all got a phone I can use?
We ain't here.
Hey, yo, D.
I know you ain't talkin' to me
right now,
but I'm in the studio,
and it...
it don't feel right
without you, man.
All right.
I want you to, uh,
listen to this.
Bobby, you good?
Some shit like that, yeah.
I got you.
‐ I called Nick after
he played it a second time,
be he couldn't tell me
anything about 'em.
Just gave me your number.
How long
you been managing them?
‐ A few months, officially,
unofficially longer.
There are so many guys,
it's hard to wrangle 'em.
You know how it is.
‐ I wanna meet with them.
All of them.
‐ A lot of people do.
Slim Jim's left me 27 messages.
‐ Then why you meeting with me?
‐ You're starting a new label,
and I know what it's like
to be hungry.
Be in touch soon.
‐ I look forward to it.
‐ If he ain't out by 10:00
we might've missed him.
‐ We'll just
catch his ass tomorrow.
‐ Yo, shit.
Hey.
‐ Yo!
‐ Hey, yo, Shurrie,
what you doin' here?
‐ I came to see you.
‐ From Ohio?
What, you couldn't
just call me?
‐ We gotta talk.
‐ Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
‐ You gotta go.
‐ No, Dennis, wait‐‐
‐ You gotta go right now!
‐ Bobby.
‐ Yo, what the fuck, man?
‐ I'm pregnant.
‐ Fuck.
‐ Oh, shit!
Oh, shit!
‐ Fuck!
‐ Come on, come on, come on.
‐ Wait!
‐
‐ Hello.
Mama.
‐ Honey.
Where are you?
‐ I'm coming home.
‐ Yo, what even is this?
A quill?
‐ Fuck that.
I heard that next shit
in the city the other day.
Of course,
I had to leave Staten
for some dope shit to happen.
In the name of Allah,
supreme mathematics.
The dead nation must arise,
for the time is at hand.
Look in your poison book‐‐
Peace, god.
How you livin'?
‐ I'm all right.
You know.
‐ All right.
Are you not ready to rise?
‐ Yo, you want
the CD I just got?
‐ Sure.
Thank you.
‐ I hear you lookin' for work.
‐ Hey.
You tell Mommy yet?
‐ Nuh‐uh.
‐ Well, give me a heads‐up.
I wanna get out of there first.
I ain't trying to be there
for all that.
‐
‐ Hey, yo, me too.
‐ Whatever.
‐ Hey, yo.
‐ Yo... how did you...
I was in and out,
like a ghost.
‐ Rakeem,
this is Steve Rifkind.
I‐I met with you
at that showcase a while back.
Remember?
I'm calling 'cause
I just heard this tape.
I'm pretty sure you're on it.
I mean, it doesn't sound
like your other music,
but I think it's really you.
Wu‐Tang.
Is that the name of the song?
Either way, we need to talk.
Call me back, man.
Get on the line.