Wu-Tang: An American Saga (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - All in Together Now - full transcript
SHA: Yo, you gotta tell
Momma Sa, that oxtail
with the red beans,
son... truth.
DIVINE: The kilos have
come to the Island.
DENNIS: That's 18K, thereabouts.
We new members or what?
Get these niggas some dessert.
BOBBY: I don't think
we should be leaving
all of our supply in one place.
What the fuck you waiting for?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[GLASS SHATTERS]
- ASON: [COUGHING]
- Yo, anybody grab the stash?
The money? Nothing?
BOBBY: My music.
SHA: B. O. B.
Where's my gun?
That shit ain't here.
Nigga, Dennis got that shit.
What?
You supposed to be my ace.
[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]
[TIRES SCREECH]
ASON: Oh, shit, here come Jah Son.
- Bobby D, what's up?
- BOBBY: Yo, what up, Jah?
JAH SON: Yo, that nigga Haze.
There go Cressy too.
Hey, how much you
think them chains cost?
Don't worry about it.
♪♪
- Ah!
- Run your jewels, nigga!
Now, you gon' run your jewels,
unless you wanna lose your
family jewels, motherfucker.
Hurry up.
[LAUGHS]
Ooh, those shits is ill, son!
These joints is one of a kind.
[REWINDING TAPE SQUEALS]
[TENSE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]
Ras clot...
- [GUNSHOTS BOOM]
- [CROWD SCREAMS]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[PANTING]
♪♪
- [REVVING MOTOR RECEDES]
- [HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
JAH SON: I'm feelin' like motherfuckin'
Scarface in this bitch, nigga.
[HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
Visit your mom, nigga.
I know she fucking misses you.
She told me that shit last night.
♪♪
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
[HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
♪♪
[HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
ANNOUNCER: Game over.
Try again.
[HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
[ELECTRONIC PULSING]
- DJ: Wu-Tang again?
- CALLER: Aw, yeah.
Again and again.
[PAGER BEEPING]
- You Jah Son?
- JAH SON: Hey, yo!
- COP: Freeze!
- JAH: Chill, chill, chill!
- Shit!
- Shit, nigga.
I'm sending assistance!
[TIRES SCREECH]
♪♪
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
JAH SON: What the fuck?
[BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING]
DENNIS: Yo, Jah, you're lucky.
JAH SON: Shit, we both been lucky.
Game might get you too,
especially the way me
and you been playin' it.
DENNIS: Hey, yo, what
else we supposed to do?
We born into this shit.
I mean, we ain't really
got much of a choice,
know what I mean?
JAH SON: Yo, this your old rhyme book?
- [ELECTRONIC BLEEPING]
- Nigga, why you stop?
I always thought you was dope.
- Man, whatever.
- JAH SON: Nah, yo, for real!
[BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING]
♪ He a creep, but his whole
life now turned to hell ♪
♪ When the stray shell sent
for Rahmel hit Michelle ♪
JAH: Whoo-hoo! I'ma need
me a copy of that shit.
[ELECTRONIC PINGING, BRIGHT PULSING]
[BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING]
Yo, DJ Nasty Nick, I
got this tape, you heard?
Want you to play this
shit on your show, tonight.
I don't think so. Doesn't work that way.
JAH SON: Oh, nah?
Ah, tell me how it does work, Mr. DJ.
Yo, I told you I'd get
you on the radio, son!
♪ Like it's funny and shit ♪
♪ Catchin' beef on the reg, Rick ready ♪
Radio, son!
So are we gonna make a
record or what, D-Lover?
I don't know.
Depends on what my manager says.
JAH SON: [LAUGHS]
What the fuck you think
I'm gonna say, nigga?
[BRIGHT WHOOSHING, LO-FI BLEEPING]
[ELECTRONIC PLINKING]
Yo, look at this shit, son.
JAH SON: Hard work pays off.
Yo, this is that real Iron Man,
Tony Stark shit, son, know what I mean?
Yo, n-niggas ain't...
niggas ain't even up with 'em yet, son.
We made it.
But nah, you gotta
come out to LA, though.
Yeah, you too.
JAH: Yo, looking good, Billy Ray.
Feeling good, Louis.
JAH SON: You see, D-Lover?
This what happens when
you play the game right.
ANNOUNCER: You win!
- [GUNSHOTS BOOM]
- [CROWD SCREAMS]
You lose.
[DESCENDING LO-FI ARPEGGIO]
[STATIC CRACKLING]
[WIND HOWLING]
[SOMBER ORGAN MUSIC]
REV. WILLIAMS: Now, we
will hear a few words
from the mother.
Then I will share a few
words from the good book.
Then we will head to the dining hall
for some food, amen.
PERSON: Miss.
REV. WILLIAMS: And get
you all on your way.
Amen.
CROWD: [MURMURING] Amen.
ELISE: No! Please, no!
No, no, don't take my baby.
Don't take my baby!
No, please!
Oh, please, God, no!
REV. WILLIAMS: Since the
mother is not able to speak,
and the father is not present...
ELISE: Oh, I can't. [SOBBING]
REV. WILLIAMS: I will
go on with my sermon,
unless there is anyone
who would love to share.
♪♪
I have a few words.
REV. WILLIAMS: Okay, sister.
LINDA: Here we all are again,
sitting amongst each other...
[SIGHS]
... 'cause another mother's
son has been taken from us,
over material items
that can be replaced.
Well, Jah Son's life can't be replaced.
- ATTENDEE: No.
- ATTENDEE: Nope.
[CROWD MURMURING]
[CHUCKLES]
[TENDER PIANO MUSIC]
That boy made everyone smile.
He was so funny and full of life.
Maybe he could've been
the next Eddie Murphy.
Lord knows his outfits
could light up a room.
[LAUGHTER]
The pain of labor
and giving birth,
it's an indescribable pain.
But imagine the pain a mother feels
when her child is killed in cold blood.
We mothers don't imagine our babies
as thugs,
gangsters,
murderers.
We see them as our children.
And I know your so-called street cred
may want you to get vengeance.
But vengeance is mine,
so sayeth the Lord.
CROWD: [SCATTERED] Amen.
LINDA: And the soul
that pulls the trigger,
I reckon, will suffer in his own hell.
- ATTENDEE: Amen.
- ATTENDEE: That's right.
[LIGHT APPLAUSE]
LINDA: So mothers, daughters,
sons, friends, neighbors...
♪♪
For God's sake,
you've got to stop all the shooting
in our communities.
ATTENDEE: That's right.
This is our home.
ATTENDEE: Amen!
These are our babies.
ATTENDEE: Amen.
[LIGHT APPLAUSE]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
[MEN GRUNTING]
[BLADE RESOUNDS]
♪♪
[GUN COCKS]
♪♪
[DICE THUD]
♪♪
[BLADE RESOUNDS]
I miss you, son.
Sorry I couldn't say good-bye.
GARY: Peace, Sha Rader.
What it be like, my dude?
Long time, no see.
SHA: Capital G. Mm.
You came all the way from Brooklyn?
GARY: Come on, son.
For Jah, I would've came
from across the world.
Know what I mean?
SHA: Shit crazy.
Nah, you know what's crazy?
Is how .5 grams of lead can decimate
a 160-pound body, dawg.
Yo, Aunt Linda was
speaking the truth up there.
They didn't have to
do Jah Son like that.
SHA: True indeed.
Shit ain't right. Word up.
Hey, yo, Bobby, cuz, come here.
That last joint y'all did,
"Schooling Brothers",
was making noise all last summer.
Even in Brooklyn.
Tapes was gettin' worn out.
I had mad copies, niggas
just stole 'em all.
Know what I mean?
Word.
Hey, I can make you another dub.
It's not about another dub, Bobby.
I'm talkin' about another tape.
When are y'all gonna start
making more music together?
- I don't even know.
- We been busy.
GARY: You and my cousin
right here are the next EPMD.
Yeah, whatever's clever.
I got some B.I. to attend to.
Peace.
Peace.
Can everyone please make
their way to the dining hall?
We have another service to prepare for.
[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪♪
BOBBY: Yo, D.
♪♪
REV. WILLIAMS: Hey, son.
Why don't you just go on and
get yourself something to eat?
Momma Sa Restaurant
generously donated a feast for us.
DENNIS: Momma Sa?
[TENSE MUSIC]
REV. WILLIAMS: Son, please.
[LOW CHATTER]
[BOTH LAUGH]
What's up, man? What you want?
Red beans, rice? What's up?
What up, nigga?
[CROWD GASPING, MURMURING]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Help us out with that!
Hey, yo, fuck this...
yo, nah, fuck this shit!
Yo, tell Cressy to take
this fuckin' fish and ackee
and shove it up his fuckin' ass, nigga.
- Yo, yo, yo.
- Fuck!
DENNIS: Fuck is wrong with you?
Why you comin' at me like that?
You know Jah was my man too!
Yo, it ain't have to
go down like that, son!
Dennis!
DENNIS: Hey, yo, tell
that knotty-head nigga
that his business in
Stapleton is dead, son!
We'd rather starve than
to fuck with y'all niggas.
[SPITS]
Fuck!
Shit!
Fuck!
Bobby. Shurrie.
Help me clean up this mess.
Baby, go on home,
and you clean yourself up.
Thanks, Ms. Diggs.
LINDA: Whoever didn't get a plate,
just give us a moment.
We'll get you fed.
There was nothing I could've done.
Jah robbed the nigga.
The fuck you think was gonna happen?
Yo, my Gs, we'll get past this.
We got a lot of biz to handle out here,
you know what I'm saying?
Nah.
I don't think I know what you're saying.
E'rybody loved Jah Son.
Everybody.
Yo, come on.
[LOW CHATTER]
Hey, Ms. Diggs.
I-I wanted to apologize to you
and Ms. Moore for what
happened back there.
I was completely out of line.
It's a painful day, Dennis.
We understand.
But you make sure you go and apologize
to Ms. Moore yourself, though.
Yes, ma'am.
How're your brothers?
They a'ight.
LINDA: And your mother?
Same old, same old.
Mm. Bet your boys are hungry.
Shurrie will make them a plate.
DENNIS: Nah, we... we good.
LINDA: Nah, wait, no, you...
you already got one quarrel today.
You don't get another.
I'ma fix you one too.
So busy blowing off steam,
you didn't get a chance to eat.
Thank you.
[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]
[TENDER PIANO MUSIC]
♪♪
[BOTH SIGH]
ASON: Yo!
Yo, you pouring the whole bottle!
Yo, Jah wouldn't want you
wasting all this on him.
[MOMMA GANJA LAUGHS]
He'd want this to go
where it belong, son.
MOMMA GANJA: You foul.
GARY: 'Sup, cuz?
'Sup with that 'Vine situation?
Shit, you know,
still stuck in Brooklyn House.
All that money's going
towards that lawyer, so...
You and D just burnt that
bridge with Haze, right?
We couldn't put out
for another key anyway.
Lost all our shit in the fire.
Them niggas would never front us.
So fuck it.
Hey, I did start
applying for jobs, though.
A nigga hasn't heard nothin'
yet, but what else can I do?
Well, keep making that music.
You heard about Tribe, right?
GARY: Tribe Called Quest? Nah, what?
I heard they got, like, a hundred-K
advance for their next joint.
A hundred thousand dollars?
Damn.
Yo, we could for sure bail
out Divine with that shit.
Yo, I used to battle Tip in school.
Yo, you know how much gold I
can get for a hundred large?
Chains, rings...
hey, yo, I'll make all my teeth gold.
Yo, get some fangs and shit.
Give you some love bites for real,
you know what I'm saying?
MOMMA GANJA: [GIGGLES]
You stupid.
ASON: Hey, yo, where you goin'?
Going home to write some
jewels, what you think?
BOBBY: Okay, nigga.
Tribe Called Quest gettin' a hundred,
I'm gettin' a half a mil, son.
Know what I mean?
- Hell, yeah, nigga.
- Peace out, man.
- Yo, he's right.
- Hell, yeah.
When the last time you wrote some raps?
ASON: What?
I'll write a rap right now.
Check it.
♪ Whoa-ho-ho, here I go, watch me flow ♪
♪ The one-man show, Ason told you so ♪
Okay.
- ASON: ♪ The BKOG, act like you know ♪
- MOMMA GANJA: Hey.
♪ A blizzard in the winter ♪
♪ Couldn't get this cold ♪
♪ No, I kick ass ♪
♪ Quick, fast ♪
♪ Bomb this bitch-ass ♪
♪ Then I palm his bitch-ass ♪
♪ Niggas jump up, do
what, who, what, what? ♪
♪ I been actin' up since
I left my daddy's nuts ♪
- MOMMA GANJA: [LAUGHS]
- [CHUCKLES]
You stupid.
Ain't nobody paying
you shit for that verse.
ASON: So what, then?
I'll come up with another.
If you do some real shit, though,
you can get that real money.
[RECORD CRACKLING]
[PROCOL HARUM'S "A
WHITER SHADE OF PALE"]
♪♪
BROOKER: ♪ We skipped
the light fandango ♪
♪♪
♪ Turned cartwheels cross the floor ♪
[ORGAN MUSIC]
♪♪
- [LAUGHS]
- Yeah, there more, man.
All right.
Yo, I thought we was on
some crowd control shit, son.
Too many niggas in here.
Yo, we the only spot on the block now.
Fiends gonna riot if
we don't let 'em in,
know what I'm sayin'?
You move all that, I'll
finally have enough money
to get that meeting with Cressy.
Yo, why you gotta re-up
with this nigga, son?
Yo, what's that?
SHA: That nigga foul for
what he did to Jah Son, son.
Foul?
Nigga, how the fuck
you know who did what?
Huh?
Save all that street gossip
for the bitches in the street, my nigga.
You know, Jah Son
might've been your boy,
but if he did that shit to me,
I woulda hung that
nigga from a street lamp,
for the whole island to see.
Yeah.
I don't know if it's the new apartment,
that nice new bed I got you,
or them fluffy fuckin' pillows,
but you startin' to feel a
little soft around the edges,
my nigga.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Maybe I should send you
back to that rooftop.
Get your game face back.
[SCOFFS]
♪♪
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN, CLICKS SHUT]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[COUPLE MOANING]
CRESSY: Mm, mm, mm...
[PAGER VIBRATING]
I give it to her.
Yeah, ma.
Much luck. [CHUCKLES]
Yeah, man.
[COUPLE MOANING]
I went to the funeral.
Mm.
They're talking about not
doing business with us anymore.
[CHUCKLES] No business?
With me?
[COUPLE MOANING]
That mean they ain't gwan eat.
- HAZE: They'll go back uptown.
- Let them.
Stapleton small potatoes.
The rest of the Island all mine.
HAZE: What if this starts a trend?
Peoples get upset for
this, that, or the other,
they go back uptown too.
Then you ain't got the
Island locked up anymore.
Shit look like Brooklyn.
Divided up like a jigsaw puzzle.
- [CHUCKLES]
- You lose money.
- Fix it, then.
- Fix it?
You say you have a problem, man,
but you don't have no solution.
Make the people them
have love for Cressy.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Hmm?
♪♪
Yeah, man.
BARBRA: "Why did we start so late?"
DARIUS: Is that p-p-pork?
I don't eat that shit.
- [LAUGHS]
- You what?
A'ight, son.
You don't gotta eat.
BARBRA: My brother is not dead!
[SCREAMS]
- Thank you.
- SHURRIE: Mm-hmm.
You take good care of them.
Yeah, I don't know how I'ma do that now.
You could get a job.
Yo, I'm a high school
dropout with felonies.
What kind of job you think I can get?
I applied to Arby's once, though.
They fucking laughed, yo.
Arby's.
And I don't even fuck with roast beef.
SHURRIE: I don't know,
those Beef 'n Cheddars
are kind of good, though.
- [TAPES CLATTERING]
- DARIUS: [GROANS]
[STUTTERING] Sorry.
It's okay.
BEN: There wasn't a sign of life left.
Except...
[CRICKETS CHIRPING SOFTLY]
By now, there were no more screams.
SHURRIE: Yo, is this your rhyme book?
Why don't you make music
with my brother anymore?
Hey, yo, I'm out here putting in work.
It look like I got time to
be messin' with all that?
I don't know.
You're not putting in work
now, so don't you have time?
[CLEARS THROAT]
I'ma take them outside.
Okay.
BEN: Staring at me.
[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]
DENNIS: Y'all don't get in no trouble.
- SHURRIE: Mm, thank you.
- DENNIS: [SCOFFS LIGHTLY]
BEN: ... scattered through
the air like bugs.
BARBRA: We came to put a
wreath on my father's grave.
Does B-B-Bobby
know you're f-f-fucking
his s-s-sister?
[LAUGHS]
BARBRA: And we didn't have any.
H-hey, yo, you talk too much, son.
You talk too much.
[LAUGHS]
[ERIC B. & RAKIM'S "IN
THE GHETTO" PLAYING]
♪♪
[LOW CHATTER]
♪♪
Whoo!
♪♪
HAZE: Yo, Shotgun,
who you supposed to be?
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, or Mikey?
Shit, none of them niggas
got nothin' on what I can do.
Do your thang. What's the word, fam?
You know shit's still been
touchy since Jah's funeral.
Everybody know you my man.
- Mm-hmm.
- Cradle to the grave, my G.
Womb to the tomb.
SHOTGUN: But on the real,
shit's just been poppin' off over here
since Stapleton dried up, feel me?
Well, I'll get at you.
A'ight. Peace.
HAZE: Peace.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
RAKIM: ♪ So I Bogart
and never get scarred ♪
♪ I'm God, but it seems
like I'm locked in hell ♪
♪ Lookin' over ♪
[DOG BARKING]
♪ Stand on my own two
feet and come equipped ♪
♪ Any stage I'm seen
on or mic I fiend on ♪
♪ I stand alone and
need nothin' to lean on ♪
♪ Goin' for self with a long way to go ♪
Yo!
Park Hill is sayin' it's dead out here.
GIRL: ♪ It ain't where you
from, it's where you at ♪
HAZE: What song y'all playin'?
GIRL: That new Eric B.
& Rakim, all day, man.
Hmm.
I heard they're doing a show
in Union Square on Friday.
GIRL: They need to come here,
but no one ever does shows out this way.
Mm.
Mm-kay.
RAKIM: ♪ With no physical form ♪
♪ Millions of cells
with one destination ♪
♪ To reach the best
part as life's creation ♪
♪ Nine months later, a job well done ♪
[PHONE LINE RINGING]
[PHONE TRILLS]
- Yeah.
- HAZE: Yo.
You still got Eric B. number?
Eric... yeah, man, why?
We gonna put on a concert.
- CRESSY: Where?
- Here. Staten Island.
SCALISE: It's better to use rock cocaine
than to sell it, according to the law.
You'll get a lighter sentence.
I never used rock cocaine.
Why'd you hire this clown?
Larry recommended him.
And this is my idea.
Not his.
- I ain't no goddamn crackhead.
- Watch your mouth.
SCALISE: You're looking
at mandatory 20 years,
capital two.
If I can argue that
it's for personal use,
for you and your fiend friends...
and that's a big if,
considering the amount...
you might not do any time
and just go straight to rehab,
if we get the right judge.
LINDA: Divine.
You listen to me.
You are going to admit to
being the biggest crackhead
Staten Island has ever seen,
if it means you get to come home.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
♪♪
[GATE BUZZES]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]
♪♪
Yo.
Yo. Yo.
Yo, battle on the Island, son.
And Eric B. & Rakim gonna be there.
Rap battle, son.
Yo, Eric B. & Ra... and Rakim?
- That's what I'm sayin'.
- Nigga...
♪♪
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Yo, it says right here
the winner of the battle gets $5,000?
Yo, we could... yo, we
could pass 'em a demo!
Yo, we could get a working deal, son!
Yo.
♪ Whoa-ho-ho, here I go, watch me flow ♪
Yo, Cressy doing this shit?
ASON: It ain't about him,
son, it's about the battle!
BOBBY: I'ma win this shit.
And I'm gettin' Divine out.
[LOW CHATTER]
Everything good with the lawyer?
Yo, who I really need
is this nigga Matlock.
Shit, he never lost a
case in five seasons.
He did once, in, like,
a flashback or somethin'.
I know there's gotta be
something better on than this.
[TENSE MUSIC]
You're Tarzan?
♪♪
SOUTH: Two hundred and
forty hours, niggas.
That's how long I'm in this bitch for.
A'ight?
Is Brooklyn in the house?
- INMATES: All day!
- SOUTH: Yeah.
Bronx, Queens,
get the fuck out of here.
Oh, I can't forget about
Staten Island niggas.
Park Hill. Stapleton.
Bums.
So while I'm here,
this ain't just Brooklyn
House of Detentions no more.
This my house.
My TV.
My phone.
No one touches it while I'm here.
A'ight?
You mean this phone?
♪♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪♪
My bad.
Wrong day.
But I'ma call my girl one day this week.
See y'all then.
That's what your mom said, baby boy.
♪♪
[LOW CHATTER]
Whatever.
Books are better for your health, huh?
[MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING]
♪♪
♪♪
SHURRIE: Bobby!
♪♪
Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby, turn that down!
♪♪
♪♪
POWER: Yo.
Yo, I got at Haze.
Meeting with Cressy is on.
At this show right here.
A'ight?
♪♪
Rakim.
In Staten Island?
♪♪
♪♪
[CROWD CHATTERING]
[MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING]
♪♪
Wow.
I'm surprised to see you here, nigga.
- What up, son?
- Yo.
You know, I'm just tryin' to snatch
that cake, know what I mean?
Yo, we all tryin' to get
paid, know what I'm sayin'?
DENNIS: But if any of us win,
it'll be for the same cause.
That's to get your brother out.
♪♪
Hey, yo.
What's "Allah Justice", son?
GARY: It's my name now,
know what I mean?
Not my slave name, Gary.
See, I got knowledge of self.
I ain't with all that
eighty-five movement.
- EMCEE: Are you all ready...
- DENNIS: Yo, eighty-five what?
- Hey, yo, yo.
- EMCEE: For Eric B. & Rakim?
The god about to rip this one.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[ERIC B. & RAKIM'S
"FOLLOW THE LEADER" PLAYS]
♪♪
♪ Follow me into a
solo, get in the flow ♪
♪ And you can picture like a photo ♪
♪ Music mix, mellow maintains to make ♪
♪ Melodies for MCs,
motivates the breaks ♪
♪ I'm everlasting, I can
go on for days and days ♪
♪ With rhyme displays that
engrave deep as X-rays ♪
♪ I can take a phrase
that's rarely heard ♪
♪ Flip it, now it's a daily word ♪
♪ I can get iller than
'Nam, I kill and bomb ♪
♪ But no alarm, Rakim will remain calm ♪
♪ Self-esteem make me
super, superb, and supreme ♪
♪ But for a microphone, still I fiend ♪
♪ This was a tape, I
wasn't supposed to break ♪
♪ I was supposed to
wait, but let's motivate ♪
♪ I want to see you keep
following and swallowing ♪
♪ Taking and making,
biting and borrowing ♪
♪ Brothers tried and others
died to get the formula ♪
♪ But I'ma let you sweat,
you still ain't warm ♪
♪ You a step away from frozen,
stiff as if you're posing ♪
♪ Dig into my brain as
the rhyme gets chosen ♪
♪ So follow me ♪
♪ And while you're
thinking you were first ♪
♪ Let's travel at magnificent
speeds around the universe ♪
♪ What could you say as the Earth ♪
♪ Gets further and further away ♪
♪ Planets as small as balls of clay ♪
♪ Astray into the Milky
Way, worlds out of sight ♪
♪ Far as the eye can see,
not even a satellite ♪
♪ Now stop and turn around and look ♪
♪ As you stare in the darkness,
your knowledge is took ♪
♪ So keep staring, soon
you suddenly see a star ♪
♪ You better follow
it, 'cause it's the R ♪
♪ This is a lesson if you're guessing ♪
♪ And if you're borrowing ♪
♪ Hurry, hurry, step right up
and keep following the leader ♪
Think it's time for me
to call my cherry head.
You want slot time,
you gotta pay for it.
Pay you no mind, nigga.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
HAZE: Check, one, two!
We got a gang of MCs in here
tonight from all over
the Island competing
for $5,000.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Courtesy of my man Cressy.
[CROWD BOOING]
- Fuck that!
- HAZE: Hold up, hold up.
Did Eric B. & Rakim
just rip this stage up?
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Also, for the rest of the night,
the bar is open.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
All of this made possible
by my man Cressy.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Word, bless up. You know?
CROWD: [CHANTING] Cressy! Cressy!
This nigga 7:30.
CROWD: [CHANTING]
Cressy! Cressy! Cressy!
BOBBY: So I guess it's
really over now, huh?
Everybody got love for Cressy again.
Nah, it ain't over.
I'll push it to the side for now.
Let the battle begin.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[UPBEAT PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]
♪♪
[INMATES GRUNTING]
HAZE: First up... One Man Army!
♪ I push a blade back and forth ♪
♪ Like I'm cuttin' grass ♪
♪ I push a blade back and forth ♪
♪ Like I'm cuttin' grass ♪
♪ I push a blade back and forth ♪
♪ Like I'm cuttin' grass ♪
♪ I treat my enemies equal,
that's a double slash ♪
♪ I put my foot so far
up yo' fuckin' ass ♪
♪ You'll be shittin' Air Force
1s for a month and a half ♪
♪ Anybody disagree come across my path ♪
♪ You'll find yourself in the
dumpster for talkin' trash ♪
[GRUNTS]
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
HAZE: Let's hear it for my boy Shotgun!
♪ Uh ♪
♪♪
♪ I'm your worst nightmare ♪
♪ I'll take your life right here ♪
♪ Do or die, ain't nobody
got time for tears ♪
♪ Catch a 25-to-life,
that's light-years ♪
♪ Catch a pencil to
the eye on sight, yeah ♪
♪ Bloodstains on my white
pair, fuck do I care? ♪
♪ I'll shit on your corpse
while you lie there ♪
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
HAZE: Comin' out from Brooklyn,
it's Allah Justice.
♪♪
♪ Fake goons get shank wounds ♪
♪ Mop ringers in the day room ♪
♪ More body bags to make today's news ♪
♪ End result, you get
beat to a bloody pulp ♪
♪ Call me a monster, my
rage like the fuckin' Hulk ♪
♪ You get stabbed in the liver ♪
♪ With some rusty scissors ♪
♪ Trust me, nigga, die
slow if you lucky, nigga ♪
- [BLOW LANDS]
- DIVINE: [GRUNTS]
♪♪
[CROWD CHEERING]
♪♪
HAZE: Coming up next to
the stage is D-Lover!
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
♪ Yo, Big Rick hit the strip ♪
♪ Big gun on his hip ♪
♪ Rich or poor, dude or
chick, anybody get lit ♪
♪ He would trip off the
Henny or an E&J fifth ♪
♪ Pop a shell, squeeze a clip ♪
♪ Like it's funny and shit ♪
♪ Catchin' beef on the
reg, Rick ready to eat ♪
♪ Before you cross paths ♪
♪ You better off crossing the street ♪
♪ He a creep, but his whole
life now turned to hell ♪
♪ When a stray shell meant
for Rahmel hit Michelle ♪
♪♪
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
♪♪
BOBBY: Yo.
Nigga, you fuckin' cut through that beat
like a hot knife through butter, nigga.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Just a little somethin', somethin'.
Yo, that shit was fuckin' fire, yo.
You need to be doing this shit.
HAZE: Gettin' thick in here.
Niggas are droppin' hot shit for sure.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Coming up to the stage next is...
Bobby Dynamite.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Nigga said my name wrong.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Yo, what the fuck?
HAZE: My bad, my bad.
Coming all the way from Flatbush,
it's Triple Crown!
- Hell, no!
- RAPPER: Make some noise!
Hey, these niggas' names
wasn't even on the list!
RAPPER: Start the beat!
Yeah. We in the house right now.
You know what I'm sayin'?
♪ Everybody put one hand in the air ♪
♪ Put a hand in the air ♪
Yo, fuck this fuckin' shit, yo.
♪ You have to listen ♪
♪ Watchin' me stomp on the competition ♪
♪ Soon as me walk in,
your bride is missing ♪
♪ Your queen disappear,
me a card magician ♪
♪ I hate to cut you
off like a unpaid bill ♪
- ♪ But me have to interrupt... ♪
- RAPPER: ♪ Chill ♪
♪ It's a soul food like a Sunday meal ♪
- ♪ Don't come to ♪
- ALL: ♪ Brooklyn! ♪
♪ If the sauce ain't real ♪
ALL: ♪ Like that, like
this, like this, like that ♪
♪ Put a fist in the air if
you feeling the hype track ♪
♪ So who's a hot rat,
me chill as a ice pack ♪
♪ Man, I know, but are you finished? ♪
♪ No, me comin' right back ♪
♪ Yo, Brooklyn finest
call me a highness ♪
♪ Reppin' in Staten where
the girls them flyest ♪
- ♪ Them the flyest ♪
- ♪ The girls them flyest ♪
♪ They won't deny us,
come on and try us ♪
♪ Walk with the lions,
join our alliance ♪
♪ As we kick science,
Incas and the Mayans ♪
♪ Dance to the beat,
be tappin' your feet ♪
RAPPER: ♪ We got two Es ♪
♪ But a champ's got three-peat ♪
ALL: ♪ Beep, beep, get out the way ♪
- RAPPER: ♪ We need an all-star ♪
- ALL: ♪ When we come out to play ♪
♪ We came to party, sip on Bacardi ♪
♪ Leave with a shorty and go get lordy ♪
♪ When I say hip, y'all say hop ♪
- ♪ Hip ♪
- ALL: ♪ Hop ♪
- RAPPER: ♪ Hip ♪
- ALL: ♪ Hop ♪
RAPPER: ♪ When I say
rip, y'all say shop ♪
- ♪ Rip ♪
- ALL: ♪ Shop ♪
- RAPPER: ♪ Rip ♪
- ALL: ♪ Shop ♪
RAPPER: ♪ Just put
your hands in the air ♪
♪ Everybody just put
your hands in the air ♪
Peace.
- [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
- [FEEDBACK DRONES]
Buh, buh, buh, buh! Yeah, man!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
It's over, man!
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
CROWD MEMBER: Whoo!
One, two, one, two.
[FEEDBACK DRONING]
It's not over yet.
We still have one more MC to go.
Introducing MC Dynamite.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Yo, yo, it's your boy.
MC Dynamite.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
About to have some fun.
Hey, DJ. Drop that beat.
♪♪
Yeah.
CROWD MEMBER: All right, B!
♪♪
Yeah. Uh.
Yeah.
- ♪ My mind go ♪
- [MUSIC SLOWS DOWN, STOPS]
Yo.
[CROWD BOOING]
Hey, what the fuck?
What?
HAZE: Yo, fam.
Get 'em next time, all right?
- You good.
- What?
- Get 'em next time. You good.
- I'm good?
Yeah, get 'em next time. Come on.
Hey, everybody.
Hey.
Everybody, uh...
yo, follow me, all right?
All right.
Clap your hands, everybody.
Everybody, clap your hands, yeah.
Clap your hands, everybody.
Everybody, clap your hands, yeah.
Uh.
♪ My mind go back to an early mood ♪
♪ When I was a sperm cell
in the fallopian tube ♪
♪ In the midst of a
state of triple darkness ♪
♪ Going through a struggle
that doesn't exist ♪
♪ Avoiding every danger
that came in my path ♪
♪ As I watched every sperm
cell get ripped in half ♪
♪ One in a million completes the job ♪
♪ And for the other sperm cells ♪
♪ The womb is a graveyard ♪
♪ See, in the womb, I was
like a foreign object ♪
♪ I was like a new nigga
walking through the projects ♪
♪ So here I am in the danger zone ♪
♪ My head and my tail,
my 23 chromosomes ♪
♪ But I thought it
couldn't be that bad ♪
- ♪ 'Cause my dad ♪
- [SCOFFS]
BOBBY: ♪ He coulda used a body bag ♪
♪ And if not, then
my tomb woulda been ♪
♪ In the trash can
of my mom's bedroom ♪
♪ Well, damn ♪
♪ But they was in love ♪
♪ And they was new to it ♪
♪ So here I go on a
mission to the uterus ♪
♪ A million motherfuckers
tried to race ahead ♪
♪ But I am the one who
fertilized the egg ♪
[CROWD BOOING]
CROWD MEMBER: Boo!
[BOOING GROWS LOUDER]
CROWD MEMBER: [IMITATES BUZZER] Next!
CROWD MEMBER: No!
Man, fuck you, bitch-ass CO.
I don't want this slop.
Think I am, a fucking animal?
DIVINE: If you don't eat,
you won't have the
strength to last in here.
How long they gonna keep
us in this bitch, man?
[CHUCKLES] Probably two weeks.
It gon' feel like two months, though.
Hey, how... how come you helpin' me out?
I ain't from Stapleton.
DIVINE: We from Staten.
We may be from separate
hoods when we on the rock,
but when we off the rock,
we gotta stick together.
Yo, we the smallest borough.
So how I see it,
it's Staten Island against the world.
They robbed us.
One of us shoulda won that shit, son.
Yeah, me.
Your shit was hot, but my shit was lava.
An assistant to this
manager gave me his number.
Hey, yo, "assistant to this manager"?
Whatever, my shit had
all the birds chirping.
No matter what, none of our verses won.
Definitely not that
a cappella sperm shit.
[LAUGHTER]
You thought this was science class?
BOBBY: Man, look, whatever.
No matter what we would have done,
none of our verses would have won.
Yeah, that's 'cause the nigga Cressy
had that shit set up for
them Brooklyn bumbaclots
to win anyway.
Nah, yo.
It's 'cause all them niggas
went up there as a unit.
We all went up there as individuals.
Reppin' ourselves and not our borough.
You feel me?
Well, I'm from Brooklyn,
fam, get what I mean?
You know what the fuck I mean, nigga.
Yo, let's get up out of here, son.
Get back to this, know what I'm sayin'?
- Peace, peace.
- A'ight, peace.
Word.
WOMAN: Yeah, I know that's right.
HAZE: Excuse me, ladies.
POWER: Yo, puttin' this shit together
for the Island was smart.
I was ridin' with y'all
regardless, my nigga.
Know that.
HAZE: Cressy appreciates that.
He said you and him deal directly,
from now on.
Word up.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
- You're welcome.
- [CHUCKLES]
Yo.
- BOBBY: Yo.
- Yo, your shit was mad deep.
That's the type of shit
that be on yo' mind?
Hey, you shoulda signed up.
You got one of the illest
flows in Staten Island.
Yeah, that's what you think, son.
All right.
Hey, yo, you remember that, uh...
[CHUCKLES] That, uh...
♪ Word on the street,
there's a party to do ♪
♪ That's true, so I put
on my old Gucci suit ♪
♪ Had the fuckin' silk that matched ♪
♪ Right and exact ♪
♪ So observe my swerve
as I attack with ♪
BOTH: ♪ Full contact ♪
SHA: Yeah, son.
[PAGER BEEPING]
A'ight, son.
[FUNKY SOUL MUSIC]
♪♪
GARY AND ASON: ♪ We rock all,
all, all in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
♪ All, all, all in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
♪ January, February, March, April ♪
♪ May, June, we all in tune ♪
- ♪ All, all ♪
- GARY: ♪ Yeah ♪
BOTH: ♪ All in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
♪ All, all, all in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Hoo-hoo!
- [LAUGHS]
- Hell, yeah.
♪♪
♪ Well, I was comin' down
the block one hot afternoon ♪
CHORUS: ♪ Comin' down the
block one hot afternoon ♪
GARY: ♪ On a scale of one to ten ♪
♪ I saw a girl about a nine ♪
♪ A flavor of new depth,
but only she was divine ♪
♪ Walkin' down my block,
said the block Monroe ♪
♪ I said peace to her,
then the bitch said hello ♪
♪ I said hell is low, it's
the lowest you can go ♪
ASON: ♪ It's 32 degrees below zero ♪
GARY: ♪ So I started to rain
on this young girl's brain ♪
♪ Causin' her a great
deal of physical pain ♪
♪ She said, tip, tap,
step off the broad, stat ♪
♪ No diamonds or gold,
you cannot get her back ♪
♪ Then I said, so what,
as I grabbed her butt ♪
♪ You know she smiled for a while ♪
♪ But her mouth kept shut ♪
CHORUS: ♪ All, all,
all in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
♪♪
PERSON: Get on the line.
Momma Sa, that oxtail
with the red beans,
son... truth.
DIVINE: The kilos have
come to the Island.
DENNIS: That's 18K, thereabouts.
We new members or what?
Get these niggas some dessert.
BOBBY: I don't think
we should be leaving
all of our supply in one place.
What the fuck you waiting for?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[GLASS SHATTERS]
- ASON: [COUGHING]
- Yo, anybody grab the stash?
The money? Nothing?
BOBBY: My music.
SHA: B. O. B.
Where's my gun?
That shit ain't here.
Nigga, Dennis got that shit.
What?
You supposed to be my ace.
[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]
[TIRES SCREECH]
ASON: Oh, shit, here come Jah Son.
- Bobby D, what's up?
- BOBBY: Yo, what up, Jah?
JAH SON: Yo, that nigga Haze.
There go Cressy too.
Hey, how much you
think them chains cost?
Don't worry about it.
♪♪
- Ah!
- Run your jewels, nigga!
Now, you gon' run your jewels,
unless you wanna lose your
family jewels, motherfucker.
Hurry up.
[LAUGHS]
Ooh, those shits is ill, son!
These joints is one of a kind.
[REWINDING TAPE SQUEALS]
[TENSE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]
Ras clot...
- [GUNSHOTS BOOM]
- [CROWD SCREAMS]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[PANTING]
♪♪
- [REVVING MOTOR RECEDES]
- [HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
JAH SON: I'm feelin' like motherfuckin'
Scarface in this bitch, nigga.
[HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
Visit your mom, nigga.
I know she fucking misses you.
She told me that shit last night.
♪♪
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
[HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
♪♪
[HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
ANNOUNCER: Game over.
Try again.
[HEARTBEAT THUMPING]
[ELECTRONIC PULSING]
- DJ: Wu-Tang again?
- CALLER: Aw, yeah.
Again and again.
[PAGER BEEPING]
- You Jah Son?
- JAH SON: Hey, yo!
- COP: Freeze!
- JAH: Chill, chill, chill!
- Shit!
- Shit, nigga.
I'm sending assistance!
[TIRES SCREECH]
♪♪
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
JAH SON: What the fuck?
[BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING]
DENNIS: Yo, Jah, you're lucky.
JAH SON: Shit, we both been lucky.
Game might get you too,
especially the way me
and you been playin' it.
DENNIS: Hey, yo, what
else we supposed to do?
We born into this shit.
I mean, we ain't really
got much of a choice,
know what I mean?
JAH SON: Yo, this your old rhyme book?
- [ELECTRONIC BLEEPING]
- Nigga, why you stop?
I always thought you was dope.
- Man, whatever.
- JAH SON: Nah, yo, for real!
[BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING]
♪ He a creep, but his whole
life now turned to hell ♪
♪ When the stray shell sent
for Rahmel hit Michelle ♪
JAH: Whoo-hoo! I'ma need
me a copy of that shit.
[ELECTRONIC PINGING, BRIGHT PULSING]
[BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING]
Yo, DJ Nasty Nick, I
got this tape, you heard?
Want you to play this
shit on your show, tonight.
I don't think so. Doesn't work that way.
JAH SON: Oh, nah?
Ah, tell me how it does work, Mr. DJ.
Yo, I told you I'd get
you on the radio, son!
♪ Like it's funny and shit ♪
♪ Catchin' beef on the reg, Rick ready ♪
Radio, son!
So are we gonna make a
record or what, D-Lover?
I don't know.
Depends on what my manager says.
JAH SON: [LAUGHS]
What the fuck you think
I'm gonna say, nigga?
[BRIGHT WHOOSHING, LO-FI BLEEPING]
[ELECTRONIC PLINKING]
Yo, look at this shit, son.
JAH SON: Hard work pays off.
Yo, this is that real Iron Man,
Tony Stark shit, son, know what I mean?
Yo, n-niggas ain't...
niggas ain't even up with 'em yet, son.
We made it.
But nah, you gotta
come out to LA, though.
Yeah, you too.
JAH: Yo, looking good, Billy Ray.
Feeling good, Louis.
JAH SON: You see, D-Lover?
This what happens when
you play the game right.
ANNOUNCER: You win!
- [GUNSHOTS BOOM]
- [CROWD SCREAMS]
You lose.
[DESCENDING LO-FI ARPEGGIO]
[STATIC CRACKLING]
[WIND HOWLING]
[SOMBER ORGAN MUSIC]
REV. WILLIAMS: Now, we
will hear a few words
from the mother.
Then I will share a few
words from the good book.
Then we will head to the dining hall
for some food, amen.
PERSON: Miss.
REV. WILLIAMS: And get
you all on your way.
Amen.
CROWD: [MURMURING] Amen.
ELISE: No! Please, no!
No, no, don't take my baby.
Don't take my baby!
No, please!
Oh, please, God, no!
REV. WILLIAMS: Since the
mother is not able to speak,
and the father is not present...
ELISE: Oh, I can't. [SOBBING]
REV. WILLIAMS: I will
go on with my sermon,
unless there is anyone
who would love to share.
♪♪
I have a few words.
REV. WILLIAMS: Okay, sister.
LINDA: Here we all are again,
sitting amongst each other...
[SIGHS]
... 'cause another mother's
son has been taken from us,
over material items
that can be replaced.
Well, Jah Son's life can't be replaced.
- ATTENDEE: No.
- ATTENDEE: Nope.
[CROWD MURMURING]
[CHUCKLES]
[TENDER PIANO MUSIC]
That boy made everyone smile.
He was so funny and full of life.
Maybe he could've been
the next Eddie Murphy.
Lord knows his outfits
could light up a room.
[LAUGHTER]
The pain of labor
and giving birth,
it's an indescribable pain.
But imagine the pain a mother feels
when her child is killed in cold blood.
We mothers don't imagine our babies
as thugs,
gangsters,
murderers.
We see them as our children.
And I know your so-called street cred
may want you to get vengeance.
But vengeance is mine,
so sayeth the Lord.
CROWD: [SCATTERED] Amen.
LINDA: And the soul
that pulls the trigger,
I reckon, will suffer in his own hell.
- ATTENDEE: Amen.
- ATTENDEE: That's right.
[LIGHT APPLAUSE]
LINDA: So mothers, daughters,
sons, friends, neighbors...
♪♪
For God's sake,
you've got to stop all the shooting
in our communities.
ATTENDEE: That's right.
This is our home.
ATTENDEE: Amen!
These are our babies.
ATTENDEE: Amen.
[LIGHT APPLAUSE]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
[MEN GRUNTING]
[BLADE RESOUNDS]
♪♪
[GUN COCKS]
♪♪
[DICE THUD]
♪♪
[BLADE RESOUNDS]
I miss you, son.
Sorry I couldn't say good-bye.
GARY: Peace, Sha Rader.
What it be like, my dude?
Long time, no see.
SHA: Capital G. Mm.
You came all the way from Brooklyn?
GARY: Come on, son.
For Jah, I would've came
from across the world.
Know what I mean?
SHA: Shit crazy.
Nah, you know what's crazy?
Is how .5 grams of lead can decimate
a 160-pound body, dawg.
Yo, Aunt Linda was
speaking the truth up there.
They didn't have to
do Jah Son like that.
SHA: True indeed.
Shit ain't right. Word up.
Hey, yo, Bobby, cuz, come here.
That last joint y'all did,
"Schooling Brothers",
was making noise all last summer.
Even in Brooklyn.
Tapes was gettin' worn out.
I had mad copies, niggas
just stole 'em all.
Know what I mean?
Word.
Hey, I can make you another dub.
It's not about another dub, Bobby.
I'm talkin' about another tape.
When are y'all gonna start
making more music together?
- I don't even know.
- We been busy.
GARY: You and my cousin
right here are the next EPMD.
Yeah, whatever's clever.
I got some B.I. to attend to.
Peace.
Peace.
Can everyone please make
their way to the dining hall?
We have another service to prepare for.
[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪♪
BOBBY: Yo, D.
♪♪
REV. WILLIAMS: Hey, son.
Why don't you just go on and
get yourself something to eat?
Momma Sa Restaurant
generously donated a feast for us.
DENNIS: Momma Sa?
[TENSE MUSIC]
REV. WILLIAMS: Son, please.
[LOW CHATTER]
[BOTH LAUGH]
What's up, man? What you want?
Red beans, rice? What's up?
What up, nigga?
[CROWD GASPING, MURMURING]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Help us out with that!
Hey, yo, fuck this...
yo, nah, fuck this shit!
Yo, tell Cressy to take
this fuckin' fish and ackee
and shove it up his fuckin' ass, nigga.
- Yo, yo, yo.
- Fuck!
DENNIS: Fuck is wrong with you?
Why you comin' at me like that?
You know Jah was my man too!
Yo, it ain't have to
go down like that, son!
Dennis!
DENNIS: Hey, yo, tell
that knotty-head nigga
that his business in
Stapleton is dead, son!
We'd rather starve than
to fuck with y'all niggas.
[SPITS]
Fuck!
Shit!
Fuck!
Bobby. Shurrie.
Help me clean up this mess.
Baby, go on home,
and you clean yourself up.
Thanks, Ms. Diggs.
LINDA: Whoever didn't get a plate,
just give us a moment.
We'll get you fed.
There was nothing I could've done.
Jah robbed the nigga.
The fuck you think was gonna happen?
Yo, my Gs, we'll get past this.
We got a lot of biz to handle out here,
you know what I'm saying?
Nah.
I don't think I know what you're saying.
E'rybody loved Jah Son.
Everybody.
Yo, come on.
[LOW CHATTER]
Hey, Ms. Diggs.
I-I wanted to apologize to you
and Ms. Moore for what
happened back there.
I was completely out of line.
It's a painful day, Dennis.
We understand.
But you make sure you go and apologize
to Ms. Moore yourself, though.
Yes, ma'am.
How're your brothers?
They a'ight.
LINDA: And your mother?
Same old, same old.
Mm. Bet your boys are hungry.
Shurrie will make them a plate.
DENNIS: Nah, we... we good.
LINDA: Nah, wait, no, you...
you already got one quarrel today.
You don't get another.
I'ma fix you one too.
So busy blowing off steam,
you didn't get a chance to eat.
Thank you.
[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]
[TENDER PIANO MUSIC]
♪♪
[BOTH SIGH]
ASON: Yo!
Yo, you pouring the whole bottle!
Yo, Jah wouldn't want you
wasting all this on him.
[MOMMA GANJA LAUGHS]
He'd want this to go
where it belong, son.
MOMMA GANJA: You foul.
GARY: 'Sup, cuz?
'Sup with that 'Vine situation?
Shit, you know,
still stuck in Brooklyn House.
All that money's going
towards that lawyer, so...
You and D just burnt that
bridge with Haze, right?
We couldn't put out
for another key anyway.
Lost all our shit in the fire.
Them niggas would never front us.
So fuck it.
Hey, I did start
applying for jobs, though.
A nigga hasn't heard nothin'
yet, but what else can I do?
Well, keep making that music.
You heard about Tribe, right?
GARY: Tribe Called Quest? Nah, what?
I heard they got, like, a hundred-K
advance for their next joint.
A hundred thousand dollars?
Damn.
Yo, we could for sure bail
out Divine with that shit.
Yo, I used to battle Tip in school.
Yo, you know how much gold I
can get for a hundred large?
Chains, rings...
hey, yo, I'll make all my teeth gold.
Yo, get some fangs and shit.
Give you some love bites for real,
you know what I'm saying?
MOMMA GANJA: [GIGGLES]
You stupid.
ASON: Hey, yo, where you goin'?
Going home to write some
jewels, what you think?
BOBBY: Okay, nigga.
Tribe Called Quest gettin' a hundred,
I'm gettin' a half a mil, son.
Know what I mean?
- Hell, yeah, nigga.
- Peace out, man.
- Yo, he's right.
- Hell, yeah.
When the last time you wrote some raps?
ASON: What?
I'll write a rap right now.
Check it.
♪ Whoa-ho-ho, here I go, watch me flow ♪
♪ The one-man show, Ason told you so ♪
Okay.
- ASON: ♪ The BKOG, act like you know ♪
- MOMMA GANJA: Hey.
♪ A blizzard in the winter ♪
♪ Couldn't get this cold ♪
♪ No, I kick ass ♪
♪ Quick, fast ♪
♪ Bomb this bitch-ass ♪
♪ Then I palm his bitch-ass ♪
♪ Niggas jump up, do
what, who, what, what? ♪
♪ I been actin' up since
I left my daddy's nuts ♪
- MOMMA GANJA: [LAUGHS]
- [CHUCKLES]
You stupid.
Ain't nobody paying
you shit for that verse.
ASON: So what, then?
I'll come up with another.
If you do some real shit, though,
you can get that real money.
[RECORD CRACKLING]
[PROCOL HARUM'S "A
WHITER SHADE OF PALE"]
♪♪
BROOKER: ♪ We skipped
the light fandango ♪
♪♪
♪ Turned cartwheels cross the floor ♪
[ORGAN MUSIC]
♪♪
- [LAUGHS]
- Yeah, there more, man.
All right.
Yo, I thought we was on
some crowd control shit, son.
Too many niggas in here.
Yo, we the only spot on the block now.
Fiends gonna riot if
we don't let 'em in,
know what I'm sayin'?
You move all that, I'll
finally have enough money
to get that meeting with Cressy.
Yo, why you gotta re-up
with this nigga, son?
Yo, what's that?
SHA: That nigga foul for
what he did to Jah Son, son.
Foul?
Nigga, how the fuck
you know who did what?
Huh?
Save all that street gossip
for the bitches in the street, my nigga.
You know, Jah Son
might've been your boy,
but if he did that shit to me,
I woulda hung that
nigga from a street lamp,
for the whole island to see.
Yeah.
I don't know if it's the new apartment,
that nice new bed I got you,
or them fluffy fuckin' pillows,
but you startin' to feel a
little soft around the edges,
my nigga.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Maybe I should send you
back to that rooftop.
Get your game face back.
[SCOFFS]
♪♪
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN, CLICKS SHUT]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[COUPLE MOANING]
CRESSY: Mm, mm, mm...
[PAGER VIBRATING]
I give it to her.
Yeah, ma.
Much luck. [CHUCKLES]
Yeah, man.
[COUPLE MOANING]
I went to the funeral.
Mm.
They're talking about not
doing business with us anymore.
[CHUCKLES] No business?
With me?
[COUPLE MOANING]
That mean they ain't gwan eat.
- HAZE: They'll go back uptown.
- Let them.
Stapleton small potatoes.
The rest of the Island all mine.
HAZE: What if this starts a trend?
Peoples get upset for
this, that, or the other,
they go back uptown too.
Then you ain't got the
Island locked up anymore.
Shit look like Brooklyn.
Divided up like a jigsaw puzzle.
- [CHUCKLES]
- You lose money.
- Fix it, then.
- Fix it?
You say you have a problem, man,
but you don't have no solution.
Make the people them
have love for Cressy.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Hmm?
♪♪
Yeah, man.
BARBRA: "Why did we start so late?"
DARIUS: Is that p-p-pork?
I don't eat that shit.
- [LAUGHS]
- You what?
A'ight, son.
You don't gotta eat.
BARBRA: My brother is not dead!
[SCREAMS]
- Thank you.
- SHURRIE: Mm-hmm.
You take good care of them.
Yeah, I don't know how I'ma do that now.
You could get a job.
Yo, I'm a high school
dropout with felonies.
What kind of job you think I can get?
I applied to Arby's once, though.
They fucking laughed, yo.
Arby's.
And I don't even fuck with roast beef.
SHURRIE: I don't know,
those Beef 'n Cheddars
are kind of good, though.
- [TAPES CLATTERING]
- DARIUS: [GROANS]
[STUTTERING] Sorry.
It's okay.
BEN: There wasn't a sign of life left.
Except...
[CRICKETS CHIRPING SOFTLY]
By now, there were no more screams.
SHURRIE: Yo, is this your rhyme book?
Why don't you make music
with my brother anymore?
Hey, yo, I'm out here putting in work.
It look like I got time to
be messin' with all that?
I don't know.
You're not putting in work
now, so don't you have time?
[CLEARS THROAT]
I'ma take them outside.
Okay.
BEN: Staring at me.
[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]
DENNIS: Y'all don't get in no trouble.
- SHURRIE: Mm, thank you.
- DENNIS: [SCOFFS LIGHTLY]
BEN: ... scattered through
the air like bugs.
BARBRA: We came to put a
wreath on my father's grave.
Does B-B-Bobby
know you're f-f-fucking
his s-s-sister?
[LAUGHS]
BARBRA: And we didn't have any.
H-hey, yo, you talk too much, son.
You talk too much.
[LAUGHS]
[ERIC B. & RAKIM'S "IN
THE GHETTO" PLAYING]
♪♪
[LOW CHATTER]
♪♪
Whoo!
♪♪
HAZE: Yo, Shotgun,
who you supposed to be?
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, or Mikey?
Shit, none of them niggas
got nothin' on what I can do.
Do your thang. What's the word, fam?
You know shit's still been
touchy since Jah's funeral.
Everybody know you my man.
- Mm-hmm.
- Cradle to the grave, my G.
Womb to the tomb.
SHOTGUN: But on the real,
shit's just been poppin' off over here
since Stapleton dried up, feel me?
Well, I'll get at you.
A'ight. Peace.
HAZE: Peace.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
RAKIM: ♪ So I Bogart
and never get scarred ♪
♪ I'm God, but it seems
like I'm locked in hell ♪
♪ Lookin' over ♪
[DOG BARKING]
♪ Stand on my own two
feet and come equipped ♪
♪ Any stage I'm seen
on or mic I fiend on ♪
♪ I stand alone and
need nothin' to lean on ♪
♪ Goin' for self with a long way to go ♪
Yo!
Park Hill is sayin' it's dead out here.
GIRL: ♪ It ain't where you
from, it's where you at ♪
HAZE: What song y'all playin'?
GIRL: That new Eric B.
& Rakim, all day, man.
Hmm.
I heard they're doing a show
in Union Square on Friday.
GIRL: They need to come here,
but no one ever does shows out this way.
Mm.
Mm-kay.
RAKIM: ♪ With no physical form ♪
♪ Millions of cells
with one destination ♪
♪ To reach the best
part as life's creation ♪
♪ Nine months later, a job well done ♪
[PHONE LINE RINGING]
[PHONE TRILLS]
- Yeah.
- HAZE: Yo.
You still got Eric B. number?
Eric... yeah, man, why?
We gonna put on a concert.
- CRESSY: Where?
- Here. Staten Island.
SCALISE: It's better to use rock cocaine
than to sell it, according to the law.
You'll get a lighter sentence.
I never used rock cocaine.
Why'd you hire this clown?
Larry recommended him.
And this is my idea.
Not his.
- I ain't no goddamn crackhead.
- Watch your mouth.
SCALISE: You're looking
at mandatory 20 years,
capital two.
If I can argue that
it's for personal use,
for you and your fiend friends...
and that's a big if,
considering the amount...
you might not do any time
and just go straight to rehab,
if we get the right judge.
LINDA: Divine.
You listen to me.
You are going to admit to
being the biggest crackhead
Staten Island has ever seen,
if it means you get to come home.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
♪♪
[GATE BUZZES]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]
♪♪
Yo.
Yo. Yo.
Yo, battle on the Island, son.
And Eric B. & Rakim gonna be there.
Rap battle, son.
Yo, Eric B. & Ra... and Rakim?
- That's what I'm sayin'.
- Nigga...
♪♪
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Yo, it says right here
the winner of the battle gets $5,000?
Yo, we could... yo, we
could pass 'em a demo!
Yo, we could get a working deal, son!
Yo.
♪ Whoa-ho-ho, here I go, watch me flow ♪
Yo, Cressy doing this shit?
ASON: It ain't about him,
son, it's about the battle!
BOBBY: I'ma win this shit.
And I'm gettin' Divine out.
[LOW CHATTER]
Everything good with the lawyer?
Yo, who I really need
is this nigga Matlock.
Shit, he never lost a
case in five seasons.
He did once, in, like,
a flashback or somethin'.
I know there's gotta be
something better on than this.
[TENSE MUSIC]
You're Tarzan?
♪♪
SOUTH: Two hundred and
forty hours, niggas.
That's how long I'm in this bitch for.
A'ight?
Is Brooklyn in the house?
- INMATES: All day!
- SOUTH: Yeah.
Bronx, Queens,
get the fuck out of here.
Oh, I can't forget about
Staten Island niggas.
Park Hill. Stapleton.
Bums.
So while I'm here,
this ain't just Brooklyn
House of Detentions no more.
This my house.
My TV.
My phone.
No one touches it while I'm here.
A'ight?
You mean this phone?
♪♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪♪
My bad.
Wrong day.
But I'ma call my girl one day this week.
See y'all then.
That's what your mom said, baby boy.
♪♪
[LOW CHATTER]
Whatever.
Books are better for your health, huh?
[MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING]
♪♪
♪♪
SHURRIE: Bobby!
♪♪
Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby, turn that down!
♪♪
♪♪
POWER: Yo.
Yo, I got at Haze.
Meeting with Cressy is on.
At this show right here.
A'ight?
♪♪
Rakim.
In Staten Island?
♪♪
♪♪
[CROWD CHATTERING]
[MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING]
♪♪
Wow.
I'm surprised to see you here, nigga.
- What up, son?
- Yo.
You know, I'm just tryin' to snatch
that cake, know what I mean?
Yo, we all tryin' to get
paid, know what I'm sayin'?
DENNIS: But if any of us win,
it'll be for the same cause.
That's to get your brother out.
♪♪
Hey, yo.
What's "Allah Justice", son?
GARY: It's my name now,
know what I mean?
Not my slave name, Gary.
See, I got knowledge of self.
I ain't with all that
eighty-five movement.
- EMCEE: Are you all ready...
- DENNIS: Yo, eighty-five what?
- Hey, yo, yo.
- EMCEE: For Eric B. & Rakim?
The god about to rip this one.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[ERIC B. & RAKIM'S
"FOLLOW THE LEADER" PLAYS]
♪♪
♪ Follow me into a
solo, get in the flow ♪
♪ And you can picture like a photo ♪
♪ Music mix, mellow maintains to make ♪
♪ Melodies for MCs,
motivates the breaks ♪
♪ I'm everlasting, I can
go on for days and days ♪
♪ With rhyme displays that
engrave deep as X-rays ♪
♪ I can take a phrase
that's rarely heard ♪
♪ Flip it, now it's a daily word ♪
♪ I can get iller than
'Nam, I kill and bomb ♪
♪ But no alarm, Rakim will remain calm ♪
♪ Self-esteem make me
super, superb, and supreme ♪
♪ But for a microphone, still I fiend ♪
♪ This was a tape, I
wasn't supposed to break ♪
♪ I was supposed to
wait, but let's motivate ♪
♪ I want to see you keep
following and swallowing ♪
♪ Taking and making,
biting and borrowing ♪
♪ Brothers tried and others
died to get the formula ♪
♪ But I'ma let you sweat,
you still ain't warm ♪
♪ You a step away from frozen,
stiff as if you're posing ♪
♪ Dig into my brain as
the rhyme gets chosen ♪
♪ So follow me ♪
♪ And while you're
thinking you were first ♪
♪ Let's travel at magnificent
speeds around the universe ♪
♪ What could you say as the Earth ♪
♪ Gets further and further away ♪
♪ Planets as small as balls of clay ♪
♪ Astray into the Milky
Way, worlds out of sight ♪
♪ Far as the eye can see,
not even a satellite ♪
♪ Now stop and turn around and look ♪
♪ As you stare in the darkness,
your knowledge is took ♪
♪ So keep staring, soon
you suddenly see a star ♪
♪ You better follow
it, 'cause it's the R ♪
♪ This is a lesson if you're guessing ♪
♪ And if you're borrowing ♪
♪ Hurry, hurry, step right up
and keep following the leader ♪
Think it's time for me
to call my cherry head.
You want slot time,
you gotta pay for it.
Pay you no mind, nigga.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
HAZE: Check, one, two!
We got a gang of MCs in here
tonight from all over
the Island competing
for $5,000.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Courtesy of my man Cressy.
[CROWD BOOING]
- Fuck that!
- HAZE: Hold up, hold up.
Did Eric B. & Rakim
just rip this stage up?
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Also, for the rest of the night,
the bar is open.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
All of this made possible
by my man Cressy.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Word, bless up. You know?
CROWD: [CHANTING] Cressy! Cressy!
This nigga 7:30.
CROWD: [CHANTING]
Cressy! Cressy! Cressy!
BOBBY: So I guess it's
really over now, huh?
Everybody got love for Cressy again.
Nah, it ain't over.
I'll push it to the side for now.
Let the battle begin.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[UPBEAT PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]
♪♪
[INMATES GRUNTING]
HAZE: First up... One Man Army!
♪ I push a blade back and forth ♪
♪ Like I'm cuttin' grass ♪
♪ I push a blade back and forth ♪
♪ Like I'm cuttin' grass ♪
♪ I push a blade back and forth ♪
♪ Like I'm cuttin' grass ♪
♪ I treat my enemies equal,
that's a double slash ♪
♪ I put my foot so far
up yo' fuckin' ass ♪
♪ You'll be shittin' Air Force
1s for a month and a half ♪
♪ Anybody disagree come across my path ♪
♪ You'll find yourself in the
dumpster for talkin' trash ♪
[GRUNTS]
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
HAZE: Let's hear it for my boy Shotgun!
♪ Uh ♪
♪♪
♪ I'm your worst nightmare ♪
♪ I'll take your life right here ♪
♪ Do or die, ain't nobody
got time for tears ♪
♪ Catch a 25-to-life,
that's light-years ♪
♪ Catch a pencil to
the eye on sight, yeah ♪
♪ Bloodstains on my white
pair, fuck do I care? ♪
♪ I'll shit on your corpse
while you lie there ♪
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
HAZE: Comin' out from Brooklyn,
it's Allah Justice.
♪♪
♪ Fake goons get shank wounds ♪
♪ Mop ringers in the day room ♪
♪ More body bags to make today's news ♪
♪ End result, you get
beat to a bloody pulp ♪
♪ Call me a monster, my
rage like the fuckin' Hulk ♪
♪ You get stabbed in the liver ♪
♪ With some rusty scissors ♪
♪ Trust me, nigga, die
slow if you lucky, nigga ♪
- [BLOW LANDS]
- DIVINE: [GRUNTS]
♪♪
[CROWD CHEERING]
♪♪
HAZE: Coming up next to
the stage is D-Lover!
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
♪ Yo, Big Rick hit the strip ♪
♪ Big gun on his hip ♪
♪ Rich or poor, dude or
chick, anybody get lit ♪
♪ He would trip off the
Henny or an E&J fifth ♪
♪ Pop a shell, squeeze a clip ♪
♪ Like it's funny and shit ♪
♪ Catchin' beef on the
reg, Rick ready to eat ♪
♪ Before you cross paths ♪
♪ You better off crossing the street ♪
♪ He a creep, but his whole
life now turned to hell ♪
♪ When a stray shell meant
for Rahmel hit Michelle ♪
♪♪
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
♪♪
BOBBY: Yo.
Nigga, you fuckin' cut through that beat
like a hot knife through butter, nigga.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Just a little somethin', somethin'.
Yo, that shit was fuckin' fire, yo.
You need to be doing this shit.
HAZE: Gettin' thick in here.
Niggas are droppin' hot shit for sure.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Coming up to the stage next is...
Bobby Dynamite.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Nigga said my name wrong.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Yo, what the fuck?
HAZE: My bad, my bad.
Coming all the way from Flatbush,
it's Triple Crown!
- Hell, no!
- RAPPER: Make some noise!
Hey, these niggas' names
wasn't even on the list!
RAPPER: Start the beat!
Yeah. We in the house right now.
You know what I'm sayin'?
♪ Everybody put one hand in the air ♪
♪ Put a hand in the air ♪
Yo, fuck this fuckin' shit, yo.
♪ You have to listen ♪
♪ Watchin' me stomp on the competition ♪
♪ Soon as me walk in,
your bride is missing ♪
♪ Your queen disappear,
me a card magician ♪
♪ I hate to cut you
off like a unpaid bill ♪
- ♪ But me have to interrupt... ♪
- RAPPER: ♪ Chill ♪
♪ It's a soul food like a Sunday meal ♪
- ♪ Don't come to ♪
- ALL: ♪ Brooklyn! ♪
♪ If the sauce ain't real ♪
ALL: ♪ Like that, like
this, like this, like that ♪
♪ Put a fist in the air if
you feeling the hype track ♪
♪ So who's a hot rat,
me chill as a ice pack ♪
♪ Man, I know, but are you finished? ♪
♪ No, me comin' right back ♪
♪ Yo, Brooklyn finest
call me a highness ♪
♪ Reppin' in Staten where
the girls them flyest ♪
- ♪ Them the flyest ♪
- ♪ The girls them flyest ♪
♪ They won't deny us,
come on and try us ♪
♪ Walk with the lions,
join our alliance ♪
♪ As we kick science,
Incas and the Mayans ♪
♪ Dance to the beat,
be tappin' your feet ♪
RAPPER: ♪ We got two Es ♪
♪ But a champ's got three-peat ♪
ALL: ♪ Beep, beep, get out the way ♪
- RAPPER: ♪ We need an all-star ♪
- ALL: ♪ When we come out to play ♪
♪ We came to party, sip on Bacardi ♪
♪ Leave with a shorty and go get lordy ♪
♪ When I say hip, y'all say hop ♪
- ♪ Hip ♪
- ALL: ♪ Hop ♪
- RAPPER: ♪ Hip ♪
- ALL: ♪ Hop ♪
RAPPER: ♪ When I say
rip, y'all say shop ♪
- ♪ Rip ♪
- ALL: ♪ Shop ♪
- RAPPER: ♪ Rip ♪
- ALL: ♪ Shop ♪
RAPPER: ♪ Just put
your hands in the air ♪
♪ Everybody just put
your hands in the air ♪
Peace.
- [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
- [FEEDBACK DRONES]
Buh, buh, buh, buh! Yeah, man!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
It's over, man!
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
CROWD MEMBER: Whoo!
One, two, one, two.
[FEEDBACK DRONING]
It's not over yet.
We still have one more MC to go.
Introducing MC Dynamite.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Yo, yo, it's your boy.
MC Dynamite.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
About to have some fun.
Hey, DJ. Drop that beat.
♪♪
Yeah.
CROWD MEMBER: All right, B!
♪♪
Yeah. Uh.
Yeah.
- ♪ My mind go ♪
- [MUSIC SLOWS DOWN, STOPS]
Yo.
[CROWD BOOING]
Hey, what the fuck?
What?
HAZE: Yo, fam.
Get 'em next time, all right?
- You good.
- What?
- Get 'em next time. You good.
- I'm good?
Yeah, get 'em next time. Come on.
Hey, everybody.
Hey.
Everybody, uh...
yo, follow me, all right?
All right.
Clap your hands, everybody.
Everybody, clap your hands, yeah.
Clap your hands, everybody.
Everybody, clap your hands, yeah.
Uh.
♪ My mind go back to an early mood ♪
♪ When I was a sperm cell
in the fallopian tube ♪
♪ In the midst of a
state of triple darkness ♪
♪ Going through a struggle
that doesn't exist ♪
♪ Avoiding every danger
that came in my path ♪
♪ As I watched every sperm
cell get ripped in half ♪
♪ One in a million completes the job ♪
♪ And for the other sperm cells ♪
♪ The womb is a graveyard ♪
♪ See, in the womb, I was
like a foreign object ♪
♪ I was like a new nigga
walking through the projects ♪
♪ So here I am in the danger zone ♪
♪ My head and my tail,
my 23 chromosomes ♪
♪ But I thought it
couldn't be that bad ♪
- ♪ 'Cause my dad ♪
- [SCOFFS]
BOBBY: ♪ He coulda used a body bag ♪
♪ And if not, then
my tomb woulda been ♪
♪ In the trash can
of my mom's bedroom ♪
♪ Well, damn ♪
♪ But they was in love ♪
♪ And they was new to it ♪
♪ So here I go on a
mission to the uterus ♪
♪ A million motherfuckers
tried to race ahead ♪
♪ But I am the one who
fertilized the egg ♪
[CROWD BOOING]
CROWD MEMBER: Boo!
[BOOING GROWS LOUDER]
CROWD MEMBER: [IMITATES BUZZER] Next!
CROWD MEMBER: No!
Man, fuck you, bitch-ass CO.
I don't want this slop.
Think I am, a fucking animal?
DIVINE: If you don't eat,
you won't have the
strength to last in here.
How long they gonna keep
us in this bitch, man?
[CHUCKLES] Probably two weeks.
It gon' feel like two months, though.
Hey, how... how come you helpin' me out?
I ain't from Stapleton.
DIVINE: We from Staten.
We may be from separate
hoods when we on the rock,
but when we off the rock,
we gotta stick together.
Yo, we the smallest borough.
So how I see it,
it's Staten Island against the world.
They robbed us.
One of us shoulda won that shit, son.
Yeah, me.
Your shit was hot, but my shit was lava.
An assistant to this
manager gave me his number.
Hey, yo, "assistant to this manager"?
Whatever, my shit had
all the birds chirping.
No matter what, none of our verses won.
Definitely not that
a cappella sperm shit.
[LAUGHTER]
You thought this was science class?
BOBBY: Man, look, whatever.
No matter what we would have done,
none of our verses would have won.
Yeah, that's 'cause the nigga Cressy
had that shit set up for
them Brooklyn bumbaclots
to win anyway.
Nah, yo.
It's 'cause all them niggas
went up there as a unit.
We all went up there as individuals.
Reppin' ourselves and not our borough.
You feel me?
Well, I'm from Brooklyn,
fam, get what I mean?
You know what the fuck I mean, nigga.
Yo, let's get up out of here, son.
Get back to this, know what I'm sayin'?
- Peace, peace.
- A'ight, peace.
Word.
WOMAN: Yeah, I know that's right.
HAZE: Excuse me, ladies.
POWER: Yo, puttin' this shit together
for the Island was smart.
I was ridin' with y'all
regardless, my nigga.
Know that.
HAZE: Cressy appreciates that.
He said you and him deal directly,
from now on.
Word up.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
- You're welcome.
- [CHUCKLES]
Yo.
- BOBBY: Yo.
- Yo, your shit was mad deep.
That's the type of shit
that be on yo' mind?
Hey, you shoulda signed up.
You got one of the illest
flows in Staten Island.
Yeah, that's what you think, son.
All right.
Hey, yo, you remember that, uh...
[CHUCKLES] That, uh...
♪ Word on the street,
there's a party to do ♪
♪ That's true, so I put
on my old Gucci suit ♪
♪ Had the fuckin' silk that matched ♪
♪ Right and exact ♪
♪ So observe my swerve
as I attack with ♪
BOTH: ♪ Full contact ♪
SHA: Yeah, son.
[PAGER BEEPING]
A'ight, son.
[FUNKY SOUL MUSIC]
♪♪
GARY AND ASON: ♪ We rock all,
all, all in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
♪ All, all, all in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
♪ January, February, March, April ♪
♪ May, June, we all in tune ♪
- ♪ All, all ♪
- GARY: ♪ Yeah ♪
BOTH: ♪ All in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
♪ All, all, all in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Hoo-hoo!
- [LAUGHS]
- Hell, yeah.
♪♪
♪ Well, I was comin' down
the block one hot afternoon ♪
CHORUS: ♪ Comin' down the
block one hot afternoon ♪
GARY: ♪ On a scale of one to ten ♪
♪ I saw a girl about a nine ♪
♪ A flavor of new depth,
but only she was divine ♪
♪ Walkin' down my block,
said the block Monroe ♪
♪ I said peace to her,
then the bitch said hello ♪
♪ I said hell is low, it's
the lowest you can go ♪
ASON: ♪ It's 32 degrees below zero ♪
GARY: ♪ So I started to rain
on this young girl's brain ♪
♪ Causin' her a great
deal of physical pain ♪
♪ She said, tip, tap,
step off the broad, stat ♪
♪ No diamonds or gold,
you cannot get her back ♪
♪ Then I said, so what,
as I grabbed her butt ♪
♪ You know she smiled for a while ♪
♪ But her mouth kept shut ♪
CHORUS: ♪ All, all,
all in together now ♪
♪ Gettin' paid, gettin'
fresh for the weather now ♪
♪♪
PERSON: Get on the line.