Wu-Tang: An American Saga (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript
Mic check, one‐two.
Mic check, one‐two.
Yo, I can't even
hear myself, man.
Yo, what the fuck?
My name is Rakeem,
not "Rakim"!
Do you know
what your name means?
R is for rule.
To rule is in the nature
of the black man.
Rules are given to those
who are living
a righteous way of life.
Once you gain knowledge,
it's gon' wipe away
that fear in you.
You want the Lessons?
This shit is real.
I'm a really hard
worker, okay?
And I really need this job.
We keep a tight ship
over here.
You gotta show up on time,
do what you're told.
Always wear your uniform
and keep it clean.
‐ This sounds like
a great opportunity.
Oh, fuck.
‐ This is where you should be
putting your work into.
‐ Ain't making no bread
off no music, son.
Shit's just a hobby
we picked up in the lobby,
you know what I mean?
‐ We got a gang of MCs
in here tonight
from all over the island
competing for $5,000,
courtesy of my man Cressy.
‐ You shoulda signed up.
Illest flows in Staten Island.
‐ Yeah, that's what
you think, son.
‐ I'm not leaving us alone.
We'll look out
for each other.
‐ But it's different.
You men now.
You have to make something
of yourself.
You have style that's
not like any other artist
that we have on our roster,
and I think that this video
is gonna showcase that.
You're gonna love it,
all right?
I promise.
‐ I see you got
your groupies and shit, huh?
Who the fuck‐‐what
the fuck you just said, son?
‐ You heard
what the fuck I said,
bum‐ass motherfucker.
What up?
Jump, nigga.
You here all buddy‐buddy
with these Park Hill niggas
like ain't shit happen.
Them niggas still gotta answer
for what they did,
Prince Rakeem.
‐ You know what? I spoke
to Monica and Tom at the label.
The single, it's not moving
like they hoped it would.
There's not gonna be an album.
It's over.
They're dropping you.
‐ You're just a bitch!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ Yo, what up, Attila?
Oh.
You actually got bigger
in there.
♪ Back it up, back it up ♪
♪ Hey, yo,
you're playing me close ♪
♪ So back up off ♪
♪ Hey, yo,
you're playing me close ♪
‐ They tore down the field.
Put in a new Blockbuster Video.
You see any good movies
while you was in there?
New York's home
for hip‐hop and R&B.
‐ Cool, cool.
♪ I got
too many ladies ♪
‐ Remember Divine?
Diggs?
This his little brother,
go by Prince Rakeem.
Saw his video on The Box.
Kinda catchy.
Cool, cool.
Divine got locked up.
Yeah, man, fucked up
the whole game in Stapleton.
Gotta go to Park Hill
just to get decent shit.
Crazy.
♪ ♪
‐ You bring my shit?
‐ Cleaned it this morning.
♪ ♪
Something wrong?
♪ ♪
‐ The whole time
I was locked up...
you didn't put a single cent
on my commissary.
♪ ♪
I thought me and you
had an understanding.
♪ ♪
‐ Attila, we‐‐we do got
a understanding.
I was‐‐
♪ ♪
Oh, shit.
♪ ♪
Oh, no, no!
Attila!
- Attila's out!
- Attila is out!
Attila!
Shit!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ All right, well,
let's get him down here
as soon as we can.
I mean‐‐
You know what'd be‐‐
I'll call you back, all right?
It's the worst part of the job.
It's, uh‐‐
it's show business, right?
Not show friends.
‐ It wasn't my decision.
‐ I just don't
understand, Monica.
I mean, I‐‐I did everything
you guys asked me to do.
I revamped my image.
I did that poppy song,
that cheesy music video.
Hell, I even wore
that damn top hat.
‐ Okay, our marketing strategy
may have been a mistake.
‐ I did things your way.
Now try mine.
The single didn't pop.
‐ Yo, fuck the single, Monica.
‐ "I Love You Rakeem"
was a test balloon.
It's a way for the label
to justify making more songs.
‐ I have other songs,
better songs,
I mean, shit you ain't
even heard yet.
‐ All right, look,
between you and me,
there's talk about
a larger company acquiring us,
and Tommy just‐‐he wants
to change course, all right?
So instead of pouring money
into launching solo artists,
they're looking to sign groups.
‐ Well, that's good.
Yeah, that's‐‐that's good
because I actually...
I have my own group.
All right?
- ‐ Wu‐Tang?
- Wu‐Tang Clan.
It's myself,
my boys Dennis and Shotgun,
and my cousin Ason.
‐ Wait, isn't he
a backup dancer?
Yeah, but he raps too.
Yo, yo, maybe we even get my‐‐
my boy Gary to sign on.
Yo, I'm sure that he'd love
to hop on this with us, man.
It's‐‐
MONICA: Gary is signed
to another label, okay?
That's just not
how the system works.
Look...
I know this is the end
of the road
for you here at Tommy Boy,
but I am sure
that Andre has a plan for you.
All right?
Let me walk you out.
‐
Yeah.
Fine.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
That's the evil lady, right?
Nah, man, that's
bald‐headed nigga's sister.
Hey, yo, pay attention.
‐ Chou Fong‐Wu, you're guilty
of murdering your master.
‐ He had no choice!
Hey, yo, these two
right here, they in love.
‐ He's banging
his best friend's sister?
That's real fucked up.
No wonder why
you love this flick so much.
‐ Yo, shut up
and watch the damn movie.
He didn't
kill his master!
Who are you?
‐ I'm Yen Lan of the Shaolin.
‐ The Shaolin?
Shaolin and Wu‐Tang
got beef
that goes back
hundreds of years.
Mm‐mm.
‐ Nah, bro, that's a wig.
- ‐ Who the fuck are they?
- Qing soldiers.
Oh, she got fucked up.
Rewind that shit.
Take care...
‐ Hey, yo, y'all think
this shit is funny?
Seconds ago, she was whupping
that dude's ass.
Now she just dying
in her man's arms.
Could you imagine
losing someone like that?
‐ Boo‐hoo‐hoo.
Go cry to Shurrie.
‐
‐ Wu‐Tang Clan ain't nothing
to fuck with.
Careful!
Higher.
Higher.
Too high.
- And look at me.
- Yes, yes.
Very good, Gary.
Right there.
That wack‐ass robe
is still better
than that fucking top hat
y'all had me in.
Good.
‐ Can't blame it all
on the video.
Tommy Boy just wasn't
the right fit.
‐ What about Def Jam?
Maybe even Wild Pitch.
‐ Uh, you don't
fit there either.
‐ All right,
so what's the plan?
You might wanna
accept the fact
that you're not gonna make it
as a recording artist.
More.
‐ Okay.
And if not
as an artist, then...
maybe a producer?
You know, I got‐‐
I got a shitload of beats
just sitting in my room
right now.
‐ You mean those dusty
snare drums
with Bruce Lee noises?
No.
‐ Yo, what the fuck, 'Dre?
‐ Yo, wrap that shit up.
‐ So what are we gonna do?
‐ Look, I don't know
what you're gonna do,
but I gotta get back to work.
‐ Hey, are you...
are you dropping me?
‐ Look, you had your shot.
You missed.
Did more than most
other guys would have.
But now I gotta focus
on my other clients...
like your cousin.
‐ Okay, okay.
So it's‐‐it's like that.
‐ Hey, I‐‐I still
love you, Rakeem.
‐
Hey, 'Dre.
We better settle up, then.
Right?
‐ Wait, uh, after
the video shoots,
recoup costs, commissions,
studio fees‐‐
shit, I mean,
technically you owe me.
But I'm a fair guy,
so, you know,
I'll waive all my fees.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ What's good, big man?
What you need?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
‐ The mystery God
doesn't exist.
You don't need
to search outside yourself
to find that mystery God...
Because you are God, brother,
and the search is within.
Ask yourself...
‐ Hey‐‐hey, yo, 'Vine!
And solve the mystery.
Hey, yo, 'Vine!
‐ Do you have knowledge
of self?
Do you have
knowledge of self, nigga?
Fuck. Get the fuck up
out of here with all that shit.
So sad.
Try to give the brother
some knowledge
that he's not ready to receive.
Hopefully one day,
he will be,
as we all shall on our journey.
‐ 'Sup, D‐Lover?
Keep the change.
‐ That watch gold?
‐ 24‐karat.
‐ That shit is nice.
‐ Thanks, man.
‐ Give me that shit.
‐ But, D‐Lover, we're boys.
‐ Give me that fucking shit.
‐ Hey, whoa.
‐ Do what the fuck I say.
‐ All right, easy, easy.
‐ Hurry up.
Give me the glasses too.
‐ For real?
‐ Give me the fucking glasses.
My name ain't D‐Lover to you.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ So he became a monk?
‐ Yo, be quiet, son.
You gon' make me miss
the best part. Wait.
Hey, yo, he all fucked up
trying to get over
his sister's death.
She shoulda learned how
to dodge some fucking arrows.
Yo, shh.
Hey, shit, soon as this
motherfucker finish training,
he gon' be unstoppable,
know what I mean?
‐ You never practice.
You always act
as if it's for real.
‐ You never practice.
You always act
as if it's for real.
‐ Spit that shit again.
♪ Yo,
the Shaolin Kang fist ♪
♪ Is the most powerful style ♪
♪ It's as powerful
as it can get ♪
♪ Until you master
the Wu‐Tang sword style ♪
♪ Brother, you ain't seen
nothing yet ♪
‐ That's dope.
You should
write that shit down.
Put that kung fu shit
in a song or something.
‐ Yeah, Bobby already tried
that shit.
‐ Then you know
that's a good idea.
What's the real reason you two
don't make music no more?
Are you mad at him?
♪ He's got
the whole world ♪
♪ In his hands ♪
♪ He's got
the whole wide world ♪
♪ In his hands ♪
Feels good
to get your hands dirty.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
Mama, since when do you garden?
Since we got one.
- Hmm?
- Oh, I have homework.
‐ Well, technically
this is "home work."
‐ Mm‐hmm.
I'll get dinner started.
- ‐ Thank you, baby.
- Mm‐hmm.
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
$25 million in one day
is pretty good, if you ask me.
Oh, screw Ernie,
that gullible prick.
Bulls and bears make the money
while the pigs get slaughtered.
Yeah, see,
that's the difference
between professionals
and amateurs.
Pros look for what's wrong
with the system
while amateurs assume
that it's right
and go along with it.
Yeah.
‐ 25 fucking million.
♪ I got too many ladies ♪
♪ I got to learn
to say no ♪
♪ Wow, Rakeem ♪
‐ ♪ But then my ego
gets into the way ♪
♪ And always says something
that I'll never say ♪
♪ I'd just bag 'em,
keep 'em under my wing ♪
♪ Put 'em in a posse
and let them all sing ♪
♪ Oh, we love you,
Rakeem ♪
♪ Do you? ♪
♪ Oh, we love you,
Rakeem ♪
- Yo!
- ♪ Say it again, baby ♪
‐ Whoo!
Word!
Hell yeah!
Yo, you heard this shit?
Shit crazy, son.
Bobby out here blowing up.
♪ Oh, we love you,
Rakeem ♪
‐ Yeah, well,
I hope he got paid
to dress up like
Thurston Howell and shit.
‐
‐ Yo, why'd they change
the music up?
The old version was way better.
‐ So you have heard this shit.
Word.
‐ Now, let's bounce, my nigga.
We're going to Cressy's.
♪ ♪
‐ ♪ You'll never rhyme again ♪
♪ When stepping in
me lion's den ♪
♪ I retire men when I'm writing
fire with the iron pen ♪
♪ Repping for the streets
from the belly of the beast ♪
♪ Like I'm lying
in a leviathan playing violin ♪
♪ I am him ♪
‐ Cressy got company.
♪ ♪
‐
‐ What's the party for?
‐ No party.
This business.
‐ Business, huh?
‐ Movie business.
‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
but all due respect,
you know what I'm here for,
you know what I mean?
‐
My cousin Deidrich
from Baltimore.
Everything go through him now.
♪ ♪
How much you need?
‐ How about we talk
somewhere else?
‐ Don't worry,
we keep things tight.
I promise.
‐ What about the talent show
over there?
There money
to be made in music.
They rap about my life.
About time I get in on that.
‐ My cousin already
making moves.
Go downstairs, check out
that studio we building.
Yeah, man.
‐ Studio?
Here?
‐ So how about that youth
from Stapleton
that blow up
and thing like that?
‐ Prince Rakeem.
‐ Bobby.
Know him?
‐ Yeah, we recorded
some shit together.
‐ You rap?
‐ My man's here for work.
Well, we the ones
who give you your work,
so you gonna spit something
or what?
♪ ♪
‐ This nigga, right, man?
♪ King of battle raps,
I dismantle cats ♪
♪ Hopping out of Cadillacs
draggin' a battle‐ax ♪
♪ The new Attila the Hun
wielding a gun ♪
♪ And the gun
is Lawrence Taylor ♪
♪ You're getting killed
if you run ♪
‐ ♪ Hey, yo, soon as I lock
and load ♪
♪ And aim and squeeze,
you know who the top shot is ♪
♪ Dressed to impressed
the godfathers ♪
♪ Alliance is fruitful,
I manifested to be truthful ♪
♪ Problems with the businesses
sending troops through ♪
♪ And yet they shoot through ♪
♪ Any type of armor
you use to block ♪
♪ 'Cause you a fool
to try to stop this ♪
♪ Another chamber is open,
I'm enforcing this hotness ♪
♪ So the whole globe will know
who to pop with ♪
‐ Oh!
‐ Whoo!
Mm‐hmm.
‐ I Didn't know you had
a star on your hand, Power.
‐ Yeah, he got skills.
‐ Yeah, man.
But what's the chorus?
‐ Hey, yo, it's no hook.
It's only clips from the flick
in between verses.
And sword sounds.
Niggas love kung fu movies,
know what I mean?
My boy Bobby was saying
how the Wu‐Tang is‐‐
‐ Hey, yo, how is this
reppin' Staten Island?
‐ Nigga, Shaolin
is Staten Island.
‐ Yo, that don't even make no‐‐
Didn't you just say that the Wu
was at war with Shaolin?
‐ Yeah, and that the very end,
the two blend
they secret styles
to defeat the evil lord
because they know
they stronger together.
‐ Yo, pass the blunt.
‐ Yo, I'm saying, like,
what if we merged
the two styles...
kung fu and rap?
You know, blend the music
with the movies.
The lyrics,
the whole fucking vibe.
‐ Yo, Dennis...
we not Chinese.
We black.
‐
Yo, B‐O‐B!
♪ Dah‐na, dah‐na, dah‐na ♪
What's up, man?
All hail Prince Rakeem, son.
Man.
Yo, can I get your autograph?
Yeah, yeah.
‐ Sign right here.
Hey, yo,
you better keep that hat
in a safe, little man.
‐ Yo, when's
the next album coming out?
‐ I'm still working on it.
‐ How much you get for that?
‐ A gentlemen never tells.
‐ Man, they gave him
a hundred grand advance.
‐ Pshh!
‐ Yo, I ain't no gentleman.
‐
‐ Nah, yo.
They gave me 60 thou.
‐ Pshh, I'm trying to get
some money too, man.
Hey, yo, let's go
to the studio right now.
Let's work
on some music, man.
I got these verses
I been working on.
‐ Hey, uh, maybe later.
A'ight?
We'll catch you.
Stay up.
‐ Man, yo, can you believe
Prince Rakeem got 60 Gs
for that shit?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
"Supreme 120 Lessons.
"For the nation of the Gods
and Earths
compiled by God,
Supreme Allah."
♪ ♪
"The Five Percent:
built on the knowledge
that 85% of the population
lack the knowledge of self."
♪ ♪
"10% have this knowledge
but keep it hidden,
"so we, the 5%
of the population,
are the righteous teachers."
♪ ♪
"We must liberate the minds
of the 85."
♪ ♪
"To build is to add on
in a constructive way‐‐
"elevate and educate
with positive energy‐‐
"whereas destroy is subtracting
that which is negative
"from your cypher.
"Both things must coexist,
as building and destroying
are natural processes of life."
♪ ♪
Hey, yo, Sheba,
shut the fuck up!
Sheba, what's going on, huh?
Huh?
Fuck, fuck!
Come on, come on.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Sheba!
Yo!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Man.
Word.
Tss!
Yo.
- Just ill as I wanna be.
- Yo, Sha.
What's good?
How's it going?
What is?
"Beat dem bad man.
"Just as ill as I wanna be.
Stake on grapes
in all kind of wineries."
‐ Word.
‐ Lookin' sharp, brethren.
Yeah, man.
‐ Word.
Word.
‐ Mind if they get in
on the action?
Shit, you know,
rap is a spectator sport,
you know what I mean?
‐
‐ Yeah, man.
- Word.
- Yeah, queens,
have a seat,
get a drink, you know?
‐ Thought I knew
all the regulars around here.
‐ What's your name?
‐
You don't care what my name is.
So how you know Cressy?
Y'all two work together
or something?
‐ Yeah.
We do music.
We're making music together.
‐ Oh.
You rap.
‐ I spit darts, baby.
‐
‐ Word is bond.
What you laughing at?
‐ Mm.
I...
‐ Oh, you wanna see
a real MC, huh?
Yeah,
we have a good time
and thing like that,
you know?
A'ight.
Yo, play that beat.
How are things
around here?
Quiet.
All finished?
You know, boss,
all this work gets finished
in about two hours, tops.
‐ Sounds about right.
Well, I been
sitting here for eight
by myself, staring at a wall.
You know, cool if I head out
when I'm done?
‐ These rich white people think
it takes ten hours, so...
someone's gotta be here
for ten full hours.
‐
Got a radio
in the closet.
‐ Oh, great.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
‐ You can't be here.
We can't just accept students
on their own say‐so.
Hey, yo,
my mans is all fucked up.
His sister's death
is too much.
‐ Come on, son,
don't do me like that.
Who calls the shots
around here, yo?
Who do you think?
The Abbot.
I traveled a long way to
come here, know what I mean?
So I'm gonna see the Abbot.
I ain't playing.
Who are those motherfuckers?
Why they wanna see
the Abbot so bad for, anyway?
‐ The Abbot is wise.
He'll know
how to get Fang straight.
‐ Gotta shave your head
and do all that work?
Fuck that.
Yeah,
that haircut is wack.
They don't even
want him there.
‐ It's better than being alone.
‐ Did‐‐did you get them?
Those the wrong ones.
It got swine in it.
‐ So what?
‐ Darius don't eat no pork.
You should know that by now.
‐ Pigs are born to be eaten.
You watching
that same damn movie again?
‐ Gets better every time.
‐ Those fight sequences
are just dope.
Yeah, but it's more
than just the fight sequences.
They teach lessons
about loyalty
and honor and brotherhood.
Hmm.
Well, maybe you should
pay closer attention.
Aren't you beefing
with all your friends?
Shouldn't you be out working
instead of lying around
the house all day?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ I gotta eat all that?
‐ No, there was a deal
at the market.
Your daddy lost his mind,
bought the whole shelf.
‐ Boy needs to eat
if he gon' play football.
Too skinny as it is.
And so are you.
‐
No.
Yes, you are.
‐ Don't you even.
Yes, you are.
‐
You know you are.
- Perfect timing.
- Where you been?
‐ School.
‐ Well, Shurrie,
it's after 7:00.
‐ I auditioned
for the school play.
What part
are you gonna be?
‐ They announce
in a couple days, so...
- ‐ Congratulations.
- That's wonderful.
‐ Sun shine a little brighter
in Ohio.
‐ Daddy got that job
he was talking about.
- ‐ Oh.
- Yeah, it's official.
Calls for celebration.
‐ Yeah, let me get you a plate.
‐ No, I'm not hungry.
No, Jerome's been
cooking all day.
Come on.
‐ Oh.
Take a bite.
Yeah.
We gon' throw that
football around after this,
- yeah?
- Okay.
Doing good
on these collards.
Yeah, well‐‐
LINDA: They're perfect.
‐ Excuse me.
‐ It was good
you got a lot of 'em.
Mm‐hmm.
‐ I can make a stew.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Yo, I don't think
he's here anymore.
Yo.
‐ Goddamn.
‐ What the fuck?
At least there's nothing
worth stealing in here, huh?
- Fuck!
- Bobby?
‐ He took
my fucking music, man.
Y‐your records?
‐ All my fucking shit, yo!
My fucking DATs,
my fucking equipment,
my fucking rhyme books, yo!
All my shit.
‐ That's fucked up.
Fuck, man!
Hey, for real, 'Vine?
Yo!
You can't until you get to work
for all of that?
‐ Yo, it's just music, Bobby.
You can make more.
♪ I'm just as ill
as I wanna be ♪
♪ Take time to get mine right,
you know what time it be ♪
♪ I'm just as ill
as I wanna be ♪
♪ Stakes in grapes
in all kind of wineries ♪
‐ Yeah, man.
That boy were born
to be in the booth.
Sha gon' be a star, man.
Put a contract together.
I want his signature on it
before the sun come up.
‐ ♪ Made man for real,
y'all dudes playing with it ♪
♪ Hot dollar bills ♪
‐ Ah, Power, how it going?
‐ What up, bro?
‐ Yeah, man.
♪ Yeah, I earned
the title ♪
‐ Hold on.
Hold on, Power.
‐ We're in the middle
of a song, man.
‐ Oh, I didn't mean
to interrupt
your little music session.
‐ ♪ Making my margin ♪
♪ ♪
Yo, I've been
paging you all night.
‐ I've been here, son.
Working.
Working for me.
‐ Yo, Cressy, I need to speak
to my mans for a minute.
Cool?
- Yeah, man.
- All right.
- Two minutes.
- Bless.
‐ I'm parked over here.
‐ Yo, I had told Cressy
I was coming‐‐
‐ What, you a entertainer
now, Sha?
Huh?
You gon' book birthdays
and weddings and shit?
The fuck outta here, man.
Where we going?
- Shit!
- Get in the car!
- Hurry up!
- Shit!
Man, why
are the jakes here?
Oh, shit,
they're raiding Cressy's, yo.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Bye‐bye, dirty boy.
♪ ♪
Wouldn't miss this job.
‐ Never take your eye
off the ball.
♪ ♪
"To build and destroy.
To build is to add on
in a constructive way‐‐"
"Elevate and educate
with positive energy‐‐
"whereas destroy is subtracting
that which is negative
from your cypher."
- Hello.
- Want your shit back?
I want that money.
‐ Yo, I swear to God‐‐
Yo, you got 60 Gs,
Prince Rakeem?
‐ Yo, I don't got that shit.
I never did, never.
I got your shit.
You want it back,
you better get me my money.
Yeah, I remember this one.
It's two best friends
forced to fight each other
to the death.
♪ ♪
Listen up.
This will be
a fair competition.
Whoever wins will be recognized
as the new chief,
Yeah, know what I mean?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ So we doin' this shit
or what?
‐ Fuck it, yo.
♪ ♪
‐ Motherfuckers ready?
Fight!
‐
♪ ♪
Damn, son, you've come
a long way.
‐ Yeah, you too.
Your sword game got mad tight.
‐ If y'all are done
sucking each other's dicks,
shut the fuck up and fight!
♪ ♪
What the fuck?
Wu‐Tang, don't hold back.
Use your secret style.
You too, Shaolin.
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, yo,
Li Na wasn't my fault!
‐ Keep my sister's name out
of your motherfucking mouth!
You're the one who killed her!
‐ Damn, you hit
homeboy's sister?
That's some cold shit.
♪ ♪
‐ I loved her, man.
You my peoples.
‐ Fuck you,
you ain't my peoples!
Shaolin.
What you doing, huh?
The Shaolin fist is strong.
Finish him.
♪ ♪
‐ Fuck you know
about the Shaolin fist?
‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
what the fuck?
‐ Couldn't keep
his damn mouth shut.
♪ ♪
‐ "What do you know
about the Shaolin fist?"
I bit both your styles.
Yeah, I bodied your master
and your sister.
Now all y'all have to do
is murk each other.
Then I'll be
the only motherfucker left
that knows this shit.
If you think
you can take me, do it!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
He's got my sword.
‐ Hey, yo, use the sword!
‐ Use the Wu‐Tang sword style?
Shit.
Yeah.
‐ If he can use
the Wu‐Tang sword style,
I can use‐‐yah!
‐ Damn, he's using
Shaolin technique.
‐
‐ How you gonna
switch up styles like that?
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ Shaolin versus Wu‐Tang.
More like Shaolin
versus Poo‐Tang.
What the fuck?
♪ ♪
Motherfucking traitors.
Mixing Shaolin and Wu‐Tang.
‐ Nah, man,
they're just the same shit.
‐ Yeah, kung fu
don't belong to anybody.
It evolves.
‐ Evolve this, motherfuckers.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, yo, I'm sorry
for this, y'all.
‐ Where the fuck you going?
‐ To see the Abbot.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ Down, down, down.
You gotta get down.
♪ ♪
What you doing here, D?
‐ Hey, yo, y'all charge
late fees?
‐ I thought you was mad at me.
‐ Hey, yo, somebody had to be
the bigger man.
I figured it'd be me this time.
‐ Oh, shit.
Wu‐Tang.
‐
‐ This one Shaolin.
This one Wu.
Together, they'll fuck you up.
‐ That tastes like shit.
Why did you come here, D?
‐ To see the Abbot.
‐ Hey, what the fuck
is you talking about?
‐ Yo, from‐‐from the movie.
The Abbot.
Damn, I jacked one of them
Wall Street guys,
fucked up the whole business.
Hey, yo, look, I woulda
never done this shit
if you was around.
‐ Yo, that shit's
fake as fuck anyway, so...
‐ Suit‐wearing motherfucker.
Hey, yo, look,
you are the Abbot.
Whether it's back
at the crack spot
or the hustle in the park,
the Abbot always got
the right answers.
‐ I don't know about that.
I mean, lately...
It hasn't been
feeling like that.
‐ Yo, Bobby...
‐ Tommy Boy dropped me.
‐ Good.
Fuck all that
tuxedo‐wearing bullshit.
That shit ain't you.
‐
‐ Hey, yo, what happened here?
Attila.
Attila?
‐
Nigga took my music.
Even if I never make
another beat again,
spit another rhyme,
you know, just to have them‐‐
them tapes...
Know what I'm saying?
‐ Hey, yo,
why we sitting here for?
Let's go take that shit back.
♪ ♪
The Shaolin and the
Wu‐Tang could be dangerous.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Get on the line.
Mic check, one‐two.
Yo, I can't even
hear myself, man.
Yo, what the fuck?
My name is Rakeem,
not "Rakim"!
Do you know
what your name means?
R is for rule.
To rule is in the nature
of the black man.
Rules are given to those
who are living
a righteous way of life.
Once you gain knowledge,
it's gon' wipe away
that fear in you.
You want the Lessons?
This shit is real.
I'm a really hard
worker, okay?
And I really need this job.
We keep a tight ship
over here.
You gotta show up on time,
do what you're told.
Always wear your uniform
and keep it clean.
‐ This sounds like
a great opportunity.
Oh, fuck.
‐ This is where you should be
putting your work into.
‐ Ain't making no bread
off no music, son.
Shit's just a hobby
we picked up in the lobby,
you know what I mean?
‐ We got a gang of MCs
in here tonight
from all over the island
competing for $5,000,
courtesy of my man Cressy.
‐ You shoulda signed up.
Illest flows in Staten Island.
‐ Yeah, that's what
you think, son.
‐ I'm not leaving us alone.
We'll look out
for each other.
‐ But it's different.
You men now.
You have to make something
of yourself.
You have style that's
not like any other artist
that we have on our roster,
and I think that this video
is gonna showcase that.
You're gonna love it,
all right?
I promise.
‐ I see you got
your groupies and shit, huh?
Who the fuck‐‐what
the fuck you just said, son?
‐ You heard
what the fuck I said,
bum‐ass motherfucker.
What up?
Jump, nigga.
You here all buddy‐buddy
with these Park Hill niggas
like ain't shit happen.
Them niggas still gotta answer
for what they did,
Prince Rakeem.
‐ You know what? I spoke
to Monica and Tom at the label.
The single, it's not moving
like they hoped it would.
There's not gonna be an album.
It's over.
They're dropping you.
‐ You're just a bitch!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ Yo, what up, Attila?
Oh.
You actually got bigger
in there.
♪ Back it up, back it up ♪
♪ Hey, yo,
you're playing me close ♪
♪ So back up off ♪
♪ Hey, yo,
you're playing me close ♪
‐ They tore down the field.
Put in a new Blockbuster Video.
You see any good movies
while you was in there?
New York's home
for hip‐hop and R&B.
‐ Cool, cool.
♪ I got
too many ladies ♪
‐ Remember Divine?
Diggs?
This his little brother,
go by Prince Rakeem.
Saw his video on The Box.
Kinda catchy.
Cool, cool.
Divine got locked up.
Yeah, man, fucked up
the whole game in Stapleton.
Gotta go to Park Hill
just to get decent shit.
Crazy.
♪ ♪
‐ You bring my shit?
‐ Cleaned it this morning.
♪ ♪
Something wrong?
♪ ♪
‐ The whole time
I was locked up...
you didn't put a single cent
on my commissary.
♪ ♪
I thought me and you
had an understanding.
♪ ♪
‐ Attila, we‐‐we do got
a understanding.
I was‐‐
♪ ♪
Oh, shit.
♪ ♪
Oh, no, no!
Attila!
- Attila's out!
- Attila is out!
Attila!
Shit!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ All right, well,
let's get him down here
as soon as we can.
I mean‐‐
You know what'd be‐‐
I'll call you back, all right?
It's the worst part of the job.
It's, uh‐‐
it's show business, right?
Not show friends.
‐ It wasn't my decision.
‐ I just don't
understand, Monica.
I mean, I‐‐I did everything
you guys asked me to do.
I revamped my image.
I did that poppy song,
that cheesy music video.
Hell, I even wore
that damn top hat.
‐ Okay, our marketing strategy
may have been a mistake.
‐ I did things your way.
Now try mine.
The single didn't pop.
‐ Yo, fuck the single, Monica.
‐ "I Love You Rakeem"
was a test balloon.
It's a way for the label
to justify making more songs.
‐ I have other songs,
better songs,
I mean, shit you ain't
even heard yet.
‐ All right, look,
between you and me,
there's talk about
a larger company acquiring us,
and Tommy just‐‐he wants
to change course, all right?
So instead of pouring money
into launching solo artists,
they're looking to sign groups.
‐ Well, that's good.
Yeah, that's‐‐that's good
because I actually...
I have my own group.
All right?
- ‐ Wu‐Tang?
- Wu‐Tang Clan.
It's myself,
my boys Dennis and Shotgun,
and my cousin Ason.
‐ Wait, isn't he
a backup dancer?
Yeah, but he raps too.
Yo, yo, maybe we even get my‐‐
my boy Gary to sign on.
Yo, I'm sure that he'd love
to hop on this with us, man.
It's‐‐
MONICA: Gary is signed
to another label, okay?
That's just not
how the system works.
Look...
I know this is the end
of the road
for you here at Tommy Boy,
but I am sure
that Andre has a plan for you.
All right?
Let me walk you out.
‐
Yeah.
Fine.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
That's the evil lady, right?
Nah, man, that's
bald‐headed nigga's sister.
Hey, yo, pay attention.
‐ Chou Fong‐Wu, you're guilty
of murdering your master.
‐ He had no choice!
Hey, yo, these two
right here, they in love.
‐ He's banging
his best friend's sister?
That's real fucked up.
No wonder why
you love this flick so much.
‐ Yo, shut up
and watch the damn movie.
He didn't
kill his master!
Who are you?
‐ I'm Yen Lan of the Shaolin.
‐ The Shaolin?
Shaolin and Wu‐Tang
got beef
that goes back
hundreds of years.
Mm‐mm.
‐ Nah, bro, that's a wig.
- ‐ Who the fuck are they?
- Qing soldiers.
Oh, she got fucked up.
Rewind that shit.
Take care...
‐ Hey, yo, y'all think
this shit is funny?
Seconds ago, she was whupping
that dude's ass.
Now she just dying
in her man's arms.
Could you imagine
losing someone like that?
‐ Boo‐hoo‐hoo.
Go cry to Shurrie.
‐
‐ Wu‐Tang Clan ain't nothing
to fuck with.
Careful!
Higher.
Higher.
Too high.
- And look at me.
- Yes, yes.
Very good, Gary.
Right there.
That wack‐ass robe
is still better
than that fucking top hat
y'all had me in.
Good.
‐ Can't blame it all
on the video.
Tommy Boy just wasn't
the right fit.
‐ What about Def Jam?
Maybe even Wild Pitch.
‐ Uh, you don't
fit there either.
‐ All right,
so what's the plan?
You might wanna
accept the fact
that you're not gonna make it
as a recording artist.
More.
‐ Okay.
And if not
as an artist, then...
maybe a producer?
You know, I got‐‐
I got a shitload of beats
just sitting in my room
right now.
‐ You mean those dusty
snare drums
with Bruce Lee noises?
No.
‐ Yo, what the fuck, 'Dre?
‐ Yo, wrap that shit up.
‐ So what are we gonna do?
‐ Look, I don't know
what you're gonna do,
but I gotta get back to work.
‐ Hey, are you...
are you dropping me?
‐ Look, you had your shot.
You missed.
Did more than most
other guys would have.
But now I gotta focus
on my other clients...
like your cousin.
‐ Okay, okay.
So it's‐‐it's like that.
‐ Hey, I‐‐I still
love you, Rakeem.
‐
Hey, 'Dre.
We better settle up, then.
Right?
‐ Wait, uh, after
the video shoots,
recoup costs, commissions,
studio fees‐‐
shit, I mean,
technically you owe me.
But I'm a fair guy,
so, you know,
I'll waive all my fees.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ What's good, big man?
What you need?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
‐ The mystery God
doesn't exist.
You don't need
to search outside yourself
to find that mystery God...
Because you are God, brother,
and the search is within.
Ask yourself...
‐ Hey‐‐hey, yo, 'Vine!
And solve the mystery.
Hey, yo, 'Vine!
‐ Do you have knowledge
of self?
Do you have
knowledge of self, nigga?
Fuck. Get the fuck up
out of here with all that shit.
So sad.
Try to give the brother
some knowledge
that he's not ready to receive.
Hopefully one day,
he will be,
as we all shall on our journey.
‐ 'Sup, D‐Lover?
Keep the change.
‐ That watch gold?
‐ 24‐karat.
‐ That shit is nice.
‐ Thanks, man.
‐ Give me that shit.
‐ But, D‐Lover, we're boys.
‐ Give me that fucking shit.
‐ Hey, whoa.
‐ Do what the fuck I say.
‐ All right, easy, easy.
‐ Hurry up.
Give me the glasses too.
‐ For real?
‐ Give me the fucking glasses.
My name ain't D‐Lover to you.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ So he became a monk?
‐ Yo, be quiet, son.
You gon' make me miss
the best part. Wait.
Hey, yo, he all fucked up
trying to get over
his sister's death.
She shoulda learned how
to dodge some fucking arrows.
Yo, shh.
Hey, shit, soon as this
motherfucker finish training,
he gon' be unstoppable,
know what I mean?
‐ You never practice.
You always act
as if it's for real.
‐ You never practice.
You always act
as if it's for real.
‐ Spit that shit again.
♪ Yo,
the Shaolin Kang fist ♪
♪ Is the most powerful style ♪
♪ It's as powerful
as it can get ♪
♪ Until you master
the Wu‐Tang sword style ♪
♪ Brother, you ain't seen
nothing yet ♪
‐ That's dope.
You should
write that shit down.
Put that kung fu shit
in a song or something.
‐ Yeah, Bobby already tried
that shit.
‐ Then you know
that's a good idea.
What's the real reason you two
don't make music no more?
Are you mad at him?
♪ He's got
the whole world ♪
♪ In his hands ♪
♪ He's got
the whole wide world ♪
♪ In his hands ♪
Feels good
to get your hands dirty.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
Mama, since when do you garden?
Since we got one.
- Hmm?
- Oh, I have homework.
‐ Well, technically
this is "home work."
‐ Mm‐hmm.
I'll get dinner started.
- ‐ Thank you, baby.
- Mm‐hmm.
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
$25 million in one day
is pretty good, if you ask me.
Oh, screw Ernie,
that gullible prick.
Bulls and bears make the money
while the pigs get slaughtered.
Yeah, see,
that's the difference
between professionals
and amateurs.
Pros look for what's wrong
with the system
while amateurs assume
that it's right
and go along with it.
Yeah.
‐ 25 fucking million.
♪ I got too many ladies ♪
♪ I got to learn
to say no ♪
♪ Wow, Rakeem ♪
‐ ♪ But then my ego
gets into the way ♪
♪ And always says something
that I'll never say ♪
♪ I'd just bag 'em,
keep 'em under my wing ♪
♪ Put 'em in a posse
and let them all sing ♪
♪ Oh, we love you,
Rakeem ♪
♪ Do you? ♪
♪ Oh, we love you,
Rakeem ♪
- Yo!
- ♪ Say it again, baby ♪
‐ Whoo!
Word!
Hell yeah!
Yo, you heard this shit?
Shit crazy, son.
Bobby out here blowing up.
♪ Oh, we love you,
Rakeem ♪
‐ Yeah, well,
I hope he got paid
to dress up like
Thurston Howell and shit.
‐
‐ Yo, why'd they change
the music up?
The old version was way better.
‐ So you have heard this shit.
Word.
‐ Now, let's bounce, my nigga.
We're going to Cressy's.
♪ ♪
‐ ♪ You'll never rhyme again ♪
♪ When stepping in
me lion's den ♪
♪ I retire men when I'm writing
fire with the iron pen ♪
♪ Repping for the streets
from the belly of the beast ♪
♪ Like I'm lying
in a leviathan playing violin ♪
♪ I am him ♪
‐ Cressy got company.
♪ ♪
‐
‐ What's the party for?
‐ No party.
This business.
‐ Business, huh?
‐ Movie business.
‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
but all due respect,
you know what I'm here for,
you know what I mean?
‐
My cousin Deidrich
from Baltimore.
Everything go through him now.
♪ ♪
How much you need?
‐ How about we talk
somewhere else?
‐ Don't worry,
we keep things tight.
I promise.
‐ What about the talent show
over there?
There money
to be made in music.
They rap about my life.
About time I get in on that.
‐ My cousin already
making moves.
Go downstairs, check out
that studio we building.
Yeah, man.
‐ Studio?
Here?
‐ So how about that youth
from Stapleton
that blow up
and thing like that?
‐ Prince Rakeem.
‐ Bobby.
Know him?
‐ Yeah, we recorded
some shit together.
‐ You rap?
‐ My man's here for work.
Well, we the ones
who give you your work,
so you gonna spit something
or what?
♪ ♪
‐ This nigga, right, man?
♪ King of battle raps,
I dismantle cats ♪
♪ Hopping out of Cadillacs
draggin' a battle‐ax ♪
♪ The new Attila the Hun
wielding a gun ♪
♪ And the gun
is Lawrence Taylor ♪
♪ You're getting killed
if you run ♪
‐ ♪ Hey, yo, soon as I lock
and load ♪
♪ And aim and squeeze,
you know who the top shot is ♪
♪ Dressed to impressed
the godfathers ♪
♪ Alliance is fruitful,
I manifested to be truthful ♪
♪ Problems with the businesses
sending troops through ♪
♪ And yet they shoot through ♪
♪ Any type of armor
you use to block ♪
♪ 'Cause you a fool
to try to stop this ♪
♪ Another chamber is open,
I'm enforcing this hotness ♪
♪ So the whole globe will know
who to pop with ♪
‐ Oh!
‐ Whoo!
Mm‐hmm.
‐ I Didn't know you had
a star on your hand, Power.
‐ Yeah, he got skills.
‐ Yeah, man.
But what's the chorus?
‐ Hey, yo, it's no hook.
It's only clips from the flick
in between verses.
And sword sounds.
Niggas love kung fu movies,
know what I mean?
My boy Bobby was saying
how the Wu‐Tang is‐‐
‐ Hey, yo, how is this
reppin' Staten Island?
‐ Nigga, Shaolin
is Staten Island.
‐ Yo, that don't even make no‐‐
Didn't you just say that the Wu
was at war with Shaolin?
‐ Yeah, and that the very end,
the two blend
they secret styles
to defeat the evil lord
because they know
they stronger together.
‐ Yo, pass the blunt.
‐ Yo, I'm saying, like,
what if we merged
the two styles...
kung fu and rap?
You know, blend the music
with the movies.
The lyrics,
the whole fucking vibe.
‐ Yo, Dennis...
we not Chinese.
We black.
‐
Yo, B‐O‐B!
♪ Dah‐na, dah‐na, dah‐na ♪
What's up, man?
All hail Prince Rakeem, son.
Man.
Yo, can I get your autograph?
Yeah, yeah.
‐ Sign right here.
Hey, yo,
you better keep that hat
in a safe, little man.
‐ Yo, when's
the next album coming out?
‐ I'm still working on it.
‐ How much you get for that?
‐ A gentlemen never tells.
‐ Man, they gave him
a hundred grand advance.
‐ Pshh!
‐ Yo, I ain't no gentleman.
‐
‐ Nah, yo.
They gave me 60 thou.
‐ Pshh, I'm trying to get
some money too, man.
Hey, yo, let's go
to the studio right now.
Let's work
on some music, man.
I got these verses
I been working on.
‐ Hey, uh, maybe later.
A'ight?
We'll catch you.
Stay up.
‐ Man, yo, can you believe
Prince Rakeem got 60 Gs
for that shit?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
"Supreme 120 Lessons.
"For the nation of the Gods
and Earths
compiled by God,
Supreme Allah."
♪ ♪
"The Five Percent:
built on the knowledge
that 85% of the population
lack the knowledge of self."
♪ ♪
"10% have this knowledge
but keep it hidden,
"so we, the 5%
of the population,
are the righteous teachers."
♪ ♪
"We must liberate the minds
of the 85."
♪ ♪
"To build is to add on
in a constructive way‐‐
"elevate and educate
with positive energy‐‐
"whereas destroy is subtracting
that which is negative
"from your cypher.
"Both things must coexist,
as building and destroying
are natural processes of life."
♪ ♪
Hey, yo, Sheba,
shut the fuck up!
Sheba, what's going on, huh?
Huh?
Fuck, fuck!
Come on, come on.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Sheba!
Yo!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Man.
Word.
Tss!
Yo.
- Just ill as I wanna be.
- Yo, Sha.
What's good?
How's it going?
What is?
"Beat dem bad man.
"Just as ill as I wanna be.
Stake on grapes
in all kind of wineries."
‐ Word.
‐ Lookin' sharp, brethren.
Yeah, man.
‐ Word.
Word.
‐ Mind if they get in
on the action?
Shit, you know,
rap is a spectator sport,
you know what I mean?
‐
‐ Yeah, man.
- Word.
- Yeah, queens,
have a seat,
get a drink, you know?
‐ Thought I knew
all the regulars around here.
‐ What's your name?
‐
You don't care what my name is.
So how you know Cressy?
Y'all two work together
or something?
‐ Yeah.
We do music.
We're making music together.
‐ Oh.
You rap.
‐ I spit darts, baby.
‐
‐ Word is bond.
What you laughing at?
‐ Mm.
I...
‐ Oh, you wanna see
a real MC, huh?
Yeah,
we have a good time
and thing like that,
you know?
A'ight.
Yo, play that beat.
How are things
around here?
Quiet.
All finished?
You know, boss,
all this work gets finished
in about two hours, tops.
‐ Sounds about right.
Well, I been
sitting here for eight
by myself, staring at a wall.
You know, cool if I head out
when I'm done?
‐ These rich white people think
it takes ten hours, so...
someone's gotta be here
for ten full hours.
‐
Got a radio
in the closet.
‐ Oh, great.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
‐ You can't be here.
We can't just accept students
on their own say‐so.
Hey, yo,
my mans is all fucked up.
His sister's death
is too much.
‐ Come on, son,
don't do me like that.
Who calls the shots
around here, yo?
Who do you think?
The Abbot.
I traveled a long way to
come here, know what I mean?
So I'm gonna see the Abbot.
I ain't playing.
Who are those motherfuckers?
Why they wanna see
the Abbot so bad for, anyway?
‐ The Abbot is wise.
He'll know
how to get Fang straight.
‐ Gotta shave your head
and do all that work?
Fuck that.
Yeah,
that haircut is wack.
They don't even
want him there.
‐ It's better than being alone.
‐ Did‐‐did you get them?
Those the wrong ones.
It got swine in it.
‐ So what?
‐ Darius don't eat no pork.
You should know that by now.
‐ Pigs are born to be eaten.
You watching
that same damn movie again?
‐ Gets better every time.
‐ Those fight sequences
are just dope.
Yeah, but it's more
than just the fight sequences.
They teach lessons
about loyalty
and honor and brotherhood.
Hmm.
Well, maybe you should
pay closer attention.
Aren't you beefing
with all your friends?
Shouldn't you be out working
instead of lying around
the house all day?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
‐ I gotta eat all that?
‐ No, there was a deal
at the market.
Your daddy lost his mind,
bought the whole shelf.
‐ Boy needs to eat
if he gon' play football.
Too skinny as it is.
And so are you.
‐
No.
Yes, you are.
‐ Don't you even.
Yes, you are.
‐
You know you are.
- Perfect timing.
- Where you been?
‐ School.
‐ Well, Shurrie,
it's after 7:00.
‐ I auditioned
for the school play.
What part
are you gonna be?
‐ They announce
in a couple days, so...
- ‐ Congratulations.
- That's wonderful.
‐ Sun shine a little brighter
in Ohio.
‐ Daddy got that job
he was talking about.
- ‐ Oh.
- Yeah, it's official.
Calls for celebration.
‐ Yeah, let me get you a plate.
‐ No, I'm not hungry.
No, Jerome's been
cooking all day.
Come on.
‐ Oh.
Take a bite.
Yeah.
We gon' throw that
football around after this,
- yeah?
- Okay.
Doing good
on these collards.
Yeah, well‐‐
LINDA: They're perfect.
‐ Excuse me.
‐ It was good
you got a lot of 'em.
Mm‐hmm.
‐ I can make a stew.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Yo, I don't think
he's here anymore.
Yo.
‐ Goddamn.
‐ What the fuck?
At least there's nothing
worth stealing in here, huh?
- Fuck!
- Bobby?
‐ He took
my fucking music, man.
Y‐your records?
‐ All my fucking shit, yo!
My fucking DATs,
my fucking equipment,
my fucking rhyme books, yo!
All my shit.
‐ That's fucked up.
Fuck, man!
Hey, for real, 'Vine?
Yo!
You can't until you get to work
for all of that?
‐ Yo, it's just music, Bobby.
You can make more.
♪ I'm just as ill
as I wanna be ♪
♪ Take time to get mine right,
you know what time it be ♪
♪ I'm just as ill
as I wanna be ♪
♪ Stakes in grapes
in all kind of wineries ♪
‐ Yeah, man.
That boy were born
to be in the booth.
Sha gon' be a star, man.
Put a contract together.
I want his signature on it
before the sun come up.
‐ ♪ Made man for real,
y'all dudes playing with it ♪
♪ Hot dollar bills ♪
‐ Ah, Power, how it going?
‐ What up, bro?
‐ Yeah, man.
♪ Yeah, I earned
the title ♪
‐ Hold on.
Hold on, Power.
‐ We're in the middle
of a song, man.
‐ Oh, I didn't mean
to interrupt
your little music session.
‐ ♪ Making my margin ♪
♪ ♪
Yo, I've been
paging you all night.
‐ I've been here, son.
Working.
Working for me.
‐ Yo, Cressy, I need to speak
to my mans for a minute.
Cool?
- Yeah, man.
- All right.
- Two minutes.
- Bless.
‐ I'm parked over here.
‐ Yo, I had told Cressy
I was coming‐‐
‐ What, you a entertainer
now, Sha?
Huh?
You gon' book birthdays
and weddings and shit?
The fuck outta here, man.
Where we going?
- Shit!
- Get in the car!
- Hurry up!
- Shit!
Man, why
are the jakes here?
Oh, shit,
they're raiding Cressy's, yo.
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‐
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Bye‐bye, dirty boy.
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Wouldn't miss this job.
‐ Never take your eye
off the ball.
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"To build and destroy.
To build is to add on
in a constructive way‐‐"
"Elevate and educate
with positive energy‐‐
"whereas destroy is subtracting
that which is negative
from your cypher."
- Hello.
- Want your shit back?
I want that money.
‐ Yo, I swear to God‐‐
Yo, you got 60 Gs,
Prince Rakeem?
‐ Yo, I don't got that shit.
I never did, never.
I got your shit.
You want it back,
you better get me my money.
Yeah, I remember this one.
It's two best friends
forced to fight each other
to the death.
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Listen up.
This will be
a fair competition.
Whoever wins will be recognized
as the new chief,
Yeah, know what I mean?
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‐ So we doin' this shit
or what?
‐ Fuck it, yo.
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‐ Motherfuckers ready?
Fight!
‐
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Damn, son, you've come
a long way.
‐ Yeah, you too.
Your sword game got mad tight.
‐ If y'all are done
sucking each other's dicks,
shut the fuck up and fight!
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What the fuck?
Wu‐Tang, don't hold back.
Use your secret style.
You too, Shaolin.
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‐ Hey, yo,
Li Na wasn't my fault!
‐ Keep my sister's name out
of your motherfucking mouth!
You're the one who killed her!
‐ Damn, you hit
homeboy's sister?
That's some cold shit.
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‐ I loved her, man.
You my peoples.
‐ Fuck you,
you ain't my peoples!
Shaolin.
What you doing, huh?
The Shaolin fist is strong.
Finish him.
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‐ Fuck you know
about the Shaolin fist?
‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
what the fuck?
‐ Couldn't keep
his damn mouth shut.
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‐ "What do you know
about the Shaolin fist?"
I bit both your styles.
Yeah, I bodied your master
and your sister.
Now all y'all have to do
is murk each other.
Then I'll be
the only motherfucker left
that knows this shit.
If you think
you can take me, do it!
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He's got my sword.
‐ Hey, yo, use the sword!
‐ Use the Wu‐Tang sword style?
Shit.
Yeah.
‐ If he can use
the Wu‐Tang sword style,
I can use‐‐yah!
‐ Damn, he's using
Shaolin technique.
‐
‐ How you gonna
switch up styles like that?
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‐ Shaolin versus Wu‐Tang.
More like Shaolin
versus Poo‐Tang.
What the fuck?
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Motherfucking traitors.
Mixing Shaolin and Wu‐Tang.
‐ Nah, man,
they're just the same shit.
‐ Yeah, kung fu
don't belong to anybody.
It evolves.
‐ Evolve this, motherfuckers.
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‐ Hey, yo, I'm sorry
for this, y'all.
‐ Where the fuck you going?
‐ To see the Abbot.
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‐ Down, down, down.
You gotta get down.
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What you doing here, D?
‐ Hey, yo, y'all charge
late fees?
‐ I thought you was mad at me.
‐ Hey, yo, somebody had to be
the bigger man.
I figured it'd be me this time.
‐ Oh, shit.
Wu‐Tang.
‐
‐ This one Shaolin.
This one Wu.
Together, they'll fuck you up.
‐ That tastes like shit.
Why did you come here, D?
‐ To see the Abbot.
‐ Hey, what the fuck
is you talking about?
‐ Yo, from‐‐from the movie.
The Abbot.
Damn, I jacked one of them
Wall Street guys,
fucked up the whole business.
Hey, yo, look, I woulda
never done this shit
if you was around.
‐ Yo, that shit's
fake as fuck anyway, so...
‐ Suit‐wearing motherfucker.
Hey, yo, look,
you are the Abbot.
Whether it's back
at the crack spot
or the hustle in the park,
the Abbot always got
the right answers.
‐ I don't know about that.
I mean, lately...
It hasn't been
feeling like that.
‐ Yo, Bobby...
‐ Tommy Boy dropped me.
‐ Good.
Fuck all that
tuxedo‐wearing bullshit.
That shit ain't you.
‐
‐ Hey, yo, what happened here?
Attila.
Attila?
‐
Nigga took my music.
Even if I never make
another beat again,
spit another rhyme,
you know, just to have them‐‐
them tapes...
Know what I'm saying?
‐ Hey, yo,
why we sitting here for?
Let's go take that shit back.
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The Shaolin and the
Wu‐Tang could be dangerous.
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Get on the line.