Wu-Tang: An American Saga (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - Triumph - full transcript

When I had the
brothers sign those

five-year contracts, I told them

I would have them at the top.

So every contract
is exactly the same.

You all will be signed
on to Wu-Tang productions

as a group and as
individual artists.

I need three things.

I need time. I need control.

I need trust.

Give me five years of your life,

and I swear to God, I'll
take you all the way



to the fucking top, yo.

I can't wait for
the next Wu album.

Respect. Can you
even play that?

I could pay someone
to play it for me

if I wanna hear it.

But that doesn't make
you a real musician.

Hey yo, Bobby.

Yo, when we gonna do
that next joint, son?

I don't know.

I'm looking for
something different,

a new sound. New sound?

What that mean?

This time, I ain't
building from samples.

I'm building from instruments.



That's our new sound.

We're not just...
moving forward.

We're moving upward.

This is gonna take
us to number one...

in the world.

How y'all feelin'?

I'm fucking excited about this.

Thanks for being here.

All right.

You good?

Yes.

Cool. All right, so
I'm, uh, I'm looking for

something that sounds like, uh,

♪ Duh duh duh duh-duh ♪

♪ Bum bum bum buh-duh ♪

Y'all don't understand
what I'm saying, huh?

Uh...

uh, I'm sorry.

We-we don't understand this.

All right, uh...

Yo, fuck it, a'ight?

Just, uh, just play something
that y'all know how to...

know how to play.

Okay.

We do measure 16, pianissimo.

That-that right there...

That was fucking
dope, all right?

All right, so
let's-let's keep that.

And let's, uh, make
it more, like...

make it more like
Halloween, yeah?

Like-a trick or treat?

No, like-like the movie.

Like, uh... yah! Like...

Aha!

Eh, eh, eh.

Hey, yo, y'all boys

ready to make a platinum
fuckin' album or what, son?

What's goin' on?

Hey, yo, what the
fuck is dis shit?

Yeah, I like that. Just, uh...

make it a little darker.

You know, I'm loving the
fairy tale shit, but, uh...

make it more...

More Brothers Grimm.

Stretch the sound out, a'ight?

Slow it down.

All right.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, I like
that. I like that.

Good job all around.
Yo, for real.

Whoa.

What the fuck is
this shit? Hey, yo.

- Come on, man.
- Yo, yo, yo, chill out, son.

Just let him do what he
do. Know what I'm sayin'?

We used to talk the same shit
about the fucking kung fu

and the music and shit until
it became our thing, right?

Nah.

Hey, uh, keep playing that shit.

Hey. Yo.

Yo, this shit is
fucking epic, right?

That's what this next
album gotta be is...

it's gotta be big, it's
gotta be revolutionary.

It's gotta be evolutionary.

Yo, get to writing.

Write to what?

C'mon, man.

What you mean, nigga?

Write to this.

Come on, man.

C'mon.
- Yo, so you saying

this is the song?

No, this ain't the song, yo.

I mean, it may be a part of it.

Yo, cuz, why don't
we just... you know,

come back when the beat
is more progressed, huh?

What you mean?

Are we makin' beats or are
we... are we makin' music, yo?

Are y'all not lyricists?

Y'all can't write to this?

This shit don't even
got drums on it, son.

Nah. Hey, yo,
turn this shit...

Stop playin'. Stop playin'.

Stop playin'.
- Yo. Hey, yo.

Yo, yo, yo.
- Yeah.

I'm the producer.

They listen to me, all right?

You don't... you don't do that.

Hey, yo, don't ask
me to write this shit

that don't make sense.

- Yo, Rae, chill, god.
- Know what I mean?

- He got a vision, a'ight?
- Y-you write that to shit

then, nigga.
- Yo, shut up, son.

What you talkin' about?

Yo, look, you can't expect
a group of motherfuckers

to come in here and
write this, god.

We don't even know these cats.

Well, y'all trusted me
for... for this long,

and y'all doubtin' me now?

Nobody's doubtin' you, cuz.

You the Abbott.

But this shit right here...
- Hey, Bobby,

we gotta talk, okay?

It's always some shit, huh?

Fuck is all this?

Fuck.

Hey, yo, so, uh,

what's, uh, what's
with all this?

This is for the new album.

Bobby...

Bobby, we haven't
negotiated a deal

for the next album yet,

and you spend the money already?

The way I look at it,

we're in this five-year
contract with our brothers

with a number-one album,

and we need to be
getting paid like it.

Okay, you know I like the
sound of that, obviously.

But what exactly does that mean?

What that means is

we gotta get the biggest
deal in hip-hop history.

Ever.

We get that type of money...

Yeah, then we can hire
the whole damn orchestra.

Word.

All right, sure, I got you.

You know what? I'm
gonna go to the office.

I'm gonna make some
calls, all right?

Right.

It's so damn hot in here.

Biggest deal in hip-hop history?

So where's the hip-hop?

Come on, son.

Why you changin'
our shit up, man?

That's what I'm
talking about, man.

This-how is this gon'
get us to number one?

Really? I mean...

we should-we should
stick to our brand.

Make it even bigger.

Even greater, know what I mean?

Like some real movie shit.

You know what I'm sayin'?

You went to LA, and you came
back on this Hollywood shit.

I hear you.

Let me, uh, let me
ask you, though.

What does the... the
W-Wu-Tang stand for?

Hey, yo, come on, son.

Come on... witty, unpredictable.

What does the Z
in RZA stand for?

Zig zag zig.

Always movin' forward.

And like I said in there,
we got... evolution.

Yo, we do this right...

This tree we planted

will stand for a hundred years.

For our seeds and
our seed seeds.

Yo, think about that.

You're still doing
all of this shit, huh?

This nigga was always
talkin' about us

being in the damn orchestra.

He really think he could just

tell us what to
do and shit, man.

Yeah, I don't think
it's all that.

What is it then?

Hey, yo, he-he asked
you for your opinion

on the direction of this album?

Yo, chill out, son.

Matter of fact, yo, I'm
about to do this interview

for Rap City, for real.

Why don't you roll
with me, a'ight?

Yo.

A'ight.

Yo, a'ight. You ready?

Nah, I'm doin' the
interview for Rap City.

Remember I told you that.

A'ight, man. Oh, shit, nigga.

Yeah, I told you
about that. A'ight.

Peace.

Hey, peace.
- Where you going?

With him.

Yo, this shit is
fucking important, yo.

If it so important, where
everybody else at, nigga?

No, you tryin' to hit this?

Hey. Hey, hey. Please.

You serious, cuz?

This is professionals. A'ight?

They from Juilliard.

Y'all wanna spark
up, go outside.

Nah, chill, brah.

You don't think
Beethoven sparked one?

Outside, nigga.

Tss.

Yo, what the fuck is going on?

Yo, guys, so this
like that time before

when the Abbott wasn't
smoking and drinking?

I don't think so, god.
I just feel like...

He just want the musicians
to be more comfortable.

Know what I mean? Word.
- See, son?

That's the shit
I'm talking about.

Why he worried about them
being comfortable more than us?

Hello.

Mind if I...

You finish up in there?

Mm-mm. Bobby needed a break.

Can I, uh, have a hit?

Hey, what you doing, son?

You meditating or some shit?

No, uh...

Yo, I thought we'd be
working by now, but...

The hell happened
to everybody else?

They not fuckin'
with my new shit.

So play me some shit, son.

Nobody was feeling this, son?

- Naw, yo.
- This is crazy.

I know.

That violin a sample?

Nah. It's no samples, yo.

It's all... all
live instruments.

That's the issue that the
brothers got with this shit.

They don't think
it's real hip-hop.

It's fucking bullshit.

You know, most shit
we sample for hip-hop

is live instruments, son.

Brothers is buggin'.

I'm 'bout to spit
on this shit, king.

You was the first
to... to pick up a pen

to sign the five-year contract.

Now you're the first to...

to pick up a pen to
write for the album

that's going to
end the contract.

You know, loyalty one-a
my biggest strengths

and one-a my biggest
weaknesses, son.

I'll rap over these
orchestra beats,

but you got me dressin' up
in a tuxedo like a conductor,

that's where I draw the line.

♪ Is it appetite
for destruction? ♪

♪ Slap a murder rap
on this production ♪

♪ I touch somethin'
and trust nothing ♪

♪ Iron lung, Twisted Metal ♪

♪ I see 'em duckin'
my dart gun ♪

♪ Bustin' from every angle ♪

♪ Worldwide total carnage,
the sickest flow ♪

♪ That be codenamed
Agent Orange ♪

♪ Killing you slow ♪

♪ It's only right
you pay homage ♪

♪ To those that's
about to blow ♪

♪ Like that shit up your nose ♪

♪ Solid as a rock
when I strike target ♪

♪ Verbal be screaming on
you like a drill sergeant ♪

♪ Herbals got me where
I wanna be right now ♪

♪ Don't know the time ♪

♪ Check the album
on your sundial ♪

♪ Watch me shine ♪

♪ Drunk off-a cheap wine ♪

♪ Each line be on point
when I speak mine ♪

♪ On behalf of my crew, Suu! ♪

♪ Enter the Wu, 36
more deadly chambers ♪

♪ To take you through ♪

Yeah, nigga.

It's that shit I'm talkin'
'bout right here, son.

It's that machine gun rap shit.

Know what I mean? Word.

It's a good song

to perform too, son.
- Word.

We can get the whole crowd,
know what I'm sayin',

doing the chorus and
shit on some crazy shit.

- Nah, word, word.
- Yo, but we need

the chorus, though... let's
start with the chorus first.

Yo. Yo, yo.

Have y'all seen RZA?

He gotta be around
here somewhere.

I mean, yeah.

Matter fact, yo, 'Vine, yo.

Come here.

It's been months since
I got my royalty check.

I mean, have you
gotten with accounting?

No, I'm getting at you.

Well, I'll have someone
follow up on it.

A'ight?

Hey, yo.

That's the shit I be talkin'
'bout right there, son.

Right there, shit mad
corporate now, right?

It's like-it's like-
it's like you gotta

go through 20 niggas
just to get reimbursed

with some fucking gas money.

Exactly, son.

Well, that's...
That's great, Steve.

Oh, yeah, look, he deserves it.

All right.

I'ma see you in an hour.

All right, peace, peace.

Was that Rifkind?

Yeah. He wants to sign Deck.

Hmm.

Yo, we shoulda signed
him to Razor Sharp.

No, no, no, no, no.

We coulda, woulda, shoulda
did a lotta things,

both good and bad.

But what we are doin'

is getting the biggest deal
in hip-hop history... hmm?

A deal that could
benefit all of us.

Now, Bobby, you ready for that?

I'm ready.

Shit, that's what I wanna hear.

Yo.

Three platinum records,
three gold records,

including Ironman, which
was certified this week,

five top-ten albums.

I mean Wu-Tang has sold
over six million albums

in just over three years.

Six million is crazy.

I look forward to this next one

meeting the high standards
that you've set for yourselves.

Everyone...
everyone is excited

for this album to drop.

It's the follow-up
to 36 Chambers.

It's gonna be the
event of the year.

Let me tell you, my
marketing team...

I didn't even ask them
to start working on this.

They're so excited,
they're already...

It's like fan art
with these guys.

Yeah, we just-we just
need to handle business,

then the Abbott can get to work.

You know what I'm saying?

So... how much?

W-uh, maybe like 1 million?

Uh, no, more-more like 2.

1 to 2 range.

- Closer to 2.
- 1 to 2.

4.

4 mil.

You want a $4 million
advance for a rap album?

Well, it's not 4
million for a rap album.

It's 4 million for the
number-one album in the world.

Number-one album
in the world, eh?

Well, obviously,
that's the goal, uh...

with that being
said, we have a...

Hey, I swear it.

Can you make it a double album?

A double album.

Yeah. Without a doubt.

Yo, yo, yo. What up, what up?

What's the word,
huh? What's good?

U-GOD: What's good, man?

You finalize that
deal? Know what I mean?

Spring coming up.

Wu Wear gotta be there
when the flowers bloom.

Know what I mean?

Word. Yeah, I made a
deal for the garments

but not the inventory storage.

They need they money up
front. Know what I'm sayin'?

And I still need to collect
checks from all y'all.

Hey, yo, I'm still
waitin' for 'Vine

to give me my royalty check,

so soon as he gave me that shit,

I'm gon' hit you up for sure.

All right, brah. U-GOD:
Yes, and I got you, too.

But you gotta give
me a little minute.

Yo, son, it's all good.

I'm not even sweating it.

You all about to
get paid anyway.

RZA and 'Vine, they just
signed off on the new joint.

Word? Yup.

It's going to be a double album.

The hell is a double album?

Know what I mean? We
gon' get double pay?

I guess so. Sound
like it, right?

They ain't give me
all the details yet.

That's the problem.

All these decisions gettin' made

with no consultation or nothing.

Yo, son, I feel you on that,

but to keep it real with you,
you know what I'm saying,

y'all niggas signed the contract

to Wu-Tang Productions, right?

So, really, RZA could do
whatever the fuck he wanna do.

He don't need y'all permission.

Hey, yo, look, as long as I
get paid on time, I'm good.

I don't give a fuck about
none-a that other shit.

So RZA wanna control
the business.

Cool, whatever.

Creatively, they can't
be all telling us

what to do and shit.

Creatively?

The fuck you talking
about, nigga?

You wasn't even rappin'
before RZA gave you a shot.

Yo, P, you ain't even
gotta him like that, kid.

Fall back, son. Come on, kid.

U-GOD: And now I'm
sayin' he might be

ruining my shot, nigga.

Yo, I ain't got my solo deal.

These niggas do.

So all that corny-ass
violin-flute shit...

If that shit come off as wack,

that shit gonna hurt me more
than it's gonna hurt them.

Yo, hold on a second.

Why don't you go through
the process first

before you start predicting
the future, my nigga?

RZA earned that.

It's a boss position
right there.

Easy for you to say.

All you worried about
is selling hoodies

and T-shirts and shit.

Don't know nothin' 'bout
being a artist, nigga.

Yeah, but I know about
bein' the boss, nigga.

I was flippin' bricks
when you was still

fucking scraping 8s together.

And you still the
same bitch-ass nigga

scrapin' up checks
from us, right?

For your flip, nigga.
Fuck is you talkin' about?

You wish you had boss.

Why don't you work on
gettin' your rhymes together

'fore you come at me?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,

yo, yo, y'all niggas gotta
chill, son, for real.

Word. Know what I mean?

For real, son.
- Word, word.

This corny-ass nigga over
here talkin' mad shit.

Wow. U-GOD: Know what, P?

Fuck your check
from Wu Wear, nigga.

Whatever, nigga. I don't
need your fuckin' money.

Fuck outta here.

Oh, shit! Yo...

Yo, son, take this back.

[tense music plays

Hey, hey, hey!

He bit you?

Yeah, son.

I had that nigga
in a fucking yoke.

Was the only way
he could get out.

Lucky he wasn't wearing
a fucking grill.

Hey, yo, where is he?

Yo, 'Vine, let it go.

Naw, nigga, he bit you.

Yeah, but I'ma see
him when I see him.

Know what I'm saying?

But look, it ain't
just you, dawg.

It's them other niggas.

They unhappy, son.

Yo, I know they fucking unhappy.

I just don't know why. You
know, they're all rich.

Know what I mean?
We made them rich.

Right, yeah, but they not
all professionals yet.

You know what I mean?

You know, maybe
one day, maybe not.

It's a steep learning
curve. I can admit that.

I know it is, but
shit, we got there.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, 'cause we different.

You know that.

Yo.

I know I haven't been around
for you as much this...

this year, you know.

You haven't.

It's all good. I get it.

I, um...

You know, I-I-I been meaning
to give you this, uh...

For Wu Wear.

Oh, shit. Ha.

My nigga. Ha.

You ain't have to do that.

- Yeah, I did.
- Ha.

RZA and U-GOD: ♪ It's yours,
23 million of useful land ♪

♪ It's yours, the seed
and the Black woman ♪

♪ It's yours, double
LP for Wu-Tang Clan ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ It's yours, it's yours ♪

I love it.

Yeah, really love it.

Is it the single?
- One of them.

It ain't the first one.
I don't have that yet.

But the album is almost done.

So...

Okay, well, these are
all great things, RZA.

I don't understand.
What's wrong?

It's nine guys, Steve.

It's nine...
hardheaded alpha males.

Now, it's never been easy
to come together, and...

and work, but...

this time feels... different.

It feel...

it feel worse.

What, are you kidding me, RZA?

As far as great bands
go, great groups,

this is just another
day in the office.

Ha. Another day in the...

yo, after the five years are up,

there may not be another
day in the office, yo.

How could you even say that?

I'm saying it 'cause
it's the truth.

Why do you think I didn't
give a shit about you guys

signing with whatever
labels for these solo deals?

Because nothing will ever
be bigger than the group.

And 5 years from now,
or 10 years from now,

20 years from now,

you'll still be able
to sell out shows...

because people chase greatness.

And greatness...

Greatness is forever.

It's Prodigy.

Let me take this?

Yeah, go ahead.

Tell them I say what's up.
- Yo.

RZA says what up?
How you doing?

Forever...

♪ As the world turns,
I spread like germ ♪

♪ Bless the globe
with the pestilence ♪

♪ The hardheaded never learn ♪

♪ That's my testament
to those burned ♪

♪ Play my position in the
game of life, standing firm ♪

Yo, so you wanna just
put it out on the streets

after you film it with the
special effects and shit?

You'd have to ask the
director the specifics,

but yes.

Cool. Tell him I want
mad fire around me

like Johnny Blaze and shit.

Word.

Hey, yo, first video
of the first album,

I had to get my
head chopped off.

Know what I'm saying?

I'm a member now, director man.

My shit gotta be big.

RZA, we have to
talk about Dirty.

Is he even here yet?

No.

Right, well, y'all got
all his shit a his...

We got the Skittles,
the oysters,

the prime rib from Lawry's,

but now he is asking
for a down comforter,

and he won't come
until we get it.

Have one of the PAs get it.

The most expensive
video in hip-hop

just got that much
more expensive.

Hey, yo, bring out
Ghost and Rae, please.

They're not ready.

All right, I guess I'll have
to... do my verse first.

Your wings aren't ready.

My wings not ready?

What?

Yo, let me see.

I am DJ Kicktech
broadcasting to you

all the way live from
92.3 The Beat Los Angeles.

Wu-Tang Forever
dropped this week.

And man, it's another banger.

The record is phenomenal.

That live violin on "Reunited"
is absolutely bananas.

And "Triumph" has been
the most requested song

for the last 24 hours.

The excitement surrounding
Wu-Tang Forever

reached meteorological
proportions.

Wu-Tang Forever entered
at number one...

Certified platinum
out of the box.

The world, I'm telling y'all,

y'all need to cop this album.

And with this new Wu album,
you could honestly debate

that RZA's into the top three

hip-hop producers of
all time category.

Hey, yo.

You're number one
in the world, baby.

Not number one in America,

not number one on some
hip-hop/R&B chart...

Number one in the
motherfucking world!

Word, son.

Yo, son, we bigger
than the motherfucking

Spice Girls, nigga.

For real, for real.

Oh, son, those
chicks is everywhere.

Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on.

You listen to the Spice Girls?

A little bit, know
what I'm saying?

Everybody do,
though. Everybody do.

Yo, come on, you
can't go nowhere

without hearing them.
- We are too, though, right?

We everywhere now.
- Right.

At places we would have
never thought we would touch.

- Exactly.
- Yo.

Not just that, right?

I just finished talkin'
to a big concert promoter.

He wants to do a joint
tour with Wu-Tang

and Rage Against the Machine.

Yo, the biggest rock group and
the biggest rap group together

in arenas, not just, uh...

not just clubs.

Yo, the promoter was here
just a few seconds ago.

He wants to talk to you. Let
me see if I can find him.

Hey, this is some...
unprecedented shit...

For real.
- For our group.

For real.
- Yo, our-our fandom

is gonna grow
like, what, by 10s,

20s, maybe, even?

Yo, we play our cards
right on this tour,

we set for life.
- For real.

See, that was the
whole point, right?

Ha. Yo, son, we about to
sell a shit ton of merch.

Know what I mean?

Niggas gonna wanna
buy that shit.

Why are you always
talking about merch, son?

Yo, Killa, how it feel
to be on top, god?

Mm. Ha.

It's a beautiful thing,
lord. It's a beautiful thing.

Yo, check it.

To me, it ain't even about
where the album started, dawg.

It's about being a part of the
group, with my brothers, man.

Officially. That's
what I'm talking about.

Word. Yeah, now you ain't
gotta keep a secret identity

like you Batman or something.
- All right, man.

Nah, nah, you earned
your spot on the team.

Hey, yo.

What's good, nigga?

We did it, cuz.
Yeah, we did it, yo.

Number one, yo.
- Number one.

- Hey, yo, where's Dirty at?
- I seen him earlier.

I think he ran off in a
limo with a gang a chicks.

What about Meth? You see him?

Pssh. Wasn't really feeling
it with all the cameras

and mics on his face and shit.
- Mics and shit.

But, yo, we number one, cuz.

A'ight.

♪ Yeah, gettin' that money ♪

♪ Blowin' down your
motherfuckin' roof ♪

♪ It be Hurricane G,
subwoofing out your ass ♪

♪ From first staff
up through parks... ♪

Yo, P.

Ooh, okay.

What up, U-God? You good?

All good, son.

Can't complain. Got
something for you, though.

♪ 'Cause we gonna keep
it live all night, yo ♪

♪ Yeah, one love to my
fam in Boricua land ♪

♪ My hermanitos
sparking up trees ♪

♪ 112 buddah keys... ♪

Word up.

For Wu Wear. Good
looking, kid.

Appreciate that.

U-GOD: Yeah, you know we fam.

What's up, boy?

Yo.

You twisted?

Nah, just sippin'.

Word.

Hey, once we're done with, uh,

the promotion for
Wu-Tang Forever,

yo, we getting started
on your album, right?

Hmph.

Nah, I ain't trippin'.

Yeah, whatever.

Hey, uh... verse in "Triumph"?

That might be one-a
the best verses

on any Wu-Tang album ever, yo.

Yo, how'd you even, uh,
come up with that shit?

♪ Bomb atomically... ♪

I can't even do it
like you, nigga.

You said I always
been a soldier, right?

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, yo, what up,
what up, what up?

Yo, yo, yo. What's good?

Chilling.

Wearing fur in the club, nigga?

Yeah, I'm the only one that
could do some shit like this,

for real.

Know what I mean?

No, but I... I just
came by to say what up

before we head out.

You're heading out?

Yeah, me and Rae got a show.

Should come through when
you finish with all of this.

Know what I mean?

Peace, dog.

Peace.

Yo.

Celebrating all by yourself?

No, I'm just, uh...

taking it in.

Stay up at the top of
the mountain too long,

it gets lonely, doesn't it?

Hey, RZA.

Yeah, so this is Kenny Jones,

the concert promoter I
was telling you about.

Oh, yeah, Kenny's
an OG in the game.

He did a New Edition tour back
when I used to manage them,

when, uh, Mitch and I were
just getting our first bonus.

Huh?
- Word, word.

Congratulations, man.
- Let's do this.

The new sounds on this album...

I bet they're gonna
sound incredible live.

Which is exactly what we
wanted to talk to you about.

Right, see, they wanna get
the tour started quickly

to capitalize on all momentum.

In arenas, not clubs.

Word.

All right? I'm going.

Great.

I've never seen so many problems

at the start of a tour,

and I promise you,

I've dealt with some gnarly shit

in the 20-plus years I've
been promoting concerts.

We... we understand things
have not been perfect,

but, uh, as you know, it's...
It's a lot of new material.

So the guys, they... they...
They just still trying

to find their rhythm.

It's kind of hard
to find your rhythm

when you don't show up.

Oh, come on, man. I...

I've been here every night.

You're here all the time...

A couple of other guys.

Everyone else seems to show up
whenever they're in the mood.

And Ol' Dirty Bastard...
Where the fuck he's been?

I think I saw him
once in the distance,

like a Bigfoot sighting.

Okay.

Look, the dynamics of your
group is your business.

Managing Rage, I feel you.

Believe me.

But my most pressing
concern is that you guys

hit the stage on time.

We talked before the tour
about switching off who opens

and who closes, but because
you guys tend to be late,

my guys have been opening
up most of the shows,

which is unfair to them.

All right?

Look, we'll get
everyone together.

And I promise you, we'll
be on that stage on time.

If not, we're gonna have to go

in a different direction.

Whoa, hold, hold, hold,

hold, hold, hold up.
What does that mean?

It means get your shit
together or get off the tour.

Nah.

You... you can't do that.

I could have done it already.

Our agreement is void
if the Wu-Tang Clan...

The entire Wu-Tang Clan...

Does not perform at three shows.

And we're way past that.

Okay, hold, hold, hold,
hold on, hold on, hold on.

We... we're gonna
figure something out.

Are you cool with that?

We love your music...

Like, really love your music.

But we've run out of patience.

You guys got 90 minutes.

If you bust your
ass to get on stage

the way that you've been
hawking Wu merch on this tour,

you should be good.

90 minutes.

Yo, son, how have we got

the number-one album
in the country...

Hip-hop album... And we
performing here, son?

What you mean?

This is one of the biggest
venue we've ever performed at.

Been like that the whole tour.

Yo, son, I'm... I'm
not talking about...

I'm not talking about the venue.

Know what I mean?

Yo, the crowds are huge,

whatever you think of them.

Rock-and-roll shit
might be different,

but tell me you
won't fuck with Rage.

Yo, son, what's the
name of the band

that's performing right now?

So what's next? What's next?

We gonna be rhyming
over this shit, son?

No, man, that shit...
That's a non-signer.

Hold on, what... what's
this? This swine?

Yeah, that's pork.
It's pork, right?

Listen, yo, the
shows have been live.

You know what I'm
saying? And the weed...

Shit, that shit is
next fucking level.

You... you on your hippy shit.

That's what's really going on.

I see. Yeah.

All right, so bright, we've
been making headlines recently

for the right reasons.

But if we get kicked
off this tour,

we're gonna be making headlines

for the wrong reasons.

I mean, this could
really fuck up

the brand, know what I mean?

You know what today is, right?

What?

It's the last day of
our contracts, yo.

After midnight, the
five years is up.

Shit.

I knew it was coming up,

but with everything
going on, I...

Hey, yo, you acting like
that when the contract's up,

this is all over.

And it's not, Bobby.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe not.

All I know is, we won't
have control anymore.

So this might be the last time
Wu-Tang performs together.

Let's just get through
today, all right?

All right.

Yo, so, uh, who's missing?

Um, Ghost, Meth, and...
yo, shocker... Dirty.

Yo, Meth will show up.

I'll find Dirty, and
you'll find Ghost?

Me find Ghost?

Yo, that nigga hasn't talked
to me since the tour started.

Yo, just get in and...
And find him for me.

A'ight.

Nah, I ain't make it.

U-GOD: Let me see
that shit. Hey, yo.

Yo, yo.

Any of y'all niggas
see, uh, Dirty?

Yeah, like, what,
like, a week ago?

And last I seen, him
and Power got into it

over him throwing boxes of
Wu Wear merch into the crowd

before he ran off and shit.

Ran off... like, where?

Like, inside the venue
or, like, off site?

I don't know, nigga.
That's your cousin.

Yo, and they got us opening up

with "Heaven & Hell."

If we open up with
a Raekwon track,

we should move up
"Incarcerated Scarfaces."

I don't make the playlist.

I just play the playlist.

Now, who said I'm
doing "Scarfaces"?

I did.

Thought it would be a good
idea for you to perform

some songs off of Cuban Linx.

"Criminology" too?

Yo, son, who... who
is this good for?

Nah, listen, I didn't
make Cuban Linx

for these rock dudes, man.

I made it for niggas
in the street.

This audience not even
gonna understand that shit.

I'm not about...
I'm not doing it.

Hey, Sha, the entire
point of this shit

is to expand our audience,

not just for Wu-Tang
or Masta Killa,

but U-God, for all of us
as individual artists.

Again, you ain't ask
us about none of that.

Again... Know what I mean?

- Fuck, nigga.
- You ain't ask us

if we wanted instruments
on this shit.

You ain't ask us if we
wanted to do this tour.

You ain't ask us...
You ain't talking

to us about the set list.
- Yo, yo, whatever, nigga.

- Yeah, whatever.
- Yeah, whatever, Sha.

Okay, cool, we don't even matter

'cause your contract
expires today, nigga.

Ooh. Yeah.

At midnight, nigga.

So that means I'm in charge
of this motherfucker.

You gave me five years,
not a second less.

So any issue you got,
talk that shit out

with your shrink, nigga.

This motherfucker...

Hey, yo, have you
seen Dirty, yo?

Look at this nigga.

He's the Abbott, right?

The Abbott in control, right?

But ain't never have control
of his fucking cousin.

Dirty only been to,
like, two or three shows.

If he don't gotta be here,
I don't gotta be here.

Fuck is you talking about?

Fuck all this shit, son.

You know where
you gonna find me:

at the hotel, nigga.

This shit dumb.

Fuck both of them niggas, son.

Give me and Killa they cut.

Know what I mean?

Now you're talking.

Yo, fuck this fucking shit, yo.

He said he'd be that way.

Hey, yo.

Yo, peace, God.

You want to hit this?

So you've been here
this whole time.

Yeah, pretty much, son.

Yeah.

Pretty much.

And you don't see a
problem with that?

I see a lot of problems
with my behavior, son.

But that's why I'm
taking all this time

to do all this
self-reflecting, God.

Word.

Yeah, well, while you out here

self-reflecting and shit,

we out there fucking
pulling your weight, son.

Yeah, I know.

But yo... yo, you killed
it on that "Daytona 500,"

at that, um...
where was that at?

Yo, it was Atlanta, right?

Yo, you gave it away, shorty.

Hold on.

You was at the show, son?
Yo, we was there, son.

Yo, who the fuck all
these people, son?

Josh and Jordan, son. 'Sup?

They picked me up
at the airport,

and we've been
following the tour

for, like, three shows, God.

There. Yeah.

Hey, yo, don't sleep on
these white boys, Rae.

A lot of them know
our shit, son.

Word is bond.

Are you gonna answer that?

Zero calories.

Now there's nothing...

Stock prices rose...

Hello? Rie.

Yeah, Rie, is Ghost there?

Yeah, hold on.

It's Divine.

Yo, I... I don't
need to talk to him.

I just need you to
get him to the venue.

That's not my job.

Rie...

We agreed to keep relationship

and business
separate, did we not?

Okay, we did.

However, this situation
is different, okay?

Every situation is
gonna be different,

which is why we should just
never go down this road.

But, Rie, listen. You
really need to listen...

Okay, bye-bye.
- Rie?

Shurrie...

Stupid.

What?

Oh.

No.

Yup.

Yo.

Yo, we having another one?

Yeah.

Yo.

I bet you're hoping it's
a girl this time, huh?

And I bet you hope it's a boy.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do, I do.

No, but either way, yo,
we celebrating tonight.

Hey, yo, so what you wanna do?

You wanna ball out
on... on room service?

Get the nice little
sundae you like?

You want go somewhere nice?
- Uh-uh, uh-uh.

Go somewhere?

Don't we have a concert
in, like, an hour?

We?

Uh, yeah.

I've been wanting to
go to one of the shows.

Catch the next one.

About to do, like,
30 more anyway.

It's not that big of a deal.

Maybe not to you, but
to other people, it is.

What, you, like, a...

a exec at Razor Sharp now?

Don't start.

Look, I know it's
hard being on the road

and performing in
front of new audiences.

And... and sometimes,
you don't feel well.

And sometimes, you
don't even wanna be

on that stage at
all. I get it.

But you know what else is hard?

Being a motherfucking mom.

And we don't get to
not show up for work.

So I feel like,
if I'm showing up,

you should show up, too.

Mm-hmm.

- One for you.
- Yes.

Hey, yo, let me
get one of these?

Sure, man, take two.

Thanks, yo.

Peace.

Nice.

You got one for me too.

You got a preference?

Not going great?

No.

I feel you.

But I've only got four
guys to worry about.

You've got nine.

Eight.

Nine, if you're
including yourself.

Are you saying you don't
think about yourself?

What you mean?

You have helped build
their solo careers.

Do you ever think of your own?

Look, I am in the
artist business,

but not all artists
get business.

I can tell you get it, though.

Well, I... have
this solo concept...

Bobby Digital.

Cool.

If you ever wanna just be an
artist and let someone else

do the business, let's talk.

All right.

With all due respect,
all cards on the table,

what can you do for me

that I haven't already
done for myself?

I heard you got 4 million
for Wu-Tang Forever.

Yeah, biggest deal of all time.

For hip-hop.

I can get you rock
and roll prices...

6 million.

That's... that's bullshit.

Ha!

It's a big world out there.

After five years, your
guys can do what they want.

Doesn't that include you, too,

Bobby Digital?

Your 90 minutes is up.

If you just give us
a little more time...

I'm sorry, Divine.
You guys are finished.

Kenny, where are you going?

Kenny... Fuck, man!

Yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo,
what, what, what?

Are they kicking
us off the tour?

Not only that, they're
not even letting us

perform tonight.

Hey, yo, why
everybody bugging out?

People are bummed.

Wu-Tang's not performing.

Wu-Tang ain't performing?

The fuck is going on, son?

Hey, yo, Bobby, they
don't get to say

if we get to
perform or not, God.

Come on, son.

They can't take this shit
away from our fans, yo.

Yo, cuz, I say we just rush
the stage like we used to.

Yo, it's a county curfew, nigga.

They gonna cut our sound.

Hey, where the fuck
is Meth at, huh?

Yo, son, I just talked to 'Vine.

We getting kicked off the tour?

Hey, yo, so I came all this way

for no fucking reason then?

Hey, yo, so you're not mad

we're getting
kicked off the tour?

Man, fuck this fucking tour.

I've been saying that.

We could do our own shit.

That's the fuck I been saying.

What the fuck is y'all
nigga stalking about?

There's mad fans out there
who came to see us, yo.

Word. Mad fans, son.

Hey, yo, they booing the shit
at whoever on stage, God.

We should go kick them off.

Word.
- They booing us, nigga.

How they booing us?

How you never know what
the fuck is going on, son?

The fuck is you
talking about, son?

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey
yo, yo, yo, chill, guys.

Yo, Abbott.

Abbott, what you
got to say, son?

Our album is number
one in the world.

That's crazy.

We did that shit.

Not I, not you,

we.

Nobody can never take
that away from any

of you or your families.

I'm proud of y'all niggas.

And I hope y'all are too.

I, uh, asked y'all crazy asses
for five years of your life,

and y'all gave that shit to me.

And for that, I'm thankful.

Now, uh, when the
clock strikes 12:00,

your purpose will be fulfilled.

Whatever happens today,
tomorrow, or even ten years,

just know I love y'all niggas.

Y'all my brothers.

It's, uh... it's been
a wild ride, right?

But, uh, I'm giving up.

I'm done.

Yo, fuck is you talking
about giving up, God?

'Cause we're a bunch
of fuck-ups and felons?

And misfits?

Yo, that's why you
put us together, yo.

That's who the fuck we are.

Yo, we the most
unlikely success story

from the five boroughs, man.

Hey, yo, we ain't going
out like that, yo.

Fuck that.

Hey, yo, y'all thought
you weren't gonna see me?

What the fuck is up?

I never thought I'd be here.

I'm from Georgia.

I was the third
oldest of 12 kids.

My daddy was a deacon, though.

But he also sold moonshine
on the low at his nightclub.

And it was at that nightclub
that I first learned

how to sing and play the guitar,

you know what I'm saying?

Hey, yo.

You been here the whole time?

I didn't even
think to look here.

It was like 60% white
folks in that crowd, son.

Yeah, I know.

Hey.

Shit.

They here for the Wu, right?

My bad, y'all.

It's not my story.

That's Little Richard
I'm thinking about.

But yo, I do got a point.

Yo, fuck this guy.

Kill the sound. We're done.

We're done. Kill
the fucking sound.

Whoa, whoa, no, no, no, no.
Wait, wait just one second.

Okay, okay, Kenny, Kenny,
just... just please.

Please give us a chance.

Okay?

Look, they're all
on stage right now.

I see one guy on the stage.

Kenny, I hear you, but
see, this is how we...

We like to start with ODB.
- Oh, my God.

I am so tired of
this conversation.

Jesus Christ.
- Hey, hey.

So am I. I am...
I'm so sick of this.

But this is gonna
be fucking amazing.

Yo, yo, yo, hip-hop
is rock and roll.

Wu-Tang... is rock and roll!

Yo.

Listen up, all right?

Each and every one of
y'all gave me a check

so we could grow Wu
Wear on our own, right?

But it wasn't just
about the money, though.

It's about us sticking together.

And if we stick together,
we'll be Wu-Tang forever.

That's why we built this shit.

This our shit.

Nobody else did this but us.

We did.

That's right, Chef.
Grab your sword.

Hey, yo, Mav.

Play my shit, son.

Ah!

Hey, yo, it sound like y'all
ready for that Wu-Tang shit.

Y'all ready?

When I say Wu, y'all say Tang.

Wu... Tang.

Wu... Tang!

Hey, yo, Mav, drop
that shit, son.

Drop that shit.

Wu-Tang motherfucking go!

♪ Machine gun rap for all
my niggas in the back ♪

♪ Stadium packed, linebacker
nigga flash stacks ♪

♪ See through yellow lines... ♪

That nigga's waiting
for us, brah.

♪ Magic marker rap,
bleed Benetton ♪

♪ Relaxed, wrote this, coming
at your crab-ass culprits ♪

♪ Snatch ya ice off
chilling in the back ♪

♪ Throw the lights off ♪

♪ Waves, water blend,
rhyme flow in slow motion ♪

♪ Thick snare, I'm feeling
like a snail in the ocean ♪

♪ What's your wish? Wanna
Kringle like Kris? ♪

♪ Melodic single, darts snap
a nigga just like fish ♪

♪ You fucked up, some rich
niggas you done test yo ♪

♪ Select the wrong department ♪

♪ And niggas pulled
up your 'dress ♪

Wu-Tang's forever, right?

♪ Canal chain, nigga,
where your vest at? ♪

♪ Flex'll make me
wanna bless that ♪

- Yeah, nigga.
- Rock that shit.

Rock that shit.

♪ Flatten all the main ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The world in the
palm of your hand ♪

CHORUS ♪ It's yours ♪

♪ 23 million of useful land ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The seed and the Black woman ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Double LP from
Wu-Tang Clan ♪

♪ Yo, it's yours ♪

♪ Super freak physique
like Raphael Saadiq ♪

♪ Baby love the ganja leaf
every day of the week ♪

All right, all right. It's
ten minutes till curfew.

You got ten minutes.

Ten minutes! Okay?

Beautiful. Beautiful.

- Okay, ten minutes, Divine.
- Thank you.

Thank you, sir. Ten
minutes, all right.

Just so you know,
you should go...

How about this?

I'ma find you...
I'ma find you...

Just do your job.
Just do your job.

All right, all right, I got you.

I got you. Okay.

♪ Consumes toxic tunes ♪

♪ Hellbound, species
40-ounce typhoon ♪

It's crazy coming from
where we came from.

Yeah.

We out the hood now.

Maybe. You know.

Just got to always
bring the hood with us

wherever we go, son.

Know what I mean?

So they never forget.

Word.

♪ Better revamp their
shit or get blamped ♪

♪ At full throttle, hot lead
propels throughout my nozzle ♪

♪ Crack your skull
like bottles ♪

♪ Leave you stiff as models ♪

♪ Hey, yo, you couldn't
pull one drag off my blunt ♪

♪ You couldn't punch your
way out of a wet paper bag ♪

♪ With scissors in your
hands it's Masta Killa ♪

♪ I stand close to walls like
number four, The Lizard ♪

♪ And channel through
solar panels ♪

♪ Blast off like
Roman Candles ♪

♪ Rap vandals, stomp your
ass like Wahoo McDaniel ♪

♪ You cocker spaniel dogs
can't fuck with our catalog ♪

♪ Put your lights out and
leave your brain inside a fog ♪

♪ It's only natural, actual
facts are thrown at you ♪

♪ The impact'll blow trees
back and crack statues ♪

♪ Million-dollar
rap crews fold ♪

♪ Check the sick
shit, explicit ♪

♪ I crystallize your rhyme
so you can sniff it ♪

♪ We live this, fitted hats
low conceal the crooked eye ♪

♪ No surprise, verbal
stick up, put 'em high ♪

♪ Rebel I, outlaw, split
second on the draw ♪

♪ Blow the door off this
shit like bricks of C-4 ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The world in the
palm of your hand ♪

♪ It's yours ♪
- ♪ 23 million of useful land ♪

♪ It's yours! ♪

♪ The seed and the Black woman ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan ♪

♪ Yours ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Check Wu-Tang ♪

♪ Wu-Tang ♪

♪ Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Check out my beaver, baby
blue Glock in the safe ♪

♪ Seen Dorothy in the garden,
getting skied, row eight ♪

♪ We hold a belt,
son, that's my word ♪

♪ Spot a rapper, run him down ♪

♪ Throw him out in the third ♪

♪ Yo, check it ♪

♪ I think like the man
behind the register ♪

♪ Evergreen smokin' estates ♪

♪ 'Vine and Power made me
treasurer with third down ♪

♪ Six to go flash
his strobe lights ♪

♪ I'm open RZA hit me off
lovely, and I love them ♪

♪ With root beer thoughts ♪

♪ Here's a tennis court
for your birthday ♪

♪ The baby face of rap
politic with Sade ♪

♪ Avenging eagle crooks, rock
the W and Spiegel books ♪

♪ Anheuser-Busch
kings came through ♪

♪ And stopped
your whole juks ♪

♪ Spitfire Kangols, watch
Tony train a gang of hoes ♪

♪ Painful, like hearing the
news, like when your man go ♪

♪ Ends blow, windy at times ♪

♪ Watch the room, sexy girl ♪

♪ Love the shit out the song ♪

♪ Now watch her water ♪
♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The world in the
palm of your hand ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ 23 million of useful land ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The seed and the Black woman ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

- ♪ Wu-Tang ♪
- ♪ It's yours! ♪

♪ Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! ♪

♪ Wu-Tang! ♪

That's what I like.

Y'all fucking with
us tonight, huh?

Yeah.

Put your hands,
put your hands up.

Put your motherfucking hands up!

Soo!

What?

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Wu-Tang, motherfuckers ♪

Yo, Wu!

♪ Reunited, double
LP, world excited ♪

♪ Struck a match to
the underground ♪

♪ Industry ignited ♪

♪ From metaphorical parables ♪

♪ To fertilize the Earth ♪

♪ Wicked niggas come, try
to burglarize the turf ♪

♪ Scatting off soft-ass beats
them niggas rap happily ♪

♪ Tragically, that style
deteriorates rapidly ♪

♪ Uncompleted missions ♪

♪ Throwing your best
known compositions ♪

♪ You couldn't add it up
if you mastered addition ♪

♪ Where I come from, getting
visuals is habitual ♪

♪ You're more safe walking
on hot coals in rituals ♪

♪ I splash the paint on
the wall, formed a mural ♪

♪ He took a look, saw ♪

♪ The manifestation
of it was plural ♪

♪ Rhyming while impaired,
dart hit your garment ♪

♪ Pierced your internal
streamlined compartments ♪

♪ Just consider the
unparalleled advantage ♪

♪ Of a natural disaster
that's impossible to manage ♪

♪ Bitch-ass niggas
counterfeit the funk ♪

♪ I smoke the bead of the
skunk, tree top of the trunk ♪

♪ Moonshine drunken monk,
your head get shrunk ♪

♪ Your treasure sunk, I'll be
fucking bitches by the chunk ♪

♪ My name black, you worms
want to play in my dirt? ♪

♪ Bitch stop, my mama serve
free lunch at the church. ♪

♪ I come like a
thousand doves ♪

♪ Bitch, you quiet at
the bus, making no fuss ♪

♪ I got self-love ♪

♪ Unglove the noose,
watch a nigga transfuse ♪

♪ Dirty add to the fuse,
heavy at the booze ♪

♪ I don't walk, I get carried ♪

♪ Gold and platinum Frisbees,
on my wall, looking properly ♪

♪ But comely, I U.F.O.
you Wright Brothers ♪

♪ The Indian that sold
Manhattan to the white man ♪

♪ My grandfather ♪

♪ Step up and get knocked
right the fuck out ♪

♪ Come to the cookout, you
dirty bitch at the mouth ♪

♪ You scared, run around like
the plane about to crash ♪

♪ Wu-Tang, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ Yo, the Riddler, funny bone
tickler, freak Caligula ♪

♪ Bigger dick sex enigma,
pistil fertilize your stigma ♪

♪ Stinkbox order from Pink Dot
MCs get stuck on ink blots ♪

♪ AirSound plug
into the sinkbox ♪

♪ Wu-Tang Incorp. Take
your brain on spacewarp ♪

♪ Talk strange like Bjork,
great hero Jim Thorpe ♪

♪ How can I put it life
is like a video footage ♪

♪ Hard to edit, directors
that never understood it ♪

♪ Too impulsive, my
deadly corrosive dosage ♪

♪ Attack when you least notice
through explosive postage ♪

♪ I don't play, the rap
soufflé sauté for that day ♪

♪ Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig-A,
Leg-Leg Arm-Head ♪

♪ Spread like plague, we
drink Hennessy by the keg ♪

♪ I got the golden
egg plus the goose ♪

♪ 80 proof Absolut mixed
with cranberry fruit juice ♪

♪ Ginseng root I got
your neck in a noose ♪

♪ Keep my money wrinkled ♪

♪ The rap star twinkle
killer instinct ♪

♪ 16 bar nickel sell
more copies than Kinko ♪

♪ Grow like a fetus with no
hands and feet to complete us ♪

♪ And we return like Jesus
when the whole world need us ♪

♪ Is it appetite
for destruction? ♪

♪ Slap a murder rap
on this production ♪

♪ I touch something,
trust nothing ♪

♪ Iron Lung, Twisted Metal ♪

♪ I see them ducking
my dart gun ♪

♪ Busting from every angle ♪

♪ Worldwide total carnage,
the sickest flow ♪

♪ That be codenamed Agent
Orange, killing you slow ♪

♪ It's only right
you pay homage ♪

♪ To those that's
'bout to blow ♪

♪ Like that shit up your nose ♪

♪ Solid as a rock
when I strike target ♪

♪ Verbal be screaming on
you like a drill sergeant ♪

♪ Herbals got me where
I want to be right now ♪

♪ Don't know the time, check
the hour on your sundial ♪

♪ Watch me shine ♪

♪ Drunk off of cheap wine ♪

♪ Each line be on point
when I speak mine ♪

♪ On behalf of my crew ♪

♪ Suu! ♪
♪ Enter the Wu ♪

♪ 36 more deadly chambers
to take you through ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Wu-Tang motherfuckers ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

Time's up, Divine.

- What are you talking about?
- We're done.

No, no. No, we're not.

It's 11 o' clock. It's curfew.

We got... we are done.
We're shutting down.

You're fucking kidding me.

I warned you about this.
I'm not kidding here.

It's fucking time.

Kenny, Kenny, I
got them on stage.

We can't shut them
down right now!

We have to. It's not about me.

It's about the goddamn county.

God damn Kenny,
you've been fucking me

this whole goddamn time.

When I say "hip-hop,"
y'all say, "one love."

Hip-hop. One love.

When I say "Wu-Tang,"
y'all say "forever."

Wu-Tang Forever!

Wu-Tang Forever.

Put them W's up in
the fucking sky.

Yo.

Y'all thought y'all
wasn't going to see me?

I'm the Osiris of this shit.

Wu-Tang is here
forever motherfuckers.

This... this '97.

A'ight, my niggas
and my niggarettes.

You want to kick us
off the fucking tour?

Go ahead, kick us off
this fucking tour.

- I will!
- But listen to me.

I'll be damned if you don't
let my crew finish they set.

They are done.

You're not hearing
me. They are done.

Then you gonna have to go
through me to get them off.

We don't have to do
this. No, we don't.

Yeah. All right.

Go on.

Go ahead.

Thank you.
- They sound great.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

♪ I inspect view through
the future see millennium ♪

♪ Killa Beez sold
fifty gold... ♪

Kenny, Kenny, where
are you going?

Fuck off, Divine.

Yo, who cut the mics?

Yo, Mav, what up, huh?

This crazy right here.

♪ Shackling the masses
with drastic rap tactics ♪

♪ Graphic displays melt the
steel like blacksmiths ♪

♪ Black Wu jackets, Queen
Beez ease the guns in ♪

♪ Rumble with patrolmen,
tear gas laced the function ♪

♪ Heads by the score, take
flight, incite a war ♪

♪ Chicks hit the floor,
die-hard fans demand more ♪

♪ Behold the bold soldier,
control the globe slowly ♪

♪ Proceeds to blow, swinging
swords like Shinobi ♪

♪ Stomp grounds and pound
footprints in solid rock ♪

♪ Wu got it locked, preforming
live on your hottest block ♪

Suu!

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!
Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Where did we order this from?

The greens look too soggy.

We should have cooked
this ourselves.

Mama, I didn't want to be
standing over no hot stove.

The way my back has
been killing me,

and with all their new
dietary restrictions...

Mm-mm, no thank you.

Mommy, where the turkey at?

There.

Vegan turkey.

I guess I'll just
get the real thing

at Nia's parents' tonight, huh?

Hey, yo.

Infinite's still asleep.

All that running around and
shit outside got him tired.

Good.
- All right.

Hey, yo, what is
this right here?

Miss Diggs?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yo.

Yo, what up. Miss Linda.

We got some sides.

Okay. Oh.

Mmm, mmm, smells delicious.

Okay, all right.

All right, what's in it?

Mi offer bomboclat
ackee and jerk tofu.

Do you know what mi say? Aha!

I told you we
should have cooked.

Yo!

Hey, Miss Linda. Hey.

All right, put
this in the fridge,

see if there's some room.

All right.

Hey. What, no Dontae?

He's with his moms. I'ma
see him later, though.

All right.

Yo, what up, what up, what up?

Yo. Yo, peace.

Bro, peace, what up?

Yo, what's up with
all the gifts?

It ain't Christmas yet.
- Yo, son.

Come on, man. I'm not
gonna see y'all niggas.

I'ma be in Italy for
a couple of weeks.

- Word?
- Yeah.

Careful of them
shorties out there, yo.

You might not come back.

On my godfather shit, then, son.

It's whatever, know what I mean?

Word.

Ah!

ODB!

Working on Thanksgiving, baby?
- C'mon.

You know I don't celebrate
this white man holiday, man.

Pilgrims killing the Indians
and shit, man come on.

Y'all should be ashamed.

That may be the origins
of Thanksgiving,

but the holiday's about
family, togetherness.

- That's right.
- Yes, baby.

Oh, and taking a
break from work.

I'm so sorry, Mommy.

I had to finish up
the track for Meth.

Yo.
- Mm, mm, mm.

All right. I love you.

Love you too.

Hey!

Oh, cutie.

All right. Beautiful.

Yo, I'm starving, kid.

Where that turkey at?

Where's the turkey at, though?

Hey, yo, that's the
turkey right there, yo.

That?

Yo, just because you
vegan do not mean

I'm about to stop
eating drumsticks.

Vegan or not, what...

Where the drinks at?
Where the wine at?

Hold on, I asked you if there
was gonna be drinks here,

and it was simple.

You know what I realized?

I've never gotten a picture
of all of you together.

Come on, can you
guys stop posing?

You don't have to be
so hard all the time.

Look at where you are now.

Wu-Mansion.

This whole property
might be as big

as Park Hill and
Stapleton combined.

And you did all this
because you stuck together,

and you gonna keep doing
it by sticking together.

Because none of you know what
you went through but you.

I don't care how many
fights you get into,

you have a bond that
will never be broken.

Yeah, yo.

Brothers forever, right?
- All right, yeah.

Let's take this shit.

All right.

C'mon, Divine, let's see them.

One, two, three.

Good.

Can you all now smile?

One,

two, three.

♪ Yo, the family
is the solution ♪

They sold more than 40
million albums worldwide.

They... yeah.

They paved the way for
countless hip-hop artists.

♪ And I'm the dirtiest
thing in sight ♪

♪ Matter of fact,
bring out the girls ♪

♪ And let's have a mud fight ♪

Wu-Tang Clan!

Wu-Tang Clan.

Hey, everybody.
Hey, everybody.

Yeah.

First of all, let me say this.

It is an honor to have
all of you together again.

This is historic, and
I truly appreciate it.

Wu-Tang, we have something
in common with each other.

It's a brotherhood, a respect.

And when we say a
better tomorrow,

we're striving to make a
better tomorrow for ourselves

but also to inspire a better
tomorrow for the world, yo.

We're in Staten
Island today, a'ight?

We're on the corner
of Sobel Court

and Targee Street.

They are getting the
district renamed,

so it's Wu-Tang Clan District.

I don't know how y'all see it,

but when it comes
to the children,

Wu-Tang is for the children.

We teach the children,
you know what I mean?

Puffy is good, but
Wu-Tang is the best, okay?

I want y'all to know
that this is ODB,

and I love you all.

Peace.

Wu-Tang is for the children.

Wu-Tang is for the people.

If you feel me and
you understand me,

put your Wu-Tang Ws all
the way up in the sky,

and let's hold the world up.

Those Ws represent your wings,

and with those wings, you
can fly above anything.

All bullshit.

You can fly above oppression.

You can fly above racism.

You can fly above poverty.

With those wings right there,

you shall make it to
the place you wanna be,

and you shall have your triumph.

When I say "Wu-Tang,"
you say "forever."

Wu-Tang! Forever!

Wu-Tang!

♪ What, y'all thought y'all
wasn't gonna see me? ♪

♪ Turn the other cheek and
I'll break your fucking chin ♪

♪ Slayin' boom-bangs
like African drums ♪

♪ We'll be coming around
the mountain when I come ♪

♪ Crazy flamboyant for
the rap enjoyment ♪

♪ My clan increase like
Black unemployment ♪

♪ Yeah, another one
dare G-Gka-Genius ♪

♪ Take us the fuck outta here ♪

♪ The Wu is too slammin' for
these Cold Killin' labels ♪

♪ Some ain't had hits
since I seen Aunt Mabel ♪

♪ Be doin' artists in
like Cain did Abel ♪

♪ Now they money's
gettin' stuck to the gum ♪

♪ Under the table ♪

♪ That's what you get when
you misuse what I invent ♪

♪ Your empire falls and
you lose every cent ♪

♪ For tryna blow up a scrub ♪

♪ Now that thought
was just as bright ♪

♪ As a 20-watt light bulb ♪

♪ Should've pumped
it when I rocked it ♪

♪ So stingy they got short
arms and deep pockets ♪

♪ They're scared to
death to pump these ♪

♪ First of all,
who's your A&R ♪

♪ A mountain climber who
plays an electric guitar ♪

♪ But he don't know
the meanin' of dope ♪

♪ When he's lookin' for
a suit-and-tie rap ♪

♪ That's cleaner
than a bar of soap ♪

♪ And I'm the dirtiest
thing in sight ♪

♪ Matter of fact,
bring out the girls ♪

♪ And let's have a mud fight ♪

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Get on the line!