Wu-Tang: An American Saga (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Daytona 500 - full transcript
The Wu-Tang Clan goes on a tour of the East Coast and soon discover that living on a bus together may not be so much fun when they must deal with their problems face-to-face.
Bobby?
Welcome to your new home.
It was nice meeting you.
- Karina. Yeah.
- Word.
We have an agreement.
Even if you living
that rap life,
you always come
home to your family.
You my Earth, you know that?
Mook?
It's John.
I want you to be
the group's manager.
We need someone like you.
Why are there eight names
listed under
recipient of shares?
I wanted to divide the company
among the other group members.
♪ And I'ma get mad
deep like a threat ♪
♪ Blow up your project ♪
What does Wu Wear bring to
the game that's any different?
Our brand is streetwear.
They taking our
demographic for granted
instead of representing them.
You missed the tour.
How's the Abbot gonna miss
the whole Wu-Tang tour?
All in together now.
Yeah.
Yo, Killa, yo, get in here.
Word.
All right, here we go.
Easy...
Su!
Yo, god, I ain't know you
was comin' on tour with us.
Yeah. RZA hit me yesterday.
How else we supposed
to do "Chessboxin'"
without the god?
No doubt. No doubt.
So you sure you're
gonna be okay?
What if I say no?
Will you get back
in the car with me?
I want to. Believe me.
You got other kids
to take care of, huh?
Well, unfortunately, they
need me more than you do.
I think she needs you the most.
Right, baby?
Watch her head, watch her head.
I'm gonna miss
you. You hear me?
I'm gonna buy you
something at...
Every stop we make.
Buy me something like what?
Toys, hats.
Whatever you want,
man, I got you.
Are you going to Disney World?
Disney World? I don't
know about all that.
If we go, I'ma get him a
Mickey Mouse or something.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
I'ma miss you.
- Hmm.
It's just for three weeks, okay?
Y'all gonna be good?
Yeah.
We'll be fine.
Oh.
In case those
headaches come back.
Nah, I should be good.
Shit ain't been
bothering me recently.
Okay.
You have fun with
your little groupies,
but don't you go catching
them feelings, okay?
Hey, yo, I ain't about
to catch nothing.
I'ma keep both my
heads protected.
Know what I mean?
You my Earth. You
know that, right?
I know.
Ghostface,
how are you feeling
about the upcoming tour?
Yeah, it's all right.
We gonna, you know, do
what we do and all that.
All right? It's whatever.
I don't trust them dudes, son.
They always try to put
your business in the street
for they little
magazines or whatever.
MTV did me straight dirty, man.
You are dirty, son.
True, true, true.
Must be hard on the family
when you go on tour.
Yeah, man, most def,
but that's what we
signed up for, you know.
Speaking of signing,
is it true that RZA made
y'all sign five-year contracts
that gives him control
over all your careers?
First of all, RZA don't
make any of us do anything.
But, you know, career-wise,
I mean, look around...
I think we doing
pretty damn well.
As for me personally...
Meth. Yo, Meth.
Yo, I'll get you when
I get back, son. Word.
After three months,
"Return to the 36
Chambers" is gold.
I thought it was hilarious,
but some people not so much.
Hit this, son.
I don't know what you're
talking about, but hit this.
- Uh...
- Look.
I'm not answering no
questions until you hit this.
Yo, yo, yo, we all good.
- I want him to have some weed.
- We all good, nigga.
- You want to hit this?
- Nah.
Su!
RZA, after, uh, two
successful solo albums,
Wu-Tang is reassembled for
this group East Coast tour,
even you.
What got you back out there?
I've, uh... I've actually
never been on a full tour
with my brothers before.
This gonna be the first time
audiences can see the
entire Wu-Tang Clan live.
10 cities in 21 days,
Philadelphia to Fort Lauderdale.
Yeah, Shaolin heads south.
I was, uh... I was raised
out there for a bit.
My grandfather, he didn't have
more than a sixth-grade
reading education.
So he had to work at a factory.
37 years, never missed a day.
But when it came time for
them to pay him his pension,
they fired his ass.
- What'd he do?
- He accepted his old job back.
See, my grandfather, he lacked
the education to dream bigger.
We're about to head south,
and it's good to see
everything he did pay off.
Shit, uh, got to go, yo.
Uh, no, I was told I
get to talk to everyone.
Word? I told your editor
you only had an hour with
us before we took off.
Oh, but I still have
questions, though.
You got questions?
I got all the answers
right here, son.
Go ahead, man.
All right, son,
hit that shit, man.
- All right.
- Whoa, man.
Yo, how long you think
he been out there, son?
I don't know, man. A minute.
Yo, he holding a tape recorder
like a Rubik's
Cube or something.
How much of that
blunt you gave him?
- Whole thing, son.
- Nah.
Why y'all niggas do that
to nigga out there, man?
You know we ain't fucking
with no reporters, son.
Damn. Y'all know I only
brought him out here
to get some promotion
for the tour, right?
He's gone.
Yo, I feel bad.
I'm gonna get him
some water, a'ight?
Damn.
He'll be all right.
We bad, son.
- Let's do this.
Hurry up, son.
Got Killa on tour with us now.
This only my first tour.
Just don't be farting
over me and shit, son.
Doing that freaky-ass shit.
Niggas just mad corny...
Always biting and shit.
Know what I mean? Oh, nah.
- You know what I mean?
- Watch your step, son.
Yo, this shit is way
bigger than the tour bus
from the last tour, son.
That's the hype right there.
Get ready for these
good feasts, son.
Just open a window, nigga.
Last time you had everybody
clothes stinking and shit.
Nah, y'all niggas gonna
smell this goodness.
Know what I mean? Word.
Yo, Killa, rule
of the tour, god.
Make sure you always sleeping
feet first, you heard?
Yeah, because if the
driver hit the brake,
you break your fucking neck.
Word. Like that
Gloria Estefan chick
when she got in that
car crash and shit.
Hey, yo, rhythm
finally guy her ass.
Yo, how this bus
already stinking, son?
All them spices cuz
got in his bag, yo.
You blaming me now?
Nigga, y'all need
to fucking stay
in your fucking
palace or something.
Know what I mean?
Hey, yo, fuck this.
Fuck this game, son. You
owe me from the last time.
Save me some weed,
man. Whatever, man.
Can't believe I'm
back on the bus, man.
Just got off tour.
U-GOD: I don't know what
you complaining for, son.
You love this shit.
All you gonna do is sit
on the fucking couch
and play video games all day.
Shit.
Yo, the fuck you
doing back there?
I'm trying to see what
bed the squeakiest,
so niggas know when I'm fucking.
Nah. Yo, chill
with all that, son.
This tour about to be wild.
Hey, yo, that journalist
is fucked up, yo.
He couldn't even drive home.
I had to order that
nigga a cab, yo.
Fucking crazy. All
right, all right.
Let's go over the rules
so we're all clear, okay?
So every dollar that we
lose in the security deposit
will get deducted directly
from your paychecks.
Nigga, what?
All right, so remember no
candles, no incense, GZA.
And no guns, son. I'm
still on probation.
I can't be getting locked up
over other niggas packing.
Yo, that's right.
- Fuck you looking at me for?
- And last but not least,
punctuality.
Be on time.
Hey, Igor, here, have this.
Use this to buy your hotel
room when we get to Philly.
Okay.
We drive now?
- No, no, no. Not now.
I gotta go out and talk to P.
Yo, one more rule, all right?
Come on, son, with the rules.
No shitting on the bus.
Hey, yo, word up.
- Word.
- I ain't doing none of that.
Yo, let's get this
shit started, huh?
Su!
- Let's get it, let's get it.
Know what I mean?
- All right, y'all.
- No, no, no, no, no.
You ride on this one.
Hey, y-yo, we got business
to talk about, right?
Yeah, I know. We can
handle it on the next stop.
Look, management bus
is for executives.
Tour bus is for artists.
What the fuck is
you talking about?
Go be an artist.
All right, little bro?
Have fun. Yo, save one for me.
All right.
Shit, y'all make some room.
Hey, baby, I'ma call you.
Can't even get a fucking...
Yo, you good?
Good. Grab a box, nigga.
Yo, there's, like, a dozen of
these boxes in the other bus.
Yo, check it. Some
new shit right here.
- Whoo!
- You know what I mean?
Yo, that shit is dope.
But come on, you really think
we can move this much merch
at all the shows?
Yo, half of it is for the show,
and the rest is for
the mom-and-pop stores
that we pass, but, yo,
this tour is gonna be
the perfect way to promote
the new Wu Wear Store
opening next month,
you know what I mean?
Uh-huh. P, you know I
love the way you think.
Grandma Dynamite, trust me,
you don't want
any parts of this.
Oh, Mook, honey, I'll be fine.
Not my first rodeo.
How many music groups you
know got eight members?
I once drove around a musician
that would sacrifice live
animals before the shows.
I can handle these boys.
- Damn.
I would've never guessed you
for an underground goth chick.
A 15-time Grammy winner.
Who?
Rule number one... what happens
on the bus stays on the bus.
Quincy?
My lips are sealed.
Clapton? Aretha?
I know she a freak.
Hey, Mook, how long
is it gonna take us to get
to Philly this time of day?
- Ooh, two hours, give or take.
- If you drive like a bitch.
Oh. [laughs] All right.
♪ I love the girl ♪
♪ But I had to cut
the bitch off ♪
♪ Yeah, the bitch died ♪
♪ I killed the bitch ♪
Hey, yo, this intro
got to be, like,
over three minutes long, son.
4 minutes 47 seconds.
Like Pryor and
Blowfly had a baby.
That's the nicest thing
anybody said to me, god.
Yo, why you turn it off?
Yo, we always just listening
to our shit at the mansion.
We on tour now. No doubt.
Y'all going to another chamber.
Word.
I mean, what should
we listen to?
Shit, something with
some Philly soul, god.
You got to get in that
Gamble and Huff chamber, son.
- Nah. Patti LaBelle.
- Nah, nah.
Patti is Gamble and Huff.
Hey, yo, fuck all that,
son. I got it right here.
Delfonics... I grew up
on this shit right here.
The record label
was like Motown.
That's my shit right there.
What y'all fellas
know about that?
♪ Many guys have come to you ♪
♪ With a line
that wasn't true ♪
♪ And you pass them by ♪
These niggas know a
couple of the lyrics.
Them ain't even the lyrics.
♪ Now, I don't wear
a diamond ring ♪
♪ I don't even... ♪
♪ And in my Yankee hat,
you could drop five beans ♪
♪ And then go back to Mama
like, "All I know is..." ♪
♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ I love you ♪
Yeah, yeah.
What y'all know about this?
What y'all know about this?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Turn
that shit down, please.
I'm trying to fucking
concentrate, nigga.
He's got to control
the music in here too.
Hey, yo, I know, I know, I know.
I'm trying to go over
this fucking set list.
Is that cool?
Do we got a choice?
All right, cool.
We gonna step out
with, uh... With Deck.
He's gonna come from behind
a black curtain by himself.
You do your verse, all right?
Then the music stops.
Silence, total silence.
Want to make the
audience feel that shit.
Then out of nowhere,
the entire Clan
bum-rushes the stage.
I know we do this shit often,
but I had to lay out the layout.
Y'all good with that?
♪ Listen to me ♪
♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Means I love you ♪
Y'all niggas stupid.
- ♪ Oh ♪
- Sing that, baby.
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.
Word.
This shit is crazy
right now, yo.
Word up. Word up.
Women is mad flavorful
out here tonight, son.
Ooh.
I like shorty right there.
I need three scoops of that.
She thick as hell, son.
Oh, shit, look, I think those
people made us food too.
Oh, nah, son. Chill
with all that.
Know what I mean?
Shit might have swine
in it and shit, kid.
You never take anything
from a fan, son.
Yo, what's that girl holding?
It's a piñata, god. Piñata?
What the fuck is she
doing with a piñata, man?
- That's what I'm saying.
- Yo. Yo, yo, yo.
Yo, Mook... Mook been
rapping with the promoter
for mad long now.
Business shit.
Yeah, but what kind of business
he got to handle right
before the fucking show?
Yo, you see that?
She's dressed in all Wu Wear.
Well, isn't that a good thing?
It should be, but
that's not our shit.
It's bootleg.
- Nigga, how can you tell?
- Easy.
We haven't made
clothes for women yet.
Come on, man.
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.
Maybe we should.
Yo, what's up, god?
Aren't we supposed
to be onstage?
Not until we get paid.
That's the rule number
one on the tour, god.
Yo, son, what's the holdup, son?
Where's my money at?
City of Brotherly Love
shows you their love.
All right, then.
So Killa in the group now?
That's how much...
he's on the album, ain't he?
Yo, god.
- Yo, double or nothing?
- I got that.
Nah, I got Deck. I
got Deck on that shit.
Ain't no way you gonna
make that shit, son.
- You got that, son.
- Word.
- Ooh, give me the money, son.
- What you talking about?
He don't even play
ball in real life, son.
This money real, though.
Hey, yo, he not opening up
for the tour. Fuck that.
Yo. Get the fuck
out of here, son.
Deck killed Philly, son.
He killed that shit.
Yo, you seeing
shorty on the side,
knew all the words to your shit?
Nah. What side? Left or right?
Stage left, son.
Stage left? What the
fuck is stage left?
Left of stage, nigga.
The left of the stage.
Know what I mean?
- What's that smell?
- Oh, shit.
Yo, somebody open
up the vents, god.
That's that same smell from
earlier... I was telling y'all.
Open the damn windows, son.
Yo, Deck, I thought we agreed
to stop fucking accepting
gifts from fans and shit.
Don't be hating
'cause he got fans.
Whatever, nigga.
Oh, shit. Yo, it's
full of blunts.
I think I found a
different kind of smell.
Yo, the weed is the
best air freshener.
Bet y'all niggas gonna be
accepting shit from fans now.
♪ Without a sail ♪
♪ Just like a ship ♪
It's mad early,
son. Come on, yo.
♪ Without a sail ♪
♪ But don't worry ♪
♪ I know ♪
Yo, shut the fuck up, son.
♪ I know, I know ♪
Stupid, son.
Nah, Dirty. Sit your ass down.
Play the game or
something, nigga.
Ready to lose some money?
Word.
I love Virginia Beach, son.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, it's all right.
It's all right.
Nah, son. This
shit paradise, son.
Word. It's exactly the
locale I want to record at.
Yeah, I just don't
really fuck with
the sand and all that.
Imagine that shit... waking up
to the sound of waves and shit,
mad tranquil and shit.
- Mm-hmm.
- Know what I mean?
Come on, yo.
That's the frequency,
that... that, uh...
that Wu shit.
Hold on.
Hey, yo, that's... that's hair?
Nah, why I got thread
in my shit, son?
Nah, son.
Which one of y'all niggas
was using my grill, son?
What with the
fucking grill, son?
Igor, come in.
They want to make a pit stop.
Next exit.
Booked you a hotel room
so you can shower and shit.
Be back in one hour.
I ain't going after Dirty.
Word.
- Should roll dice, son.
- Yeah, word, word.
Let's roll dice on
it and all that.
Yo yo, yo, yo, yo.
I know for a fact
Power's not sharing a room
with those guys, so...
Well, this, uh, room
is for management...
Usually.
- Thanks, brother.
- Mm-hmm.
♪ I smoke on the mic like
"Smokin' Joe" Frazier ♪
♪ The hell raiser, raisin'
hell with the flavor ♪
♪ Terrorize the jam like
troops in Pakistan ♪
♪ Swingin' through your town ♪
♪ Like your neighborhood
Spider-Man ♪
Whoo, this show is
gonna be live tonight.
Word. U-GOD: Word, son.
Hopefully Meth don't hog the mic
and talk for two
minutes like last show.
Yo, yo. So Virginia
Beach thanks you.
Hey, Killa.
- Yo.
Whoo!
Yo, Bobby, can you give
this to Spencer, please?
- Right here, right here.
- I got a toss it.
U-ee, Rae.
Boom.
- Yeah.
Can you give this to Meth?
All right, y'all,
have a good show.
Hey, yo, bring me the dice, son.
You know I don't be gambling
before the show, son.
All right, play me in chess
then, nigga. What the fuck?
All these shorties in
here, you want to play...
Gamble and play chess?
Nah, son. I feel that shit
burning down there, son.
I'm cool on that right now, son.
Shit, if you feeling that way,
you might as well burn
some of that paper, god.
Come on, son, $100 a show.
Let me get some of that.
This what you always
do at a party?
Sulk in the corner?
Karina, what up, baby?
Can't believe I'm seeing you.
What you doing here?
I'm shooting a video.
- Oh, word?
- Yeah.
And you heard Wu
was in town, huh?
Yeah, you know, my
friends are fans.
What about you?
I just came for the free drinks.
What's wrong?
You got another headache?
No, I'm good now...
thanks to you and your
temple rub and all that.
Hey, yo, I love
Virginia Beach, word.
Yeah, me too.
Want to go out and
walk around and shit?
Yeah.
All right, come on.
Ratted him out real quick.
Sit down.
- Tony Bennett?
- Nope.
Uh, do I know you?
No, but I know you.
We spotted you at three
different Wu shows.
Am I in some kind of trouble?
Depends.
You made that?
- Please don't hurt me.
- How would you punish a thief?
Oh, fuck.
And we saw the same
one at the Philly show
and the Baltimore one
too. What's up with that?
Look, I'm really sorry.
I don't want a fucking
apology, nigga.
I ain't got time for that.
Tell me how you do it.
Do what?
You sell these for 10
bucks a pop, right?
What's the hustle?
Me and my friends
bought a press.
We make all the
shirts ourselves.
- And how you move the product?
- My uncle's a truck driver.
He delivers 'em for free.
- How many stops?
- 27.
27.
Y'all niggas get around, huh?
So who they? Your
little homeys and shit?
- There's a chat board.
- What the fuck is that?
It's a place where
people talk online.
Look, we're really big fans...
- Shut up.
- Okay.
You been stealing money out
of my fucking pocket, nigga.
That's the problem.
It won't happen again.
Oh, I know it ain't
gonna happen again.
You know better than that.
What are you gonna do to me?
I'ma offer you a job.
What if I supplied you
with the real shit?
You know what I mean?
And, you know, I
break your uncle off
with a little
something-something too.
Are you for real?
We got a deal?
Yeah, absolutely.
Does this mean I'm part
of the Wu-Tang Clan?
- Fuck, no.
- Okay.
Fuck out of here.
Look, take that.
Yo, when tonight's
matchup come up,
hit any button seven times.
Then you gonna press
and hold B, C, and up.
Nigga, that works?
You'll be on fire
the whole game, son.
That's my word.
Oh, we makin' some
money today, baby.
Yo, that smell,
son... it's Igor.
Hey, yo. You supposed to be
sleeping in the hotel room
when we stop overnight.
'Vine gives you money.
Man, he pocketing that money
and sleeping on the
bus with his stank ass.
Fuck you. Fuck you,
too, motherfucker.
Yo, son, what the fuck
is on my grill, son?
You got some fucking...
Yo, what the fuck?
Fuck you too.
Okay.
All right.
You know, I took this job
so I wouldn't have to
drive no bus no more.
It's funny how things
come full circle, right?
Like the wheels on a bus.
Yeah. So you know how
you got Mercury, right?
She the one that's closest
to the sun and all that,
always around and shit.
Mars is like,
you know, the one
you got to go visit.
Venus is mad hot.
That's you.
Then you got your Earth.
That's who you build a
life with and all that.
She like the
matriarch, for real.
That's your girl back home.
Yeah, Shurrie.
She...
I already...
learned about the
solar system in school.
All right.
If you're trying to get
out the house, my mom says
that you're welcome to...
She's just trying to help, Nia.
What do you want me to say?
Okay, look, no, no,
we got to hit the road
if we're gonna make it to
the show on time, okay?
So, look, Nia, I'm
gonna call you later.
Yeah, I-I love you too.
Every time I'm away,
it's the same drama.
It's always some shit.
What's going on with you?
There's this one shorty.
She been with us, uh,
for a few stops now.
You know what I'm
saying? With Ghost.
I know it's hard, but you
have to leave this be, Bobby.
Yo...
did you know about this?
Well, you know, not
exactly this one, but...
look, Ghost and our sister,
they have an arrangement, okay?
And Shurrie is cool
with this shit?
"Cool" isn't the
word I would use,
but our sister is not stupid.
Why the fuck would
she talk to you
about this shit and not me?
I don't know, nigga,
maybe 'cause she knew
you'd react the way that
you reacting right now.
Hey, look, I don't
give a fuck, all right?
This is our little sister, yo.
I hear you, but look,
Bobby, we don't know, right?
What happens behind closed
doors is their business.
Look, the whole reason
they didn't tell us
about their shit
in the first place
is because they knew we'd
be sticking our noses in it.
Bobby, you control the music.
You cannot control
their personal lives.
I mean, I learned that shit
the hard way on the last tour.
Shit. Whatever.
Yo, I'm not getting
on that bus, yo.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
no, no, no, no, no.
I told you the executive
bus is for management.
The tour bus,
that's for artists.
- Yeah, I'm both, remember?
- But that's the problem.
Right now you are a
rapper on a group tour.
Stop acting like
one of the suits
trying to control everything.
Bobby, it's only
a matter of time
before they start to
resent you for it.
Let me be the one
that they hate.
Okay?
♪ Like a stink bomb ♪
♪ Boom! Blowin' up niggas
mad bigger than the trigger ♪
♪ So you better
run for cover ♪
♪ Niggas better loosen
they ass, felt the glass ♪
♪ A 40-ounce bottle, yo,
yo, yo, money, yo, pass ♪
♪ Whoo-whoo-whoo,
I swear to lives ♪
♪ Is he gonna live,
Doc? No the nigga died ♪
♪ The maximum of
MCs are populating ♪
♪ The minimum of those
MCs are dominating... ♪
Yo, they must have been
cooking for days, son.
That's love, son.
These people thought
about everything, son.
She was even talking some shit
about vegan marshmallows
and all that.
- "Vegan marshmallows"?
- Yeah. Shit crazy.
They got chicken right here.
They ain't got no
other options, bro?
Hey, yo. What's the holdup?
I'm saying, I'm hungry as hell.
Shit smell mad good.
What's taking y'all
niggas so long?
Yeah, all right. You
see that right there.
What you eating? You
ain't eating nothing?
Yo, nigga, shut
the fuck up, nigga.
Matter of fact, move over here.
All right.
He said I can't talk that.
I can't blame you now.
Damn, Rae, you gonna save
some for the rest of us?
Fat ass.
Bro, niggas be getting
wild disrespectful.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
it ain't worth going
to war over, god.
Hey, yo. Yo.
I just got us three radio
interviews for tomorrow.
Three? Yeah, nigga.
We don't even get three
interviews in New York, son.
- I know, right?
- That's peace.
So, uh, with that,
we're gonna have to
divide and conquer.
So it's gonna be
me, Deck, and Dirty.
GZA, you're gonna be with
Rae and Ghost and Killa.
And that leaves U-God
and Meth, all right?
Cars get here at 6:30 sharp.
Yo, you putting me with
Meth, nigga? With Meth?
- Yeah.
- Why?
Yo, we all gotta do
promo, all right?
Fuck that, nigga. You know
all this nigga do is talk.
You should ask us
about this shit.
It's already decided, all right?
I'ma watch you
in your little video
when it drop, right?
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
All right. This was fun.
Yeah, no doubt.
I'ma see you in New York or...
Yeah, of course.
Am I gonna see you?
Yeah.
You my Venus. I told you that.
Just remember I told you that.
Right. Right.
All right, well, be safe.
All right. Later.
Hey, yo.
I've been peeping you after,
like, every show, a'ight?
What? You squeezing the
promoters off on the side?
That's what you doing?
You say something?
Hey, don't fucking play
with me, son, come on.
Why wouldn't I
ask for more money
if they selling extra tickets?
Yeah, but what you doing?
You holding us hostage?
Like we not gonna
go to the stage
unless you get more
CREAM... That's what it is?
They always seem to
come up with the money.
Yeah, but is Wu
seeing any of it?
There is no money unless I
go and get it, all right?
It's not coming
out of your pocket
or anybody else's either.
You the scheming-ass
motherfucker from before.
All fucking day. Don't
you ever forget about it.
And you can thank my scheming
ways for that Jesus piece.
We all gotta eat.
Yo, it ain't even like...
It ain't even like
I'm mad at the hustle.
Know what I mean? I
just don't like niggas
trying to do shit and
be slick about it.
Doing shit without you
knowing and shit like that.
You know what I'm saying?
I'm not asking your permission
for some shit that directly
affects your pockets, son.
Word. Word.
You know what I'm saying, son?
Yeah. Nah, I feel you.
We'll talk about
this shit tomorrow.
Yeah, son.
We're sitting here with
the one and only Method Man
of the Wu-Tang clan
live in studio.
Welcome to
Charleston, Mr. Meth.
Why didn't you go
with the others?
What's the use?
Meth sit there and suck up
all the fucking
oxygen out the room.
Nobody else can get a word
in edgewise when he around.
Well, you know,
there's a bunch of
talented artists this year.
You think you could take me
somewhere with a gift shop,
somewhere down there?
I think I'm gonna get
something for my little man.
Please?
I can't move this bus an inch
without the okay
from management.
Come on, Grandma, I'm just
going down the street.
Rules are rules.
Fuck the rules.
This some bullshit, man.
Check this shit out.
Grandma D, where RZA at?
Yo, what's wrong?
U-God shit on the bus!
Oh, goddamn.
Oh, it's worse than when
Frampton sacrificed the rabbit.
Are you serious?
Oh! You almost had me there.
- Yo, what's good?
- We got bigger problems, cuz.
Yo, look, the journalist's
article came out, yo.
It's some bullshit.
Yo, what the fuck?
"The RZA blames the lack of
decent education in the South
for his grandfather's troubles"?
"A proper education
isn't an op..."
Yo, I didn't even fucking
say this shit, yo.
Yo, this motherfucker switched
up my fucking words, yo.
I told you not to
fuck with him, yo.
Yo, what the fuck?
What the fuck?
Yo, all I told the man
was Grandpa's story.
I wasn't shitting
on the South...
at all.
I know.
But that's the thing
with reporters, god.
You can't always
control what they write.
You think it's about coincidence
that this shit comes out
right when we about to hit
the Southern leg of our tour?
Don't believe in coincidences.
Beef sells.
Yeah.
It's the chef right now.
It's the chef!
It's the chef, son!
Nah, nah, nigga. You
know I like all of that.
I like all of that.
Hold on. Hold on.
- Run that shit back, son.
That's what I been saying, cuz.
Double up!
- Now you talking crazy, son.
Yo, yo, yo, get in on this,
man. Get your money out, son.
- This is all I got.
- You got 30 minutes.
Come on, I don't want to
hear that righteous shit.
Come on, have some fun.
- Yo, who the shooter, god?
You the shooter.
Take this shit.
I put the whole
show on this shit.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
- Sixes. Sixes.
- Sixes?
He said sixes. Nah. Nah.
No way in hell, son. No
way in hell, son. No way.
- Oh!
- I'm back, baby.
That's my shit.
That's my CREAM.
That's my CREAM.
I can't hear you, Rae.
I can't hear you, Rae.
Gets nothing, son.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
This, uh...
this local paper
picked up on the story.
Think it's gonna be a problem?
I don't know.
Shit, maybe.
Word.
What's good with you?
Son, when did Killa
become an official
member of the Clan, son?
I thought there was eight
members of the group.
Well, who said
anything about him
being a member of the group?
We breaking him off like
he part of the group, son.
There's nine equal
stacks every time.
Killa my man. He can
roll up. He can drink.
He can do whatever
he want to do, son.
I'm cool.
But when it come to my money,
you gonna have to
talk to me first, son.
We all doing equal work, right?
Equal? Word. Word. Equal.
So why you got the
whole back area, son?
Know what I mean? Why
not Meth? Why not Dirty?
Why you make all the
decisions, son? Equal?
Hey.
All right.
How about this?
Let's take this to the guys.
Let's see what they
got to say, huh?
- Let's talk to 'em.
- Yeah, let's talk to 'em.
Charleston thanks you.
Ooh-whee! Hey, yo.
That's what I'm talking about.
Hey, yo, watch out.
Yo, uhm don't touch that.
We got to... we got to talk.
Don't touch what?
So, uh, we need to discuss
how this money's
gonna be split up.
If anyone has a problem,
say that shit now.
Hey, RZA, what's the issue?
Oh, uh, ask Rae.
My problem is simple.
We cutting the cake
nine ways, right?
Last I checked, there was
eight members in this crew.
- Wow.
- No disrespect and all that,
but it's a little unclear
who's in the group.
So I think if Killa's
traveling with us,
he should get paid.
You know what I'm saying?
But that's just me.
I mean, the same
amount, though, son?
Killa's only on one song.
U-God's only on two songs.
He's in the group, isn't he?
For sure.
I mean, now that
you bring that up...
Oh, okay, so it's
like that, son?
It's like that?
I'm just saying.
You know what I mean?
- Stepped into some shit now.
Yo, yo, yo. We all
equal, god. Word.
But you got a gold album.
Know what I'm saying?
Meth about to go double
platinum any day now, son.
Don't bring me in
this shit, son.
I'm saying, shouldn't
they get more?
They bring in the crowd.
The fans are coming
here to see them.
So you talking about
a tier system, god.
RZA, you good with that?
- Nah, nigga.
Yo, look, I be doing a lot
for y'all, all right? So...
Right, a lot.
We signed that contract
and everything,
gave you control and shit,
but we ain't give you
control of our food.
All right.
So maybe, uh, we
handle this as a group.
Who's in the group?
'Cause we keep coming
back to the main question.
Should we roll for it?
Hey, yo, stop playing. nigga.
Yo, stop telling
me what to do, son.
Yo, this whole conversation
is stupid, son,
Yeah, of course you
don't give a fuck, nigga.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means you got other
ways to make money, right?
So what? What's stopping
you from doing the same?
Even Mook out here
getting money.
So what? You knew
about that shit?
Whoa, whoa, all y'all know
about Mook taking our shit, son?
Shit crazy.
Hey, yo, y'all bugging
the fuck out, for real.
But, you know, I don't got...
I don't got a solo album yet,
so I'm chilling.
Go make one, son. Fuck
you talking to me for?
With what fucking beats?
RZA did your whole
album and yours too.
You can get beats
from anywhere, son.
Rest of us just stuck
here waiting around.
They got record deals
with release dates.
Of course I'm
handling them first.
Why don't I have a deal, then?
Yo, can we just smoke some
weed and move the fuck on?
This nigga's always
fucking talking, son.
Yo, you coming at me?
Yeah, you don't care
'cause you know you good.
Shit, maybe I should
get paid more,
just to listen to your bullshit.
Nigga, I was the only one
with an album before Wu.
- So?
- And?
Seniority trumps, right?
Hmm.
Look, that's not
what I'm saying, god.
What I'm saying is
with y'all logic,
I should be getting paid
more than all y'all, then.
That ain't my logic.
That's Rae's shit.
Yo, the hell is a
tier system anyway?
We talking about
getting paid from bars?
'Cause I'm on all the songs.
Name one hit song I'm not on.
Yo, son, I was never talking
about a tier system, son.
- Shit.
- My point remains.
Is there nine members, or
is there eight members?
Yo, check it out, son.
All this back-and-forth
shit started 'cause of me.
But you know what? I
don't give a fuck, nigga.
I'm a G-O-D. How about that?
Shit.
Yo, that little
interview you gave
got the crowd going rowdy.
You all better bring the
fucking ruckus tonight.
You on in 30.
What the fuck is going on here?
You're on in 30, all right?
Don't fuck this money up.
Bring your sorry
asses of the bus!
Oh!
- Shit.
Yo, yo, chill.
Come on, drive, drive!
Let's go. What the fuck?
Y'all really fucking lucky, son.
Hey, yo, drive. Drive.
Drive. We good. We good.
- Get out of here.
- What's up?
- This is crazy, yo.
- Hey, yo,
all things considered,
sons, we had a good show.
What the fuck you
talking about, nigga?
- We was all over the place.
- Exactly.
Wu stands for "witty
unpredictable," yo.
They ain't know
whether we was gonna
throw our hands in the air
or throw our hands
at each other.
Whether they was going
lift up their shirt
to show they Glocks
or their titties, yo.
Yo, ain't nobody
showing no titties, son.
Nah, son. You
missing it and shit.
There was some shorties
on the left and shit, son.
Had them. No, you
seeing them, right?
Word up, god. They make
'em thick in the South.
Word, yo.
Hey, yo, shit is way more fun
when it is out of control, son.
That's all I'm saying.
Your whole fucking
"Chessboxin" verse
was out of control,
brother, like, for real.
I couldn't understand a
fucking word you were saying.
'Cause he be forgetting
the words every time, son.
Every time.
That's 'cause it's not
about the words, son.
It's about the feeling.
I was feeling like you
was about to have a
heart attack onstage,
how you was spazzing out.
- Ha-ha!
About to give you CPR, son.
Yo.
I'ma show you a few things.
Get 'em with the Shaolin style.
Come on. Pay
attention, yo, okay?
♪ But you're here to stay ♪
♪ It seems I met you... ♪
♪ When my love had gone away ♪
Yo, Power, let me see that
phone real quick, son.
♪ Start each day out ♪
♪ Just by saying... ♪
Yo, Keisha.
Hold on, hold on. Calm
down. Tell me what happened.
You said what?
Yo, stop the fucking bus!
Yo, where are you going, son?
Yo, what the fuck
is going on, son?
Where the fuck you going?
- What, nigga?
What the fuck is
going on, nigga?
My son got shot, man.
Oh, shit.
Oh, sh...
Damn, son, I mean, I
can't even imagine...
Nah, nigga, you can't
imagine that shit.
Yo, just ride with
us to the next city
and catch a plane, all right?
I'm not waiting, son.
I'll hitch a ride on
a train if I have to.
Just don't do no
stupid shit, nigga.
Say what?
I'm saying don't get caught
up in that street shit.
We done with that.
Hey, yo, I'm talking to you.
Yo. Yo!
Yo, he took my gun, son.
♪ Whoa, whoa, oh ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
♪ You old gloomy sight ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
♪ Thought we'd said
goodbye last night ♪
♪ I tossed and turned ♪
♪ Until it seemed ♪
♪ That you had gone ♪
♪ But here you are ♪
♪ With the dawn ♪
♪ Oh, wish I'd forget you ♪
♪ But you're here to stay ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ It seems I met you ♪
♪ When my love had gone away ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ Start each day out ♪
♪ Just by ♪
♪ Saying to you ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
Get on the line!
Welcome to your new home.
It was nice meeting you.
- Karina. Yeah.
- Word.
We have an agreement.
Even if you living
that rap life,
you always come
home to your family.
You my Earth, you know that?
Mook?
It's John.
I want you to be
the group's manager.
We need someone like you.
Why are there eight names
listed under
recipient of shares?
I wanted to divide the company
among the other group members.
♪ And I'ma get mad
deep like a threat ♪
♪ Blow up your project ♪
What does Wu Wear bring to
the game that's any different?
Our brand is streetwear.
They taking our
demographic for granted
instead of representing them.
You missed the tour.
How's the Abbot gonna miss
the whole Wu-Tang tour?
All in together now.
Yeah.
Yo, Killa, yo, get in here.
Word.
All right, here we go.
Easy...
Su!
Yo, god, I ain't know you
was comin' on tour with us.
Yeah. RZA hit me yesterday.
How else we supposed
to do "Chessboxin'"
without the god?
No doubt. No doubt.
So you sure you're
gonna be okay?
What if I say no?
Will you get back
in the car with me?
I want to. Believe me.
You got other kids
to take care of, huh?
Well, unfortunately, they
need me more than you do.
I think she needs you the most.
Right, baby?
Watch her head, watch her head.
I'm gonna miss
you. You hear me?
I'm gonna buy you
something at...
Every stop we make.
Buy me something like what?
Toys, hats.
Whatever you want,
man, I got you.
Are you going to Disney World?
Disney World? I don't
know about all that.
If we go, I'ma get him a
Mickey Mouse or something.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
I'ma miss you.
- Hmm.
It's just for three weeks, okay?
Y'all gonna be good?
Yeah.
We'll be fine.
Oh.
In case those
headaches come back.
Nah, I should be good.
Shit ain't been
bothering me recently.
Okay.
You have fun with
your little groupies,
but don't you go catching
them feelings, okay?
Hey, yo, I ain't about
to catch nothing.
I'ma keep both my
heads protected.
Know what I mean?
You my Earth. You
know that, right?
I know.
Ghostface,
how are you feeling
about the upcoming tour?
Yeah, it's all right.
We gonna, you know, do
what we do and all that.
All right? It's whatever.
I don't trust them dudes, son.
They always try to put
your business in the street
for they little
magazines or whatever.
MTV did me straight dirty, man.
You are dirty, son.
True, true, true.
Must be hard on the family
when you go on tour.
Yeah, man, most def,
but that's what we
signed up for, you know.
Speaking of signing,
is it true that RZA made
y'all sign five-year contracts
that gives him control
over all your careers?
First of all, RZA don't
make any of us do anything.
But, you know, career-wise,
I mean, look around...
I think we doing
pretty damn well.
As for me personally...
Meth. Yo, Meth.
Yo, I'll get you when
I get back, son. Word.
After three months,
"Return to the 36
Chambers" is gold.
I thought it was hilarious,
but some people not so much.
Hit this, son.
I don't know what you're
talking about, but hit this.
- Uh...
- Look.
I'm not answering no
questions until you hit this.
Yo, yo, yo, we all good.
- I want him to have some weed.
- We all good, nigga.
- You want to hit this?
- Nah.
Su!
RZA, after, uh, two
successful solo albums,
Wu-Tang is reassembled for
this group East Coast tour,
even you.
What got you back out there?
I've, uh... I've actually
never been on a full tour
with my brothers before.
This gonna be the first time
audiences can see the
entire Wu-Tang Clan live.
10 cities in 21 days,
Philadelphia to Fort Lauderdale.
Yeah, Shaolin heads south.
I was, uh... I was raised
out there for a bit.
My grandfather, he didn't have
more than a sixth-grade
reading education.
So he had to work at a factory.
37 years, never missed a day.
But when it came time for
them to pay him his pension,
they fired his ass.
- What'd he do?
- He accepted his old job back.
See, my grandfather, he lacked
the education to dream bigger.
We're about to head south,
and it's good to see
everything he did pay off.
Shit, uh, got to go, yo.
Uh, no, I was told I
get to talk to everyone.
Word? I told your editor
you only had an hour with
us before we took off.
Oh, but I still have
questions, though.
You got questions?
I got all the answers
right here, son.
Go ahead, man.
All right, son,
hit that shit, man.
- All right.
- Whoa, man.
Yo, how long you think
he been out there, son?
I don't know, man. A minute.
Yo, he holding a tape recorder
like a Rubik's
Cube or something.
How much of that
blunt you gave him?
- Whole thing, son.
- Nah.
Why y'all niggas do that
to nigga out there, man?
You know we ain't fucking
with no reporters, son.
Damn. Y'all know I only
brought him out here
to get some promotion
for the tour, right?
He's gone.
Yo, I feel bad.
I'm gonna get him
some water, a'ight?
Damn.
He'll be all right.
We bad, son.
- Let's do this.
Hurry up, son.
Got Killa on tour with us now.
This only my first tour.
Just don't be farting
over me and shit, son.
Doing that freaky-ass shit.
Niggas just mad corny...
Always biting and shit.
Know what I mean? Oh, nah.
- You know what I mean?
- Watch your step, son.
Yo, this shit is way
bigger than the tour bus
from the last tour, son.
That's the hype right there.
Get ready for these
good feasts, son.
Just open a window, nigga.
Last time you had everybody
clothes stinking and shit.
Nah, y'all niggas gonna
smell this goodness.
Know what I mean? Word.
Yo, Killa, rule
of the tour, god.
Make sure you always sleeping
feet first, you heard?
Yeah, because if the
driver hit the brake,
you break your fucking neck.
Word. Like that
Gloria Estefan chick
when she got in that
car crash and shit.
Hey, yo, rhythm
finally guy her ass.
Yo, how this bus
already stinking, son?
All them spices cuz
got in his bag, yo.
You blaming me now?
Nigga, y'all need
to fucking stay
in your fucking
palace or something.
Know what I mean?
Hey, yo, fuck this.
Fuck this game, son. You
owe me from the last time.
Save me some weed,
man. Whatever, man.
Can't believe I'm
back on the bus, man.
Just got off tour.
U-GOD: I don't know what
you complaining for, son.
You love this shit.
All you gonna do is sit
on the fucking couch
and play video games all day.
Shit.
Yo, the fuck you
doing back there?
I'm trying to see what
bed the squeakiest,
so niggas know when I'm fucking.
Nah. Yo, chill
with all that, son.
This tour about to be wild.
Hey, yo, that journalist
is fucked up, yo.
He couldn't even drive home.
I had to order that
nigga a cab, yo.
Fucking crazy. All
right, all right.
Let's go over the rules
so we're all clear, okay?
So every dollar that we
lose in the security deposit
will get deducted directly
from your paychecks.
Nigga, what?
All right, so remember no
candles, no incense, GZA.
And no guns, son. I'm
still on probation.
I can't be getting locked up
over other niggas packing.
Yo, that's right.
- Fuck you looking at me for?
- And last but not least,
punctuality.
Be on time.
Hey, Igor, here, have this.
Use this to buy your hotel
room when we get to Philly.
Okay.
We drive now?
- No, no, no. Not now.
I gotta go out and talk to P.
Yo, one more rule, all right?
Come on, son, with the rules.
No shitting on the bus.
Hey, yo, word up.
- Word.
- I ain't doing none of that.
Yo, let's get this
shit started, huh?
Su!
- Let's get it, let's get it.
Know what I mean?
- All right, y'all.
- No, no, no, no, no.
You ride on this one.
Hey, y-yo, we got business
to talk about, right?
Yeah, I know. We can
handle it on the next stop.
Look, management bus
is for executives.
Tour bus is for artists.
What the fuck is
you talking about?
Go be an artist.
All right, little bro?
Have fun. Yo, save one for me.
All right.
Shit, y'all make some room.
Hey, baby, I'ma call you.
Can't even get a fucking...
Yo, you good?
Good. Grab a box, nigga.
Yo, there's, like, a dozen of
these boxes in the other bus.
Yo, check it. Some
new shit right here.
- Whoo!
- You know what I mean?
Yo, that shit is dope.
But come on, you really think
we can move this much merch
at all the shows?
Yo, half of it is for the show,
and the rest is for
the mom-and-pop stores
that we pass, but, yo,
this tour is gonna be
the perfect way to promote
the new Wu Wear Store
opening next month,
you know what I mean?
Uh-huh. P, you know I
love the way you think.
Grandma Dynamite, trust me,
you don't want
any parts of this.
Oh, Mook, honey, I'll be fine.
Not my first rodeo.
How many music groups you
know got eight members?
I once drove around a musician
that would sacrifice live
animals before the shows.
I can handle these boys.
- Damn.
I would've never guessed you
for an underground goth chick.
A 15-time Grammy winner.
Who?
Rule number one... what happens
on the bus stays on the bus.
Quincy?
My lips are sealed.
Clapton? Aretha?
I know she a freak.
Hey, Mook, how long
is it gonna take us to get
to Philly this time of day?
- Ooh, two hours, give or take.
- If you drive like a bitch.
Oh. [laughs] All right.
♪ I love the girl ♪
♪ But I had to cut
the bitch off ♪
♪ Yeah, the bitch died ♪
♪ I killed the bitch ♪
Hey, yo, this intro
got to be, like,
over three minutes long, son.
4 minutes 47 seconds.
Like Pryor and
Blowfly had a baby.
That's the nicest thing
anybody said to me, god.
Yo, why you turn it off?
Yo, we always just listening
to our shit at the mansion.
We on tour now. No doubt.
Y'all going to another chamber.
Word.
I mean, what should
we listen to?
Shit, something with
some Philly soul, god.
You got to get in that
Gamble and Huff chamber, son.
- Nah. Patti LaBelle.
- Nah, nah.
Patti is Gamble and Huff.
Hey, yo, fuck all that,
son. I got it right here.
Delfonics... I grew up
on this shit right here.
The record label
was like Motown.
That's my shit right there.
What y'all fellas
know about that?
♪ Many guys have come to you ♪
♪ With a line
that wasn't true ♪
♪ And you pass them by ♪
These niggas know a
couple of the lyrics.
Them ain't even the lyrics.
♪ Now, I don't wear
a diamond ring ♪
♪ I don't even... ♪
♪ And in my Yankee hat,
you could drop five beans ♪
♪ And then go back to Mama
like, "All I know is..." ♪
♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ I love you ♪
Yeah, yeah.
What y'all know about this?
What y'all know about this?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Turn
that shit down, please.
I'm trying to fucking
concentrate, nigga.
He's got to control
the music in here too.
Hey, yo, I know, I know, I know.
I'm trying to go over
this fucking set list.
Is that cool?
Do we got a choice?
All right, cool.
We gonna step out
with, uh... With Deck.
He's gonna come from behind
a black curtain by himself.
You do your verse, all right?
Then the music stops.
Silence, total silence.
Want to make the
audience feel that shit.
Then out of nowhere,
the entire Clan
bum-rushes the stage.
I know we do this shit often,
but I had to lay out the layout.
Y'all good with that?
♪ Listen to me ♪
♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Means I love you ♪
Y'all niggas stupid.
- ♪ Oh ♪
- Sing that, baby.
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.
Word.
This shit is crazy
right now, yo.
Word up. Word up.
Women is mad flavorful
out here tonight, son.
Ooh.
I like shorty right there.
I need three scoops of that.
She thick as hell, son.
Oh, shit, look, I think those
people made us food too.
Oh, nah, son. Chill
with all that.
Know what I mean?
Shit might have swine
in it and shit, kid.
You never take anything
from a fan, son.
Yo, what's that girl holding?
It's a piñata, god. Piñata?
What the fuck is she
doing with a piñata, man?
- That's what I'm saying.
- Yo. Yo, yo, yo.
Yo, Mook... Mook been
rapping with the promoter
for mad long now.
Business shit.
Yeah, but what kind of business
he got to handle right
before the fucking show?
Yo, you see that?
She's dressed in all Wu Wear.
Well, isn't that a good thing?
It should be, but
that's not our shit.
It's bootleg.
- Nigga, how can you tell?
- Easy.
We haven't made
clothes for women yet.
Come on, man.
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.
Maybe we should.
Yo, what's up, god?
Aren't we supposed
to be onstage?
Not until we get paid.
That's the rule number
one on the tour, god.
Yo, son, what's the holdup, son?
Where's my money at?
City of Brotherly Love
shows you their love.
All right, then.
So Killa in the group now?
That's how much...
he's on the album, ain't he?
Yo, god.
- Yo, double or nothing?
- I got that.
Nah, I got Deck. I
got Deck on that shit.
Ain't no way you gonna
make that shit, son.
- You got that, son.
- Word.
- Ooh, give me the money, son.
- What you talking about?
He don't even play
ball in real life, son.
This money real, though.
Hey, yo, he not opening up
for the tour. Fuck that.
Yo. Get the fuck
out of here, son.
Deck killed Philly, son.
He killed that shit.
Yo, you seeing
shorty on the side,
knew all the words to your shit?
Nah. What side? Left or right?
Stage left, son.
Stage left? What the
fuck is stage left?
Left of stage, nigga.
The left of the stage.
Know what I mean?
- What's that smell?
- Oh, shit.
Yo, somebody open
up the vents, god.
That's that same smell from
earlier... I was telling y'all.
Open the damn windows, son.
Yo, Deck, I thought we agreed
to stop fucking accepting
gifts from fans and shit.
Don't be hating
'cause he got fans.
Whatever, nigga.
Oh, shit. Yo, it's
full of blunts.
I think I found a
different kind of smell.
Yo, the weed is the
best air freshener.
Bet y'all niggas gonna be
accepting shit from fans now.
♪ Without a sail ♪
♪ Just like a ship ♪
It's mad early,
son. Come on, yo.
♪ Without a sail ♪
♪ But don't worry ♪
♪ I know ♪
Yo, shut the fuck up, son.
♪ I know, I know ♪
Stupid, son.
Nah, Dirty. Sit your ass down.
Play the game or
something, nigga.
Ready to lose some money?
Word.
I love Virginia Beach, son.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, it's all right.
It's all right.
Nah, son. This
shit paradise, son.
Word. It's exactly the
locale I want to record at.
Yeah, I just don't
really fuck with
the sand and all that.
Imagine that shit... waking up
to the sound of waves and shit,
mad tranquil and shit.
- Mm-hmm.
- Know what I mean?
Come on, yo.
That's the frequency,
that... that, uh...
that Wu shit.
Hold on.
Hey, yo, that's... that's hair?
Nah, why I got thread
in my shit, son?
Nah, son.
Which one of y'all niggas
was using my grill, son?
What with the
fucking grill, son?
Igor, come in.
They want to make a pit stop.
Next exit.
Booked you a hotel room
so you can shower and shit.
Be back in one hour.
I ain't going after Dirty.
Word.
- Should roll dice, son.
- Yeah, word, word.
Let's roll dice on
it and all that.
Yo yo, yo, yo, yo.
I know for a fact
Power's not sharing a room
with those guys, so...
Well, this, uh, room
is for management...
Usually.
- Thanks, brother.
- Mm-hmm.
♪ I smoke on the mic like
"Smokin' Joe" Frazier ♪
♪ The hell raiser, raisin'
hell with the flavor ♪
♪ Terrorize the jam like
troops in Pakistan ♪
♪ Swingin' through your town ♪
♪ Like your neighborhood
Spider-Man ♪
Whoo, this show is
gonna be live tonight.
Word. U-GOD: Word, son.
Hopefully Meth don't hog the mic
and talk for two
minutes like last show.
Yo, yo. So Virginia
Beach thanks you.
Hey, Killa.
- Yo.
Whoo!
Yo, Bobby, can you give
this to Spencer, please?
- Right here, right here.
- I got a toss it.
U-ee, Rae.
Boom.
- Yeah.
Can you give this to Meth?
All right, y'all,
have a good show.
Hey, yo, bring me the dice, son.
You know I don't be gambling
before the show, son.
All right, play me in chess
then, nigga. What the fuck?
All these shorties in
here, you want to play...
Gamble and play chess?
Nah, son. I feel that shit
burning down there, son.
I'm cool on that right now, son.
Shit, if you feeling that way,
you might as well burn
some of that paper, god.
Come on, son, $100 a show.
Let me get some of that.
This what you always
do at a party?
Sulk in the corner?
Karina, what up, baby?
Can't believe I'm seeing you.
What you doing here?
I'm shooting a video.
- Oh, word?
- Yeah.
And you heard Wu
was in town, huh?
Yeah, you know, my
friends are fans.
What about you?
I just came for the free drinks.
What's wrong?
You got another headache?
No, I'm good now...
thanks to you and your
temple rub and all that.
Hey, yo, I love
Virginia Beach, word.
Yeah, me too.
Want to go out and
walk around and shit?
Yeah.
All right, come on.
Ratted him out real quick.
Sit down.
- Tony Bennett?
- Nope.
Uh, do I know you?
No, but I know you.
We spotted you at three
different Wu shows.
Am I in some kind of trouble?
Depends.
You made that?
- Please don't hurt me.
- How would you punish a thief?
Oh, fuck.
And we saw the same
one at the Philly show
and the Baltimore one
too. What's up with that?
Look, I'm really sorry.
I don't want a fucking
apology, nigga.
I ain't got time for that.
Tell me how you do it.
Do what?
You sell these for 10
bucks a pop, right?
What's the hustle?
Me and my friends
bought a press.
We make all the
shirts ourselves.
- And how you move the product?
- My uncle's a truck driver.
He delivers 'em for free.
- How many stops?
- 27.
27.
Y'all niggas get around, huh?
So who they? Your
little homeys and shit?
- There's a chat board.
- What the fuck is that?
It's a place where
people talk online.
Look, we're really big fans...
- Shut up.
- Okay.
You been stealing money out
of my fucking pocket, nigga.
That's the problem.
It won't happen again.
Oh, I know it ain't
gonna happen again.
You know better than that.
What are you gonna do to me?
I'ma offer you a job.
What if I supplied you
with the real shit?
You know what I mean?
And, you know, I
break your uncle off
with a little
something-something too.
Are you for real?
We got a deal?
Yeah, absolutely.
Does this mean I'm part
of the Wu-Tang Clan?
- Fuck, no.
- Okay.
Fuck out of here.
Look, take that.
Yo, when tonight's
matchup come up,
hit any button seven times.
Then you gonna press
and hold B, C, and up.
Nigga, that works?
You'll be on fire
the whole game, son.
That's my word.
Oh, we makin' some
money today, baby.
Yo, that smell,
son... it's Igor.
Hey, yo. You supposed to be
sleeping in the hotel room
when we stop overnight.
'Vine gives you money.
Man, he pocketing that money
and sleeping on the
bus with his stank ass.
Fuck you. Fuck you,
too, motherfucker.
Yo, son, what the fuck
is on my grill, son?
You got some fucking...
Yo, what the fuck?
Fuck you too.
Okay.
All right.
You know, I took this job
so I wouldn't have to
drive no bus no more.
It's funny how things
come full circle, right?
Like the wheels on a bus.
Yeah. So you know how
you got Mercury, right?
She the one that's closest
to the sun and all that,
always around and shit.
Mars is like,
you know, the one
you got to go visit.
Venus is mad hot.
That's you.
Then you got your Earth.
That's who you build a
life with and all that.
She like the
matriarch, for real.
That's your girl back home.
Yeah, Shurrie.
She...
I already...
learned about the
solar system in school.
All right.
If you're trying to get
out the house, my mom says
that you're welcome to...
She's just trying to help, Nia.
What do you want me to say?
Okay, look, no, no,
we got to hit the road
if we're gonna make it to
the show on time, okay?
So, look, Nia, I'm
gonna call you later.
Yeah, I-I love you too.
Every time I'm away,
it's the same drama.
It's always some shit.
What's going on with you?
There's this one shorty.
She been with us, uh,
for a few stops now.
You know what I'm
saying? With Ghost.
I know it's hard, but you
have to leave this be, Bobby.
Yo...
did you know about this?
Well, you know, not
exactly this one, but...
look, Ghost and our sister,
they have an arrangement, okay?
And Shurrie is cool
with this shit?
"Cool" isn't the
word I would use,
but our sister is not stupid.
Why the fuck would
she talk to you
about this shit and not me?
I don't know, nigga,
maybe 'cause she knew
you'd react the way that
you reacting right now.
Hey, look, I don't
give a fuck, all right?
This is our little sister, yo.
I hear you, but look,
Bobby, we don't know, right?
What happens behind closed
doors is their business.
Look, the whole reason
they didn't tell us
about their shit
in the first place
is because they knew we'd
be sticking our noses in it.
Bobby, you control the music.
You cannot control
their personal lives.
I mean, I learned that shit
the hard way on the last tour.
Shit. Whatever.
Yo, I'm not getting
on that bus, yo.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
no, no, no, no, no.
I told you the executive
bus is for management.
The tour bus,
that's for artists.
- Yeah, I'm both, remember?
- But that's the problem.
Right now you are a
rapper on a group tour.
Stop acting like
one of the suits
trying to control everything.
Bobby, it's only
a matter of time
before they start to
resent you for it.
Let me be the one
that they hate.
Okay?
♪ Like a stink bomb ♪
♪ Boom! Blowin' up niggas
mad bigger than the trigger ♪
♪ So you better
run for cover ♪
♪ Niggas better loosen
they ass, felt the glass ♪
♪ A 40-ounce bottle, yo,
yo, yo, money, yo, pass ♪
♪ Whoo-whoo-whoo,
I swear to lives ♪
♪ Is he gonna live,
Doc? No the nigga died ♪
♪ The maximum of
MCs are populating ♪
♪ The minimum of those
MCs are dominating... ♪
Yo, they must have been
cooking for days, son.
That's love, son.
These people thought
about everything, son.
She was even talking some shit
about vegan marshmallows
and all that.
- "Vegan marshmallows"?
- Yeah. Shit crazy.
They got chicken right here.
They ain't got no
other options, bro?
Hey, yo. What's the holdup?
I'm saying, I'm hungry as hell.
Shit smell mad good.
What's taking y'all
niggas so long?
Yeah, all right. You
see that right there.
What you eating? You
ain't eating nothing?
Yo, nigga, shut
the fuck up, nigga.
Matter of fact, move over here.
All right.
He said I can't talk that.
I can't blame you now.
Damn, Rae, you gonna save
some for the rest of us?
Fat ass.
Bro, niggas be getting
wild disrespectful.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
it ain't worth going
to war over, god.
Hey, yo. Yo.
I just got us three radio
interviews for tomorrow.
Three? Yeah, nigga.
We don't even get three
interviews in New York, son.
- I know, right?
- That's peace.
So, uh, with that,
we're gonna have to
divide and conquer.
So it's gonna be
me, Deck, and Dirty.
GZA, you're gonna be with
Rae and Ghost and Killa.
And that leaves U-God
and Meth, all right?
Cars get here at 6:30 sharp.
Yo, you putting me with
Meth, nigga? With Meth?
- Yeah.
- Why?
Yo, we all gotta do
promo, all right?
Fuck that, nigga. You know
all this nigga do is talk.
You should ask us
about this shit.
It's already decided, all right?
I'ma watch you
in your little video
when it drop, right?
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
All right. This was fun.
Yeah, no doubt.
I'ma see you in New York or...
Yeah, of course.
Am I gonna see you?
Yeah.
You my Venus. I told you that.
Just remember I told you that.
Right. Right.
All right, well, be safe.
All right. Later.
Hey, yo.
I've been peeping you after,
like, every show, a'ight?
What? You squeezing the
promoters off on the side?
That's what you doing?
You say something?
Hey, don't fucking play
with me, son, come on.
Why wouldn't I
ask for more money
if they selling extra tickets?
Yeah, but what you doing?
You holding us hostage?
Like we not gonna
go to the stage
unless you get more
CREAM... That's what it is?
They always seem to
come up with the money.
Yeah, but is Wu
seeing any of it?
There is no money unless I
go and get it, all right?
It's not coming
out of your pocket
or anybody else's either.
You the scheming-ass
motherfucker from before.
All fucking day. Don't
you ever forget about it.
And you can thank my scheming
ways for that Jesus piece.
We all gotta eat.
Yo, it ain't even like...
It ain't even like
I'm mad at the hustle.
Know what I mean? I
just don't like niggas
trying to do shit and
be slick about it.
Doing shit without you
knowing and shit like that.
You know what I'm saying?
I'm not asking your permission
for some shit that directly
affects your pockets, son.
Word. Word.
You know what I'm saying, son?
Yeah. Nah, I feel you.
We'll talk about
this shit tomorrow.
Yeah, son.
We're sitting here with
the one and only Method Man
of the Wu-Tang clan
live in studio.
Welcome to
Charleston, Mr. Meth.
Why didn't you go
with the others?
What's the use?
Meth sit there and suck up
all the fucking
oxygen out the room.
Nobody else can get a word
in edgewise when he around.
Well, you know,
there's a bunch of
talented artists this year.
You think you could take me
somewhere with a gift shop,
somewhere down there?
I think I'm gonna get
something for my little man.
Please?
I can't move this bus an inch
without the okay
from management.
Come on, Grandma, I'm just
going down the street.
Rules are rules.
Fuck the rules.
This some bullshit, man.
Check this shit out.
Grandma D, where RZA at?
Yo, what's wrong?
U-God shit on the bus!
Oh, goddamn.
Oh, it's worse than when
Frampton sacrificed the rabbit.
Are you serious?
Oh! You almost had me there.
- Yo, what's good?
- We got bigger problems, cuz.
Yo, look, the journalist's
article came out, yo.
It's some bullshit.
Yo, what the fuck?
"The RZA blames the lack of
decent education in the South
for his grandfather's troubles"?
"A proper education
isn't an op..."
Yo, I didn't even fucking
say this shit, yo.
Yo, this motherfucker switched
up my fucking words, yo.
I told you not to
fuck with him, yo.
Yo, what the fuck?
What the fuck?
Yo, all I told the man
was Grandpa's story.
I wasn't shitting
on the South...
at all.
I know.
But that's the thing
with reporters, god.
You can't always
control what they write.
You think it's about coincidence
that this shit comes out
right when we about to hit
the Southern leg of our tour?
Don't believe in coincidences.
Beef sells.
Yeah.
It's the chef right now.
It's the chef!
It's the chef, son!
Nah, nah, nigga. You
know I like all of that.
I like all of that.
Hold on. Hold on.
- Run that shit back, son.
That's what I been saying, cuz.
Double up!
- Now you talking crazy, son.
Yo, yo, yo, get in on this,
man. Get your money out, son.
- This is all I got.
- You got 30 minutes.
Come on, I don't want to
hear that righteous shit.
Come on, have some fun.
- Yo, who the shooter, god?
You the shooter.
Take this shit.
I put the whole
show on this shit.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
- Sixes. Sixes.
- Sixes?
He said sixes. Nah. Nah.
No way in hell, son. No
way in hell, son. No way.
- Oh!
- I'm back, baby.
That's my shit.
That's my CREAM.
That's my CREAM.
I can't hear you, Rae.
I can't hear you, Rae.
Gets nothing, son.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
This, uh...
this local paper
picked up on the story.
Think it's gonna be a problem?
I don't know.
Shit, maybe.
Word.
What's good with you?
Son, when did Killa
become an official
member of the Clan, son?
I thought there was eight
members of the group.
Well, who said
anything about him
being a member of the group?
We breaking him off like
he part of the group, son.
There's nine equal
stacks every time.
Killa my man. He can
roll up. He can drink.
He can do whatever
he want to do, son.
I'm cool.
But when it come to my money,
you gonna have to
talk to me first, son.
We all doing equal work, right?
Equal? Word. Word. Equal.
So why you got the
whole back area, son?
Know what I mean? Why
not Meth? Why not Dirty?
Why you make all the
decisions, son? Equal?
Hey.
All right.
How about this?
Let's take this to the guys.
Let's see what they
got to say, huh?
- Let's talk to 'em.
- Yeah, let's talk to 'em.
Charleston thanks you.
Ooh-whee! Hey, yo.
That's what I'm talking about.
Hey, yo, watch out.
Yo, uhm don't touch that.
We got to... we got to talk.
Don't touch what?
So, uh, we need to discuss
how this money's
gonna be split up.
If anyone has a problem,
say that shit now.
Hey, RZA, what's the issue?
Oh, uh, ask Rae.
My problem is simple.
We cutting the cake
nine ways, right?
Last I checked, there was
eight members in this crew.
- Wow.
- No disrespect and all that,
but it's a little unclear
who's in the group.
So I think if Killa's
traveling with us,
he should get paid.
You know what I'm saying?
But that's just me.
I mean, the same
amount, though, son?
Killa's only on one song.
U-God's only on two songs.
He's in the group, isn't he?
For sure.
I mean, now that
you bring that up...
Oh, okay, so it's
like that, son?
It's like that?
I'm just saying.
You know what I mean?
- Stepped into some shit now.
Yo, yo, yo. We all
equal, god. Word.
But you got a gold album.
Know what I'm saying?
Meth about to go double
platinum any day now, son.
Don't bring me in
this shit, son.
I'm saying, shouldn't
they get more?
They bring in the crowd.
The fans are coming
here to see them.
So you talking about
a tier system, god.
RZA, you good with that?
- Nah, nigga.
Yo, look, I be doing a lot
for y'all, all right? So...
Right, a lot.
We signed that contract
and everything,
gave you control and shit,
but we ain't give you
control of our food.
All right.
So maybe, uh, we
handle this as a group.
Who's in the group?
'Cause we keep coming
back to the main question.
Should we roll for it?
Hey, yo, stop playing. nigga.
Yo, stop telling
me what to do, son.
Yo, this whole conversation
is stupid, son,
Yeah, of course you
don't give a fuck, nigga.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means you got other
ways to make money, right?
So what? What's stopping
you from doing the same?
Even Mook out here
getting money.
So what? You knew
about that shit?
Whoa, whoa, all y'all know
about Mook taking our shit, son?
Shit crazy.
Hey, yo, y'all bugging
the fuck out, for real.
But, you know, I don't got...
I don't got a solo album yet,
so I'm chilling.
Go make one, son. Fuck
you talking to me for?
With what fucking beats?
RZA did your whole
album and yours too.
You can get beats
from anywhere, son.
Rest of us just stuck
here waiting around.
They got record deals
with release dates.
Of course I'm
handling them first.
Why don't I have a deal, then?
Yo, can we just smoke some
weed and move the fuck on?
This nigga's always
fucking talking, son.
Yo, you coming at me?
Yeah, you don't care
'cause you know you good.
Shit, maybe I should
get paid more,
just to listen to your bullshit.
Nigga, I was the only one
with an album before Wu.
- So?
- And?
Seniority trumps, right?
Hmm.
Look, that's not
what I'm saying, god.
What I'm saying is
with y'all logic,
I should be getting paid
more than all y'all, then.
That ain't my logic.
That's Rae's shit.
Yo, the hell is a
tier system anyway?
We talking about
getting paid from bars?
'Cause I'm on all the songs.
Name one hit song I'm not on.
Yo, son, I was never talking
about a tier system, son.
- Shit.
- My point remains.
Is there nine members, or
is there eight members?
Yo, check it out, son.
All this back-and-forth
shit started 'cause of me.
But you know what? I
don't give a fuck, nigga.
I'm a G-O-D. How about that?
Shit.
Yo, that little
interview you gave
got the crowd going rowdy.
You all better bring the
fucking ruckus tonight.
You on in 30.
What the fuck is going on here?
You're on in 30, all right?
Don't fuck this money up.
Bring your sorry
asses of the bus!
Oh!
- Shit.
Yo, yo, chill.
Come on, drive, drive!
Let's go. What the fuck?
Y'all really fucking lucky, son.
Hey, yo, drive. Drive.
Drive. We good. We good.
- Get out of here.
- What's up?
- This is crazy, yo.
- Hey, yo,
all things considered,
sons, we had a good show.
What the fuck you
talking about, nigga?
- We was all over the place.
- Exactly.
Wu stands for "witty
unpredictable," yo.
They ain't know
whether we was gonna
throw our hands in the air
or throw our hands
at each other.
Whether they was going
lift up their shirt
to show they Glocks
or their titties, yo.
Yo, ain't nobody
showing no titties, son.
Nah, son. You
missing it and shit.
There was some shorties
on the left and shit, son.
Had them. No, you
seeing them, right?
Word up, god. They make
'em thick in the South.
Word, yo.
Hey, yo, shit is way more fun
when it is out of control, son.
That's all I'm saying.
Your whole fucking
"Chessboxin" verse
was out of control,
brother, like, for real.
I couldn't understand a
fucking word you were saying.
'Cause he be forgetting
the words every time, son.
Every time.
That's 'cause it's not
about the words, son.
It's about the feeling.
I was feeling like you
was about to have a
heart attack onstage,
how you was spazzing out.
- Ha-ha!
About to give you CPR, son.
Yo.
I'ma show you a few things.
Get 'em with the Shaolin style.
Come on. Pay
attention, yo, okay?
♪ But you're here to stay ♪
♪ It seems I met you... ♪
♪ When my love had gone away ♪
Yo, Power, let me see that
phone real quick, son.
♪ Start each day out ♪
♪ Just by saying... ♪
Yo, Keisha.
Hold on, hold on. Calm
down. Tell me what happened.
You said what?
Yo, stop the fucking bus!
Yo, where are you going, son?
Yo, what the fuck
is going on, son?
Where the fuck you going?
- What, nigga?
What the fuck is
going on, nigga?
My son got shot, man.
Oh, shit.
Oh, sh...
Damn, son, I mean, I
can't even imagine...
Nah, nigga, you can't
imagine that shit.
Yo, just ride with
us to the next city
and catch a plane, all right?
I'm not waiting, son.
I'll hitch a ride on
a train if I have to.
Just don't do no
stupid shit, nigga.
Say what?
I'm saying don't get caught
up in that street shit.
We done with that.
Hey, yo, I'm talking to you.
Yo. Yo!
Yo, he took my gun, son.
♪ Whoa, whoa, oh ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
♪ You old gloomy sight ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
♪ Thought we'd said
goodbye last night ♪
♪ I tossed and turned ♪
♪ Until it seemed ♪
♪ That you had gone ♪
♪ But here you are ♪
♪ With the dawn ♪
♪ Oh, wish I'd forget you ♪
♪ But you're here to stay ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ It seems I met you ♪
♪ When my love had gone away ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ Start each day out ♪
♪ Just by ♪
♪ Saying to you ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
Get on the line!