Wu-Tang: An American Saga (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Criminology - full transcript
Raekwon's inspiration behind his first solo album, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, is examined through the lens of '90s gangster cinema.
Every time I wake up, I'm
asking myself, "Who am I?"
You Raekwon the Chef, god.
How 'bout we turn on
a flick or something?
You know, that always
get my mind goin'.
Staten Island was
like a haven and shit
for the mob back then.
But now we the new family
putting all for the island.
That's who you are,
the Tony Montana of the streets.
Mm.
Ain't no competition, baby.
Of course it's competition.
You're going to be out
as a solo artist now.
When people go to the
store, they have to decide,
"Am I gonna buy Raekwon's
album or someone else's?"
Yo, how the fuck we
supposed to do a album
when... when... With the
loud-ass bird chirping
and... and this nigga
fuckin' all the time?
I got the perfect solution:
Belize.
Do this whole fuckin'
album out there, son.
Yo, son, we should have
brought some Bajan honeys
out here on the boat with us.
Yo, what the fuck is Bajan?
Yo, son, we've been here a week,
and you don't know
what Bajan is, son?
I mean, yo, you
ain't learned shit.
Yo, what I learned was them
racist mo'fuckers at the hotel
be treatin' the staff
like fuckin' garbage,
son, like trash, son.
Word.
It might be time to
go back to the city.
I've barely even wrote anything.
This trip was supposed
to be inspirational.
Know what I mean?
Yo, you feel this
fuckin' breeze?
The sun, the fuckin'... We
on the water and all that.
This is inspiration, god.
Yeah, yeah, I'm trying
to give New York
what it's fiending for.
From the streets to the bank.
Can't keep doin' the same shit.
Can't think like we stagnated.
We gotta keep
movin' forward, son.
Know what I mean? Gotta
keep your head up.
God gotta... gotta evolve,
gotta... gotta grow.
Know what I mean?
Take 'em on a journey of this
crime shit, mafioso style.
Lex Diamond.
Why me?
You're running things now,
calling shots?
That purple shit you
put on the street
really fucked things up.
Put you on top of the game.
But you got too big too quickly.
I've been in this
game for years,
and there's rules to this shit.
Some niggas don't
play by the rules.
There's always some
new up-and-coming nigga
whose name you don't
know until you do.
You know, when I got out
after I did my last trip,
I went straight uptown.
Went up to Smooth Sal's.
Got me a three-piece suit.
What you gonna do?
I got some business to
handle with my crew.
Yeah, I've been there too.
That's how I ended up on
my second trip up north.
Know what I mean?
It's what I'm built for.
Know what I mean?
It's all I know.
I'm just a soldier
headed for war.
Mm. Word.
How Steels doin'?
We find out who hit us?
Nah, not yet.
Hey, yo. Hey, yo, excuse me.
Yo, who the fuck was that, son?
I don't know,
son. I don't know.
Excuse me, you see a
guy come from this area?
He just left as I walked in.
Listen, we need somebody
on his room 24/7.
Know what I mean?
How's he doin'?
Mr. Steels' neurological
reflexes are good,
but there's still swelling
around his brainstem.
Mr. Steels needs his rest.
I'ma wait outside.
You're home.
Not exactly the
reunion I wanted.
How you doin', man?
I've been better.
Listen.
I need you to step up
and handle business.
Take control of all
the pieces on the board
and think moves ahead.
You feel me?
You know I ain't ever been one
for that... that...
That chess shit, son.
I'm... I'm more of a...
"deal with what's right in
front of me" type of nigga.
Know what I mean?
Oh, it's gotta be
more than that.
You been a rook
for too long, kid.
That's not your role.
These guys, they're gonna
be looking for leadership.
Lead.
I got you.
♪ Ma, throw down some money ♪
♪ The ice cream man is coming ♪
♪ Watch these rap niggas
get all up in your guts ♪
♪ French vanilla, butter
pecan, chocolate deluxe ♪
♪ Even caramel sundaes
is getting touched ♪
♪ And scooped in my ice
cream truck, Wu tears it up ♪
♪ Yo, honey dip,
summertime fine ♪
♪ Jheri dripping, seen
you on Pitkins... ♪
Oh, yeah, we have
a special guest.
What up? What up, man?
My man Lex Diamond
is back home and in the house.
Give it up, y'all.
All right, we got a new lady.
Show some love to Caramel Swirl.
♪ Attitude is very rude, boo ♪
♪ Crabby like seafood ♪
♪ It turns me on like
Vine's Cee Allah Rule ♪
♪ They call me Starky Love,
hon, check the strategy ♪
♪ By any means,
Shirley Temple curls ♪
♪ Was done by Billie Jeans... ♪
Shoo! Yo, look, look.
There he is.
Look like you lost a couple
pounds in there, son.
What's good, son?
Yeah, must've also
hit them weights too.
- What's good?
- Hey, yo, this is Noodles.
He wasn't with us
when you went in, son.
To meet you, Lex. Heard a lot.
- Word.
- Yo, before I forget,
gotta keep it with the
fly shit now that you out.
Dyed these shits myself.
Tony Stark's
exclusive right there.
Right here... it's what
I like right here. Word.
It's right there. You
know what I'm sayin'?
Word. Dude, yeah.
Aight.
Word.
So what we know?
What we doin' about it?
Ooh, so...
So Steels is in a hospital bed,
and y'all niggas
is here doing what?
We been out there
talkin', nigga,
but the streets
ain't talkin' back.
The fuck you want
us to do? Yo, look,
it ain't the same out
there since you left.
There's more
competition out there.
We gotta focus on our corner
and what we put out there.
What competition?
- Yo, these new silver tops.
They floodin' the
market right now.
It's what the fiends want.
Then what we gonna do about it?
'Cause not only did we get hit,
these mo'fuckers,
they stealin' our
customers too, son?
Lex, what the fuck
you want us to do?
Go to war? And with who?
We don't even know where these
mo'fuckers is coming from.
We have to do somethin'.
Who the fuck put you in charge?
I ain't say I was in charge.
Yo, yo, yo, chill out, aight?
Chill out. Take
a breath. Relax.
Relax? Y'all niggas been
relaxin' the whole time!
Take a breath.
- Take a breath?
Y'all niggas is
relaxing taking breaths.
I know what you
need. Go ahead.
Shit, son.
Meet Mocha and Cookie, aight?
Mo'fucker got some
tension and all that,
that need some releasing, aight?
You could help him out?
Today's Saturday.
Enjoy your Sunday.
We get to work on Monday, aight?
♪ When I get a bitch,
I got a bitch ♪
♪ Right on, word up ♪
♪ Got motherfuckin'
brother wise ♪
♪ You know what I'm saying? ♪
♪ Teaching the uncivilized ♪
♪ Yeah, runnin' the streets,
you know it's deep ♪
♪ Word up, check his
technique, yeah ♪
♪ I be Ghostface, flippin'
the marvelous track ♪
♪ Yeah, you know the steelo ♪
He looks determined
without being ruthless.
Something heroic in his manner.
There's a courage about it.
Doesn't look like a killer.
Comes across so calm.
Acts like he has a
dream, full of passion.
You don't trust me, huh?
Well, you know why.
I do.
We're not supposed
to trust anyone
in our profession, anyway.
♪ Knock niggas out
the box all the time ♪
♪ Niggas know my
motherfuckin' repertoire ♪
♪ Big ones ♪
♪ Yeah, motherfucker ♪
♪ Straight up ♪
♪ I'll fuck your whole team
up, take care of B.I., Chef ♪
♪ Yeah, bust it, yo,
yo, fly G.I. niggas ♪
♪ Now, yo, yo, what up,
yo? Time is runnin' out ♪
♪ It's for real, though, let's
connect, politic, ditto ♪
♪ We could trade places, get
lifted in the staircases ♪
♪ Word up, peace,
incarcerated scarfaces ♪
♪ Thug-related style
attract millions, fans ♪
♪ They understand my plan ♪
♪ Who's the kid up
in the green land? ♪
♪ Me and the RZA connect,
blow a fuse, you lose ♪
♪ Half-ass crews get
demolished and bruised ♪
♪ Fake be fronting ♪
♪ Hourglass-heads
niggas be wanting ♪
♪ Shutting down your
slot, time for pumping ♪
♪ Poisonous sting, which
thumps up and act chumps ♪
♪ Rae's a heavy generator ♪
♪ But yo, guess who's
the Black Trump ♪
♪ Dough be flowing by the
hours Wu, we got the collars ♪
♪ Scholars, word life, peace
to Power and my whole unit ♪
♪ Word up, quick to
set it, don't wet it ♪
♪ Real niggas lick shots,
peace Connecticut ♪
♪ Now, yo, yo, what up,
yo? Time is runnin' out ♪
♪ It's for real, though, let's
connect, politic, ditto ♪
♪ We could trade places, get
lifted in the staircases ♪
Got any money?
No.
Okay.
Yo, come on, son. Watch out.
It's the game me and
Steels was playin'.
Hey, yo, you got
Rollie by Steels' door?
Yeah. We swapped shifts.
Yo, I know those
girls turned you out.
Hey, yo, you not gonna
say thank you, nigga?
Where you been at, man?
I heard it's been real
soggy in these streets, son.
When you got competition
gunnin' for you,
you can do two things.
One, eliminate the competition.
Hell yeah. Been
waitin' to get back
at these mo'fuckers,
right, niggas?
Word.
Or two, put out better product.
That's what we gonna do,
put out better product.
Fuck them red tops.
Fuck them blue tops.
Fuck them silver
tops too, nigga.
We're going with purple tops.
I gave y'all a... a
recipe when I went in.
I'm out.
It's time to cook some new shit.
This shit right here, son...
that shit 'bout to
put us back on top.
Yeah, but that don't
mean fiends gonna cop
just 'cause the
shit look different.
We gonna reup. We
gonna scale up.
We gonna flood the
market. Know what I mean?
Sell cheap, get
the fiends hooked.
Trust me, nigga, these
fiends taste this shit,
they not gonna
want nothing else.
Go get this shit on the street.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, let me
talk to you real quick.
I don't know you that well.
We short on manpower, so you
gonna have to pull your weight.
That's what I do.
I mean, but we gonna need
a bigger kitchen, though,
if you're really
trying to scale up.
Restaurant next door
just closed down.
Shit could be convenient.
Maybe I can get them to sell.
Yeah. Yeah, aight.
See what you find out.
Peace.
♪ Original
bloodclat bad boys ♪
♪ Who come to get you,
none, they want guns ♪
♪ I be the first to set
off shit, last to run ♪
♪ Wu roll together as one ♪
♪ I call my brother son 'cause
he shine like one, check it ♪
♪ This goes for
niggas who know ♪
♪ Wu will grow like
yayo, lay low ♪
♪ Plus cooling in Barbados ♪
♪ Ricans be giving me
much shit to touch shit ♪
♪ Stay cool, papa, seen
you with enough shit ♪
♪ Back at the lab-a,
crack's bagged up ♪
♪ Your niggas act up, what? ♪
♪ Blow up they workers
if they have to ♪
♪ Señoritas fucking up a
storm, buyin' gods margaritas ♪
♪ Sucking his dick
up in the whip long ♪
♪ Designed for rhyme crime,
nigga, jail time jiggas ♪
♪ Them niggas up in hype
Vigors lighting niggas ♪
♪ Silks Wally, wear a
Figaro chain, yeah ♪
♪ Jakes beware of Black
rap millionaires ♪
♪ Rock Airs, leather goose,
bears blowing this year ♪
Nah, I'm good.
Looking for them purple tops.
♪ Wu roll together as one ♪
♪ I call my brother son
'cause he shine like one ♪
♪ Solid gold crown is shining ♪
♪ We're blinding
like some diamonds ♪
♪ I'm reclining in the sky on
a cloud with silver linings ♪
♪ Double-breasted, bulletproof
vested, well protected ♪
♪ The heart, the ribcage,
the chest, and solar plexus ♪
♪ Casting stones, cracking
two hundred and six bones ♪
♪ And watch your
ass get thrown ♪
♪ To a sea of fire
and brimstone ♪
♪ How dare you approach
it with them poems? ♪
♪ The overfiend, light
nova beam gleam ♪
♪ Show 'em what
a soldier mean ♪
♪ The grand exquisite
imperial wizard or is it ♪
♪ The RZArector come to
pay your ass a visit? ♪
♪ Local biochemical, universal
giant, the Black general ♪
♪ Licking shots at Davy
Crockett on the bicentennial ♪
♪ Happy millennium
two thousand ♪
♪ Microchips, two
shots of penicillin ♪
♪ Goes up your adrenaline,
son, it's time for bouting ♪
♪ It's a model
you're resembling ♪
♪ The niggas who
like following ♪
♪ Trapped inside
your projects ♪
♪ Like a genie inside
the bottle and ♪
♪ God stepping forth ♪
♪ Upon holy ground
of the track ♪
♪ It's the sound that
surrounds and hurts me ♪
♪ Like I'm under attack ♪
♪ So I decided to
bite down on the mic ♪
♪ So the pain of the track... ♪
Salut.
♪ Won't deny the fact
that I'm the master ♪
♪ For what lurks is
an expert that hurts ♪
Yo, cap, when you get home, son?
- Oh, just this week.
- You mean? Aight.
- This your joint?
- Yeah.
Not technically, but yeah.
It's all in the family.
What you got goin'?
My uncle got me a job
as a security guard,
working a graveyard
shift and shit, nigga.
You know how that go.
What, you trying to
do something more?
I could use somebody
like you, son.
I appreciate that.
You know I do.
Gotta keep my nose
clean for right now.
Man, aight, it's all good.
Hey, yo, sweetheart. Come
here. Get my man a drink.
- Word.
- Anything he need, actually.
Just take care of him,
aight? All right, boy.
Damn.
You have not wasted any time
since you've gotten
home, have you?
Detective Greco.
So you're running
things now, huh?
Calling shots?
It ain't even like that, son.
- It ain't even like that?
- Nah, son.
Minding my business, son.
- Okay.
Minding your business, yee!
Hey, you know that, uh,
that restaurant next door,
I hear the kitchen is dirty.
I don't know, maybe
a health inspector
should go and take a look.
Whoo.
Relax, Lex.
I'm not here to
arrest you again.
I mean, not yet at least.
See, what you gotta understand
is I am the least
of your problems.
The least.
You know, you... you... You
come home, you sweep in.
You take over the streets
as quick as you did.
You don't think that puts a
bigger target on your back?
We don't need protection.
Everybody needs protection.
Come on.
What's the number?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe 50 Gs a week...
for now.
Booyah!
Who hit Steels?
Now, what would you do
with all that information,
except spill more blood?
Now, drugs, we can abide.
Homicide's gonna
get you locked up.
But you already know
that, don't you?
I ain't kill nobody, son.
Sure, you didn't.
You're a good leader, Lex.
Bobby would be really proud.
Welcome home.
Hey, Tony, Lex is here.
Blue, how you doin'?
I ain't know which one, so...
- Hmm. Let's open both.
- Yeah.
Let's get you a
home-cooked meal.
You'll be a good
influence for Tony.
The rematch is set for
October 9th, Vegas MGM Grand.
We should go.
- Let's do it.
I thought you were too
busy to leave the city.
Here we fuckin' go.
I wanted to go on vacation.
You said you was busy.
I am busy.
Them earrings you got,
this crib, how you think I
can afford all that fly shit?
Not by working.
That's for damn sure.
The fuck you know about work?
More than you.
Yeah, you spend your days
in the fuckin' strip club.
I cooked this food
you're eatin'.
Mm-hmm.
Lex cooks the crack you sellin'.
What do that leave
you to do? Hmm?
Oh, yeah, look for any
excuse to bust your gun.
You ever wonder what
your life would be like
if you didn't take the
rap for his sorry ass?
If he went away instead of you?
Maybe you should take
her on vacation, son.
Man, fuck all that.
She'll be aight.
Greco stopped by the club today.
Shakedown, talkin'
'bout 50 Gs a week.
Hey, don't tell me
you paid this nigga.
The fuck was I supposed to do?
Know what I mean?
It's the cost of doin' business.
Small tax for what
we bring in a week.
Yeah, but Steels ain't
never pay no fuckin' cops.
I'm not fuckin' Steels, nigga.
I'm here doin' the best I can
until this nigga get back.
And if Steels did pay the cops,
maybe he wouldn't even be
in the fuckin' hospital.
Yeah, well, maybe if we
hit back at every corner
in the city like I've
been fuckin' sayin',
they'd know not to
fuck with our family.
Yo, we'll talk later about
that vacation, aight?
You know I love you, right?
I love you too.
Oh, shit! Get down! Ah!
Ahh! Fuck!
You good?
Yeah.
- Let's do this.
What the fuck am
I payin' you for?
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey. Calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.
My boys just got hit.
I tried to warn you
you'd have a target
on your back, didn't I?
Give me a fuckin' name.
I... I ain't got a fuckin' name.
You know something. I
can tell from your eyes.
Listen. I'm sorry
about your brothers.
I really am. But you
gotta sit tight, man.
You gotta sit tight and
let me work it, aight?
Don't do anything stupid.
The next time I see you,
you better have
something for me.
Violence erupted in
a bloody gangland war
in Staten Island last night.
There were four
separate incidents
with multiple casualties.
The incidents appear
to be interrelated.
Yo, son, you talk to Max?
Yeah, he took Steels
somewhere upstate.
Didn't even tell
me, just to be safe.
Greco ain't doin' shit, son.
Hey, yo, we need to hit
back at fuckin' everybody.
I don't think that's the move.
What you mean, you don't
think that's the move?
These motherfuckers
hit us one time,
you tell me to chill.
They hit us again,
and you wanna do what?
Nothing?
These motherfuckers
gonna think we are weak.
We are weak.
Look around. It's
just you and me here.
I don't give a fuck
about none of that.
I ain't scared of nobody.
- No one's scared.
But I ain't reckless
either, son.
We not alone.
Know what I mean?
We got allies.
We need to figure out
which ones we can trust.
I wanna love him.
But what if he hurts me?
Oh, no, no.
♪ May as well, may as well ♪
♪ May as well do it ♪
♪ 'Cause if you think it ♪
♪ You may as well do it ♪
Before I bought this place,
it used to be a comedy club.
Esco, we ain't here
for small talk.
I understand.
First, let me offer
my condolences.
If I can do anything,
you know I got you.
You could tell us what you know.
If I knew anything, you'd know.
So you tellin' me
you ain't have nothin'
to do with this shit?
I got enough motherfuckers
here at home to worry about.
No disrespect to y'all,
but here on 139 & Lenox,
I got bigger things on my plate.
So what's your soldiers on
the streets talkin' 'bout?
Only thing I hear is that
them silver tops are dead.
Them purple tops is what
all the fiends want,
even up here in the Bronx.
Y'all killin' it out there.
- Yeah, aight.
So you sayin' that's why
someone gunnin' for us?
Could be. Jealous ones envy.
Yeah, but somebody tried
to take a hit at us
before we put out
the new product.
True. I don't know.
Can't speculate. You
speak to Frank yet?
What did Frank have to say?
You should probably
talk to Frank.
Fuck this nigga Frank!
We been paging this
motherfucker all day.
You sure you got
the right number?
Nah, look, we ain't have no
issues gettin' a sit-down
with nobody else.
This flowerpot-head motherfucker
is trying to play us
like some bitches.
He might call back. Fuck that.
That nigga dodgin' us
'cause he's the one
that's responsible.
Frank White? From Brooklyn?
You know him?
The new girl, Caramel,
she's from Brooklyn.
She tellin' all the girls about
all the stuff he buys her.
- You using your code?
- He might be busy.
What am I supposed to say
to him if he calls back?
That you wanna see him.
Tell him... tell him you
want him to shit on you.
- What?
- I don't know.
Say some freaky shit.
You said y'all be
fucking, right?
You ain't gonna
do nothin' to him?
Just wanna talk to him.
Hey, daddy.
Sorry, Mr. White,
but these gentlemen
just burst in and...
It's all good.
Lex Diamond, Tony Starks,
welcome to Blanco's.
Pull up a chair.
Let's get y'all some food.
What you like...
Steak, lobster, pasta?
We got the best
chef in the city.
Can he make grits?
Yo, bring my man some
fried fish and grits.
And for my man?
- I'm good.
Bring him a New
York strip, medium.
Hey, yo. Well done.
Relax, playboy.
This ain't no setup.
I ain't got no beef with y'all.
Even if I did, I don't
shit where I eat.
I was just takin' in the spot.
It's a nice place.
Lacks the entertainment
value of Scoops,
but we putting a stage up front
for singers and such,
know what I'm sayin'?
Copying Esco's shit
with the singers, huh?
Why don't you get your own shit?
It's not like he's the first
to offer food and live music.
So you say you don't
got beef with us,
but we had to come find you.
Why you duckin'?
If I was duckin' you,
would we be having
this conversation?
Y'all here 'cause y'all
think I had something
to do with that, but
that's not how I roll.
If I got a problem with a
nigga, that nigga gonna know.
None of that snake
shit. That's my word.
All due respect, your word
don't mean shit to me.
Why should I trust you?
- You shouldn't.
I don't trust nobody.
But ask yourselves,
why would I wanna
start a war with y'all?
Because you can't
push that weak shit
now that our product
is in the streets.
I can't front.
Y'all did change up the
game with that shit.
But that just mean
we gotta come back
with somethin' better.
That's the game.
There's enough
money to go around.
So who then? 'Cause
it's not adding up.
It's not adding up.
I went to every borough.
Nobody got a name for me.
I've been in this
game for years.
There's rules to this shit.
Some niggas don't
play by the rules.
We didn't when we was
young and hustling, right?
There's always some
new up-and-coming nigga
whose name you don't
know until you do.
Best chef in the city.
Enjoy.
["]
♪ Poisonous ♪
♪ Poisonous paragraphs smash
your phonograph in half ♪
♪ It be the Inspectah
Deck on the warpath ♪
I don't trust him.
♪ 'Causin' ruckus
like the aftermath ♪
♪ When guns blast, run fast ♪
I don't gotta trust
him to believe him.
♪ Rhymes runnin' wild ♪
♪ Like a child in a walker ♪
♪ I scored from the
inner slums abroad ♪
Yo, someone lying to us, son.
This little diplomacy shit you
got goin' on ain't working.
Hey, yo, son, Steels
told me to step up.
That's what I'm doing, son.
Yo, what you wanna do,
son? You got a better idea?
You wanna go hit some
random niggas, huh?
Yeah, at least it would show
that we ain't the ones
to be fucking' with.
Come on, son.
We tried this shit your way,
and now our brothers is gone.
Sometimes you gotta get
your hands a little bloody
to make mo'fuckers understand.
Get your hands bloody.
Hey, yo.
Hey, yo, what happened the
last time you popped off
on somebody, son?
That's what I fuckin'
thought! Nothing!
I took that biscuit!
That was me! Know what
I mean? I ate that bid!
Don't fuckin' talk to me
about getting your hands
fuckin' bloody, son!
♪ Killa Beez is
what I sponsor ♪
♪ Your entrepreneur, pens
and gear like Shakespeare ♪
♪ When I fuck, I grab hair,
collect drawers as souvenirs ♪
♪ Fuck yeah, my crew
down German beers ♪
Hey, yo.
I don't wanna hear
that shit, son.
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
- Nah, son.
Hey, yo, that's the
same fuckin' SUV
from the other night.
Hey, drop me off up here.
Swing back around the block.
Get the fuck out the car.
Look what I found
under his seat.
You use that to
shoot up my crib,
trying to kill me and my family?
Hmm. Who gave the order?
Fuck you.
You think whoever you protecting
is gonna do the same for you?
You won't get what
you want, aight?
You gonna kill me, just do it.
Yo, son, you still got
that rope in your car?
Aight, son, you get
one last chance.
Give me a name.
I can't. I tell
you, I'm a dead man.
Come on. Don't do this,
please. Come on. Come on.
Pain is a great motivator.
No, no, no, no, no!
We don't like that, do we?
You know what I need, man.
Give me my information.
Who do you work for?
Hey, yo, he might have
fuckin' passed out.
The fuck! Pull him up, man.
- Yo!
- Oh, shit!
I told you to pull him up.
- I did pull him up.
It fucking ripped his shit off.
You couldn't have
done it slower, son?
What the fuck you
think was gonna happen
when we hang a nigga off
the roof by his dick?
Is he fuckin' dead?
The fuck you mean,
is he fucking dead?
Of course, he's fucking
dead! We're 12 stories up!
You heard the nigga
body go splash, son!
Let's get the fuck outta here!
- Fuck!
Whoever he worked
for, he had him shook.
Gotta be Frank.
We picked up the tail right
after that fuckin' meeting.
I don't know. Maybe.
Yo, you know you
my brother, right?
So if I... if I never
said thank you...
Breaking news.
There was a ghastly
murder this evening
in Brooklyn as a police officer
was dropped from a
building... A police officer?
Yo, the cops shot up my
crib? That means that...
Greco was behind this
shit the whole time.
Still waiting on more details.
All we know is
Officer Rodney Barnes,
an officer in the
narcotics task force...
- I can figure this out.
- Yo, it don't matter.
They gonna be coming
for us. We gotta move.
Go upstate, link up
with Steels and Max.
Oh, nah, son. He can
find us wherever we go.
Can't stay here.
Sooner or later,
them motherfuckin' cops is
gonna be here to arrest us.
Nah, they not gonna arrest us.
Nah, he'll wanna
finish what he started.
Yo, who you callin'?
We gotta buy some time, son.
They want a news story,
got a big tip for 'em.
Fuck! What the fuck is this?
Freeze! Hands
behind your head!
Hands up. Get on the wall.
Get on the wall. Let
me see your hands.
Smile for the cameras, man.
Hey, keep your
fucking mouth shut!
I see.
So you think this,
uh, this little stunt
is gonna save you?
You still don't know
how shit works, do you?
Secure the building!
Confiscate money, drugs,
anything you find.
Anybody get out of place,
you put a bullet in 'em.
I'm gonna personally
escort these VIPs
down to the precinct.
You thought having a few cameras
and cleaning up your
spot was gonna prevent me
from doing what I gotta do?
A for effort,
fellas. A for effort.
But you see, you didn't
think things through.
Can't kill a cop and
get away with it.
But you can kill our brothers
and get away with it?
- Life's not fair, is it?
Steels wasn't gonna pay you.
That's why you tried
to take him out.
Look at you startin'
to put things together.
I tried to convince
Steels a few times,
but he was too stubborn.
Only wanted to do things
his way, so he had to go.
But why me? I was...
I paid your tax. I
was playin' along.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
I didn't wanna kill you.
I need you.
Well, I needed you.
But you just happened to
be at Tony's that night,
and he was the real target.
Fuck you,
motherfucker! Fuck you!
You know, that purple
shit you put on the street
really fucked things up, man.
Put you on top of the game.
But you got too big too quickly.
When that happens, gotta
chop you down to size,
weaken your position.
Because when there's no
competition on the street,
ooh, it is dangerous.
Dangerous for who?
For the balance of things.
Competition is what makes people
fight against each other.
It keeps people fightin'
against each other.
It's what makes a man say, "I
want what the next man has,
and I'm gonna take it."
This drug war is
the forever war.
We, the cops, are the
winners of that war.
Crime pays.
See, the politicians make sure
we get more money each year
to protect the people from
the violent criminals.
And the violent
criminals, like yourself,
pay us to look the other way.
It is a win-win.
And that's why we are the most
successful motherfucking gang
in this city!
You wanna know how
we stay on top?
Because we're smarter than you,
make moves ahead of you.
You play chess?
Never really got the appeal.
Yeah, I can tell.
You ain't gonna uncuff us first?
Fuckin' pussy.
They lunged for my weapon.
I felt threatened.
Blah, blah, blah.
You know what the
fuckin' problem is?
You think you're the king
of New York, but you're not.
You're not!
You're just a pawn
in my fucking game.
And it's a shame.
We could have made
some money together.
- Yo, y'all aight in there?
- Hell no.
The fuck took you so long?
Yo, yo, son, get the key, son.
Come on, come on.
You're gonna...
You're gonna kill me,
and then what?
Huh?
And then what? Huh?
You're gonna fucking kill me?
You still ain't thought
shit through, man.
You still ain't thought
shit through, motherfucker!
I'm more of a "deal with
what's right in front of me"
type of nigga.
Know what I mean?
Okay, so, um, as you all know,
we are here today
because we, uh, we rooted
out some corruption.
Only a matter of time
'fore them Jakes
try to hit us again.
Maybe Greco was the
head of the snake.
Know what I mean?
But who is that, son?
We know we have, um,
lost a few officers.
Uh, those officers failed
to uphold the oath
that they had sworn...
Yo, why this nigga
look mad familiar?
That's because that's our guy.
Oh, this guy.
- Yo.
- How y'all feelin', man?
I, uh, I've been better.
The doctor says that
I'll be walking in a bit.
Yeah, man. Bullet
went in and out.
We some ragtag-looking
mo'fuckers, though.
Hey, yo, what you
mean, he's our guy?
He's on our payroll.
Okay, so now I'll
take some questions.
Yo, son, he was in the hospital.
So you had this in motion
before you got hit?
When Greco tried
to shake me down,
I figured we gotta do
somethin' about that.
So I thought maybe we flip
somebody on the inside,
go about it that way.
But you can only win
if you take control
of all the pieces.
I wasn't expecting
Greco to come back
the way he did, though.
Yo, to our brothers
who couldn't be here to
celebrate our success.
No more obstacles.
The city is ours to take.
And you, not only
did you hold it down,
you put us back on top.
I'm thinking maybe
it's time for you
to get your own crew
and help us expand.
It's all about branding.
I gotta establish
my brand musically.
It's a lot of tapes out
there. Know what I mean?
I want my shit to be
different, recognizable.
Know what I mean?
It's competitive out
there in these streets,
and so we gotta set
ourselves apart.
And I'm fuckin' with this.
I'm fuckin' with this,
son. What you think?
- Hell yeah.
- Nice, right?
Yeah. I mean, purple is
the color of royalty,
and we kings and all that.
So shit make sense to me.
Kings of New York after
we drop this shit.
Word. I'm tryin'
to tell you, son,
I'm changing the
game right here.
Right. So colored tapes
are a bit more expensive.
We'll have to check
with Steve and then...
Ain't no checking.
What you mean, check with Steve?
I'm telling you.
Uh, right. I
understand, but...
But? Son, ain't no but.
What? Ain't no but. It's
my album. It's my album.
My shit gonna be purple.
Make that shit happen for me.
Right. Yeah, yeah,
we'll make it happen.
I know you gonna make it happen.
Hey, yo, what's that purple shit
you got right there?
You ain't hear this shit?
Nah.
You gonna love it.
Nothin' like this out there.
Here, check it out.
Who the fuck you think
you're talking to, huh?
Who the fuck you think I
am, your fuckin' bellboy?
Do you wanna go to war?
Do you wanna go to war?
♪ Coming up on half a mil ♪
We'll take you to war, okay?
♪ Yo, first of all,
son, peep the arson ♪
♪ Many brothers I be sparkin' ♪
♪ And bustin' mad
light inside the dark ♪
♪ Call me dough snatcher ♪
♪ Just the brother
for the rapture ♪
♪ I hang glide, holdin' on
strong, hard to capture ♪
♪ Extravagant, RZA bake the
track and it's militant ♪
♪ Then I react like a convict
and start killin' shit ♪
♪ It's manifested, the
gods work like appliances ♪
♪ Dealin' in my cypher I
revolve around sciences ♪
♪ The 9th chamber, leave you
trapped inside my hallway ♪
♪ You try to flee but you got
smoked up by the doorway ♪
♪ No question, I send your ass
back right to the essence ♪
♪ Your whole frame is smothered
in dirt, now how you restin' ♪
♪ While I'll be trapped by
sounds, locked behind loops ♪
♪ Throwin' niggas off
airplanes 'cause cash rules ♪
♪ Everything around me
black as you can see ♪
♪ Swallow this murder one
verse like god degree ♪
♪ Then analyze my soundtrack
for satisfaction ♪
♪ You adapt like a
flashback, chain reaction ♪
♪ Lace them niggas, son ♪
♪ AK's black, bust back ♪
♪ Like seventy MACs ♪
♪ I'm all that, street niggas ♪
♪ Knowin' my steez, black ♪
♪ Ron G, you know he
coincide with me, see ♪
♪ Marvelous menace
for society ♪
♪ But anyway, let's toast,
champagne thoughts with Ghost ♪
♪ I max the most shotguns
through the nose ♪
♪ Fuck rap, hip-hop
put me on top ♪
♪ 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil'
fly shit with a knot ♪
♪ The witty unpredictable
live shit, drive-by shit ♪
♪ Do-or-die shit, I'll
take your lye and shit ♪
♪ And then you know I'm
runnin' through the penal ♪
♪ Foul, fall through,
child was wild ♪
♪ The old lady snitched, but
fuck it, you know what? ♪
♪ One love, kid, no,
I'm not doin' a bid ♪
♪ Too much to get, for what,
'cause six niggas got stuck ♪
♪ And the nigga
chain was truck? ♪
♪ Yo, fuck that, criminology
rap, sneakers stay ♪
♪ Jet-black floatin' in
the flyest Ac', nigga ♪
♪ Much love go to
New York City ♪
♪ All my Tommy Hil',
ice-rockin' niggas ♪
Get on the line!
asking myself, "Who am I?"
You Raekwon the Chef, god.
How 'bout we turn on
a flick or something?
You know, that always
get my mind goin'.
Staten Island was
like a haven and shit
for the mob back then.
But now we the new family
putting all for the island.
That's who you are,
the Tony Montana of the streets.
Mm.
Ain't no competition, baby.
Of course it's competition.
You're going to be out
as a solo artist now.
When people go to the
store, they have to decide,
"Am I gonna buy Raekwon's
album or someone else's?"
Yo, how the fuck we
supposed to do a album
when... when... With the
loud-ass bird chirping
and... and this nigga
fuckin' all the time?
I got the perfect solution:
Belize.
Do this whole fuckin'
album out there, son.
Yo, son, we should have
brought some Bajan honeys
out here on the boat with us.
Yo, what the fuck is Bajan?
Yo, son, we've been here a week,
and you don't know
what Bajan is, son?
I mean, yo, you
ain't learned shit.
Yo, what I learned was them
racist mo'fuckers at the hotel
be treatin' the staff
like fuckin' garbage,
son, like trash, son.
Word.
It might be time to
go back to the city.
I've barely even wrote anything.
This trip was supposed
to be inspirational.
Know what I mean?
Yo, you feel this
fuckin' breeze?
The sun, the fuckin'... We
on the water and all that.
This is inspiration, god.
Yeah, yeah, I'm trying
to give New York
what it's fiending for.
From the streets to the bank.
Can't keep doin' the same shit.
Can't think like we stagnated.
We gotta keep
movin' forward, son.
Know what I mean? Gotta
keep your head up.
God gotta... gotta evolve,
gotta... gotta grow.
Know what I mean?
Take 'em on a journey of this
crime shit, mafioso style.
Lex Diamond.
Why me?
You're running things now,
calling shots?
That purple shit you
put on the street
really fucked things up.
Put you on top of the game.
But you got too big too quickly.
I've been in this
game for years,
and there's rules to this shit.
Some niggas don't
play by the rules.
There's always some
new up-and-coming nigga
whose name you don't
know until you do.
You know, when I got out
after I did my last trip,
I went straight uptown.
Went up to Smooth Sal's.
Got me a three-piece suit.
What you gonna do?
I got some business to
handle with my crew.
Yeah, I've been there too.
That's how I ended up on
my second trip up north.
Know what I mean?
It's what I'm built for.
Know what I mean?
It's all I know.
I'm just a soldier
headed for war.
Mm. Word.
How Steels doin'?
We find out who hit us?
Nah, not yet.
Hey, yo. Hey, yo, excuse me.
Yo, who the fuck was that, son?
I don't know,
son. I don't know.
Excuse me, you see a
guy come from this area?
He just left as I walked in.
Listen, we need somebody
on his room 24/7.
Know what I mean?
How's he doin'?
Mr. Steels' neurological
reflexes are good,
but there's still swelling
around his brainstem.
Mr. Steels needs his rest.
I'ma wait outside.
You're home.
Not exactly the
reunion I wanted.
How you doin', man?
I've been better.
Listen.
I need you to step up
and handle business.
Take control of all
the pieces on the board
and think moves ahead.
You feel me?
You know I ain't ever been one
for that... that...
That chess shit, son.
I'm... I'm more of a...
"deal with what's right in
front of me" type of nigga.
Know what I mean?
Oh, it's gotta be
more than that.
You been a rook
for too long, kid.
That's not your role.
These guys, they're gonna
be looking for leadership.
Lead.
I got you.
♪ Ma, throw down some money ♪
♪ The ice cream man is coming ♪
♪ Watch these rap niggas
get all up in your guts ♪
♪ French vanilla, butter
pecan, chocolate deluxe ♪
♪ Even caramel sundaes
is getting touched ♪
♪ And scooped in my ice
cream truck, Wu tears it up ♪
♪ Yo, honey dip,
summertime fine ♪
♪ Jheri dripping, seen
you on Pitkins... ♪
Oh, yeah, we have
a special guest.
What up? What up, man?
My man Lex Diamond
is back home and in the house.
Give it up, y'all.
All right, we got a new lady.
Show some love to Caramel Swirl.
♪ Attitude is very rude, boo ♪
♪ Crabby like seafood ♪
♪ It turns me on like
Vine's Cee Allah Rule ♪
♪ They call me Starky Love,
hon, check the strategy ♪
♪ By any means,
Shirley Temple curls ♪
♪ Was done by Billie Jeans... ♪
Shoo! Yo, look, look.
There he is.
Look like you lost a couple
pounds in there, son.
What's good, son?
Yeah, must've also
hit them weights too.
- What's good?
- Hey, yo, this is Noodles.
He wasn't with us
when you went in, son.
To meet you, Lex. Heard a lot.
- Word.
- Yo, before I forget,
gotta keep it with the
fly shit now that you out.
Dyed these shits myself.
Tony Stark's
exclusive right there.
Right here... it's what
I like right here. Word.
It's right there. You
know what I'm sayin'?
Word. Dude, yeah.
Aight.
Word.
So what we know?
What we doin' about it?
Ooh, so...
So Steels is in a hospital bed,
and y'all niggas
is here doing what?
We been out there
talkin', nigga,
but the streets
ain't talkin' back.
The fuck you want
us to do? Yo, look,
it ain't the same out
there since you left.
There's more
competition out there.
We gotta focus on our corner
and what we put out there.
What competition?
- Yo, these new silver tops.
They floodin' the
market right now.
It's what the fiends want.
Then what we gonna do about it?
'Cause not only did we get hit,
these mo'fuckers,
they stealin' our
customers too, son?
Lex, what the fuck
you want us to do?
Go to war? And with who?
We don't even know where these
mo'fuckers is coming from.
We have to do somethin'.
Who the fuck put you in charge?
I ain't say I was in charge.
Yo, yo, yo, chill out, aight?
Chill out. Take
a breath. Relax.
Relax? Y'all niggas been
relaxin' the whole time!
Take a breath.
- Take a breath?
Y'all niggas is
relaxing taking breaths.
I know what you
need. Go ahead.
Shit, son.
Meet Mocha and Cookie, aight?
Mo'fucker got some
tension and all that,
that need some releasing, aight?
You could help him out?
Today's Saturday.
Enjoy your Sunday.
We get to work on Monday, aight?
♪ When I get a bitch,
I got a bitch ♪
♪ Right on, word up ♪
♪ Got motherfuckin'
brother wise ♪
♪ You know what I'm saying? ♪
♪ Teaching the uncivilized ♪
♪ Yeah, runnin' the streets,
you know it's deep ♪
♪ Word up, check his
technique, yeah ♪
♪ I be Ghostface, flippin'
the marvelous track ♪
♪ Yeah, you know the steelo ♪
He looks determined
without being ruthless.
Something heroic in his manner.
There's a courage about it.
Doesn't look like a killer.
Comes across so calm.
Acts like he has a
dream, full of passion.
You don't trust me, huh?
Well, you know why.
I do.
We're not supposed
to trust anyone
in our profession, anyway.
♪ Knock niggas out
the box all the time ♪
♪ Niggas know my
motherfuckin' repertoire ♪
♪ Big ones ♪
♪ Yeah, motherfucker ♪
♪ Straight up ♪
♪ I'll fuck your whole team
up, take care of B.I., Chef ♪
♪ Yeah, bust it, yo,
yo, fly G.I. niggas ♪
♪ Now, yo, yo, what up,
yo? Time is runnin' out ♪
♪ It's for real, though, let's
connect, politic, ditto ♪
♪ We could trade places, get
lifted in the staircases ♪
♪ Word up, peace,
incarcerated scarfaces ♪
♪ Thug-related style
attract millions, fans ♪
♪ They understand my plan ♪
♪ Who's the kid up
in the green land? ♪
♪ Me and the RZA connect,
blow a fuse, you lose ♪
♪ Half-ass crews get
demolished and bruised ♪
♪ Fake be fronting ♪
♪ Hourglass-heads
niggas be wanting ♪
♪ Shutting down your
slot, time for pumping ♪
♪ Poisonous sting, which
thumps up and act chumps ♪
♪ Rae's a heavy generator ♪
♪ But yo, guess who's
the Black Trump ♪
♪ Dough be flowing by the
hours Wu, we got the collars ♪
♪ Scholars, word life, peace
to Power and my whole unit ♪
♪ Word up, quick to
set it, don't wet it ♪
♪ Real niggas lick shots,
peace Connecticut ♪
♪ Now, yo, yo, what up,
yo? Time is runnin' out ♪
♪ It's for real, though, let's
connect, politic, ditto ♪
♪ We could trade places, get
lifted in the staircases ♪
Got any money?
No.
Okay.
Yo, come on, son. Watch out.
It's the game me and
Steels was playin'.
Hey, yo, you got
Rollie by Steels' door?
Yeah. We swapped shifts.
Yo, I know those
girls turned you out.
Hey, yo, you not gonna
say thank you, nigga?
Where you been at, man?
I heard it's been real
soggy in these streets, son.
When you got competition
gunnin' for you,
you can do two things.
One, eliminate the competition.
Hell yeah. Been
waitin' to get back
at these mo'fuckers,
right, niggas?
Word.
Or two, put out better product.
That's what we gonna do,
put out better product.
Fuck them red tops.
Fuck them blue tops.
Fuck them silver
tops too, nigga.
We're going with purple tops.
I gave y'all a... a
recipe when I went in.
I'm out.
It's time to cook some new shit.
This shit right here, son...
that shit 'bout to
put us back on top.
Yeah, but that don't
mean fiends gonna cop
just 'cause the
shit look different.
We gonna reup. We
gonna scale up.
We gonna flood the
market. Know what I mean?
Sell cheap, get
the fiends hooked.
Trust me, nigga, these
fiends taste this shit,
they not gonna
want nothing else.
Go get this shit on the street.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, let me
talk to you real quick.
I don't know you that well.
We short on manpower, so you
gonna have to pull your weight.
That's what I do.
I mean, but we gonna need
a bigger kitchen, though,
if you're really
trying to scale up.
Restaurant next door
just closed down.
Shit could be convenient.
Maybe I can get them to sell.
Yeah. Yeah, aight.
See what you find out.
Peace.
♪ Original
bloodclat bad boys ♪
♪ Who come to get you,
none, they want guns ♪
♪ I be the first to set
off shit, last to run ♪
♪ Wu roll together as one ♪
♪ I call my brother son 'cause
he shine like one, check it ♪
♪ This goes for
niggas who know ♪
♪ Wu will grow like
yayo, lay low ♪
♪ Plus cooling in Barbados ♪
♪ Ricans be giving me
much shit to touch shit ♪
♪ Stay cool, papa, seen
you with enough shit ♪
♪ Back at the lab-a,
crack's bagged up ♪
♪ Your niggas act up, what? ♪
♪ Blow up they workers
if they have to ♪
♪ Señoritas fucking up a
storm, buyin' gods margaritas ♪
♪ Sucking his dick
up in the whip long ♪
♪ Designed for rhyme crime,
nigga, jail time jiggas ♪
♪ Them niggas up in hype
Vigors lighting niggas ♪
♪ Silks Wally, wear a
Figaro chain, yeah ♪
♪ Jakes beware of Black
rap millionaires ♪
♪ Rock Airs, leather goose,
bears blowing this year ♪
Nah, I'm good.
Looking for them purple tops.
♪ Wu roll together as one ♪
♪ I call my brother son
'cause he shine like one ♪
♪ Solid gold crown is shining ♪
♪ We're blinding
like some diamonds ♪
♪ I'm reclining in the sky on
a cloud with silver linings ♪
♪ Double-breasted, bulletproof
vested, well protected ♪
♪ The heart, the ribcage,
the chest, and solar plexus ♪
♪ Casting stones, cracking
two hundred and six bones ♪
♪ And watch your
ass get thrown ♪
♪ To a sea of fire
and brimstone ♪
♪ How dare you approach
it with them poems? ♪
♪ The overfiend, light
nova beam gleam ♪
♪ Show 'em what
a soldier mean ♪
♪ The grand exquisite
imperial wizard or is it ♪
♪ The RZArector come to
pay your ass a visit? ♪
♪ Local biochemical, universal
giant, the Black general ♪
♪ Licking shots at Davy
Crockett on the bicentennial ♪
♪ Happy millennium
two thousand ♪
♪ Microchips, two
shots of penicillin ♪
♪ Goes up your adrenaline,
son, it's time for bouting ♪
♪ It's a model
you're resembling ♪
♪ The niggas who
like following ♪
♪ Trapped inside
your projects ♪
♪ Like a genie inside
the bottle and ♪
♪ God stepping forth ♪
♪ Upon holy ground
of the track ♪
♪ It's the sound that
surrounds and hurts me ♪
♪ Like I'm under attack ♪
♪ So I decided to
bite down on the mic ♪
♪ So the pain of the track... ♪
Salut.
♪ Won't deny the fact
that I'm the master ♪
♪ For what lurks is
an expert that hurts ♪
Yo, cap, when you get home, son?
- Oh, just this week.
- You mean? Aight.
- This your joint?
- Yeah.
Not technically, but yeah.
It's all in the family.
What you got goin'?
My uncle got me a job
as a security guard,
working a graveyard
shift and shit, nigga.
You know how that go.
What, you trying to
do something more?
I could use somebody
like you, son.
I appreciate that.
You know I do.
Gotta keep my nose
clean for right now.
Man, aight, it's all good.
Hey, yo, sweetheart. Come
here. Get my man a drink.
- Word.
- Anything he need, actually.
Just take care of him,
aight? All right, boy.
Damn.
You have not wasted any time
since you've gotten
home, have you?
Detective Greco.
So you're running
things now, huh?
Calling shots?
It ain't even like that, son.
- It ain't even like that?
- Nah, son.
Minding my business, son.
- Okay.
Minding your business, yee!
Hey, you know that, uh,
that restaurant next door,
I hear the kitchen is dirty.
I don't know, maybe
a health inspector
should go and take a look.
Whoo.
Relax, Lex.
I'm not here to
arrest you again.
I mean, not yet at least.
See, what you gotta understand
is I am the least
of your problems.
The least.
You know, you... you... You
come home, you sweep in.
You take over the streets
as quick as you did.
You don't think that puts a
bigger target on your back?
We don't need protection.
Everybody needs protection.
Come on.
What's the number?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe 50 Gs a week...
for now.
Booyah!
Who hit Steels?
Now, what would you do
with all that information,
except spill more blood?
Now, drugs, we can abide.
Homicide's gonna
get you locked up.
But you already know
that, don't you?
I ain't kill nobody, son.
Sure, you didn't.
You're a good leader, Lex.
Bobby would be really proud.
Welcome home.
Hey, Tony, Lex is here.
Blue, how you doin'?
I ain't know which one, so...
- Hmm. Let's open both.
- Yeah.
Let's get you a
home-cooked meal.
You'll be a good
influence for Tony.
The rematch is set for
October 9th, Vegas MGM Grand.
We should go.
- Let's do it.
I thought you were too
busy to leave the city.
Here we fuckin' go.
I wanted to go on vacation.
You said you was busy.
I am busy.
Them earrings you got,
this crib, how you think I
can afford all that fly shit?
Not by working.
That's for damn sure.
The fuck you know about work?
More than you.
Yeah, you spend your days
in the fuckin' strip club.
I cooked this food
you're eatin'.
Mm-hmm.
Lex cooks the crack you sellin'.
What do that leave
you to do? Hmm?
Oh, yeah, look for any
excuse to bust your gun.
You ever wonder what
your life would be like
if you didn't take the
rap for his sorry ass?
If he went away instead of you?
Maybe you should take
her on vacation, son.
Man, fuck all that.
She'll be aight.
Greco stopped by the club today.
Shakedown, talkin'
'bout 50 Gs a week.
Hey, don't tell me
you paid this nigga.
The fuck was I supposed to do?
Know what I mean?
It's the cost of doin' business.
Small tax for what
we bring in a week.
Yeah, but Steels ain't
never pay no fuckin' cops.
I'm not fuckin' Steels, nigga.
I'm here doin' the best I can
until this nigga get back.
And if Steels did pay the cops,
maybe he wouldn't even be
in the fuckin' hospital.
Yeah, well, maybe if we
hit back at every corner
in the city like I've
been fuckin' sayin',
they'd know not to
fuck with our family.
Yo, we'll talk later about
that vacation, aight?
You know I love you, right?
I love you too.
Oh, shit! Get down! Ah!
Ahh! Fuck!
You good?
Yeah.
- Let's do this.
What the fuck am
I payin' you for?
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey. Calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.
My boys just got hit.
I tried to warn you
you'd have a target
on your back, didn't I?
Give me a fuckin' name.
I... I ain't got a fuckin' name.
You know something. I
can tell from your eyes.
Listen. I'm sorry
about your brothers.
I really am. But you
gotta sit tight, man.
You gotta sit tight and
let me work it, aight?
Don't do anything stupid.
The next time I see you,
you better have
something for me.
Violence erupted in
a bloody gangland war
in Staten Island last night.
There were four
separate incidents
with multiple casualties.
The incidents appear
to be interrelated.
Yo, son, you talk to Max?
Yeah, he took Steels
somewhere upstate.
Didn't even tell
me, just to be safe.
Greco ain't doin' shit, son.
Hey, yo, we need to hit
back at fuckin' everybody.
I don't think that's the move.
What you mean, you don't
think that's the move?
These motherfuckers
hit us one time,
you tell me to chill.
They hit us again,
and you wanna do what?
Nothing?
These motherfuckers
gonna think we are weak.
We are weak.
Look around. It's
just you and me here.
I don't give a fuck
about none of that.
I ain't scared of nobody.
- No one's scared.
But I ain't reckless
either, son.
We not alone.
Know what I mean?
We got allies.
We need to figure out
which ones we can trust.
I wanna love him.
But what if he hurts me?
Oh, no, no.
♪ May as well, may as well ♪
♪ May as well do it ♪
♪ 'Cause if you think it ♪
♪ You may as well do it ♪
Before I bought this place,
it used to be a comedy club.
Esco, we ain't here
for small talk.
I understand.
First, let me offer
my condolences.
If I can do anything,
you know I got you.
You could tell us what you know.
If I knew anything, you'd know.
So you tellin' me
you ain't have nothin'
to do with this shit?
I got enough motherfuckers
here at home to worry about.
No disrespect to y'all,
but here on 139 & Lenox,
I got bigger things on my plate.
So what's your soldiers on
the streets talkin' 'bout?
Only thing I hear is that
them silver tops are dead.
Them purple tops is what
all the fiends want,
even up here in the Bronx.
Y'all killin' it out there.
- Yeah, aight.
So you sayin' that's why
someone gunnin' for us?
Could be. Jealous ones envy.
Yeah, but somebody tried
to take a hit at us
before we put out
the new product.
True. I don't know.
Can't speculate. You
speak to Frank yet?
What did Frank have to say?
You should probably
talk to Frank.
Fuck this nigga Frank!
We been paging this
motherfucker all day.
You sure you got
the right number?
Nah, look, we ain't have no
issues gettin' a sit-down
with nobody else.
This flowerpot-head motherfucker
is trying to play us
like some bitches.
He might call back. Fuck that.
That nigga dodgin' us
'cause he's the one
that's responsible.
Frank White? From Brooklyn?
You know him?
The new girl, Caramel,
she's from Brooklyn.
She tellin' all the girls about
all the stuff he buys her.
- You using your code?
- He might be busy.
What am I supposed to say
to him if he calls back?
That you wanna see him.
Tell him... tell him you
want him to shit on you.
- What?
- I don't know.
Say some freaky shit.
You said y'all be
fucking, right?
You ain't gonna
do nothin' to him?
Just wanna talk to him.
Hey, daddy.
Sorry, Mr. White,
but these gentlemen
just burst in and...
It's all good.
Lex Diamond, Tony Starks,
welcome to Blanco's.
Pull up a chair.
Let's get y'all some food.
What you like...
Steak, lobster, pasta?
We got the best
chef in the city.
Can he make grits?
Yo, bring my man some
fried fish and grits.
And for my man?
- I'm good.
Bring him a New
York strip, medium.
Hey, yo. Well done.
Relax, playboy.
This ain't no setup.
I ain't got no beef with y'all.
Even if I did, I don't
shit where I eat.
I was just takin' in the spot.
It's a nice place.
Lacks the entertainment
value of Scoops,
but we putting a stage up front
for singers and such,
know what I'm sayin'?
Copying Esco's shit
with the singers, huh?
Why don't you get your own shit?
It's not like he's the first
to offer food and live music.
So you say you don't
got beef with us,
but we had to come find you.
Why you duckin'?
If I was duckin' you,
would we be having
this conversation?
Y'all here 'cause y'all
think I had something
to do with that, but
that's not how I roll.
If I got a problem with a
nigga, that nigga gonna know.
None of that snake
shit. That's my word.
All due respect, your word
don't mean shit to me.
Why should I trust you?
- You shouldn't.
I don't trust nobody.
But ask yourselves,
why would I wanna
start a war with y'all?
Because you can't
push that weak shit
now that our product
is in the streets.
I can't front.
Y'all did change up the
game with that shit.
But that just mean
we gotta come back
with somethin' better.
That's the game.
There's enough
money to go around.
So who then? 'Cause
it's not adding up.
It's not adding up.
I went to every borough.
Nobody got a name for me.
I've been in this
game for years.
There's rules to this shit.
Some niggas don't
play by the rules.
We didn't when we was
young and hustling, right?
There's always some
new up-and-coming nigga
whose name you don't
know until you do.
Best chef in the city.
Enjoy.
["]
♪ Poisonous ♪
♪ Poisonous paragraphs smash
your phonograph in half ♪
♪ It be the Inspectah
Deck on the warpath ♪
I don't trust him.
♪ 'Causin' ruckus
like the aftermath ♪
♪ When guns blast, run fast ♪
I don't gotta trust
him to believe him.
♪ Rhymes runnin' wild ♪
♪ Like a child in a walker ♪
♪ I scored from the
inner slums abroad ♪
Yo, someone lying to us, son.
This little diplomacy shit you
got goin' on ain't working.
Hey, yo, son, Steels
told me to step up.
That's what I'm doing, son.
Yo, what you wanna do,
son? You got a better idea?
You wanna go hit some
random niggas, huh?
Yeah, at least it would show
that we ain't the ones
to be fucking' with.
Come on, son.
We tried this shit your way,
and now our brothers is gone.
Sometimes you gotta get
your hands a little bloody
to make mo'fuckers understand.
Get your hands bloody.
Hey, yo.
Hey, yo, what happened the
last time you popped off
on somebody, son?
That's what I fuckin'
thought! Nothing!
I took that biscuit!
That was me! Know what
I mean? I ate that bid!
Don't fuckin' talk to me
about getting your hands
fuckin' bloody, son!
♪ Killa Beez is
what I sponsor ♪
♪ Your entrepreneur, pens
and gear like Shakespeare ♪
♪ When I fuck, I grab hair,
collect drawers as souvenirs ♪
♪ Fuck yeah, my crew
down German beers ♪
Hey, yo.
I don't wanna hear
that shit, son.
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
- Nah, son.
Hey, yo, that's the
same fuckin' SUV
from the other night.
Hey, drop me off up here.
Swing back around the block.
Get the fuck out the car.
Look what I found
under his seat.
You use that to
shoot up my crib,
trying to kill me and my family?
Hmm. Who gave the order?
Fuck you.
You think whoever you protecting
is gonna do the same for you?
You won't get what
you want, aight?
You gonna kill me, just do it.
Yo, son, you still got
that rope in your car?
Aight, son, you get
one last chance.
Give me a name.
I can't. I tell
you, I'm a dead man.
Come on. Don't do this,
please. Come on. Come on.
Pain is a great motivator.
No, no, no, no, no!
We don't like that, do we?
You know what I need, man.
Give me my information.
Who do you work for?
Hey, yo, he might have
fuckin' passed out.
The fuck! Pull him up, man.
- Yo!
- Oh, shit!
I told you to pull him up.
- I did pull him up.
It fucking ripped his shit off.
You couldn't have
done it slower, son?
What the fuck you
think was gonna happen
when we hang a nigga off
the roof by his dick?
Is he fuckin' dead?
The fuck you mean,
is he fucking dead?
Of course, he's fucking
dead! We're 12 stories up!
You heard the nigga
body go splash, son!
Let's get the fuck outta here!
- Fuck!
Whoever he worked
for, he had him shook.
Gotta be Frank.
We picked up the tail right
after that fuckin' meeting.
I don't know. Maybe.
Yo, you know you
my brother, right?
So if I... if I never
said thank you...
Breaking news.
There was a ghastly
murder this evening
in Brooklyn as a police officer
was dropped from a
building... A police officer?
Yo, the cops shot up my
crib? That means that...
Greco was behind this
shit the whole time.
Still waiting on more details.
All we know is
Officer Rodney Barnes,
an officer in the
narcotics task force...
- I can figure this out.
- Yo, it don't matter.
They gonna be coming
for us. We gotta move.
Go upstate, link up
with Steels and Max.
Oh, nah, son. He can
find us wherever we go.
Can't stay here.
Sooner or later,
them motherfuckin' cops is
gonna be here to arrest us.
Nah, they not gonna arrest us.
Nah, he'll wanna
finish what he started.
Yo, who you callin'?
We gotta buy some time, son.
They want a news story,
got a big tip for 'em.
Fuck! What the fuck is this?
Freeze! Hands
behind your head!
Hands up. Get on the wall.
Get on the wall. Let
me see your hands.
Smile for the cameras, man.
Hey, keep your
fucking mouth shut!
I see.
So you think this,
uh, this little stunt
is gonna save you?
You still don't know
how shit works, do you?
Secure the building!
Confiscate money, drugs,
anything you find.
Anybody get out of place,
you put a bullet in 'em.
I'm gonna personally
escort these VIPs
down to the precinct.
You thought having a few cameras
and cleaning up your
spot was gonna prevent me
from doing what I gotta do?
A for effort,
fellas. A for effort.
But you see, you didn't
think things through.
Can't kill a cop and
get away with it.
But you can kill our brothers
and get away with it?
- Life's not fair, is it?
Steels wasn't gonna pay you.
That's why you tried
to take him out.
Look at you startin'
to put things together.
I tried to convince
Steels a few times,
but he was too stubborn.
Only wanted to do things
his way, so he had to go.
But why me? I was...
I paid your tax. I
was playin' along.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
I didn't wanna kill you.
I need you.
Well, I needed you.
But you just happened to
be at Tony's that night,
and he was the real target.
Fuck you,
motherfucker! Fuck you!
You know, that purple
shit you put on the street
really fucked things up, man.
Put you on top of the game.
But you got too big too quickly.
When that happens, gotta
chop you down to size,
weaken your position.
Because when there's no
competition on the street,
ooh, it is dangerous.
Dangerous for who?
For the balance of things.
Competition is what makes people
fight against each other.
It keeps people fightin'
against each other.
It's what makes a man say, "I
want what the next man has,
and I'm gonna take it."
This drug war is
the forever war.
We, the cops, are the
winners of that war.
Crime pays.
See, the politicians make sure
we get more money each year
to protect the people from
the violent criminals.
And the violent
criminals, like yourself,
pay us to look the other way.
It is a win-win.
And that's why we are the most
successful motherfucking gang
in this city!
You wanna know how
we stay on top?
Because we're smarter than you,
make moves ahead of you.
You play chess?
Never really got the appeal.
Yeah, I can tell.
You ain't gonna uncuff us first?
Fuckin' pussy.
They lunged for my weapon.
I felt threatened.
Blah, blah, blah.
You know what the
fuckin' problem is?
You think you're the king
of New York, but you're not.
You're not!
You're just a pawn
in my fucking game.
And it's a shame.
We could have made
some money together.
- Yo, y'all aight in there?
- Hell no.
The fuck took you so long?
Yo, yo, son, get the key, son.
Come on, come on.
You're gonna...
You're gonna kill me,
and then what?
Huh?
And then what? Huh?
You're gonna fucking kill me?
You still ain't thought
shit through, man.
You still ain't thought
shit through, motherfucker!
I'm more of a "deal with
what's right in front of me"
type of nigga.
Know what I mean?
Okay, so, um, as you all know,
we are here today
because we, uh, we rooted
out some corruption.
Only a matter of time
'fore them Jakes
try to hit us again.
Maybe Greco was the
head of the snake.
Know what I mean?
But who is that, son?
We know we have, um,
lost a few officers.
Uh, those officers failed
to uphold the oath
that they had sworn...
Yo, why this nigga
look mad familiar?
That's because that's our guy.
Oh, this guy.
- Yo.
- How y'all feelin', man?
I, uh, I've been better.
The doctor says that
I'll be walking in a bit.
Yeah, man. Bullet
went in and out.
We some ragtag-looking
mo'fuckers, though.
Hey, yo, what you
mean, he's our guy?
He's on our payroll.
Okay, so now I'll
take some questions.
Yo, son, he was in the hospital.
So you had this in motion
before you got hit?
When Greco tried
to shake me down,
I figured we gotta do
somethin' about that.
So I thought maybe we flip
somebody on the inside,
go about it that way.
But you can only win
if you take control
of all the pieces.
I wasn't expecting
Greco to come back
the way he did, though.
Yo, to our brothers
who couldn't be here to
celebrate our success.
No more obstacles.
The city is ours to take.
And you, not only
did you hold it down,
you put us back on top.
I'm thinking maybe
it's time for you
to get your own crew
and help us expand.
It's all about branding.
I gotta establish
my brand musically.
It's a lot of tapes out
there. Know what I mean?
I want my shit to be
different, recognizable.
Know what I mean?
It's competitive out
there in these streets,
and so we gotta set
ourselves apart.
And I'm fuckin' with this.
I'm fuckin' with this,
son. What you think?
- Hell yeah.
- Nice, right?
Yeah. I mean, purple is
the color of royalty,
and we kings and all that.
So shit make sense to me.
Kings of New York after
we drop this shit.
Word. I'm tryin'
to tell you, son,
I'm changing the
game right here.
Right. So colored tapes
are a bit more expensive.
We'll have to check
with Steve and then...
Ain't no checking.
What you mean, check with Steve?
I'm telling you.
Uh, right. I
understand, but...
But? Son, ain't no but.
What? Ain't no but. It's
my album. It's my album.
My shit gonna be purple.
Make that shit happen for me.
Right. Yeah, yeah,
we'll make it happen.
I know you gonna make it happen.
Hey, yo, what's that purple shit
you got right there?
You ain't hear this shit?
Nah.
You gonna love it.
Nothin' like this out there.
Here, check it out.
Who the fuck you think
you're talking to, huh?
Who the fuck you think I
am, your fuckin' bellboy?
Do you wanna go to war?
Do you wanna go to war?
♪ Coming up on half a mil ♪
We'll take you to war, okay?
♪ Yo, first of all,
son, peep the arson ♪
♪ Many brothers I be sparkin' ♪
♪ And bustin' mad
light inside the dark ♪
♪ Call me dough snatcher ♪
♪ Just the brother
for the rapture ♪
♪ I hang glide, holdin' on
strong, hard to capture ♪
♪ Extravagant, RZA bake the
track and it's militant ♪
♪ Then I react like a convict
and start killin' shit ♪
♪ It's manifested, the
gods work like appliances ♪
♪ Dealin' in my cypher I
revolve around sciences ♪
♪ The 9th chamber, leave you
trapped inside my hallway ♪
♪ You try to flee but you got
smoked up by the doorway ♪
♪ No question, I send your ass
back right to the essence ♪
♪ Your whole frame is smothered
in dirt, now how you restin' ♪
♪ While I'll be trapped by
sounds, locked behind loops ♪
♪ Throwin' niggas off
airplanes 'cause cash rules ♪
♪ Everything around me
black as you can see ♪
♪ Swallow this murder one
verse like god degree ♪
♪ Then analyze my soundtrack
for satisfaction ♪
♪ You adapt like a
flashback, chain reaction ♪
♪ Lace them niggas, son ♪
♪ AK's black, bust back ♪
♪ Like seventy MACs ♪
♪ I'm all that, street niggas ♪
♪ Knowin' my steez, black ♪
♪ Ron G, you know he
coincide with me, see ♪
♪ Marvelous menace
for society ♪
♪ But anyway, let's toast,
champagne thoughts with Ghost ♪
♪ I max the most shotguns
through the nose ♪
♪ Fuck rap, hip-hop
put me on top ♪
♪ 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil'
fly shit with a knot ♪
♪ The witty unpredictable
live shit, drive-by shit ♪
♪ Do-or-die shit, I'll
take your lye and shit ♪
♪ And then you know I'm
runnin' through the penal ♪
♪ Foul, fall through,
child was wild ♪
♪ The old lady snitched, but
fuck it, you know what? ♪
♪ One love, kid, no,
I'm not doin' a bid ♪
♪ Too much to get, for what,
'cause six niggas got stuck ♪
♪ And the nigga
chain was truck? ♪
♪ Yo, fuck that, criminology
rap, sneakers stay ♪
♪ Jet-black floatin' in
the flyest Ac', nigga ♪
♪ Much love go to
New York City ♪
♪ All my Tommy Hil',
ice-rockin' niggas ♪
Get on the line!