‐ I seen you at the Park Villa battle.
Hey, jump on the mic, lay some shit down.
Hey, make sure this shit spread through the streets, all right?
‐ That shit was cool. You know, for the‐‐for the neighborhood.
[hip‐hop music]
♪ ♪
‐ This Def Jam, nigga.
Man, this like being at the Hip‐Hop Hall of Fame.
Yo, one day they gonna paint my name right next to LL.
‐ What we're trying to do is create a business.
Now, in order to do that, we gotta paper up.
For the rest of the world to see that,
I need time, I need control, I need trust.
‐ That sucks. ‐ The fucking paperwork
only comes into play if we break our word.
‐ ♪ The Wu is too slammin' for these cold killin' labels ♪
♪ Who ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel ♪
BOBBY: I thought you were stepping away
from that street shit.
‐ Yo, it ain't shit, all right?
Still gotta get that cream.
Yo, that music shit ain't doing nothing for me right now.
GARY: ♪ What I invent, your empire falls... ♪
[siren wailing]
POLICEMAN: Put your hands up. Turn around, slowly.
GARY: ♪ Bright as a 20‐watt light bulb ♪
[indistinct chatter] ‐ Yo, RZA, what's up, man?
‐ We just signed to Loud.
[laughter]
GARY: Hold on, hold on, hold on, look at this nigga, man.
‐ Oh, shit. Nigga. ‐ Yo!
‐ [shouts]
‐ Yo, what the fuck? ‐ Yo.
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
‐ Like that?
Okay. Looks great.
Okay, guys, moving on, please.
‐ Moving on? ‐ Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Yo, hold on, man, a'ight? That shit don't even look real.
Looks fake, a'ight? This is the Wu Tang Clan‐‐
‐ The dopest rap group in the game.
That's what you guys do best‐‐rap.
This is what I do best‐‐ direct.
Trust me.
‐ Nah, see, uh, the label not paying for this shit.
We are, out of our own pockets. You feel me?
So we gonna do another take, you dig?
‐ Word. ‐ Word.
[person shouts, objects clatter]
‐ Yo! ‐ Oh, shit.
‐ Fuck him up! ‐ Oh! Oh!
‐ Hey, yo, yo, yo, film that shit!
Yo, look at him, nigga. Film that shit, yo!
Come on! Come on!
[indistinct shouting]
‐ Yo, that motherfucker dealing dirt again?
You're not even from here.
Hey, yo, take your shit back to the hood, son.
‐ Move, move, move, move, move.
[indistinct shouting]
Give me Dutch angle.
All: Oh!
[shouting continues]
‐ Yo, yo, yo, protect your fuckin' neck!
‐ Come on, yo.
Cut.
[hip‐hop music]
[men grunting]
[blade resounds]
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
[dice thud]
♪ ♪
[blade resounds]
[funky music]
‐ All this for y'all?
‐ Hey, yo, it's for us, son. Take whatever you want, B.
‐ Cast and crew only.
‐ This is cast, nigga. ‐ I am the cast, stupid.
‐ How I'm gonna pay for all this shit and my people can't eat?
Hey, yo! Yo, I'm talking to you!
‐ Come on, what you, a cameraman now or some shit?
‐ Nah, I'm a historian.
You know I gotta document this shit, god.
Out of sight.
‐ Nah, man, I'm telling you‐‐
‐ Yo, yo, get that fucking camera out of my face, nigga.
‐ Come on, man. ‐ Man, go over there with that.
‐ Listen to me, listen to me, we spent all of our label money
to reimburse Power
and to pay back my credit cards
only to charge my cards back to pay for this video.
Bobby. ‐ Yo, yo, I hear you.
‐ Bobby, we should've paid for this ourselves.
You know what I'm‐‐just, you know what I'm saying?
‐ Look, this next shot... ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ It's gonna be on some Shaw Brothers shit.
‐ Bobby, what are you talking? They gonna be flipping?
‐ Yo, look.
‐ What they gonna be doing, Bobby?
‐ It's marketing, man.
Yo, people watch the video, they get hyped.
‐ Uh‐huh.
‐ And then they want to buy our album, yo.
Steve's gotta understand that.
‐ Oh, yeah, he better, he better,
'cause I'm gonna walk in that office myself.
I'm gonna put this, like, right dead in his fucking face.
‐ Hey, son,
whenever I get‐‐whenever I get mad about money,
I take a hit of this, and I ain't stressing no more.
You hear me?
‐ Let me get that. Thank you.
‐ What about your probation, yo?
‐ Yo, it's done, so no more drug tests.
ASON: What the hell?
‐ Big smoker. All right. ‐ Ha ha!
Yo. Hey, yo, this shit is crazy, god.
‐ Right. ‐ Yo, I told you‐‐
back when we was, what, freshmens,
how we was gonna do our first music video
when we made it big‐‐ I know you remember that.
‐ Nah, nigga.
But I do remember having to fight your ass
to write rhymes for me and GZA, yo, you remember that?
‐ Son, that wasn't no fight.
You took that ass‐whupping like a man.
‐ I was undefeated, yo.
‐ I chased you down until I whomped you up.
And then we rhymed. Ask GZA, man.
‐ All right. ‐ But, yo...
I'm glad I listened to you on that writing shit, man.
You saw something in me I ain't fully see in myself.
You know what I'm saying?
‐ Word.
Hey, yo, yo, cuz. Cuz.
‐ We gonna ask him? ‐ Yo, come over here. Yo, yo.
‐ Come here, man. Come here, son. Yo.
BOTH: Remember when I whupped his ass?
‐ Yo, come on. ‐ Yeah, man.
‐ Yo, I whupped your ass. ‐ Yo, man.
‐ It was‐‐we was in eighth grade, nigga.
Yo, it was in Mr. Robinson's class, bro.
‐ Trippin'.
[funky percussive music playing]
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, yo.
‐ Hey, yo, Bobby. Yo, what's good?
‐ Yo, no more Rebel?
You Inspectah Deck now? Yo, I heard the tape.
I ain't heard you say that many words since...
[chuckles] Ever.
[laughs] ‐ Cool.
‐ Nah, but for real,
I heard you can sign solo anywhere, right?
‐ Yeah.
♪ ♪
‐ Boo! [chuckles]
Yeah, you slipping.
I could've never got the drop on you inside.
‐ Shit, yo, what up, Chino?
Oh.
Man, when did you get out?
‐ Couple days ago.
I came over, 'cause I heard what y'all been doing.
You know it's Staten Island against the world,
but it's lookin' like the world could lose.
‐ Yeah, yo, you know, no doubt. You still rhyming?
‐ Mind can't think free and rhyme locked up.
‐ Hey, we about to start rolling.
Why don't you get up in the video?
‐ [scoffs] You know I'm type shy, son.
‐ Well, you know, this'll help.
‐ Word up.
‐ ♪ It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth ♪
♪ Moving on your left, aah ♪
♪ And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat ♪
♪ I wanna break full, cock me back ♪
♪ Small change, they putting shame in the game ♪
♪ I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame ♪
♪ And like "Fame" my style'll live forever. ♪
♪ Niggas crossing over, but they don't know no better ♪
♪ But I do, true, can I get a su ♪
♪ Enough respect due... ♪
[door opens]
‐ Hey, yo. [door closes]
What up, son?
Everybody been looking for you and shit.
About to get on your shot next.
What the hell you doing up here?
Hey, yo, Rae, you good?
‐ It's my 180, god.
Sleeping up here...
was my lowest low.
The little shit I had was in this closet back here.
Know what I mean?
Needed that shit, though.
Destroy the building and all that, know what I mean?
‐ It's, like...
that's how Sha...
becomes Raekwon.
‐ Exactly.
♪ ♪
‐ "This shall confirm agreement between the artist
"Inspectah Deck and from Curb Records
for all services recorded."
[clicks tongue] Hey, yo, god, I can't tell
if they got a lawyer to write this shit,
or it's just some street niggas trying to sound like lawyers.
‐ That's because it's all trick knowledge, god.
That's why I don't never sign shit.
‐ All right. ‐ Here, son.
‐ Hey, yo, what the fuck? ‐ Come on, son.
You think Byron can do better for you than the Abbot?
‐ Yo, they was offering 20K. I was gonna show RZA.
‐ Man, come on, son, the Abbot is the North Star.
We follow his lead.
Now, come on, follow my lead.
This the last part of the video.
Get this camera out my face, man.
‐ Word, word, word.
‐ No, but we ran out of film.
That's your‐‐ ‐ Hey, yo, y'all good?
‐ We have two minutes of film left.
‐ Yo, it's‐‐ it's actually all good.
We got that last scene, so we can just chop off the head.
‐ Chop off the what?
‐ Hey, yo, bring in the dummy.
Yo, check it‐‐ in "Flying Guillotine,"
Sing Yang seen some street performers,
uh, throwing plates,
gets inspired, makes him create this weapon
to decapitate the Emperor's enemies.
That's our ending.
The righteous Wu‐Tang Clan coming together to chop off
the heads of our enemies running the music industry‐‐
we should do it like that.
‐ Why don't you just do it like that?
BOBBY: I need somebody to, uh, get they head chopped off.
‐ Nigga, you ain't chopping nobody heads off.
Yo, what's this shit, man?
‐ What you talking about? ‐ Hell, nah, son.
‐ You get your head chopped off.
How about that shit?
‐ I'm not doing that shit, yo.
‐ Hey, yo, I'll chop somebody's head off,
but fuck all that other shit, Bobby, for real.
‐ Yo, this our last shot of our first video.
‐ Yo, I'll do that shit, man.
Sacrifice my neck to get everybody else neck‐nodding.
‐ Word, word. ‐ See the manifestation.
‐ All right, yo, that's what's up.
You got the camera angle? ‐ I got it.
I've only got a few seconds left of film.
‐ All right, yo, bring it in. Bring it in.
Hurry up, hurry up. All right. Right on his neck.
All right, ready?
Three, two, one, action!
All right, cut. Bring it in.
‐ I'm about out. ‐ Hurry up, hurry up.
Thank you. Lay it out.
All right, three, two...
That motherfucker, yo, action.
[excited chatter]
‐ Now, that looked real. [chuckles]
‐ ♪ It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth ♪
♪ Moving on your left, aah ♪
‐ How you‐‐how you feel? ‐ I love it.
‐ Yeah? ‐ Yeah. It's fucking raw.
I can't wait to see it when it's finished.
‐ What you mean when it's finished, yo?
I mean, it's‐‐ it's basically already done.
‐ Right, but, I mean, there's, like,
time code on it still, though, right?
‐ Yeah, that's just to keep it, you know,
looking raw, looking real.
Yo, this could be great promotion for the album.
‐ Yes. ‐ Oh, shit.
‐ What's up?
Oh. Word.
I can reimburse you for the video,
if that's what you want, or I could take that money,
and I can send you guys...
to Jack the Rapper.
‐ Jack the Rapper? ‐ Naughty by Nature,
OutKast, 2Pac, LL Cool J,
every important DJ and press outlet in the industry,
and I got you guys a performance slot
opening for Run‐D.M.C.
‐ Yo! Run‐D.M.C.?
‐ What's better promotion for Wu‐Tang's album than that?
But I wanted to talk to you first,
because if you want the label
to reimburse you for the video...
‐ Yo, yo, yo. ‐ It's not too late.
That's why you're the Abbot right there.
DECK: Yo, wait, hold up.
Def Jam gonna let us take whatever we want,
even though we ain't sign with them?
‐ I'm taking whatever regardless.
Tracey's mad cool, yo.
‐ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, yo.
Go get you a red shirt with a cream hat
or some shit, man. ‐ I don't want no red shirt.
I can't be rocking those ice cream flavors
like you and Ghost.
‐ Look, look, look, look, look. Check him out. Look at him.
‐ Yo, why you taking so many?
‐ Yo, most of these is for Shurrie.
I'm gonna get her some of those Wonder Woman bracelets, too,
and all that, but‐‐
Yo, mind your business, nigga.
‐ Yo, if U‐God was out right now, son,
he'd take a pair of each of these shits
and sell it for double the price
on the block, you know what I mean?
‐ Word.
‐ Yo, you feel that texture right there?
That's hip‐hop and high quality.
You know what I mean? ‐ Yo, hold on, hold on.
When does U‐God get out?
‐ I don't know, son. ‐ Ooh!
‐ Okay, Dirty. [excited chatter]
‐ I ain't mad. ‐ I see y'all taking
full advantage of Karl's invite.
‐ Okay. ‐ What's up? How you doing?
‐ I'm good. How are you? ‐ I'm good.
‐ Everybody looking good. Everybody looking good.
‐ Yeah, you looking good, too, mama.
‐ Tracey, right? ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Man, if we would've signed to Def Jam, like I told niggas,
we'd have been draped in this all the time, son.
‐ Listen, you still can. Come here.
I heard you could sign solo deals wherever you want.
[hip‐hop music]
[soul music]
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, when I said don't come back here,
you thought I was kidding?
MRS. GRANT: No, no, I told him to come down.
He had some questions about the business.
‐ When has he ever had questions
about the family business?
‐ You wanted to know the wholesale cost of T‐shirts?
V‐neck or crew?
‐ Uh... uh, crew.
‐ How many? ‐ I don't know.
‐ Prices go down the bigger the order.
‐ Um, I'ma have to think about that.
But I'ma definitely need a printshop to do some logos.
‐ Suppliers can print. ‐ What‐‐what was that, Pop?
‐ He said, "Suppliers can print."
That'll save you a step and money.
‐ Word.
That's good advice, Pop. Anything else?
♪ ♪
‐ ♪ Cherry bombin' and shit, boom ♪
♪ Just warmin' up a little bit ♪
♪ Vroom, vroom ♪
♪ Rappinin' is what's happenin' ♪
[scatting]
‐ Russell, I am on the fucking phone.
‐ That's what's up, man. Come on, Dirt Dog and Def Jam.
‐ Can you shut the fuck up and wait for the offer?
‐ I'ma wait outside.
‐ Yo, where the hell is Bobby anyway, huh?
‐ I don't know.
‐ What the fuck? Okay. ‐ Nigga. Tracey!
♪ Gotta get up to be somebody ♪
[hip‐hop music]
‐ Yo, Bobby. ‐ Yo, yo.
‐ There's some business that we need to deal with.
‐ Okay. A'ight.
Talk to me.
‐ Def Jam is offering 175K for Meth...
and 150K for Dirty.
‐ [chuckles] What, you forgot how to give good news, nigga?
‐ Yeah, but...
Elektra has also made an offer for Dirty‐‐
150K.
‐ A'ight. ‐ Uh‐huh.
‐ That's, uh, the same as Def Jam.
‐ Yeah, but everything that Def Jam wouldn't give Dirty
on the back end, Elektra will and much more.
See, Elektra really believes in Dirty.
[scoffs] They're offering reversions, 20 years.
I mean, that kind of... ‐ Fuck.
‐ Back end is only for high‐end, you know, acts.
It's hard to say no to.
‐ Hey, I don't know, man.
You know, Dirty's been wanting to sign to Def Jam
since we was kids...
like, since forever.
‐ I get it. I get it.
All right, do you want me, uh‐‐ you want me to let Def Jam know
that they got Meth and Dirty?
I mean, you know‐‐you know,
they ain't gonna wait around forever.
‐ So Elektra will give Dirty all his music back.
‐ It's in the contract.
‐ Take the Elektra deal.
‐ Yeah, but, you know, you don't want to talk
to Dirty first? ‐ No.
You and I, we make all the business decisions.
‐ Yeah, but he's family.
‐ He's family, and we're looking out for him.
‐ Okay.
Okay. ‐ All right.
‐ I'll talk to Rifkin, all right?
I'll see you at the studio, yeah?
Jack the Rapper is next week,
and, you know, the album release is right after.
[door opens]
‐ Yo. What's good, kid?
‐ Shit, you made bail?
‐ You know the jails can't hold the God.
Yo, what I miss?
‐ Well, we still gotta get your shots for the video.
We can't use the camera 'cause we don't have the funds,
so we gotta use GZA's camcorder.
‐ All right, so what the fuck is we waiting for?
Let's do this shit.
‐ Honestly, yo, I'm zoned in on this music right now.
Besides, we gotta recruit all the guys
together to hop in the shots so the shit don't look stupid,
so it looks connected...
so...
‐ For real, yo, I ain't hustling no more.
I'm ready to put that work in.
‐ You know I'm not the "I told you so" type of nigga.
‐ [chuckles] True, son.
‐ So I'ma just finish up this album.
‐ All right, son.
[hip‐hop music playing]
‐ [mutters]
♪ ♪
Yo, you know what?
Nah.
♪ ♪
‐ Nah what?
‐ You need to finish this album, right? Right?
‐ Yes. ‐ I'ma help you do that shit.
‐ All right, nigga.
All right, well, shit, help me out.
‐ Yo, you remember that six‐man symphony joint
we did back in the day with Aisham and Streetlife?
Come on, you remember that shit.
My verse was like, "Raw, I'ma give it to you."
BOTH: "With no trivia."
‐ "Cocaine straight from Bolivia."
Ah, you remember that shit? ‐ Yeah, nigga.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
‐ Yo, you need to put that shit on, son.
MAN: And immune to nearly any weapon.
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible.
‐ ♪ Raw, I'ma give it to you with no trivia ♪
♪ We're like cocaine straight from Bolivia ♪
♪ My hip‐hop will rock and shock the nation ♪
♪ Like the Emancipation Proclamation ♪
♪ Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead ♪
♪ You might as well run into the wall and bang your head ♪
♪ I'm pushing force, my force you're doubting ♪
♪ I'm making devils cower to the Caucus Mountains ♪
♪ ♪
‐ Feeling this beat, huh? ‐ This is dope, G‐O‐D.
[tape rewinding] ‐ Go again?
‐ Go ahead and write something.
U‐GOD: ♪ Raw, I'ma give it to you with no trivia ♪
♪ We're like cocaine straight from Bolivia ♪
‐ [scoffs]
Half of these ain't even my size.
‐ Hey, yo, they used to be.
‐ Now, I know you didn't just say that.
‐ Look, I was the only one asking for clothes for my girl.
But if you don't like it, I'll take this shit back.
‐ Mm, I didn't say all that. ‐ All right.
‐ Yeah. ‐ With D‐Spitz, me and Darius
are starting our own music video.
Bread and Butter. [chuckles]
‐ Y'all was talking mad shit about D‐Lover,
but y'all calling yourselves Bread and Butter.
‐ Just listen.
♪ I pack the toast, and I spread the butter ♪
♪ Have you leaking and laid out in the gutter ♪
‐ Ooh! ‐ All right, that shit
kind of tough, though.
I ain't gon' front. ‐ Yeah.
‐ What you think?
Hey, what's wrong? What's wrong?
‐ [wheezes]
‐ Is‐‐is‐‐is he okay? ‐ I don't know.
‐ Call the doctor's office.
And don't yell at them.
Go on, suck in. You got to just keep breathing.
[line trilling]
‐ Whole lot of Staten Island shit going on.
Wu‐Tang, we here at Park Hill. You see it.
Uh‐huh‐‐
‐ Yo, check that out.
[camera beeps]
[hip‐hop music]
♪ ♪
‐ Yo, yo.
Hey, cuz, you got something for me?
‐ I don't got anything, but Jamel might.
♪ ♪
‐ A'ight. You want to go in the booth, try it out?
MAN: Toad style is immensely strong.
‐ ♪ Homicide's illegal, and death is the penalty ♪
♪ What justifies the homicide ♪
♪ When he dies in his own iniquity? ♪
♪ It's the Master‐‐ ♪ ‐ Hey.
Hey, yo. Yo! [tape whirs]
Yo, I really want to feel those lyrics, a'ight?
Go from getting your head chopped off in the video
to chopping off niggas heads in the studio, a'ight?
‐ All right. Word.
♪ ♪
MAN: Toad style is immensely strong.
‐ ♪ Homicide's illegal, and death is the penalty ♪
♪ What justifies the homicide ♪
♪ When he dies in his own iniquity? ♪
♪ It's the Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya ♪
♪ We have an APB on an MC Killer ♪
♪ Looks like the work of a Master ♪
♪ Evidence indicates that his stature ♪
‐ Hey, yo, so, uh, this new shit right here
it's called Pro Tools.
Makes the music digital,
so I'm able to move the music where I want.
‐ Damn, it's like you building a whole universe.
‐ Never teach the secret Wu‐Tang techniques, yo.
Like, god, check this, right here.
This is your verse, right? ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ It's unfinished.
And now it's done.
So is that album, nigga. [both scoff]
‐ Word up, dog.
‐ To the first of fucking many.
‐ Whoo! ‐ Pop that shit.
‐ Yeah! ‐ Baby, hell, yeah.
Hey, pour us up some, yo.
Pour me up some. Pour me up some.
You want‐‐good?
‐ Man, I'ma just‐‐I'ma take the whole bottle.
‐ Yo, so your travel's all booked for Jack the Rapper.
The album is done!
All that leaves is one question.
Y'all ready to rip the stage or what?
‐ You fucking kidding me?
Yo, me and my cuz been ready
for this shit since we was fucking kids, yo.
‐ Word, son.
And I told you back then
we was gonna take over the whole game, son.
Look, you might be the Abbot,
but I'm the Oracle, know what I mean?
‐ Cheers to that. ‐ Cheers to that.
‐ Cheers. Cheers.
‐ Hey, yo, this bottle mad smooth, son.
Yo, I'ma need this shit when I get signed to Def Jam.
Baby!
Hey, yo, you sure you don't want the rest of this, son?
‐ No, that's all you. ‐ Hey, yo, they gon' have
to paint my face on the whole side of the Def Jam building
when it's all said and done, son.
Yo, I'm telling you,
I already know what my album cover's about to be.
‐ Hey, yo. Hey, yo, cuz.
You're signing to Elektra.
‐ Nigga, stop playing with me, son.
Yo, so my album cover about to be this‐‐
about to be this welfare card, right?
And it's gonna have my face on it.
This shit gonna be crazy. ‐ Hey. Hey, yo, yo.
I'm being serious, a'ight?
I already told Def Jam no.
‐ Nigga, call them back! ‐ Yo, it's done.
‐ I'ma call them myself then, nigga‐‐you tripping.
‐ Yo, yo, yo! Yo.
Meth is signing to Def Jam,
and you're signing to Elektra, yo.
I've already signed the papers.
‐ Hey, nigga, that's fucked up, yo!
How you gonna pick Meth over me? We family.
‐ Ain't nobody choosing Meth over you. Come on, yo.
‐ Hey, yo, he going to Def Jam, and I'm not, right?
What the fuck that mean?
‐ You know what's gonna happen in 20 years?
‐ Man, get the fuck out of here.
‐ Yo, in 20 years, you're gonna have control
of all your music back, yo.
‐ I don't give a fuck about none of that shit, son!
Yo, you ain't even call me to talk about it, man.
Treat me like I'm a little‐ass kiss.
You always talk about this shit for a bigger plan.
Nigga, that's your plan! That shit's for you.
You act like you did this shit for us.
'Cause all I ever wanted to be was on Def Jam.
‐ Are you fucking stupid, nigga?
Do you know how hard it is to get control of your own music
in this game?
You can be pissed off now, but in 20 years,
when you get your shit back,
you're gonna say, "Damn, RZA was right.
"He was really looking out for me for the rest of my life.
My grandbabies can eat off of my work."
‐ Nigga, you serious?
I don't need you out here
planning my grandbabies' life for me.
Who the fuck you think you is, son?
You don't know what's best for me, nigga.
‐ Yeah.
Yeah, I do, cuz.
That's why y'all put me in charge, right?
Yo, signing those papers,
it's the smartest thing you'll do in your life.
Yo, what the‐‐ [people screaming]
Yo, chill the fuck out, nigga!
Yo, what the fuck, yo? Yo! Yo, chill out!
Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo!
Oh, fuck, nigga!
Fuck!
‐ Nigga, fuck you, son.
[indistinct chatter]
‐ Is h‐he on drugs?
‐ They're giving him fluids in his IV,
just so he can stay hydrated.
He's just tired.
‐ What about you?
You're always taking care of everyone.
Aren't you tired?
‐ I'ma put on your favorite movie, okay, Darren?
Where's your bag?
‐ I'm staying here. ‐ Baby, no.
‐ The guys don't need me right now.
‐ No. ‐ Y'all do.
I got you, son.
"Disorderlies," all right?
‐ That's not it.
His new favorite is "The Last Dragon."
‐ Bruce Leroy catching bullets with his teeth.
[scoffs] Nigga, please.
‐ Are you really not gonna go
t‐to Jack the Rapper?
Are you stupid?
‐ Oh, you think that's funny, huh?
[R&B music]
♪ ♪
Yeah, a'ight.
♪ ♪
‐ Yo.
‐ Shit is not bad.
What happened to the other spot, god?
‐ Yo, old apartments have less reverb.
I'm hooking up the basement, though.
It's gonna be, uh, more official.
Not like the last one. It just stinks a little bit.
It's old‐ass pipes. ‐ [scoffs]
You never gonna change, Bobby.
‐ What you mean?
‐ I'm saying, for the first time in your life,
you got your own crib.
Instead of you getting some fly, flashy shit,
you worried about some damn sound levels.
‐ Hey, yo, what gets you here keeps you here, yo.
‐ I hear that.
Yo, what's up with you and Dirty, though?
‐ What he say? ‐ Shit, I don't know.
I haven't heard from him.
‐ Word?
He's not out in the van?
‐ Told Ghost that he's gonna get there hisself.
‐ Get to Atlanta by himself?
‐ [mutters] ‐ Yo, fuck that, nigga.
We gotta go to his crib. ‐ No. Leave him be.
You wanted the responsibility
to make these business decisions.
This is all a part of it.
You just gotta give him some space, god.
‐ Hey, with all due respect, yo,
everything I've done I've done for the group.
And it's worked out. Has it not?
‐ Shit, god, for love,
sometimes you gotta go through hell
just to come out right.
Know what I mean? [van horn honking]
Oh, look, come on, we gotta get to the A.
Time to lay some of these phat tracks in the A, Bobby.
BOBBY: Fucking shit.
[funky music]
♪ ♪
PERSON: Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
What's up, A‐Town? We're here at Jack the Rapper.
PERSON 2: You see what's going on.
We got a lot of heavy hitters in here‐‐we got Da Brat.
PERSON: ♪ Please ain't nothin' but incense in my atmosphere ♪
♪ I'm bendin' corners in my lac boi ♪
[all cheering]
♪ ♪
‐ Yo, I just seen "Menace," yo. Shit was ill, son.
‐ Come out to Cali, cuz. I'll take you around.
‐ Nah, salute. Salute, god. ‐ Y'all killing it.
We need to do a track on some New York meet Dirty South shit.
‐ Hey, yo, uh, I talked to Shurrie.
You gonna be good? ‐ Yeah, son, no doubt.
‐ Word, word.
Hey, you seen Dirty? ‐ Nah, son.
‐ Hey, yo, Dirty ain't here? Yo, you hear this?
Dirty ain't here. God damn. Ooh, y'all. Can y'all move?
‐ Dirty here? Yo, you seen Dirty?
What the fuck, man?
‐ Yo, it's a problem for you to go down South, son?
‐ With my PO? ‐ Yeah.
‐ Nah, but fuck them for telling me I can't go.
‐ They gonna violate you, son. ‐ For what?
Working on positivity? ‐ [chuckles]
‐ They got me one time. I dodged them a million. Watch.
‐ Yo. ‐ Yo, I'm good, son.
I'm all‐in with this shit, a'ight?
‐ No doubt.
‐ Oh, hey, can we get a word with you guys?
Hey, what's up?
We broadcast locally across four Southern states
for the people that love hip‐hop music.
‐ Oh, shit, yo.
‐ Yeah, you guys performers tonight?
‐ Hell, yeah. ‐ Yeah? All right. Let's do it.
‐ Yeah, let's do this shit. ‐ Hey, yo, we superstars, baby.
‐ Hey. ‐ Hey, yo.
‐ Wu‐Tang. What you want to know about Wu‐Tang, son?
‐ Wu‐Tang? Yo, I think I saw your video.
It's the black‐and‐white one that looks unfinished.
‐ What? ‐ Nigga, fuck all that.
You know what I'm saying? Get this on camera.
Hey, yo, are you recording, son?
‐ Yeah. ‐ Yo, watch the fuck out, yo.
Hey, yo, it's the one‐man army Ason, you know what I'm saying?
But I gather with my brothers,
you know what I'm saying? ‐ I got you.
‐ 'Cause we stronger together, you know what I'm saying?
Hey, yo, you got tickets to our show?
‐ Yeah. ‐ Then watch us show out
better than we can tell you.
Wu‐Tang is the best.
‐ Word, yo. ‐ We forever.
‐ Forever. ‐ Like herpes, nigga.
‐ Su!
All: Su! ‐ Wu‐Tang, man.
‐ Hey, yo. Cuz, you good?
PERSON: It's done.
STEVE: What do you mean it's done?
PERSON: There's nothing I can do, man.
STEVE: Nothing you can do? PERSON: Nothing I can do.
‐ I'll crack your fucking skull.
My family's part of this music industry
before you were even born. BOBBY: Yo, yo, yo, yo.
‐ Yo, get off me! All right!
Why are you fucking touching me?
‐ Everything all right?
‐ They're cutting us from the show.
‐ Coming through. DIVINE: We talking to you, man.
Let's talk for a second, okay?
Brother, yo, stop, we talking to you for a second.
‐ Hey, I already told the head of your label.
The show's running late. We had to cut someone.
It sure as hell ain't gonna be Run‐D.M.C.
‐ We just drove all the way from New York, B.
‐ Yeah, and‐‐
‐ We're not going all the way the fuck back, yo.
‐ Exactly. And our album is dropping.
‐ Man, get they backstage passes.
‐ What the fuck you talking about?
‐ Yo, yo, yo, yo, just one song, man.
That's all I'm asking for. Just let us do one song.
‐ [whispering indistinctly]
Better luck next year, man. Get they passes.
[object clatters]
‐ Yo, fuck that, son.
I ain't leave my brother back home like that
for us not to perform, B. ‐ Hey, yo, chill.
Now, I smoothed it out with Jam Master Jay.
He loved our record.
He's gonna give us seven minutes before they perform.
‐ Nah. ‐ Drove all the way out here.
BOBBY: That promoter's the fucking problem.
Even if Jay says that we can go on,
he's still not gonna let us perform.
‐ So, what, then, huh?
‐ It's like niggas only respect you...
When you on that rah‐rah shit.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
‐ That's what the fuck I'm talking about, son.
♪ ♪
[cheers and applause]
PERSON: Hey, welcome to Jack the Rapper!
The event to see the best acts in rap and hip‐hop!
[continues indistinctly]
It was here you got to see Redman wile out
and do the craziest freestyle in '92.
[cheers and applause]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Atlanta! How we doing?
Jack the Rapper convention 1993!
Make some noise!
SOUND GUY: Listen, guys, I don't get my check from you.
They hand me a set list. I flip my switches.
That's it. I can't accommodate you.
‐ I hear that, but you a sound guy, right?
So your ears is real fucking good, right, huh?
You want to hear an ambulance
louder than you ever fucking heard it before
'cause you riding in the back of it, huh?
‐ Come on. ‐ Yo, listen, we are trying
to be professional here, but we don't have to be.
So you know what I mean? It's up to you.
‐ Play the fucking song.
‐ Make some noise!
Are you ready for some beats?
Atlanta, the best rappers in the world
are here at Jack the Rapper convention 1993!
Stand up! [cheers and applause]
Yo, who's ready to see
some of the best acts in rap today?
We got LL Cool J.
Yo, who wants to see Naughty by Nature?
♪ ♪
Are you ready for OutKast?
All the way from the West Coast, 2Pac.
‐ Fuck out the way, son. ‐ Su!
‐ Move out the way!
PERSON: Get ready for the kings of rock,
Run‐D.M.C.!
ASON: Yo, it's Wu‐Tang, motherfucker!
‐ What's good, nigga? ‐ Jack the Rapper, what's up?
[feedback whines]
‐ Yo, who the fuck is that?
All: Su!
‐ We're here to change the programming, nigga.
‐ Yo, Dirty, what's up, man? What we doing?
‐ Y'all niggas don't know Wu‐Tang?
‐ Hey, yo, let 'em know, son. ‐ Word.
Hey, yo, play that shit, DJ.
ALL: Tiger style. Tiger style.
‐ You know what the fuck it is, man.
ALL: ♪ Wu‐Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck wit ♪
♪ Wu‐Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck wit ♪
♪ Wu‐Tang clan ain't nothing to fuck with ♪
♪ There's no place to hide as I step inside the room ♪
♪ Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom, bam ♪
♪ Aw, man, I slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan ♪
♪ I be tossing and flossing, my style is awesome ♪
♪ I'm causing more family feuds than Richard Dawson ♪
♪ And the survey said, you're dead ♪
♪ Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head ♪
♪ Mister, who was that? Hey, yo, the Wu is back ♪
♪ Making niggas go bo, bo ♪
♪ Like I'm Super Cat, me fear no one ♪
♪ Oh, no, here come the Wu‐Tang shogun ♪
♪ Killer to the eardrum ♪
‐ ♪ Put the needle to the groove ♪
♪ I gets rude, and I'm forced to fuck it up ♪
♪ My style carries like a pickup truck ♪
♪ Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea ♪
♪ I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T. ♪
♪ Now, why try and test the Rebel INS? ♪
♪ Blessed since the birth, I earth‐slam your best ♪
♪ 'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake ♪
♪ And eat it, too, with my crew ♪
♪ While we head state to state ♪
♪ And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus ♪
♪ Wu‐Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with ♪
♪ Straight from the motherfucking slums ♪
♪ That's busted ♪
♪ Wu‐Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with ♪
METH: ♪ Ha ♪
PERSON: Give me one of them Wu‐Tang shirts!
‐ ♪ Step up, boy ♪
♪ Represent ♪
BOBBY: ♪ Chop his head off, kid ♪
♪ The Meth will come out tomorrow ♪
♪ Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro ♪
♪ Flow, with more afro than Rollo ♪
♪ Coming to a fork in the road, which way to go, just follow ♪
♪ Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow ♪
♪ In fact, I'm a hard act to follow ♪
♪ I dealt for Dolo, Bogart coming on through ♪
♪ Niggas is like, "Oh, my God, not you" ♪
♪ Yes, I, come to get a slice of the pork and the pie ♪
♪ Rather do than die, check my flavor ♪
♪ Coming from the RZA, which is short for the razor ♪
♪ Who make me reminisce, true, like déjà vu ♪
♪ I'm rubber, niggas is like glue ♪
♪ Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you ♪
Yeah, kid.
PERSON: ♪ Tiger style, tiger style ♪
ALL: ♪ Wu‐Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with ♪
♪ Wu‐Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with ♪
SHA: Y'all know what the fuck is going on!
Staten Island stand up!
[cheers and applause]
BOBBY: ♪ Representing Brooklyn, Queens ♪
♪ Long Island ♪
‐ I was the first one to request "Protect Ya Neck"
on video music box. I knew they'd blow up.
BOBBY: ♪ Niggas from Virginia ♪
‐ I been on that shit before the video
when it was on "Stretch and Bobbito."
♪ ♪
‐ You heard what they did at Jack the Rapper?
Yo, they rushed that stage like they was robbing a bank.
♪ ♪
‐ Check, one, two, one, two.
You're tuned into the world famous "Wakeup Show."
I'm DJ King Tech. ‐ And I'm Sway.
We're coming at you live broadcasting from 106.1 KMEL.
San Francisco Bay Area, get ready to listen
to this brand‐new Wu‐Tang Clan.
‐ You ain't heard that, Sway. ‐ Quit playing, you know I did.
‐ Hey, yo, we got a call on line two.
‐ Okay, we got a call, I guess.
‐ I ain't even know we was taking calls right now.
‐ Yeah, we moving up, baby. We taking calls now.
You're live. All right, who we listening to? Who is this?
BOBBY: Yo, yo, what up, Bay Area?
This is the RZA speaking.
‐ Oh, damn! We got the RZA! ‐ We got the RZA!
‐ Yo, yo, Mommy, Mommy, I'm telling you, yo, yo,
the people are loving it.
They're loving us. Yo, sales are up.
Were you able to see the album cover yet or‐‐
LINDA: I'm so excited for you, but I'm a little confused.
Is that you in the mask?
BOBBY: That wasn't me.
That was‐‐that was an intern.
‐ What's an intern doing playing you?
‐ He wasn't‐‐ he wasn't playing me.
It was a complicated shoot, a'ight?
We can talk about that later.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
Well, I'm happy it all worked out, Bobby.
BOBBY: Yeah. Me too, Mommy.
[sighs] Me too.
I love you.
‐ Su! ‐ Su!
My brother!
‐ I know, I know! ‐ Yo.
‐ Here I am, here I am. Right on time.
‐ Yo, respect. ‐ Mm.
‐ Hey, uh...
we did this shit.
‐ Nah. No, no, no, this was your vision.
Me, you know, I just play my part.
‐ Hey, yo, if you wasn't playing that part,
none of this shit would even be possible.
Yo, I'm not talking about the music shit.
I'm talking about before the music shit.
‐ Yeah. Yeah. [telephone rings]
Thanks, little bro.
Wu‐Tang Productions.
Yeah. Yeah.
No, no, we'll, uh‐‐we'll check in on that on Monday.
But, you know, just to be straight up with you,
we've had other offers.
Uh‐huh. Okay. All right. Goodbye.
[receiver clatters]
Yeah, so, uh, we've had this office for a month,
and every single label has called us, mm‐hmm,
asking about Deck and Rae
and RZA and Ghost and U‐God.
‐ As they should be. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Yo, speaking of Deck,
I just finished the last song on his album.
So that makes, what, uh...
five fucking albums, nigga?
‐ Come here, bro. Come here.
Man. ‐ You know.
‐ Yeah, I know. ‐ You know.
‐ Yeah, I know, bro. [patting back]
‐ Oh, man.
Yo.
Yo, Wu‐Tang's about to fucking take over, yo.
[thunder booming]
‐ Yo, Ma, the album is out.
‐ Album? Are you on the radio?
‐ Across the country. ‐ Oh, my God.
‐ I won't be staying here too much longer.
I mean, it's just the beginning.
I'ma have my own album one day.
All them nights we had to do without.
Ma, I promise that'll never happen again.
‐ I love you, son.
SINGER: ♪ And making people happy ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Though deep inside a shadow grows ♪
‐ Yo, tell me what you think about this verse.
Switched that shit up a little bit.
‐ All right, man, let's go, Lamont.
‐ Fuck is you doing here, nigga?
‐ A few weeks back, you went to Atlanta without permission.
‐ Yeah? Well, you heard wrong.
[handcuffs click] ‐ I have the video.
♪ ♪
‐ Fuck!
‐ Su! Yo!
‐ Peace, peace. ‐ What up, god?
‐ What up?
‐ The album is dope. Respect.
‐ Y'all put New York back on the map.
‐ You already knew I was gonna do that.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ He does the best ♪
♪ Like the minstrels did ♪
‐ You're about to be Def Jam's next biggest star.
‐ [chuckles]
SINGER: ♪ And keep the people laughing ♪
♪ ♪
♪ But no one knows that beneath the clothes ♪
‐ Hey, yo.
Yo, that shit is dope, son.
Hey, yo, keep up the good work.
SINGER: ♪ Loves a lonely beggar ♪
♪ ♪
♪ He needs the love he spreads around ♪
‐ Check that out. ‐ What is this?
‐ It's my first check. It's my first real check.
I promise it ain't gonna be my last, Pops.
Yo, we sold out of everything. Look, check it out.
Unh. Oh, everything.
Know what I mean?
We gonna need more shirts, hoodies.
Who knows? Maybe even some jeans.
‐ [chuckles]
Wu‐Tang Clan. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ You should call the clothing Wu Wear.
‐ Wu Wear‐‐I like that. I like that.
♪ ♪
ASON: Hey, yo!
I'ma motherfucking superstar, you know what I'm saying, son?
Hey, yo, I'm buying drinks! Who's drinking with me?
Hey, yo!
What the fuck, man?
Can I get some service in this bitch, man?
Do it myself sometimes, man.
Word.
Just a little bit of this and a little bit of that.
‐ Hey! Yo, what the hell are you doing?
‐ What's up, man? I'm making a Rikers Island.
Take two of these,
end up on Rikers Island, you know what I'm saying?
‐ Yeah, all right. Well, playtime's over, buddy.
You gotta go. Come on. ‐ Get the fuck‐‐
‐ Oh!
♪ ♪
‐ What the fuck is wrong with you, son?
Damn, son. Hey, yo, hold up.
We about to take a shot, man. What's up, man?
What up, shorty?
Damn.
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ Life is a three‐ring circus ♪
[thunder booms]
‐ I know, the numbers were higher than even expected.
But I still think that we should do,
you know, a promotional tour to boost sales in the South
and the West Coast, huh?
Nah, man, I'ma call RZA tomorrow.
Yeah. [chuckles]
Yeah, no, so maybe Mojoe
should get on the road with us, huh?
Yeah. All right. All right, all right.
Wu‐Tang forever, baby. Yeah?
♪ ♪
Hey, Nia?
SINGER: ♪ Life is a three‐ring circus ♪
‐ Hey. What's, uh‐‐ you know, what's all this?
♪ ♪
‐ I just found out.
SINGER: ♪ Goin' round and round and round and round
♪ And round ♪
‐ Baby.
‐ We having a baby. ‐ Oh, my God.
[both laugh]
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, yo, this the only vinyl
that got everybody's signature on it.
‐ You're the only person who has this, Darren.
‐ It's like the number one comic book
signed by the writers.
‐ Come on, check it out, B.
SINGER: ♪ Goin' round and round ♪
[doorbell buzzes]
[thunder booms]
‐ Baby?
‐ My hair was hooked up before all this rain started.
‐ Yeah? You're a day early.
‐ I wanted to surprise you.
[thunder booms]
Kiss me already.
I‐I can't believe this.
‐ What? ‐ You and me, here, like this.
‐ Why you‐‐why you acting all nervous?
‐ I mean, when you go long distance,
you don't expect this to happen.
Most guys‐‐ yeah, they‐‐
Most guys‐‐they don't put in the work.
They don't care.
‐ I'm not like most guys, baby.
[thunder booms]
‐ Hmm. ‐ I'm different.
‐ [sighs]
Most guys say that, so... ‐ No, yo, look.
Look, I'm actually different, though.
All right?
I told you I‐‐
I told you I'd call you. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ I did that. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ I told you I'll write you. I did that.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ I couldn't afford to lose you.
‐ I mean, Bobby, but it's not just, like,
me coming into your life.
Your life is crazy now.
You're on TV, magazines.
This is too much.
‐ Hey, well, look... ‐ Hmm?
‐ My life may be changing,
but I'm not.
I'm still me, baby.
And I need you here...
to help me be me.
I need you.
[soft music]
‐ Say that last part again.
♪ ♪
‐ I said I need you.
♪ ♪
‐ What is that smell?
‐ Why you looking at me like that?
Yo, I told you it was the pipes.
[loud clatter] What the fuck?
[thunder booms] What the fuck?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
‐ What happened? Oh.
‐ Bobby, don't go down there. We should call somebody.
‐ Yo, this is all of my shit.
All my music are on those disks‐‐every album.
‐ Bobby, what are you doing?
‐ Fuck! ‐ Bobby, what are you doing?
‐ Fuck!
Yo. Yo, the sewer! Fucking shit!
Every fucking album! Fuck!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
‐ Bobby.
♪ ♪
[The Minits' "Hook Line and Sinker"]
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ Ooh‐ooh‐ooh‐ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Oh‐oh‐oh‐oh‐oh, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ Just like a fish, you fed me a line ♪
♪ Though I resisted, you captured my mind ♪
♪ Now you got me ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Got me, got me hook, line, and sinker ♪
SINGER: ♪ So glad you got me now ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Got me, got me hook, line, and sinker ♪
ALL: ♪ Yeah ♪
SINGER: ♪ I've done my damage singing in your arms ♪
♪ You made me weak, too weak to run ♪
♪ I squirm, trying to get away ♪
♪ But your hook was in me to stay ♪
♪ Now you got me ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Got me, got me hook, line, and sinker ♪
SINGER: ♪ So bad, you got me now ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Got me, got me hook, line, and sinker ♪
SINGER: ♪ Hook, line, and sinker ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Got me, got me hook, line, and sinker ♪
SINGER: ♪ So bad, you got me now ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Got me, got me hook, line, and sinker ♪
SINGER: ♪ I told myself I wouldn't fall for you ♪
♪ But now you knew what bait to use ♪
♪ I tried, but the pole wouldn't bend ♪
COACH: Get on the line.