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- [Announcer] The producers of this film

would like to express that they in no manner

wish to support or condone

the words, phrases, and images, such as:

Ass, booty, yo bitch,

Bush is a dickhead, and big butt women in tiny bikinis,

which are used in this film.

However, in an effort to maintain accuracy

and journalistic integrity,

words, phrases and images such as

ass, booty, yo bitch, Bush is a dickhead,

and big butt women in tiny bikinis

are necessary.

But rest assured, the words, phrases, and images

such as ass, booty, yo bitch,

Bush is a dickhead, big butt women in tiny bikinis,

will not be used without warrant

or in any gratuitous manner.

[crowd cheering]

- [MC] And now, get up off your ass,

get ready to shake your booty!

Yo bitches and bitchettes,

This is the Radio Is a Dickhead tour

and we want you big butt women and brothers

to get up and dance!

Now, live on stage, NWH!

Come on, come on!

♪ Don't wear a toupee 'cause that's assimilation ♪

♪ Don't say it's okay that's oral masturbation ♪

♪ Masturbation

♪ Hats offer enclosure from deadly exposure ♪

♪ Of sucker imposers ready to close your ♪

♪ Coffin and lower you down black ♪

♪ Bald buried and beaten into a pre-dug tract ♪

♪ That's wack the way they dis the black ♪

♪ How can a brother complain when we don't fight back ♪

♪ It ain't hate 'cause we retaliate ♪

♪ With a gat in my hands and the hate on my pate ♪

♪ See back in the days out in the fields they kept up ♪

♪ Exposed to the rays with no shields they left us ♪

♪ Without a hat we was exposed

♪ Without a hat we was sun-stroked ♪

♪ The African sun was pure and good ♪

♪ Never needed a hat just brotherhood ♪

♪ The good old days are a brother's worst enemy ♪

♪ Tell me stay bald I say it ain't in me ♪

♪ Look in my eyes and you'll realize ♪

♪ These ain't lies

♪ No boy I wouldn't lead you wrong ♪

♪ No get with the facts as I chart the stats ♪

♪ Cold kick the hats

♪ Make the black grow strong

♪ Make the change gotta cover my braids ♪

♪ So I deal in the pain

♪ To those who keep me in chains ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ They want more than just to see you fall ♪

♪ They wanna keep a brother buried and bald ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Wear your hat

♪ Wear your hat

♪ Wear your hat put your hands in the air ♪

- That's how it all ends.

But let's start at the beginning.

I'm Nina Blackburn and what you're about to see

is a documentary on the rap group, NWH,

or Niggaz With Hats.

I began this project as a thesis for my

doctorate in sociology.

My belief was that not only does rap function

as the political voice of today's urban youth,

but it also serves as a tracer of styles and values.

I was attracted to NWH because of the strong

political poses adopted on such albums as

the controversial and never released Kill Whitey album.

This group also seems to epitomize the disdain

towards women found in much of rap culture,

with songs such as My Peanuts and Booty Juice,

which they claim is a political theme.

So sit back and enjoy.

The brothers have a lot to say.

Now, I hear you guys are from a really rough neighborhood.

- Yeah. - Oh, yeah.

- So where, Compton?

The sewer?

Oakland, Oaktown?

- All that shit's for punks.

- [Nina] Brooklyn?

- No, no, see we don't necessarily like to say

where we from.

- [Nina] I thought all rappers liked to say where

they're from, you know, bragging about

their neighborhood as the toughest.

- Yeah, we could.

But I mean, that's just like some motherfucker

that say he got a big dick and can fuck for hours.

- Exactly, so what we saying is,

we don't front.

You know, we perform in this motherfucker.

- Bet.

- [Nina] They say it's the quiet ones

that you have to watch out for.

- And if you've noticed, I ain't said shit

for a couple minutes now.

- [Nina] That's true.

And I also noticed that you don't smile too much.

- You damn skippy.

- 'Cause you be smiling, motherfuckers think you a punk.

- And I ain't no punk.

- See, Tasty, he once shot a motherfucker

for taking his picture while he was

thinking about smiling.

- How about when you're making love?

- [All] Nah.

- See, if you smile, then a woman thinks she got you.

- Bet.

You know, the next thing you know,

she asking you for money and shit.

- Exactly, I mean, you know,

the best thing, if you think you the kind of

motherfucker that's predisposed to be

smiling and shit, you best to kick that shit

doggy-style. - Pow!

- You know, then you can go in from behind, right?

And then you don't have to worry about

her seeing you and shit.

You can be making all kinds of faces.

- Right, but you gotta make sure you ain't got

no mirrors or nothing around, you know.

- Ice, at that time you had a song out

called My Peanuts?

- See, that's one of my first things that I dropped,

right, My Peanuts.

I had to get that pressed myself

and then sold it out the trunk of my car

right here on this very street.

- I remember, that was dope.

- And he was, he was slinging bean pies,

because he was hooked up in that Muslim shit,

Tone was, and uh...

- [Tone] Tasty, he was slinging--

- I was a pharmaceutical distributor.

- [Tone] Yeah.

- I think we should, you know,

shouldn't be talking about that,

you know what I'm saying?

We should, y'all, maybe you can edit that out.

[rap music]

♪ My peanuts

♪ Well they're low cholesterol and high protein ♪

♪ Hotter than a Mexican jumping bean ♪

♪ Have 'em dry roasted or vacuum packed ♪

♪ My peanuts come alive when you open that sack ♪

♪ Smoother than Jif and fresher than Planters ♪

♪ My peanuts exceed all standards ♪

♪ They're def enough to knock you to your knees ♪

♪ And even Planters ain't got no nuts like these ♪

♪ My peanuts

- [Ice] Man, they dissed us and shit,

what's up with that?

- What's up?

Now, I'm gonna have to bust a cap in somebody's ass.

- Is there a problem?

- Hell, yeah, there's a problem.

You got Jam Boys, Yo Highness,

MC Slammer, Touch and Groove and special guest.

There's everybody up there but us, NWH.

What's up with that?

- We are special guest.

That's caps.

The L is a problem, I'm gonna take care of that.

- [Tone] We NWH, we ain't no motherfuckin' special guests!

- So sorry.

Go back to the hotel, come back for soundcheck.

It's taken care of.

- Go ahead, go ahead.

Step to the right, my man.

Uh, yo, wait a minute, yeah, wait a minute.

Where are you guys going?

- Yo man, we're going backstage, what's the problem?

- The problem is I don't know who you guys are.

- Man, we NWH, man.

- In the house.

- NWH? - NWH.

- In the house?

You ain't on the list.

You got to step aside, baby.

- Wait, wait, what you mean we ain't on the list?

- Word, man, look.

Niggaz With Hats, aight?

- Well, I ain't seen no NWH, Niggaz With Hemorrhoids,

or anything else like that on the marquis.

- Look, man, we the "also special guest"

on the end of the marquis.

[man laughs]

Also special motherfucking guest.

- Also special guest, really important, huh?

- [Tasty] Check the list.

- Yeah, man. - It ain't on here.

- I want NWH on the marquis.

We are part of the headlining bill.

- But, but look, look, look.

When you put Yo Highness on the bill,

it bumped everything else off.

I can't handle those salutations.

- I can't even believe you're going with this.

You don't even know your rap history, man.

Tell us something, who is Spoonie Gee?

How 'bout The Sequence?

Okay, here's a bonus question.

How many people in the Funky Four?

- Uh...

- You can't tell me you're on there, yeah,

'cause you're not on the list! - Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, man!

Look who all is rolling behind you, man!

- Oh, yeah, right!

That's an old one, fellas.

I'm supposed to turn around and look

while you guys walk in?

You think I'm stupid?

It ain't like that.

So just take yourself on out.

We got a real show to do with real performers, okay?

Jam Boys!

Fellas.

Right!

Looking good, looking good!

Hey, have a good show tonight, okay, fellas?

- Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, Boot, yo, Boot!

Boot, Boot, Boot!

Boot!

- Tell that motherfucker who we are.

- Yo, man, you know these guys?

- You don't know who they are?

- They're supposed to clean up the stage

after we rip it up. [laughs]

- What I want, I want to...

I really enjoy your work, fellas.

- Lovely jacket.

- Rich emotional tapestry.

- Yeah, right. - Keep it up.

- We got a show to do.

I can't help you.

- You gonna have to leave.

- Oh, oh, no! [beeper beeping]

- He got a gun!

Oh, shit, he got a gun!

- Damn, motherfuckers be hollering.

I'll see ya'll.

- [Man] A gun?

Okay, okay, I'll change the marquis!

[crowd chattering]

- Welcome to the Landmark Theater, my name is John Craw,

I'm head of security here.

This is a wonderful old venue.

We used to have some wonderful acts here.

Laverne and Shirley came through here,

the Osmond Brothers, Mack Davis.

Now we have rappers, so I've had to add a few

extra layers to the security system.

It's no problem.

We start here with the brothers

from the Nation of Islam and they keep things

under control for me, because these guys

are very under control people.

Nothing rattles them, they never...

You know, they keep things on a calm,

even-keel kind of level.

- Yo, yo, yo, what you doing?

- And everything.

- Come on, man!

- And they'll drop your ass like a bad bean pie

if you fuck up, too.

- [Tone] Friesch, we need a bigger room.

- Yo, word, man.

And another thing, we don't have our hats, man.

- Hats?

Well that, what do you mean?

Did you check the truck?

- They ain't on the truck, man,

and they ain't in here.

- And we ain't going onstage without our gear.

- Yeah, man, we gotta have our performance gear.

- All right, let me tell you something.

You know what?

I'm glad we don't have hats.

You know what?

It's always the same thing here.

We gotta mix things up more, okay?

Predictability, can I go on record here?

Predictability is the stepson of ingenuity.

Okay? - Whoa, hey!

Whoa, hold up, man. - Yes, yes?

- We are NWH.

That's Niggaz With Hats.

If we don't have hats then we Niggaz Without Hats.

That's a whole different group of niggas, man.

- I gotta part company with you there

for a second, Ice, because we're still NWH, okay?

We're just, we're growing.

I got an idea, we're growing as artists.

You know, we're done with that.

We did the regular hat thing now we're stretching,

we're moving on, okay?

This is what we're gonna try tonight.

- [Ice] Serious?

- Ah, look at this.

You got a hat here,

you put some riot headlines on the sides,

you make your statements,

it's right there in black and white.

We get a trend thing happening there, you see that?

- Yo, Friesch, that's whack.

- Uh-huh.

- Man, this ain't Romper Room and I ain't goin' out

with page seven on my head, man.

This ain't right.

We need to have our hats, our performance hats.

- Word.

- Yeah.

- And a bigger room.

- Okay, okay.

Is that setup right around the corner?

- Hey, man, find the damn hats.

- Yeah, okay, I'm going.

- So guys, what's the deal with the hats?

- That's what NWH is all about.

We got a whole hat philosophy.

You know what I'm saying?

- [Tasty] Kick it.

- I mean, see, back in the days when there was

slaves and stuff, they would work in the hot sun all day,

you know, with the sun beating down on 'em, hatless.

I mean, not even a babushka.

- Word.

Heads totally exposed to the sun.

- You know?

And so by the time they got back to the plantation

from being in all the heat, they was too tired

to rebel against they masters, right?

So what we saying with Niggaz With Hats is

yo, we got some hats now, motherfuckers.

- Aw, yo, what's up, what's up, G?

Yo, NWH is in the house!

Yo yo yo yo, what's up?

NWH in the house.

Yo, what's up, man?

I'm Vanilla Sherbet and shit, G.

- Ah.

- Yo, I'm down with you motherfuckers, man.

I been listening to your shit for the longest time, dude.

I got all your old tracks, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, I got Booty Juice, P.U.S.S.Y.

Yo, I got all that old shit, G.

Hey, yo, I got your old track, Ice Man.

That shit, "My penis, uh,

big and large..."

- My Peanuts.

- "I rock all the ladies like El DeBarge!"

- My Peanuts. - That shit was on, huh?

- My Peanuts.

- Yo, that shit was dope, G.

You know, I'm down with you motherfuckers, I can relate,

you know what I'm saying?

'Cause like, I grew up in the hood, right?

Like, I was raised by a black family,

you know what I'm saying?

But like 'cause my parents abandoned me and shit.

But yo, so I can relate to you.

I'm like, almost like a brother and shit,

you know what I'm saying?

- Uh-huh. - Word.

Yo, we gotta hook up after the show, G,

go pick up some bitches, you know what I'm saying?

Smoke a big, fat blunt!

You know, we be chilling.

Yo, you know why?

'Cause you all my niggas, dude.

You my niggas.

What's up, G?

- Niggas?

- Yeah, we chilling.

Yo, what's up?

- We gotta, we need to talk.

- NWH in the house!

Vanilla Sherbet!

What's up, G?

- Excuse us for a sec?

- We chilling, we 'bout to kick it, yo.

What's up, we in the house?

What's up? [fists thudding]

- [Tone] Hold still! - [Vanilla] What's up, nigga?

What's up? [shouting in pain]

- [clears throat] You're NWH?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, what's up?

- About your manager.

- Oh, man we had nothing to do with what happened tonight.

I told him not to pull the gun--

- That's not the issue.

Did he have a chance to pass on what I told him

before you came out?

- Nah, what?

- Basically, you guys perform the song

Grab Your Shit tonight, we're gonna have to

arrest you for obscenity.

- See, what you talking about, man?

- Listen.

The lyrics.

"Grab your shit, cover up.

"NWH say grab your dick."

- That's live, ain't it?

- Whoever says those words, I hear 'em

and they say 'em, they're going to jail.

Break a leg, fellas.

- Punk!

- Fuck y'all.

What the fuck, man?

- We shoulda bust a cap in they ass.

- No shit, man.

- Hey, word, man, normally I wouldn't be

for changing something, but seeing as how,

you know, our manager got tapped on tonight,

I think maybe we oughta play it safe for tonight.

You know, I mean, I'm down with artistic integrity

and all that, but lockup's a bitch.

- All right, man, look, this is what we gonna do.

We gonna change...

We gonna change the shit and dick

to cover up and grab your stuff, aight?

- Word.

But just for tonight.

- Just for tonight.

- Tomorrow we back to shit and dick.

- Hey, tomorrow we in St. Louis,

so you know what that's all about.

- Hey, they likes the shits and dick over there.

[crowd cheering]

- [Announcer] And now, NWH!

[rap music]

♪ People ask why I walk this way ♪

♪ Protection first is all I say ♪

♪ I got it they want it

♪ Believe it they'll steal it

♪ Some of them punks just wanna feel it ♪

♪ When they see me grip with both hands ♪

♪ It's a black thing they don't understand ♪

♪ It's true they want to take it all ♪

♪ So before they rip you ball for ball ♪

♪ Cup your hand cover up

♪ NWH say grab your stuff

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab your stuff

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it

♪ 400 years and it ain't enough ♪

♪ Suckers still trying to take our stuff ♪

♪ Stealing it swiping it

♪ Ripping it biting it

♪ They can't grow it so punks try to heist it ♪

♪ We ain't down with that no

♪ Got to look out for the black ♪

♪ When they start going for the family jewels ♪

♪ Protect that gear by whatever tools ♪

♪ Cup your hands cover up

♪ NWH say grab your stuff

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it grab it ♪

♪ Grab your stuff

♪ You gotta grab it grab it

- Oh, shit, my dick!

My dick!

Ya'll, my dick!

- Where you're going boy, you should grab your ass!

- My dick!

Oh, my dick!

- Tone!

- This was the first of NWH's

several brushes with the law regarding censorship.

I caught up with the group again on the road.

Now, your new album is NWH, Fear of a Black Hat.

- Right.

But, see, actually that shit was supposed to be

NWH, Fear of a Black Hat,

then subtitled Don't Shoot Till You See the Whites.

- [Nina] Of their eyes?

- Whose eyes?

- Don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.

- No, no, no, just don't shoot until you see the whites,

period, that's it.

End of story, you know what I'm saying?

But the record company, they dogged us out.

You know, they didn't let us put it on there.

- Yeah, we shoulda bust a cap in their ass.

- Hey, see, they always trying to censor our shit.

- For instance, with the song Kill Whitey.

- No, that shit was a whole big misunderstanding there.

- You know, they took the whole thing out of context.

I mean, they was trying to say that we was

advocating killing white people and shit.

- Yeah, I mean, do I look like the kind of person

who could kill a whole bunch of white motherfuckers?

I mean, you know, given a reason,

but not a humbug.

- Well, in the song lyrics, and I'm quoting,

"He'll rip you off, he'll take your money,

"make you work for free.

"Though you might scoff, it isn't funny,

"he's the devil, see."

- [All] "Kill Whitey."

- Right.

Now, how can you listen to that and think we're

talking about killing all white people, man?

- Bet.

We was talking about one specific Whitey.

- Whitey DeLuca, our ex-manager.

He ripped us off for 70 Gs.

- Right, you know, and Whitey DeLuca wasn't even white.

He was, he was Italian.

You know, he was one of olive-complected motherfuckers,

you know?

- If I remember correctly, he ended up murdered.

- But we wasn't in town when that shit happened.

- Nah, nah, nah, we was--

- We was in Cleveland like a month.

- Nah, nah, we went off to--

- Nah, money, we was in Toronto.

- Yo, we were trying to set that shit straight--

- Yo, Tone. - Hey, man--

- [Tasty] Let me talk to you, man.

Let me talk to you, man.

- Cut this shit now.

♪ Up from the bottom of the heap we creep ♪

♪ Sneak peak breakin' through the concrete ♪

♪ Tired of living in a occupied state ♪

♪ Other motherfuckers decidin' our fate ♪

♪ Now see me jack you in the valley ♪

[exhales]

- Don't you think this song is a little extreme?

- No, man, that's my experience from jail.

I mean, that's the black man's experience, man.

- Well, it's my experience that this type of song

causes problems.

I mean, even the lyrics here.

I mean, "See me jack you in the valley

"See me ice you in the alley."

I mean, that's a bit too much.

And what about this concept of a video

that has you guys killing police officers?

I mean, you know, can't you guys just

dance around like Hammer?

- Like Hammer?

- And one, and two,

and three, and spin that shit around.

And one, yeah, that's the move!

That's the move I'm looking for.

That's the move I was looking for.

Stay like that, exactly.

Put a little more hip in it...

Yeah, spin it around, spin it around.

Yeah, that's good, that's good.

Keep it going, don't try to keep up with me.

I've got more going on here.

- Tasty, what the fuck you doing, man?

Come on, man, we're making a video here, man.

Can't you teach him the steps?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You do not be stopping the music in my studio.

- I'm the director of this video, motherfucker.

- I don't care.

Have you ever seen Charles in Charge, the TV show?

Okay, my name is Daryll.

Daryll's in charge here, okay?

So you move your little skinny hips on over there

and I take care of everything from here, all right?

Just get on over there.

I'll take care of it.

- Just show the motherfucker the steps.

- Cool.

Just go on over there.

Go on.

I ain't afraid of you.

Go.

Think he tough right here.

Okay, I see you seem to be having some problems.

- Yeah, I'm having some problems.

I ain't no damn dancer.

What is this Solid Gold shit?

- Ah!

Uh, no you didn't.

No you didn't.

Do not be calling my choreography no Solid Gold shit, okay?

This is progressive, baby, don't even take me there.

Now, you need some help, some personal help.

Um, everybody take five, just take five.

Take a little rest, get some Coke.

Me and you, we gonna work together.

- We gonna work together?

- We gonna work together on this, okay?

Me and you.

Just get into position.

See, you need to relax.

You all uptight, you know, rapper, and all that.

No, just keep that loose.

Keep that open right there.

Just like that.

Okay, now what you gonna do is relax the shoulders,

start by shimmying on the top

and then bending over like that.

And bring it back up like that and

don't turn around, no, no, just face that way.

Just work it like that.

- Yo, man, what are you doing, man?

I ain't with that, don't touch me!

I'll take that whip and whip your ass.

- You will?

Then start to work, daddy, I kinda like that.

Here's the handle end.

- [scoffs] Yo, Ice, I'm outtie, man.

I can't deal with this.

- Hang on one sec, wait.

Guys, John Liggert.

I gotta just wrap up this call.

- Yo, what's up with you homies?

I've got uh, something I need to talk to you about

and I thought we could just, you know,

kick it to the curb for a couple of minutes, okay?

Uh, what I want to talk to you about

is the album cover to Guerrillas in the Midst.

- Now, that's fly.

- Yo, that's pretty live with all them cops

with their butts up in the air like that

and us standing over them.

Yo, right, Friesch?

- Uh, hang on one second.

What, exactly how many cops on the pile?

- Fifteen.

- Fifteen, and you want?

- None.

- None.

Why don't we split the difference?

Seven.

- No, no, no, no, see, that's not gonna solve the problem.

What we have to be concerned with

is the moral watchdogs.

- People always got a problem with what we sing anyhow.

- Look, normally I would support you guys

100 percent, but I can't this time.

You see, to put this album out the way it is,

it just wouldn't be def.

- It wouldn't be def?

- Right, it's not the def, chill, fresh thing to do.

I mean, you know, it just stirs things up too much.

It screams violence.

- That's all related to that shit that came way back then.

- My point is we can't let the white man

tell us how to sell to our market.

You know what I'm saying?

Right, Friesch?

- Um, the white man, no good.

- Look, I am a white man, that's not the issue here.

But what I'm trying to tell you guys

is either you do it our way or we don't do it at all.

Are we, uh, cool on this, brothers?

- Nah, I don't feel too cool at all, man.

- I'm feeling kinda cocky.

- We gonna have to talk to you, brother.

[punches thudding]

- I think we got a little situation back here.

We'll be right back.

- [Liggert] This is the violence I was talking about!

[glass smashing]

- That was bad, kicking the record company guy's ass.

That was counterproductive, I've got to be honest.

- I mean, but he was a dick, man.

- I know, I know.

- A punk motherfucker if I ever saw one.

You'd have kicked his ass, Friesch.

- Well, that could be.

Here's what's going on.

I am going to move you guys to another label

called Innergroove Records.

Happening.

They are hungry...

- [Nina] Soon after, NWH signed with Innergroove Records

and they released Guerrillas in the Midst uncut.

[rap music]

♪ Guerrillas in the midst of a race riot ♪

♪ Say it ain't black or white

♪ But I ain't dumb and don't buy it ♪

♪ Talking 'bout a time to heal but step to it ♪

♪ Time for you to get real we can't do it ♪

♪ We were looking for healin' in the court see ♪

♪ Out in the valley of the Simi ♪

♪ But a black man gets no justice ♪

♪ 'Cause the kangaroo court don't trust us ♪

♪ Wasn't the first and won't be the last ♪

♪ Brothers gotta move to get that ass ♪

♪ Plead your case to the C-O-U-R-T ♪

♪ But they never see Y-O-U and me ♪

♪ Verdict by a punk-ass jury

♪ Opened up a black man's fury. ♪

- See that?

Guerrillas in the Midst.

Man, that's gonna be crazy large!

And the album, Fear of a Black Hat,

that's gonna be bigger than Wild Thing.

Oh, man, you brothers are gonna be large

for the simple fact that you're with me

and I got the winning team and I am large.

I'm larger than large.

In fact, I'm so big they call me Dinosaur. [laughs]

Yeah.

But you brothers gotta be careful.

Because y'all talk about some heavy shit.

I mean, that ain't your average garden variety,

run of the mill gangsta bullshit.

Y'all hardcore, but you got a edge.

I mean, just look at you three brothers.

Just look at you.

Together.

You.

You little black stovepipe colored nigga, Tasty.

You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey,

the man that brought self love to the

black consciousness movement in the 1930s.

And when we speak about complexion,

we move into the political perspective

of where y'all coming from.

You, Ice.

You's a good high yellow, piss-colored motherfucker.

Same complexion as Bob Marley.

I mean, you even got that dreadlock thing going for you.

You could even move into a whole Rasta thing

if you wanted to.

But that's another story.

And you.

You good red-boned morani colored genie in a bottle

looking motherfucker.

You're the same complexion as Malcolm X.

That's right.

Take off your hat.

Jeez!

Red hair, just like Malcolm.

Boy, I'm telling you, you brothers are gonna be large!

But like I said, you gotta be careful.

See, because you're all telling the truth

and the white man don't want y'all saying what you saying.

- Yeah.

'Cause when you take that bus, you get there.

- That's heavy.

- Wait a second.

You understand this motherfucker?

- Oh, yeah.

♪ Up from the bottom of the heap we creep ♪

♪ Sneak peak breakin' through the concrete ♪

♪ Tired of livin' in an occupied state ♪

♪ Other motherfuckers decidin' our fate ♪

♪ Now see me jack you in the Valley ♪

♪ Now see me ice you in the alley ♪

♪ Now see me throw you out the truck ♪

♪ Now see me I don't give a fuck ♪

♪ Now see me burn all this shit down ♪

♪ Now see me terrorize this town ♪

♪ Guerrillas in the midst

[gun firing]

- In the world of rap, NWH, also known

as Niggaz With Hats, have a surprise hit on their hands

with their latest single, Guerrillas in the Midst.

However, the song, off the group's Fear of a Black Hat

album, has also stirred the contempt

of many community organizations

which are upset with the group's policy

of racial retaliation.

- This group is an affront to every decent American.

I mean, just listen to some of these song titles.

Booty Juice, Back in the Ho Life Again, Ho Down,

Suck My D-asterisk-C-K.

If Your Mama Don't Shut the F-asterisk-C-K Up

I'm Gonna Shoot the B-asterisk-T-C-H.

And now this, Guerrillas in the Midst.

- Ice Cold of NWH says it's funny no one complained

about their earlier albums, which included

P.U.S.S.Why, Straight Outta Da Butt,

Garden Ho's, and Ho Ho Ho's, a Christmas release

that featured the group singing Santa Claus Is Coming

and not necessarily to town.

Ice says, "You can talk about hos all you want,

"but as soon as you start talking about the real deal,

"everyone starts buggin'."

Well, everyone's buggin' has helped pushed sales

of the Fear of a Black Hat album to number one

this week in record stores across the country.

♪ Burn all this shit down

♪ Now see me

- [Nina] Guerrillas in the Midst made NWH rap superstars.

Fear of a Black Hat went platinum.

♪ Now see me

♪ Now see me

- [Protesters] No NWH!

No NWH!

No NWH!

- Yo, I'm glad y'all could make it down here to the gig,

right, because this is gonna be some other shit.

Hey, check this out.

Check out the new gear!

I'm in there!

You know, check out the hood.

And then the shit underneath

when I wanna get crazy buck-wild ill on a motherfucker,

yah on your ass!

This is some other shit.

This is some Horton Hears a Who type shit, you know,

because I'm all into that.

Um, come on through, I'm gonna introduce you to someone.

'Cause there's some crazy motherfuckers on this tour.

Oh, word up.

- Yo, that shit was fucked up, G!

Are we still cool?

- Yeah, man, y'all remember Vanilla Sherbet.

- Hey, yo, what's up, man?

Peace!

- We had to jack him a little bit.

- We still chilling, though, right, G?

- Yeah.

- Aight then.

- You still seeing that dude about your nerves and shit?

- Yeah, I got the cast off last week,

but we in there, motherfucker.

- Aight, money. - Aight.

- Yeah, this is my man here.

MC Slammer.

All the dance moves for your behind.

- No, homeboy, I dropped the MC.

It's just Slammer now.

Slammer, that's what it is.

- Yeah.

Come on, come on, see.

This motherfucker spit when he say that stuff,

that's why people call him MC Stammer

behind the back and shit.

- Yeah, NWH!

- They know what they're talkin' about.

NWH is where it's at.

- Check it out, check it out.

NWH, I'll do everything he says.

- They are really hot, man.

- What's your favorite song?

- Uh, Bald and Buried, I'd say, yeah.

- Yeah, that's a good one.

That's a really good one.

- What about you?

- Oh, you know my favorite, Peanuts in My Pants.

That's, you know what's so funny is

I used to have peanuts in my pants all the time

and then they wrote a song about it.

- Oh, ho-ho!

You know, I'm a producer.

This is somebody I'm getting ready to produce.

Uh, what's your name?

- Oh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!

Wait just a minute.

You produce her?

You said you supposed to produce me, honey.

You don't be trying that.

You been talking that mess ever since I met you

five months ago on the street, okay?

Who do you think you are?

You cannot treat me like that, honey.

And let me tell you something,

don't listen to him, okay?

He is tired, honey, okay?

- [sighs] It's rough being me, you know what I'm saying?

This is Yo Highness.

I ain't wanna fuck with that.

And this is Parsley, Sage, Rosemary N' Thyme!

- Yo, yo, yo, straight from the Bronx!

- Yeah, we better than Salt 'n' Pepa.

- Yeah, they just two spices, we four.

- Oh, and they common spices, mm!

- Over here we got some perpetrators.

A bunch of Ice wannabes.

You see, Ice Cold, I'm the man,

but we got Ice Tray, Ice Coffee,

Ice Water, Ice Berg,

Ice Cup, Ice Box.

I mean, it gets real ridiculous

when people trying to bite your style,

you know what I'm saying?

But, hey, that's the way it is.

This is the rap world, what can I tell you?

- Hold up!

- Yo, yo, yo, kill that noise.

- We got to change the lineup here.

- [Man] Suck my ass, man!

- Listen, there's some groups that had some hits

last week, we keep our stuff current.

We're changing the lineup, George run it down.

- Yo, listen up.

Aight, opening up gonna be Touch Groove

followed by Vanilla Sherbet, then Yo Highness,

then Parsley, Sage, Rosemary N' Thyme,

followed by the Jam Boys, then followed by NWH.

[people exclaiming]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, money, how you gonna put these...

- In the house.

- Whatnots in front of the moneymaking Jam Boys?

- Simple, because they got the hit.

- It shouldn't be the Jam Boys,

maybe it should be special guest--

- Son of a bitch, fuck you!

- Slammer is gonna close the show.

That's it, it's over, I don't wanna hear no shit.

Doug, we out, let's go.

[people clamoring]

- NWH in the house!

- Sounds to me like somebody had to

take a step back tonight!

- Hello! [Ice laughing]

- Fuck y'all!

- I guess y'all got to face it.

You niggas is over.

- Oh, excusez-moi!

Do not, do not call them niggas, okay?

Just these three, buddy.

I appreciate it very much.

- Oh, I'm sorry, did I say niggas?

I meant...

- [Both] Pussies!

- Fuck this, man!

Fuck them, man!

- No, no, no somebody's gonna get--

[gun fires] [Friesch gasps]

Hurt.

- Let me...

Let me call you right back.

[body thuds]

- Look, I know this might not be the right time

to mention this, but I've heard that your last five

managers were killed.

Also by gunfire.

- Yeah, but they was all accidents.

I mean, you know, except for Whitey DeLuca.

- Yeah, we don't know what happened to him.

- Yeah. - Yeah, we do.

- [quietly] Yo, Tone.

- Oh, yeah, I forgot.

We don't know.

- Yeah, see, but see, you know, a lot of people been

coming down on us because a lot of our managers are white,

but there's a very good reason for that and this is it.

See, our first few managers was black

and in fact, they was our cousins, you know.

And, you know, so we just decided it would be

better for the black community

and our relatives, if we just started

having, you know, white managers from now on in.

- But make no mistake.

We hate to see Friesch go.

- It's gonna be hard for us to go out there and perform.

- Real hard.

- [Man] NWH, you on in five.

- But we can get over this shit if we have to.

[beeper beeping] Let's go.

- Let's go, let's go.

- [Ice] My beeper's off.

- So now, were you guys, as they say,

down with the riots?

- We was outta town.

That brother on TV, he just looked like me.

- No, I mean did you agree with the riots?

- Oh, hell yeah!

I mean, you know, the media was trying to say

that the people looting was, you know,

all lazy and didn't wanna work,

but I tell you what,

you try carrying a leather sofa all the way

from like Slauson and Crenshaw down to Pico

or Venice or something like that

and then going back for them matching end tables?

That's some work for your ass right there.

- Bet, even with three niggas.

Plus, you got to go through all that smoke and shit.

- Yeah, I mean, but you know, like T said,

we was out of town when this shit happened.

- So is it true that NWH is thinking about

putting a love song on the new album?

- Oh, yeah.

I mean, Tasty got that, he's hookin' that up.

- Yeah, check this out.

♪ I want to make you mine slap your fat behind ♪

♪ Tie you down and make you whine ♪

♪ I want you to scratch my itch and be my bitch ♪

♪ 'Cause I love you girl

- And I think that just shows his whole vulnerability,

you know?

- The black man was the first sensitive man,

long before Alan Alda.

- You know, there are some people that think

that you guys are misogynists.

A misogynist is a person that hates women.

- No, we love women.

- It's our civic duty to bang the booty.

- You tend to justify most of the things

that the group does in political terms.

On your song, Booty Juice,

what's the political significance?

- The butt is like society, which we want to see

as being openness and expansion, you understand?

But the white man wants to clog it up, keep it closed.

And we tryin' to get a foot up in that motherfucker,

you know what I mean?

And so, the easiest way to get your foot in there

is if it's all greased up and ready.

The butt, that is, aka society, right?

So what we're saying with Booty Juice is

when is your butt at its most juiciest?

When you dancing.

When you doing the nasty and stuff like that.

I mean, you know, I don't know,

I can't speak for your butt personally,

but I got some suspicions about it.

But anyhow, the thing is,

you want that sucker nice and greased

before you can slide on in there

and that, on a political tip, all we sayin' is,

we gon' get that ass.

[rap music]

♪ That booty juice juice juice

♪ Booty juice comes right from the source ♪

♪ What's the source an ass of course ♪

♪ The kind that spreads out extra wide ♪

♪ The kind that's nice when you come inside ♪

♪ It's fresh and ain't all pasteurized ♪

♪ But I always rise when I tap the thighs ♪

♪ 'Cause I like 'em big I like 'em greasy ♪

♪ I like 'em round and I like 'em easy ♪

♪ I like it when the girls step on the floor ♪

♪ Shakin' their booties just like a ho ♪

♪ I like it when it shakes in the pants so loose ♪

♪ But I love it when it's drippin' that booty juice ♪

♪ That booty juice

- You know, the other night I went to see the NWH show.

Just so I could see what it was like for myself

firsthand.

And when I got there, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Women, dressed like harlots!

Shaking everything that God give them.

And they're going to wring their drawers out

on stage!

Panties!

Full of sin!

All the freaks was all out their minds!

Let me hear you say freaks in the house!

- [Congregation] Freaks in the house!

[rap music]

♪ That's that booty juice

♪ That's that booty juice

- Welcome to my establishment.

I'll show you my new book I'm working on.

FYM by Ice.

- FYM?

- Yeah, Fuck Y'All Motherfuckers.

- That's a strong title.

- Yeah, 'cause it was written from a strong mindset.

See, you know how when people mess with you

and put you through a lot of shit?

You know, and you feel bad and then

they put you through some more shit

and it's like, you get tired of it

and you feel just like FYM.

Fuck Y'all Motherfuckers, you know?

And see, that's what the whole riots was all about.

The riots was one big FYM,

Fuck Y'all Motherfuckers.

- Are you planning a follow-up to this book?

- Oh, for certain, because I got a lot more to say.

I think it's gonna be called ASMD,

And Suck My Dick.

You know, I was gonna have it ASMBD,

And Suck My Black Dick,

but I'm more of a mocha colored motherfucker,

so that didn't really work.

Besides, that was four letters

and it didn't really fit on there that well.

But it's gonna be a two volume set

'cause I got a lotta shit to say.

People don't know.

- Excuse me.

What is this?

- Oh, you got the picture that I sent Chaka.

This is my pride and joy, my son Chaka,

and this is his momma, Re-Re.

- Rebecca.

Look, I told you not to dress that boy up like that

and I told you not to have him

hanging out with these knotty-haired little gangstas.

- Hey, this boy can rap

and I'm gonna team him up with Chaka,

'cause see, Chaka wants to be a rapper,

you know what I'm saying?

I got a whole thing going on here.

Check this out.

I put the pants over his head.

That's his head, sticking outta the crotch.

Then down there I got his feet coming out

of the shirt armpit holes, right?

And then I turn him upside down,

gonna have him rap like that, walk around on his hands,

he gonna knock Kriss Kross out the box,

'cause he gonna be upside down, see?

- Ice.

Ice! - Hmm?

- What does it take to get through to you?

The boy is not gonna be anybody's rapper.

- [Man] Dude, toss it over here!

- This is lovely.

- Yeah, I like it a lot.

Here you go, my European brother.

- Billy, get over here!

- Well, you see, I don't know all the neighbors yet,

I kinda just moved in.

- In time, I'm sure. - Yeah.

You see over there on the tippity top of the hill?

- Mm-hmm?

- That's where I live.

- That one with the red top?

- That's right.

I even got a shooting range, you wanna see it?

- I'd love to.

- Let's go.

- Never let 'em touch your soccer ball.

[gun firing] [bottles shattering]

- That's very impressive.

- Yeah, see, I'm gonna be ready.

Come on.

Duck!

[gun firing]

- Oh my god!

- Yeah, I hate that motherfucker, too.

- Duck!

Yee-haw!

See?

The cops would have shot homeboy, but I know better.

He was just chilling.

Now, see, this is my pride and joy.

- You sure?

It says danger.

- Yeah, come on.

- [Nina] Now, why do you need all these guns?

- Well, you see, guns, when they talk about gun control,

they talkin' about taking away our guns

so they can control us.

It ain't that kinda party.

So I'm gonna be packing and strapping

'cause T ain't napping.

- Hmm.

Uh, what's this one?

What is that?

- This is a very good choice, little chickadee.

You got eyes for this.

This is a Uzi, fully automatic.

- Hmm, I guess you have to really know

what you're doing to use one of those.

- Nah, this is a good jammy for beginners.

I mean, this is better than those auto-focus cameras.

You just spray the area.

- Do you know the caliber of all these guns?

- Uh, yeah.

This one here is for the little motherfuckers.

This one here is for a couple more motherfuckers.

And this here is for big motherfuckers.

- Are they registered with the state?

- State of siege. [laughs]

Let me show you something else before we go.

I just wanna show you this.

This is some Wile E. Coyote ACME shit.

The reason I got this is because

every time I watch them cartoons

this shit be blowing motherfuckers up.

So I figured I should use it.

- See, the first thing you got to do, Nina,

is put this piece of paper in here to keep the hole tight,

because nobody likes a sloppy hole.

Get it in there you'd be slipping out

if you don't have that in there.

You know, that pisses everybody off,

especially the ladies.

[rap music]

[scratching]

Yeah, that's funky there.

Gotta be careful, the ladies especially like this one.

See, your average motherfucker can't do this.

You got to have some lead in your dick for this one.

[scratching]

- Smooth ride.

I notice you have three pagers.

- Bet.

Uno, dos, tres.

- Why?

- Well, you know, I gotta be able to stay in touch

with everything I gotta be able to stay in touch with.

[siren blaring]

Now, see, this is the kinda shit that they do.

This is what I'm talking about.

Brother was minding his own business,

but see, I got some shit for they ass,

'cause this is my pooky right here.

It ain't even a thing.

- All right!

- I mean, fuck them!

- All right, all right, put your hands where

we can see them.

Both of you, put your hands up.

- What the?

- I got a lotta coffee and donuts in me,

don't push me!

- Man, you're not even a fucking...

You're a fucking security guard!

- Hey, this gun'll kill you just as good

as a real cop, you got that?

Yeah.

Moving slowly, put your left hand outside the car.

Take your right hand and put it over your left hand,

taking your forefinger and your thumb

from your right hand...

Hey!

I said forefinger, Mr. Fun!

Reach down and open the car door.

You're a little jokester, ain't ya?

Big old puffy hat.

Now, take your left foot and push the car door open.

Push it out.

- Can I let go of the door now?

- Let go of the door, push it with your left foot.

Bring your right foot over next to your left foot.

Now stand up, get your ass outta the car.

Hands up.

- They're up!

- Now, take your right buttock,

close that door.

- With what?

- Right cheek.

Don't get smart, I'm looking for an excuse.

[door shuts]

Get your ass on the car.

Hey, turn around!

Get your hands on the car, funny man.

Real funny with a big goddamn donut hat on, are you?

Now, you take that hat off

and no one's gonna get hurt.

How 'bout that?

- Take my hat off?

- Take the fucking hat off.

- Yo, motherfucker, nobody tells me to take my hat off.

Shit.

See, that's the way they try and do you, man.

They always wanna take a black man's hat,

but that ain't happening no more.

I got this camera crew, y'all,

and I got all these people here.

Look, see, we learned from that Rodney King stuff.

It ain't happening again.

Hey, we got a brother over here drawing the stuff

like they do in that courtroom style,

you know what I'm saying?

Just in case the tape and stuff runs out

and doesn't come up.

This shit ain't happening again.

- [Officer] Eureka.

- [Ice] Eureka?

- Don't tell me.

You shot the sheriff, but you did not shoot the deputy.

- Hey, man, I got permits for both of them guns, all right?

- [Officer] I bet you do. - That shit's legit.

- Sure you do.

- Sir, sir?

Look, here's his registration, okay?

- Just what the hell is this?

- That's a picture of me and the guy that sold me the car.

I want America to see this.

Is that cool for you?

Check it out, see that's me right there

and that's the white guy that sold me the car

in a fucked up checkered jacket.

Paid for it in cash.

Cash money.

- That's him?

- The guy that sold him the car.

- Well, the only crime I can get you on now

is taking a real shitty picture.

You're lucky this time.

I don't want you riding here no more

because that's when your luck will run out.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Fucking 3.35 an hour, minimum wage.

Get a decent job, you could buy a car.

Motherfuckers.

See?

See, that's the way they do you.

See what I'm talking about/

get a real job and you can get a real car, motherfucker.

Quit driving that toy shit

with little lights and shit on top of it.

- [Nina] That reminds me of that song you guys wrote,

Fuck the Security Guards.

- [Ice] That's why we wrote that song.

[rap music]

♪ Fuck you fuck you fuck you

- Yo look at that motherfucking security guard over there

staring at us.

- The motherfucker ain't nothing but a punk-ass bitch.

- Pissing me off, I oughta bust a cap in his fat ass.

- Yo, ay, what we gonna do?

- Just gonna piss on this motherfucker.

♪ NWH say fuck the security guards ♪

♪ He ain't a cop but he still wanna act hard ♪

♪ On patrol at a goddamn convenience store ♪

♪ Get in check you just a chump minimum wage ho ♪

♪ Just a slob in an ill-fittin' suit ♪

♪ Got a little bit of power so you wanna act the fool ♪

♪ Let some shit break out and what you gonna do ♪

♪ Can't get backup 'cause you don't got a crew ♪

♪ It seems like damn near every time I shop ♪

♪ I'm always getting clocked by some wannabe cop ♪

♪ Follows me around like a magnet ♪

♪ Eyes on my ass like a two-bit faggot ♪

♪ Why it gotta be I'm treated like thief ♪

♪ Because I'm black and wear a pager on my jeans ♪

♪ So it seems

♪ I'm gonna have to set the suckers straight ♪

♪ I turn around and say yo punk get out my face ♪

♪ And he wastes no time pointing to his fake badge ♪

♪ And real nightstick that can make a nigga hemorrhage ♪

♪ He got cuffs and mace and a gat on his hip ♪

♪ He makes a move but Ice Cold don't trip ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm wearing my hat and it sure feels good ♪

♪ Besides all that I'm straight out of the neighborhood ♪

♪ With flow I pull my AK47 gonna send an ACME rents ♪

♪ Punk cop straight to heaven

♪ Oh hell who cares where the motherfucker go ♪

♪ He's dead on the ground when I let the trigger go ♪

♪ Fuck fuck fuck the security guards ♪

♪ Fuck ruck fuck the security guards ♪

♪ Fuck you

- The association between rap and violence

is purely a fictitional thing

that is a result of media hype.

'Cause you know, NWH, we're anti-violent.

- I'll bust a cap in anybody's motherfucking ass

who thinks different.

- But it's true that you guys are the only group

to carry live weapons in your stage show.

- Yeah, that's a result of some shit that went down

back in Cincinnati.

We used to carry fake AK47s on stage.

They was plastic, right?

We pulled the shit out in Cincinnati,

the audience pulled some shit out on us.

Silly, crazy banana weapons.

- [Tasty] Stupid weapons, man.

- [Tone] Oh, it was ridiculous.

- How was them niggas living, you know?

So since then, we be ready for the knuckleheads

who's feeling froggy.

- Right, you know, trying to come at us

with a little something extra, right?

Besides that, we let people know we ain't

with the violence by putting out our music

and our videos.

Like we got one called A Gangsta's Life Ain't Fun.

[rap music]

♪ I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

♪ Like Scarface bitch I'm a superstar ♪

♪ Revered by all though I am the villain ♪

♪ Gaining more juice by the others I'm killin' ♪

♪ Profilin' and stylin'

♪ Drive a fly ride and the hos just pile in ♪

♪ I make gangsta money 'cause I'm gangsta bold ♪

♪ Fuck gangsta bitches wearing gangsta gold ♪

♪ And I kill by will with skillful thrills ♪

♪ Another way to pay the bills

♪ I'm the boy wonder god of thunder ♪

♪ Make a move and I'll put you under ♪

♪ I'm notorious I live glorious ♪

♪ I'm the fly gangsta that remains victorious ♪

♪ Get up in your top shelf clothes ♪

♪ Cold fuckin' the top shelf hos ♪

♪ And I'm the man they call number one ♪

♪ Don't try this shit at home a gangsta's life ain't fun ♪

♪ Tell 'em that's the mad hatter Ice ♪

♪ Don't be droolin' while he's schoolin' ♪

♪ 'Cause you'll be losing

♪ We coming to you on the e-pod tip ♪

♪ A gangsta's life ain't fun

♪ Ain't no waiting or hesitating ♪

♪ Just hype riff baiting

♪ 'Cause NWH is--

- Okay, boys and girls, I think we've all seen

enough of that video.

- [Kids] Aww!

- No, no, no, now I think that we all get the message

that being a gangsta isn't fun.

And to reinforce that message, we have some

very special guests today.

The Jam Boys.

[kids cheering]

And NWH.

[kids cheering]

Now, they have a very important message,

so let's sit back and listen very closely.

Let's start with NWH.

- Bet.

Yo, y'all, NWH in the house, right?

We're here to tell you youngsters that we know

there's a lot of evils and ills out there in the world

we want you to stay clear of.

- See, you gotta understand, when we was y'all's age,

right, we was already knocking off liquor stores

and stuff like that.

Yeah, you know what I'm saying?

Making serious ends.

- Word.

If you wasn't, you was a punk!

- Let me tell you something, these brothers are soft.

- You tell him, dog.

- You ever hear about Fort Knox?

- Tell 'em about Fort Knox, money!

Knox! - Tell 'em.

- I don't even wanna get into that, because you know,

because it's still pending and all.

- You know, before this gets outta hand,

just let me say this, all right?

Last year there was seven hundred billion dollars missing

from the nation's savings and loans.

I ain't gonna say no more.

- I'm sure that these gentlemen aren't

responsible for any savings and loans fraud.

- You right, teacher, 'cause they too stupid

to even think of something that brilliant.

And they too soft to even pull it off.

- Yo, we about as soft as a cock in a henhouse. [laughs]

- Look, how many times have you been shot?

Show 'em your wounds, Boot.

- No, no, no.

- No, no, no, they got little kids here.

This brother been shot 22 times.

- 22 times! - 22 times!

He ain't got no blood!

- Word. - Man, 22 times ain't nothing!

- Word, Tasty-Taste was shot with a bazooka!

- Okay?

- What you talking about, tuba breath?

- Look at him, man!

Just look at him!

He was six foot four before he got capped!

- Thank you, Toasty.

- Tasty.

- Um, excuse me, but I think the whole point here

was to uplift the children and--

- [Jam Boys] Shut up!

- Drop the bomb on that nigga, man.

- Flying mission!

- Aight, check this out, check this,

you wanna see soft?

Man, I was trying to be nice to y'all,

you know, 'cause we Rappers Against Violence

and I didn't want this stuff to get outta hand,

but check this out here.

My man here, he ain't even seen the hood.

My man used to go to a prep school.

- Who? - That was a pimp school, man!

- Look at this, look at this here.

Prep school.

Look, my man.

Class of '87.

See?

Bow tie, checkered pants.

He was on the glee club.

My man was on the yearbook staff.

He was the yearbook editor.

How you gonna be a hardcore OG gangsta

editing a yearbook?

- Well, that's great.

That is such a cute picture.

Let's pass it around the class--

- Give me that!

- Hey, hey, get back before I kick your ass,

you going to ruin our rep.

- Well, see it's uplifting for the kids

to see that kind of thing.

- Show 'em how much punk they was!

Show that piece of paper!

- You's a punk-ass bitch!

- [Tasty] Why you gotta curse in front of the fucking kids?

[all clamoring]

- Wait, wait, wait!

[guns cocking]

- Look out!

- Get off me, let me through here!

[children screaming] [guns firing]

Save yourself, save yourself!

I quit!

I'm outta here!

[woman laughs]

- Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, T!

- [Tasty] Yo.

- Man, come here.

- Be right back.

- [Woman] All right.

- Let me talk to you for a minute.

Let me talk to him in private for just a second.

- Yo, man, what's up?

- What's up with you and Cheryl?

She coming with us to Cincinnati?

- Yeah, ain't no biggie.

- Y'all ain't like, you know...

- We just rolling.

- All I got to say man, is baby got a rep.

- Cheryl?

- Word, man!

I mean, she been out there on the front lines.

- You crazy, man.

- What's up?

- Nothing, we just chilling.

- Yeah, we just talking.

- About?

- Nothin'.

- About?

- Well, some nigga talkin' out the side

and like, he heard some shit about you.

- What'd you hear?

- You got a big mouth.

Nothin'.

I hear nothin'.

- I wanna know.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, he heard some shit about you.

He heard that you been around.

- Around?

- Yeah, that's what I heard.

I heard you been around.

I mean, I heard you been like, hither and tither,

to and fro, near and far,

yonder and close-- - Yo, Ice, yo, we got it.

- Left and right and back and forth.

- We got it.

- So that's what you heard, huh?

- Yeah, and it's just a rumor.

Right?

- Yeah, baby.

Remember what I told you about jealousy?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's a motherfucker.

But I'm with you.

You're my baby.

Please don't let that fool ruin us.

- I won't. - Okay, baby.

My baby.

You go ahead, I'll catch up.

I gotta get my bag.

- Aight, hurry up.

- All right.

- Damn, this nigga.

She is playin' his ass.

- [laughs] Do you have a problem with me?

- Yo, I just don't wanna see my boy

gettin' played like that.

You know what I'm saying?

I mean, that's my boy, I gotta look out for him.

- No, do you have a problem with me?

- Look, what I'm saying is,

I've known this motherfucker for a long time.

- Do you have a problem with me?

- I've known this motherfucker before you were here,

all right?

Before you were thought about.

- Well, I'm with him now.

Do you have a problem with me?

- I just might.

- Cool.

- So, now, you're Cheryl C.

And I notice you've hooked up with Tasty.

- Yeah.

- How did that happen?

- Ooh, let's see.

Tasty and I...

Who are you?

- I'm sorry, I'm Nina Blackburn,

and I'm doing a documentary on language

and communication and I'm kind of

following the group around.

- So you're on the road with them?

- [Nina] Yes.

- Uh-huh.

- [Nina] Don't worry.

[Cheryl laughs]

So, now, where did you first meet Tasty?

- Tasty and I met kinda sorta at a concert,

but not really.

I mean, I was hanging out backstage

and we hooked up.

- [Nina] You meet a lot of men hanging out backstage?

- It's not like that.

I mean, there are there girls, honey,

who are straight up skeezers, who will look to

jump on a brother's jock just 'cause he's

got a little money, you know, a little fame.

That's not me.

- [Nina] How many celebrities have you been out with?

- [scoffs] I don't know, 14.

[rap music]

- Yes!

Yes!

So, what you think, Marty?

- Ah, I am in awe.

Fantastic.

- Yo, run that again, aight?

- Oh, actually, we gotta get over to the studio,

huh, Ice?

- [Tone] Where you going?

- Oh, man, I forgot.

I'm supposed to go do this audition thing with Jack today.

- Aw, no, Ice.

We supposed to be finishing the tracks today.

- Well, don't worry about it,

we'll be right back, huh?

- What's more important, that stupid audition or NWH?

- Hey, look, man, I said I'm gonna be back,

I'm gonna be back, all right?

I'm outtie. [snaps]

- Hey, uh, I'm gonna be sure to get you guys

auditions, too, you know.

- Oh, so you just outtie, huh, Ice?

- I'm outtie, man.

- Nigga think he bigger than the rest of the group.

- Yo, on the serious three and a half percent tip,

the second letter of the English alphabet is B.

Think about it.

- Shut the fuck up!

- They got me out here playing this cop on this movie deal,

you know.

But they had to force me to do this shit,

'cause you know, I ain't with the cops and stuff.

I really personally don't like most of the motherfuckers.

I mean, you know, that ain't me, I gotta stretch.

Man, look at this, I'm carrying this little revolver.

You know I have an AK out this mug.

And then this, look here, listen to this.

"Yo motherfucker, drop it."

Now, how am I sound saying some shit like that?

I just bust a cap in their ass and shit be over with, but--

Oh, oh, check this out.

This is Jike Spingleton.

This is director of New Mack Village,

this little film we're doing.

- Yeah.

Hey, hey, don't turn the camera off,

I got something to say.

I got something to say to John and to Spike

and to Matty.

You stole my shit!

I had the hat before you did, I had the glasses

before you did, and I was short before you were!

Wasn't I?

- Yeah, they stole all his shit, man.

I mean, this motherfucker was short,

nearsighted, and angry long before y'all motherfuckers.

- I'm pissed.

- I heard.

- [Man] Jike, we're ready.

- They're ready.

- All right, man.

- [Man] Scene 59, take three, marker.

[slate clacks]

- Now, I done told you about holding back on me!

Now, kicking out freebies to your friends

ain't part of the program.

This ain't no Mickey D's

and it ain't no happy hour.

So the next time you come up short, it's your behind.

You got it?

I want my money!

- Rico!

I knew you was low, but making little babies

sell your product?

I didn't even think you would be that low.

- Hey, I ain't got nothin'!

- Prove it!

- I ain't got nothin',

I done told you I ain't got nothin', man!

[dramatic music]

I ain't got nothin'!

I ain't got nothin', man!

- Freeze, Rico!

- I'll take 'em hostage!

- No, you won't!

[gun firing]

Shit!

- Man, I told you I ain't got no dope!

- What's this?

What's this?

And I'll tell you another thing, motherfucker.

You ain't calling my mama no more and them bitches.

- What, that ho?

Oh, god!

- I'm taking your ass in with the rest of the creeps

and the motherfuckers in the motherfucking place

where the creeps and the motherfuckers is.

Don't be doing this shit no more.

[baby screaming]

The baby!

[car tires screeching]

Ooh!

Oh, boy!

Come here, junior.

Hey, you lucky, little man.

I tell you, you gotta straighten up.

[beeper beeping] You be too young to be wearing

beepers and stuff on your head.

Give me that.

Oh, look, you a little white child, too.

Don't let 'em tell you this stuff ain't

going out in the neighborhood.

Boy, it ain't too late for you to straighten up.

And it ain't too late for you either.

- Cut!

And print!

That shit was the bomb!

That shit was the bomb!

I'm the shit!

I'm on your ass and you know who I'm talking about.

Am I right?

- Yeah!

- Am I right?

Yeah!

Yeah!

Get this shit over here and let us move on!

- This motherfucker!

- Hey.

- Yo, Tone, where's Ice?

- Hey, man... [scoffs]

He ain't gonna miss no gig.

- He missed the soundcheck.

- Yeah, he missed the soundcheck.

- He gon' be here.

he probably ran just a little over schedule

on that movie thing.

- And why is he the only one doing a movie?

- Cheryl, please.

- All I'm saying is he's getting all the props

and y'all are being pushed in the background.

- Okay, way in the blackground.

Yo, Tone, Ice is off point.

- Hey, man, I ain't gonna even trip, all right?

- All right.

But if you ask me, he's treating both of y'all

like a buncha fools.

And I don't know, but you better look out.

And I don't trust that Marty the manager either.

- Well, ain't nobody asking you.

Look, I ain't gonna let you undermine

my spiritual oneness here tonight.

You understand me?

Tasty, I suggest you do the same, my brother.

- Tasty'll do what Tasty wants to do.

And tonight what you wanna do is talk to Marty and Ice

and get this shit cleared up,

because you deserve everything Ice is getting, plus some.

- Hello, guys.

Sorry we're late.

- Yo, hon, how you doing?

- Have a good show tonight, huh?

Gonna knock 'em dead, huh?

Sorry, we had airport traffic.

Okay, let's go out there and do it, huh?

- Yo, man.

I saw the crowd out front.

Tonight's show is gonna be phat and all that.

- You better go get dressed, huh?

Come on, the show's gonna begin pretty soon.

- Bet.

Yo, um, T.

Could you excuse your lady, man?

- Yo, Cheryl, he gotta get dressed.

Why don't you step out--

- No, no, no, don't you have something you want to say?

- I was gonna talk to him later.

- No, baby, you need to talk now.

You need to deal with this.

T is tired of y'all doggin' him.

- Doggin' him?

- And quite frankly, so am I.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Obviously the only person here

who cares about T's welfare.

- How long you been on welfare?

- I'm the one who wants to know

why T isn't doing a film

and why T isn't getting the interviews.

And why T isn't getting the same hype you're getting.

- Maybe you need to ask T why he's putting up

with your trifling ass.

- You don't talk to me like that.

- I just did.

- I know your type, I been wat-

I been watching him, baby.

- Yeah, she been telling me stuff about you

to watch out for. - Mm-hmm!

- Yo, man, I don't have to listen to this bitch

in the fucking NWH dressing room, man.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Don't be calling her a bitch, man!

Why it gotta be about that?

- Hey, hey!

Hey!

Look, man, let's just do this show, all right?

- [Tasty] Yeah.

- Let's get out there and perform, 'cause we don't

get paid if we don't perform.

Now, first things first, deal with this shit later.

[crowd cheering]

- T, man, just step off.

Step off!

- I told you if you put your hands on me,

I'll have to fuck you up.

- Man, you got a problem, man?

I'll start some shit right now.

- I told you don't--

[both grunting]

That's right, how you feel?

[all clamoring]

- Come on, get up!

[crowd cheering]

We really need to talk about

what happened out there tonight.

- No, no, no, no.

I think we need to talk about

what didn't happen out there tonight

and what didn't happen is that we didn't get paid.

Now, we roll up on another gig,

I don't get my motherfucking money,

I will kick a nigga's motherfucking ass if I have to!

- Okay, okay, okay.

No need to get loud.

We can all work this out.

- How we gonna work anything out

when he treating you like you a second class citizen?

- Yeah, I'm getting punked.

- Y'all doggin' T, that ain't right.

- Okay, okay, let's just calm down and work this out, okay?

- This is supposed to be us, NWH.

I ain't got my bitch in the motherfucker.

Tone, if he had a bitch,

she wouldn't be in this motherfucker.

What the fuck is she doing here, man?

She ain't supposed to be here, man.

She ain't supposed to be here.

That bitch should be outtie.

- I ain't going nowhere.

- She ain't going nowhere.

- Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?

So you gonna side with her?

I'm your boy, you gonna side with her,

well, that's all right, I don't know what kinda

ill shit this, motherfucker, but aight.

- Look--

- He can't tell you and me what to do.

- You can't tell me and her what to do.

- Motherfucker, somebody need to tell you somethin', man,

'cause she ganking you.

See, she's licking your ass like a fucking lollipop

in this motherfucker.

- So what you saying?

- What I'm saying?

Motherfucker!

What the fuck am I saying?

Motherfucker...

Shit, where's your wallet, man?

Where is your motherfucking wallet?

- I got it.

- [Tone] Damn!

- Yeah, well, she just holds onto my wallet while I perform.

So what?

- So what?

Motherfucker, just count your fucking ends

the next time you get that motherfucker back.

If you get it back!

- I know he better stop disrespecting me.

- Yo, you better stop dissin' Cheryl.

- Motherfucker.

Motherfucker, you gonna make me stop

disrespecting that bitch?

- Hell, yeah, I'm gonna make you, nigga.

- Well, let's go, motherfucker.

- Come on, Dr. Seuss.

Let's go!

Come on, come on.

I ain't scared of your ass.

- Calm down before somebody gets hurt.

- Word, man, Marty's right.

Yo, if y'all gonna go at this, man,

you got to come clean.

Drop your shit.

- [Both] Aight.

- Aight.

There it is.

- Motherfucker.

- See?

Take the clip out and everything on your ass.

- Yeah, aight, yeah.

Here you go.

Here you go.

I'm outtie.

I'm dropping everything, okay?

I'm dropping everything.

[gun clatters]

Wait, wait a minute, wait.

I wanna be totally raw with you, nigga,

[clanks] 'cause I ain't afraid of you.

Uzi. [clanks]

HK.

Switch. [clanks]

Let's go, nigga!

Come on, nigga--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, brothers, brothers, brothers.

You gotta remove the hats.

- Yeah.

- You right about that.

- Right.

- Hold that for me baby.

Matter fact, I'm taking this shit off.

- I'm taking my shit off, too.

- I'm taking my shit off.

Come on, come on. - I'm taking my shit off, too.

- Come on, I'm with that.

- Ain't gonna have you pull a knife

and fuck up my good jacket.

- Oh, hell, no.

I'm gonna whip you buck-naked, come on.

- Fuck up my gear and shit.

- [Tasty] Come on!

Come on, man, let's go.

- [Ice] Let's go, motherfucker!

- All right, come on, let's go, man.

I ain't havin' it, motherfucker.

- You niggas gonna fight or fuck?

- Let's go!

- Hey, hey!

Stop!

That's enough.

Let's go to sleep.

We'll talk about this in the morning.

- Bet, that might be the move.

- I could work with that.

- I could work with that.

- So, now, you are not afraid to um,

work with a group whose last five managers were killed?

- No, no, no.

You know, a lot is made of that, but uh,

it's really no big deal, you know.

Those happened to have been very, very tragic accidents,

but uh, nothing deliberate.

- No fear at all?

- No, no.

Oh, you mean this?

No, no, no, I just...

I keep this because it's uh,

you know, it's just something that the guys have.

You know, the guys are into guns,

so I thought I'd get one because um...

You know, it's something we can talk about.

It's like a male bonding kind of thing,

you know what I mean?

I don't keep it loaded.

Look, see, it's empty, and I keep the bullets hidden.

I certainly don't plan on ever using it.

You don't need to apologize,

but we need to talk this out, all right?

I mean, he's as upset about this as you are.

- Okay, but if he even begins to act ill,

I'm through with his ass, Marty.

- Okay, okay.

Let's just, let's just calm things down,

let's talk things out, all right?

- All right.

[door beeps]

- Morning.

- Yo, Ice.

Wake up, man.

- [Marty] Wake up.

Good morning!

- [Tasty] Yo, Ice!

- [Marty] Good morning!

- Wake up.

- Yo, man, got the sunshine coming in and everything?

What's up?

- Wake up, we gotta talk.

- Listen, you gotta get up.

We gotta talk about this, this is important.

- What is it, man?

Let's talk, let's...

Uh...

- Wake up, man, we gotta talk.

- Let's talk later, man.

I mean, you know, I got somebody here right now, man,

so we should just talk a little later,

you know what I'm saying?

- [Marty] Oh, I'm sorry, we didn't--

- Yo, Martin, don't worry about it, man.

I seen him with a pow-pow before,

it ain't no big deal.

- [quietly] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!

- Oh, shit!

- Oh, shit.

- Oh, shit!

- Oh, shit!

- That's it!

That's it, everybody's gonna die!

- [Marty] Okay, okay, listen-- - Bullshit!

- [Marty] That's enough!

- How could you do this, Ice?

- Man, I told you, baby's a freak.

- [Marty] Put 'em down!

- Oh, I'm gonna have to kill your ass!

- Well, then we just gonna be two dead motherfuckers.

'Cause I ain't dying alone.

- Okay, that's enough!

Put 'em down before somebody gets hurt!

Oh, my god!

I need my bullets.

- What the fuck is wrong with you, Cheryl?

- Ain't nothing wrong with me a man can't fix.

- Oh, so you saying I ain't a man?

- I'm saying I needed what I needed when I needed it.

- So what'd you buy her, Ice?

- Nothing, man, that bitch is a ho.

- Ho?

- Yeah, you heard him, you's a ho.

- Oh, I ain't gonna be too many more hos

in this motherfucker.

Fuck this shit.

Fuck it!

- Oh, shit!

- Oh, shit!

[door opens]

- Shit!

- What's up, money grip?

[shouts] Oh, shit!

- Oh, come on, now!

- Man, see, now you got this motherfucker involved!

Everybody here is gonna die!

[all clamoring]

- Stop before somebody gets killed!

[gun fires]

[bullet ricocheting]

- Damn!

- It was your fault, motherfucker!

Man, you should never have done nothing like this!

- You ain't shouldn't have been bringing that babe

on the tour anyhow, man!

- Hear that?

I'll shoot your dick off, motherfucker!

[all bickering]

- My dick is getting hard!

I been waiting for this!

Yeah!

[all bickering]

- [Nina] This incident proved to be the final straw.

NWH was history.

Now, this album is your first artistic venture

since leaving NWH.

- Yeah, well, you know, um, I thought it was time

for me to step off, you know,

and kick that whole NWH thing to the curb for a minute

and find my own flavor, you know what I'm saying?

- You say that this album is politically oriented,

but this song is called Come Pet the P-U-S-S-Y.

- Come Pet the Pussy.

Yeah, but we do, I do say P-U-S-S-Y in the song

'cause I set it up like that,

kinda like it's the letters.

You know, like an analagram.

- Anagram?

- Like an anagram, you know what I'm saying?

So it's like P is Political,

U Unrest, S Stabilizes, another S Society,

Y Year.

- [Nina] No.

- Yeah.

- And so what we're saying is if we wanna change

this madness that's going on in our community,

in our world, then we gotta step to the pussy,

step to this ideology.

We gotta embrace the pussy.

You understand?

Embracing the...

You ever had your pussy embraced?

- Uh...

- I mean, has someone like really came up and just,

you know, embraced that motherfucker?

[upbeat music]

♪ P-U-S-S-Y yo yo yo

♪ P-U-S-S-Y yo yo yo

♪ P-U-S-S-Y yo yo yo

♪ P-U-S-S-Y yo yo yo

♪ Come and pet the pussy

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Come and pet the pussy

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Political unrest stabilizes society yes ♪

♪ And I must confess

♪ When you stop to it step to it hard ♪

♪ It'll open up so don't bogart ♪

♪ The P the U the S and another S Y ♪

♪ Pet it and you will decide

♪ The fate of this entire nation ♪

♪ When it comes you'll get total elation ♪

♪ So step to the L-I-P-S

♪ Then pucker up and press

♪ Your lips to the lips of the funk ♪

♪ Between the hips

♪ Nah this ain't no dis

♪ Time to stand erect and gain entry ♪

♪ To the richness that waits within see ♪

♪ Gotta work hard if we wanna groove it ♪

♪ I'm in it to win it so let's do it ♪

♪ Come and pet the pussy

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Come and pet the pussy

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

- So, now, your new group...

- The New Human Formantics.

- Yes.

What does that mean?

- Well, it's a new way of looking at the human form.

See, you might notice, but I'm not black.

- You're not?

- It took me a long time to realize that,

but um, I'm not black

or colored or Negro or African American or morani

or high yellow or Creole.

None of those labels that society places on us.

You see, I don't see color anymore.

You know, I look at people and everybody seems

to be the same shade.

- You sure it's not the glasses?

- I'm just a human being.

[upbeat hip hop]

♪ You are just like me

♪ I'm just a human

♪ I am just like you

♪ I'm just a human

♪ We all stand or sit when we pee ♪

♪ I'm just a human

♪ Just a human being

♪ You are just like me

♪ I'm just a human

♪ I am just like you

♪ I'm just a human

♪ We all stand or sit when we pee ♪

♪ I'm just a human

♪ Just a human being

♪ When I doo-doo is my shit not brown ♪

♪ It's a universal thing we all flush it down ♪

♪ When you wipe do you look at the tissue ♪

♪ Most folks do it ain't even an issue ♪

♪ Hot stuff makes it burn coming out ♪

♪ I bet everyone knows what I'm talking about ♪

♪ 'Cause we're all one race on this planet ♪

♪ We all burp and fart and that's the way God planned it ♪

♪ So don't act like you're superior ♪

♪ Eat something bad and just like me ♪

♪ You'll get diarrhea

♪ 'Cause black white yellow red brown or gold ♪

♪ Our shit all comes from the same little hole ♪

♪ You are just like me

♪ I'm just a human

♪ I am just like you

♪ I'm just a human

♪ We all stand or sit when we pee ♪

♪ I'm just a human

♪ Just a human being

♪ You are just like me

♪ I'm just a human

♪ I am just like you

♪ I'm just a human

♪ We all stand or sit when we pee ♪

♪ I'm just a human

♪ Just a human being

- So, you're looking, um, well.

- You see my new album?

- No.

- Brand new from the Tasty, aka Tasty-Taste!

Extreme Use of Force.

Now, see that's Ice's ass, right?

And that's me with the jackhammer,

so you know what's going on.

- You hate Ice.

- That high yellow goatee wearing cock-blocker

skeezer-grabbin' block-headed punk motherfucker!

I hate him!

Like I was saying, I do things on my album

that he would never do.

- And you mean songs like um,

The Ice Man Melteth, Icy Eat Me,

Fuck Ice.

- But see, the cut you didn't mention that's dope,

sister, is the cut called I'm Gonna Kick Your Booty.

Where I put my foot up some Ice.

[rap music]

♪ Left right left you're toothless ♪

♪ Left right left you're toothless ♪

♪ Hit me monkey hit me

♪ Yeah suckers it's me

♪ The diddly diddly T

♪ Servin' up dynamite

♪ And striking like a cobra

♪ At the foot of the bed

♪ It's over when I leave you for dead ♪

♪ Ice melts when the T gets hot ♪

♪ Ice cracks when the T does rock ♪

♪ Gonna hit you so hard you scream ♪

♪ How could a little nigga be so mean ♪

♪ I'm ready to blast like a megaton ♪

♪ Strong I last for millennium

♪ You're gonna feel stressed

♪ When you mess with the best

♪ The one and only Tasty

♪ Yeah power packed like TNT

♪ When I rickety rickety rock

♪ You get no relief

♪ From the barrage of bombs I'm droppin' ♪

♪ On your head and the ammo ain't stoppin' ♪

♪ Packed stacked tracks that ain't ever whack ♪

♪ And I ain't jacked sucka step to the back ♪

♪ It's not a game when the T attacks you ♪

♪ You so weak I could just bitch slap you ♪

♪ I'm gonna kick your black ass ♪

♪ T's gonna kick your black ass ♪

♪ I'm gonna kick your black ass ♪

♪ Granny says kick your black ass ♪

- Tasty-Taste may be looking to do more

than kick just Ice Cold's booty.

It seems his latest manager has ripped Tasty off

for more than a few thousand dollars.

In other NWH news, Ice Cold now finds himself

embroiled in a lawsuit filed by Mabel Ann Jackson,

who claims she's received neither credit

nor compensation for singing the female lead vocal track

on the Ice Plant single Come and Pet the P.U.S.S.Y.

With us right now in the studio is Tiffini,

who refutes Mabel Ann's claim and says it was

definitely her voice that sang the vocal track on that song.

Tiffini?

Hi, uh I'd like you to listen to something and tell me

if this is really your voice, okay?

♪ Come and pet the pussy hey hey hey ♪

♪ Hey hey hey

♪ Hey hey hey

Now, you're saying that's definitely you.

- Hai.

That's um, my voice.

Uh, "Come and pet the pussy."

- Tiffini, a lot of people are having trouble

imagining how someone with an accent

as pronounced as yours can sound so black.

- I speak Japanese, but um, I sing black.

Like Paula Abdul. [laughs]

- I know you didn't!

You know damn well you didn't sing

Come Pet the P.U.S.S.Y.

I sang that song.

- No, I sing song!

- Bitch, please!

[Tiffini screams]

- I sing song!

I sing!

I sing song!

I sing song!

- In further NWH news, Tone Def,

former spiritual member of NWH and currently on his own

with New Human Formantics,

has run into some trouble in New York City.

- [Tiffini] I sing song!

- It seems some cabbies there aren't buying

Tone's assertion that he's not black.

First he was turned down by a cabbie on Broadway

and then when he attacked the car,

reportedly screaming, "I'm not black,

"I am only human," the cabbie jumped out

and together with some nearby colleagues,

proceeded to beat Tone until police arrived.

In New York City apparently being human isn't enough.

I'm Kurt Loder, still white and reportedly human,

in New York City.

[TV clicks off]

- See, that's some bullshit.

'Cause my album sold way more than that, you know?

- Nah, man, your album was like dookie on the street.

It just sat there and stank.

- I thought you homies came to cheer me up.

- Sorry, man. - Sorry.

- I mean, I know we shouldn't be acting like this

with you all laid out and everything.

- Look at this shit, all hooked up.

[Tone groans in pain]

- Man.

- I'm sorry.

- Hook it back up, man.

He's got his nuts all swinging out when you did that.

[Tasty laughs]

- Fuck you.

- Oh, man, well, fuck you, man.

- Why don't you all put this shit in check

before I have to get out of this bed

and fuck both y'all up?

- You right, Tone.

You was wrong, Ice.

- Hey, man, um, I'm sorry, aight?

I want both of y'all to know that, you know,

even though NWH ain't nothing,

y'all ever need me, I'm there.

- Yeah, I got your back, you know, whatever.

We got too much history and whatnot.

- I'm glad you niggas said that, 'cause

I need one of y'all to grab that bedpan

and stick it up underneath my ass.

- It ain't that kinda party.

- I'm giving you more time than you need already.

You go out there, you do the new one,

Put Your Mouth Where Your Manhole Is,

whatever it is.

- No, Put Your Mouth Where--

- Yeah, that's the cut, all right, that's the new one.

They haven't heard that, you know what I'm saying?

You go out there and you bust that one.

Look at it this way, man,

how many times do you think they want to hear you

do Come Pet the P.U.S.S.Y.?

- Look, man, I'll do Put Your Manhole Where My Mouth Is,

right, and then I'll go into Come Pet the P.U.S.S.Y., bro.

- What you doing, begging for more stage time?

Write a hit! [laughs]

- You need to quit, sucker. [laughs]

- Hey, motherfucker.

Yo, you lie down with dogs

and then you wake up with disease, motherfuckers.

- Look, man...

- Yo, man, you seen Ice?

- He's trying to get some more time.

They only gave me seven.

- Seven?

They gave me four to do I'm Only Human.

I don't wanna do that shit, man.

You know what, I'll tell you what,

I was wrong on that.

- Yeah?

- But on my next joint, I ain't talkin' about nothin'

except for doing something about these punk-ass cab drivers.

What's up?

- Yo, Ice, did you get more time?

- No, man.

I'm getting tired of this two song per show bullshit.

- Bet.

Hey, it ain't like it was when we was NWH.

- What up, Tone, Taste, Ice.

I heard y'all talking to Lucky about the time thing.

- Yeah, man.

What, you out the joint, huh?

- Uh-huh, been out three months now.

- Just in time for your boys to drop their new beats, huh?

- No, no, no, they dropped me when I went to jail,

but such is life.

I got a new group, Peaches and Cream.

We're dropping a new cut, Yo Yo Yogurt.

Gonna be real smooth, right?

But check it out.

Since I don't have the Jam Boys anymore,

I'm looking for a new crew.

Thought y'all might be interested.

- I got my cousin doing my shit now.

- Yeah, you know I been looking for somebody, but uh...

- Yeah, I'm kinda doing my shit on my own.

- No, no, no, no, no, not as individuals.

I'm talking about putting NWH back together again.

Bustin' mad funky beats so phat

that y'all can't help but blow up.

- I don't know, man, I mean,

we in different creative spaces here.

- Yeah, I'm not sure I ain't still mad enough

to try and kill this motherfucker.

- Besides, man, you the same nigga

that shot one of our managers.

I mean, how is that ill shit gonna look?

- [Ice] Yeah, I mean, that is something to think about.

- Think about this.

I went and talked to Be Real Records today.

They're talking about giving y'all $400,000

to go back in the studio and perform.

I mean, that's deep, deep Jacques Cousteau pockets.

And on top of that, nine points.

We're talking about old wrinkly white people money here.

So deja vu, it's back on you.

- Well, artistically, i could make a move backward

to make that step forward, you know.

- The mad is leaving me.

- Tell you what, my brothers, spiritually

[bell jangling]

it feels good as a motherfucker.

- Uh-huh, all right.

Let's play.

- Yo man, why you gotta come back on us here?

- Yeah, we the damn headliners!

- Say, man, look, we got some special surprise guests

coming on.

- [Announcer] We got something special tonight.

You all remember NWH.

Well, tonight for the first time in a year, NWH!

- Booyah!

Bank, bank, bank, bank, bank.

- Yeah, boy, we back in the house!

- In the house in full effect to the top.

- Tasty!

- Gentlemen.

- You know what I'm saying?

- Good to see ya.

Hey, good to see you.

- I got a bottle of syrup that looks like you!

[crowd cheering]

- [Crowd] NWH!

NWH, NWH, NWH!

NWH! [cheering]

[hip hop music]

♪ Keep your head covered and wear your hat ♪

♪ To avoid all the noise that destroys the black ♪

♪ Or they take you out one by one ♪

♪ Basted baked and done a nigga dead ♪

♪ From exposure to the sun

♪ Victim of hostile elements

♪ Not so swell events

♪ Designed to keep the black irrelevant ♪

♪ Hats in the ghetto streets decrease the bloodshed ♪

♪ Hats in between the sheets you won't be dead ♪

♪ Hats to preach and teach to freeze the knucklehead ♪

♪ Hats dealing with the police and you won't get bled son ♪

♪ I ain't done huh

♪ Ice beats the heat with a bigger gun ♪

♪ Busting caps and breathing truth ♪

♪ Wearing hats and save the youth ♪

♪ While your drinking 40s and eight balls ♪

♪ I'm taking a roll call to see ♪

♪ Who's down to fight the white, y'all ♪

♪ I ain't stopping nah I'm steady blocking ♪

♪ My lid's on tight so their knees keep knocking ♪

♪ We the niggas have pulled all the triggers ♪

♪ Taking no prisoners break it down to the figures ♪

♪ Fresh from the battle but not fatigued ♪

♪ My hat's made of medal to avoid debris ♪

♪ Yo G they stole the Kangol right off my head ♪

♪ Yeah better grab a fedora instead ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ It's pretty sly the way they be snubbing ya ♪

♪ Gram a brim, babushka, or a yarmukle ♪

♪ Yo G what about a bonnet

♪ It really don't matter just put a lid on it ♪

♪ They want nothing but to see you fall ♪

♪ They wanna keep a brother buried and bald ♪

♪ Hat on your head wear your hat ♪

♪ Hey here come the rain

♪ Wear your hat

♪ Here come the bullshit

♪ Wear your hat

♪ Wear your hat

[fireworks exploding]

♪ Wear your hat

♪ Wear your hat

♪ Wear your hat

♪ Wear your hat

- See, NWH, or Niggaz with Hats, as we prefer,

I mean, we have all kinds of hats.

I'm talking beanies, Kangols, fedoras, uh...

- [Ice] Scarves, babushkas...

- Baseball caps, beanies.

- Yarmulkes.

- Yarmulkes?

- [Ice] Yarmulkes!

I'm talking about some really fresh

motherfuckin' hats in a wide variety.

- Well, you certainly do have some very interesting hats.

- Oh, we always moving.

- Never sit still.

- We like the wind.

- Outta here.

- Take away the pornography,

take away, you know, the women bashing,

take away all the uh, Kill Whitey stuff,

take it all away

and you've got the kids next door, you really do.

- Next door to you?

- Not me.

- Now, why do you need so many tennis shoes?

- Well, you know, uh,

some men, a car is an extension of himself, or...

Tennis shoes are for me an extension of who I am,

you understand?

Plus, I get them for free.

- You've got an endorsement, then?

- Yeah, my cousin Ricky endorses me all the time.

You know, he works down at the shoe store in the mall,

you know, so this is my first pair.

He gave me those for my very first concert.

- See, I want you all to understand something.

Like, when I say nigga I don't mean nigga

in the way that a lotta people when they say nigga

mean nigga, right?

'Cause to me nigga breaks down to a whole different thing.

Like, check this out, like, see,

nigga stands for Naturally Intelligent Gonna Get,

you know, like, Ahead.

But you might even wanna take it a little bit further

than that.

It's like you might say nigga stands for

Naturally Intelligent Gonna Get that Ass.

Now, there's no T in there, that would be niggta.

But you pretend that T is there, right?

So you got Naturally Intelligent Gonna Get Ass.

Then that ass stands for Naturally Intelligent Gonna Get

A, another, S, system,

S, started.

- This is a bazooka, see?

And you just pick this up like this.

[Tasty grunts]

It's, it's kind of heavy.

But I figured if I couldn't pick it up,

I need to have it.

- Why would you need a bazooka?

- Well, sometimes you gotta take out stuff like a bus,

or a building, or a bunch of motherfuckers.

- Do you worry that you have a lot of enemies?

More than the average guy?

- So what you trying to say?

You trying to say that I'm like paranoid and stuff?

Do I look like the kind of person that would be paranoid?

I mean, when you rolling with this

would you be paranoid?

- This is, as per my song Booty Juice,

bottled Booty Juice.

This is gonna be big.

Check it out, let me turn on the Booty Juice display.

[liquid pouring]

It's not pasteurized, it ain't from concentrate,

and I tell you what, we just like Evian around here.

We get our Booty Juice straight from the source,

believe that.

And I see you got a little source behind you

we might be able to use.

- Thanks, I like to keep my juices to myself.

- All right, well you let me know if we can

ever stick a tap into that and we can all make some money,

you know what I'm saying?

- What exactly is the difference

between a ho and a bitch?

- A ho fucks everybody.

- Right, but see, a bitch fucks everybody but you.

- Now this is, here, this is something back in,

you know, my more troubled days,

back when I was bangin' like you wouldn't believe.

See this?

This was my angry shoe, I called it.

- Why?

- Well, you know, because it was like two or three

sizes too small.

You put that motherfucker on, right away you angry.

You know, especially if you got to walk a block or two,

make your face go...

You know, I was angry at Rick for months after that shit.

- Look at this, I saw this laying over here.

The NWH divider and shit.

This is when you know you blowin' up

major, crazy large, because then they take you

out of that generic N bullshit

where they put all the whack niggas, you know?

- Word.

- They had one or two fucked up albums.

- [Tasty] Yeah, yeah.

- We got some hats now, motherfuckers.

- Okay, and we ain't too tired

to bust a cap in your ass.

- Believe that.

[hip hop music]

♪ People ask why I walk this way ♪

♪ Protection first is all I say ♪

♪ I got it they want it believe it they'll steal it ♪

♪ Some of them punks just wanna feel it ♪

♪ When they see me grip with both hands ♪

♪ It's black thing they don't understand ♪

♪ It's true they wanna take it all ♪

♪ So before they rip you ball to ball ♪

♪ Cup your hands cover up

♪ NWH says grab your stuff

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it

♪ Grab it

♪ Grab your stuff

♪ You gotta grab it

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it

♪ Grab it you gotta grab it

[electronic tones]