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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.

And now, get up off your ass!

Get ready to shake your booty.

Yo, bitches and bitchettes!

It is the Raider with the Dickhead tour.

And we want you big-butt women
and brothers to get up and dance!

Now live on stage, N. W.H.

Come on!

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

Don't say it's okay
that's oral 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 track

That's wack, the way they dis the black

How can we complain
when we don't fight back?

It ain't hate 'cause we retaliate

with the gat in my hands
and the hat on my pate

See back in the day
out in the fields they kept us

exposed to the rays
without 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

- Boy, 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

I deal the pain
to those who keep me in chains

They want more than just to see you fall
they wanna keep a brother buried and bald

Wear your hat

"That's" how it all ends.
But "let's" start at the beginning.

"I'm" Nina Blackburn.

And what you are about to see
is a documentary on the rap group NW. H...

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 N.W.H. 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.
- Yeah.

So, where? Compton? The sewer? Oakland?

- All that "shit's" for punks.
- Brooklyn?

No, we "don't" necessarily like to say
where we're from.

I thought all rappers like to say
where they're from.

Bragging about their neighborhood
as the toughest.

Yeah, we could.

"That's" like a motherfucker
saying he got a big dick...

and can fuck for hours.

Exactly. So what we're saying is,
we "don't" front.

We perform in this motherfucker.

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.

"That's" true. I also noticed
that you "don't" smile too much.

Damn skippy.

If you be smiling,
motherfuckers think you're a punk.

And I "ain't" no punk.

Tasty once shot a motherfucker
for taking his picture...

while he was thinking about smiling.

- How about when you're making love?
- Nah!

If you smile, the woman thinks she got you.

The next thing you know,
she asking you for money and shit.

Exactly. The best thing, if you think
you're the Kind of motherfucker...

"that's" predisposed to be smiling and shit...

you best to kick that shit doggie-style.

Then you can go in from behind, right?

Then you "don't" have to worry
about her seeing you.

- You can make all kind of faces.
- Make sure you "ain't" got no mirrors around.

Ice, at that time you had a song out
called "My Peanuts?"

"That's" one of the first things
that I dropped, "My Peanuts."

I had to get that pressed myself,
then I sold it out the trunk of my car.

- Right here on this very street.
- I remember. That was dope.

Tone was slinging bean pies, because
he was hooked up in that Muslim shit.

- And Tasty was slinging...
- I was a pharmaceutical distributor.

We "shouldn't" be talking about that,
you know what "I'm" saying?

Maybe you can edit that out.

My peanuts!

Well, they're low cholesterol
and high protein

Hotter than a Mexican jumping bean

Have them 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

Even Planters ain't got no nuts like these
My peanuts!

They dissed us and shit,
"what's" up with that?

Now "I'm" going to 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,
M.C. Slammer...

Touch & Groove, and Special Guest.
"Everybody's" up there but us, NW.H.

- "What's" up with that?
- We are "Special "Guest."

The "L" is a problem.
I am going to take care of that.

We NW.H.,
we "ain't" no motherfucking special guest.

Sorry. Go back to your hotel,
come back for sound check.

"It's" taken care of.

Step to the right.

Wait a minute, where are you guys going?

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

Problem is, I "don't" know who you guys are.

- Man, we N.W.H.
- In the house.

N.W. H? In the house?

You "ain't" on the list.
You got to step aside, baby.

Wait. What you mean we "ain't" on the list?

Word, man. Look, Niggaz With Hats.
All right?

Well, I "ain't" seen no N.W.H.,
Niggaz With Hemorrhoids...

or anything else like that on the marquis.

Look, man, we the "also Special "Guest"
on the end of the marquis.

- Also Special motherfucking Guest.
- "Also Special "Guest." Really important?

- Check the list.
- It "ain't" on here.

I want N.W.H. On the marquis,
we're part of the headlining bill.

When you put Yo Highness on the bill,
you bumped everything else off.

You "don't" even know your rap history.

Who is Spooney G?
The Sequence Brothers?

A bonus question.
How many people in The Funky Four?

You "can't" tell "me..."

You're not on the list.

Look "who's" rolling behind you, man.

Yeah, right! "That's" a old one.
"I'm" supposed to turn around and look...

while you guys walk in.
You think "I'm" stupid? It "ain't" like that.

Take yourselves on out. We got
a real show to do with real performers.

Jam Boys! Fellas.

All right. Looking good.

"Let's" have a good show tonight.

Yo!

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.

- I really enjoy your work.
- Great jacket.

Rich, emotional tapestry. Keep it up.

We got a show to do. I "can't" help you.

He got a gun. Shit, he got a gun.

Motherfuckers be hollering. I'll see you.

Okay, I'll change the marquis.

Welcome to the Landmark Theater.
"I'm" John Craw, 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.

They keep things under control.
These guys are very under-control people.

Nothing rattles them. They keep things
on a calm, even-keel kind of level.

And everything.

And they'll drop your ass
like a bad bean pie if you fuck up, too.

Friesch, we need a bigger room.

Word, man. And another thing:
We "don't" have our hats, man.

Hats? What do you mean?
Did you check the truck?

- They "ain't" on the truck or here.
- We "ain't" going on stage without our gear.

We got to have our performance gear.

You know what?
"I'm" glad we "don't" have hats.

You know what? "It's" always the same thing.

We've got to mix things up more.

"Predictability..." Can I go on record here?

Predictability is
the stepson of ingenuity. Okay?

- Yes?
- Hold up, man.

We are N.W.H. "That's" Niggaz With Hats.

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

"That's" a whole different group of niggas.

I've got to part company
with you for a second, Ice...

because we are still N.W.H., okay?

We're just 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.

And this is what we're going to try tonight.

There it is. Look at this, you got a hat here.

You put some riot headlines on the sides...

you make your statement,
"it's" right there in black and white.

We've got a trend thing happening there,
you see that?

"That's" wack.

Man, this "ain't Romper Room," and I "ain't"
going out with page seven on my head.

This "ain't" right. We need to have our hats.
Our performance hats.

- Word.
- Yeah?

And a bigger room.

- Okay, is that setup right around the corner?
- Man, find the damn hats.

All right.

Guys, "what's" the deal with the hats?

"That's" what N.W.H. Is all about,
we got a whole hat philosophy.

You know what "I'm" saying?

I mean, back in the days
when there was slaves and stuff...

they would work in the hot sun all day.

With the sun beating down on them.
Hatless.

I mean, not even a babushka.

Word. Heads totally exposed to the sun.

You know? So, by the time
they got back to the plantation...

from being in all the heat, they was
too tired to rebel against their masters.

So what we saying with Niggaz With Hats is:

"Yo, we got some hats now, motherfuckers."

- Yo, "what's" up, G?
- N.W.H. Is in the house!

"What's" up? N.W.H. In the house.

"What's" up? "I'm" Vanilla Sherbet and shit.

"I'm" down with you motherfuckers.
I been listening to you for a long time.

I got all your old tracks.

I got "Booty Juice..."

"P.U.S.S. Y." I got all that old shit.
I got your old track, Ice man.

That shit:

My penis, big and large

- Peanuts. My peanuts.
- That shit was on.

That shit was dope, G.

"I'm" down with you motherfuckers,
I can relate.

Because I grew up in the 'hood.
I was raised by a black family.

Because my parents abandoned me.
So I can relate to you.

"I'm" almost like a brother.

We gotta hook up after the show.

Go pick up some bitches.
Smoke a big, fat blunt.

"We'd" be chilling.
Because y'all my niggas, dude.

- You are my niggas.
- Niggas?

- Yeah, we chilling.
- We need to talk.

N.W.H. In the house.
Vanilla Sherbet. "What's" up, G!

We "chillin'," we about to kick it, yo.

You're NW. H?

- Yeah. "What's" up?
- About your manager.

Man, we had nothing to do
with what happened tonight.

"That's" not the issue.

Did he pass on
what I told him before you came out?

- What?
- Basically...

if you guys perform the song
"Grab Your Shit" tonight...

we'll have to arrest you for obscenity.

- What you talking about, man?
- Listen...

the lyrics:

"Grab your shit, cover up...

- "N.W.H. Say grab your "dick."
- "That's" live, "ain't" it?

Whoever says those words,
I hear them and they say them...

they're going to jail.

Break a leg, fellas.

- Fuck y'all.
- Punk.

We should've bust a cap in their ass.

Normally I "wouldn't" be
for changing something.

But seeing as how our manager
got tapped on tonight, I think...

maybe we ought to play it safe for the night.

"I'm" down with artistic integrity and all that,
but "lockup's" a bitch.

This is what we gonna do.
We gonna "change..."

We'll change the "shit" and "dick"
to "Cover up and grab your "stuff."

- All right?
- 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.
- They like the shits and dick.

And now N. W.H.

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 want to 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

N. W.H. Say grab your stuff

Grab it! You gotta grab it! Grab it!

Grab your stuff

Four hundred 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 hand, cover up

N. W.H. Say grab your stuff!

Grab it! You gotta grab it! Grab it!

Shit, my dick!

My dick!

God, my dick!

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

My dick!

Oh, my dick!

This was the first
of N. W.H. 's several brushes...

with the law regarding censorship.

I caught up with the group
again on the road.

Now, your new album is
N. W.H. Fear of a Black Hat.

Right. But that shit was supposed to be
N. W.H. Fear of a Black Hat...

then subtitled,
"Don't" Shoot Until You See the "Whites."

- Of their eyes?
- Whose eyes?

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

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.

- They "didn't" let us put it on there.
- We should've bust a cap in their ass.

See, they always trying to censor our shit.

For instance, with the song "Kill Whitey."

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

They took the whole thing out of context.

They was trying to say that
we was advocating Killing white people.

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 on 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.

"Kill Whitey."

How can you listen to that and think...

we talking about Killing all white people?

We was talking about one specific Whitey.

Whitey Dilucca. Our ex-manager.
He ripped us off for $70,000.

Right, and Whitey Dilucca
"wasn't" even white. He "was..."

He was Italian. He was one of them
olive-complected motherfuckers.

If I remember correctly,
he ended up murdered.

- We "wasn't" in town when that happened.
- No, man, we was there...

We was in Cleveland.

- No, we went over to...
- No, money, we was in Toronto.

We were trying to set that shit straight.

- Let me talk to you, man.
- Cut this shit now.

Up from the bottom of the heap we creep

Sneak peek
breakin' through the concrete

Tired of livin' in an occupied state
other motherfuckers decidin' our fate

- Now see me
- Jack you in the valley

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

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

"That's" the black "man's" experience, man.

"It's" my experience that
this type of song causes problems.

I mean, the lyrics here:

"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?

"Can't" you guys just
dance around like Hammer?

Like Hammer?

And one, and two, and three.

And spin that shit around.

Yeah, "that's" the move "I'm" looking for.
Spin like that, exactly.

A little more hip movement.

Yeah, spin it around.

"That's" good.

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

Tasty? What the fuck you doing?
We are making a video here.

- "Can't" you teach him the steps?
- Wait.

You do not be stopping
the music in my studio.

- "I'm" the director of this video.
- I "don't" care.

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

Okay, my name is Darryl.
Darryl is in charge here, okay?

So you move your
little skinny hips on over there.

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

I'll take care of it.

Just show the motherfucker the steps.

Cool. Just go on over there.

Go.

I "ain't" afraid of you. Go.

Think he tough?

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

Yeah, "I'm" having problems.
I "ain't" no damn dancer.

What is this "Solid Gold" shit!

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.

You need some personal help.

Everybody, take five.
Take a little rest. Get some Coke.

Me and you, we're going to work together.

We are going to work together on this.

Get into position. You need to relax.
You all uptight. Rapper and all that.

No, just keep that loose.
Keep that open like that.

Now, relax the shoulders
and start by shimmying on the top...

and bend it over like that.
Bring it back up like that.

"Don't" turn around. Face that way.
Just work it like that.

Man, what you doing!

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 kind of like that. Here is the handle.

Yo, Ice, "I'm" outtie, man.
I "can't" deal with this, man.

Hang on one second. Guys, John Ligget.
I'll just wrap up this call.

Yo, "what's" up with you homies?

I've got something
I need to talk to you about.

And I thought we could just Kick it to
the curb for a couple minutes, okay?

What I want to talk to you about is
the album cover to "Guerrillas in the Midst."

Now "that's" fly.

"That's" pretty live with all them cops
with their butts up in the air like that.

And us standing over them. Right, Friesch?

Hang on a 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, "that's" not going to 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 one hundred percent.

But I "can't" this time.
To put this album out the way it is...

it just "wouldn't" be def!

"It wouldn't" be "def?"

Right! It is not the def, chill,
fresh thing to do.

I mean, it 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 am saying?

- Right, Friesch?
- 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 cool on this, brothers?

No, I "don't" feel too cool at all, man.

"I'm" feeling kind of cocky.

We're going to have to talk to you, brother.

I think we got a little situation here.
Be right back.

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

That was counter-productive.
I got to be honest.

- But he was a dick, man.
- I know.

A punk motherfucker if I ever saw one.
"You'd" have kicked his ass.

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..."

Soon after, N. W.H. Signed
with Innergroove Records.

"And they released" Guerrillas in the Midst.
Uncut.

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

Talkin' about a time to heal
But step to it, time for you to get real

We can't do it
We were lookin' 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 got to 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-assed jury
opened up a black man's fury

See that?

Guerrillas in the Midst.
Man, that is going to be crazy large!

And the album, "Fear of a Black Hat,"
"that's" going to be bigger than "Wild Thing."

Man, you brothers are going to be large...

for the simple fact that you're with me.

And I got the winning team, and I am large.
I am larger than large.

In fact, I am so big they call me Dinosaur.

But you got to be careful.
Y'all talking about some heavy shit.

That "ain't" your average garden-variety,
run-of-the-mill gangster bullshit.

Y'all hardcore. But you got an edge.

I mean, just look at you three brothers.
Just look at you. Together.

You.

You little black,
stove-pipe-colored nigga, Tasty.

You are the same complexion
as Marcus Garvey...

who 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 a high-yellow,
piss-colored motherfucker.

Same complexion as Bob Marley.

You even got that
dreadlock thing going for you.

You could even move into the 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.

Red hair! Just like Malcolm.

Boy, "I'm" telling you,
you brothers are going to be large!

Like I said, you got to be careful.

Because you're telling the truth
and the white man...

"don't" want you all saying
what you're saying.

Because 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 peek

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

- Pull 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

In the world of rap, N.W.H.,
also known as Niggaz With Hats...

have a surprise hit with their latest single,
Guerrillas in the Midst.

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.

Just listen to some of these song titles:

Booty Juice...

Back in the Ho Life Again, Ho Down...

Suck my D-*- C-K...

If Your Mama Don't Shut the F-*- C-K Up
I'm Going to Shoot the B-*- T-C-H.

And now this: "Guerrillas in the Midst."

Ice Cold of N.W.H. 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 "ho's" all you want...

"but when you start talking about
the real deal, everyone starts "bugging."

"Everyone's" bugging pushed sales
of the "Fear of a Black Hat" album...

to number one this week
in record stores across the country.

Guerrillas in the Midst
made N. W.H. Rap superstars.

Fear of a Black Hat "went platinum."

No N.W. H!

"I'm" glad y'all could make it
down here to the gig.

Because this is going to be some other shit.

Check this out. Check out the new gear.

"I'm" in there. Check out the hood.

And then, the shit underneath.

When I want to get crazy buck-wild ill
on a motherfucker.

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.

"I'm" gonna introduce you to someone.

"There's" some crazy motherfuckers
on this tour.

- Word up.
- Yo, that shit was fucked up, G!

- Are we still cool?
- Yeah, man.

- Y'all remember Vanilla Sherbet.
- "What's" up, man?

We had to jack him a little bit.

- We still chilling though, right, G?
- Yeah.

You still seeing that dude
about your nerves?

Yeah, I got the cast off last week.
But we in there.

- All right, money.
- All right.

Yeah, this is my man, here.

M.C. Slammer.
All the dance moves for your behind.

Homeboy, I dropped the M.C.

"It's" just Slammer now.
Slammer, "that's" what it is.

Yeah. Come on.

This motherfucker spits
when he say that stuff.

"That's" why people call him
M.C. Stammer behind the back.

- Yeah, NW.H.
- They know what they "talkin" about.

- N.W.H. Is where "it's" at.
- Check it out.

N.W.H. I'll do everything he says.

- They are really hot.
- "What's" your favorite song?

- "Bald and Buried, I'd" say.
- Yeah. "That's" a good one.

What about you?

You know my favorite: "Peanuts in My Pants."

You know "what's" funny:
I used to have peanuts in my pants...

all the time and then
they wrote a song about it.

"I'm" a producer. This is somebody
"I'm" getting ready to produce.

"What's" your name?

Wait just a minute! You produce her?

You said you supposed to produce me.

"Don't" try that. You been talking that mess
since I met you five months ago...

on the street, okay?
Who do you think you are?

You cannot treat me like that, honey.

Let me tell you something:

"Don't" listen to him, okay?
He is tired, honey, okay?

"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.

- Straight from the Bronx.
- We better than Salt "'n" Pepa.

- Yeah, they just two spices, we four.
- And they common spices.

Over here we got some perpetrators.

A bunch of Ice wannabes.

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 try to bite your style.

You know what "I'm" saying?
"That's" the way it is. This is the rap world.

What can I tell you?

Hold up!

- Kill that noise.
- We got to change the lineup here!

Fuck my ass, man!

"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.

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 N.W.H.

- How you gonna put these...
- In the house.

...whatnots in front
of the money-making Jam Boys!

Simple, because they got the hit.

It "shouldn't" be The Jam Boys.
It should be "Special "Guest."

Son of a bitch, fuck you!

Slammer will close the show.

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

Doug, we out, "let's" go.

N.W.H. In the house!

Sounds to me like somebody
had to take a step back tonight.

Fuck y'all!

I guess y'all have to face it.
You niggas is over.

Excusez-moi.

Do not call them niggas. Just these three.

Appreciate it.

Did I say "niggas"?

I meant pussies.

Fuck this. Fuck them, man.

Hurt.

Let me call you right back.

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, except for Whitey Dilucca.
- We "don't" know what happened to him.

Yeah, we do.

Oh, yeah. I forgot. We "don't" 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:
Our first few managers was black.

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

So we just decided it would be better
for the black community...

and our relatives, if we just started
having white managers from now on.

But make no mistake,
we hate to see Friesch go.

"It's" going to be hard for us
to go out there and perform.

Real hard.

N.W.H., you on in five.

Well, we can get over this shit if we have to.

- "Let's" go.
- Turn these beepers off.

So now, were you guys, as they say,
down with the riots?

We was out of town.
That brother on TV just look like me.

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

Oh, hell yeah, I mean...

the media was trying to say that the people
looting was lazy and "didn't" want to work.

But I tell you what,
you try carrying a leather sofa...

all the way from Slauson and Crenshaw...

down to Pico or Venice
or "somethin like that...

and then going back
for the matching end tables.

"That's" some work for your ass.

Even with three niggas.
Plus you got to go through all that smoke.

Yeah, but like T said,
we was out of town when the shit happened.

So is it true that N.W.H. Is thinking about
putting a love song on the new album?

Oh, yeah.
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

Because I love you girl

I think that just shows
his whole vulnerability.

The black man was the first sensitive man,
long before Alan Alda.

You know, there are some people
that think you guys are misogynists.

A misogynist is a person that hates women.

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.

So the easiest way
to get your foot in there is...

if "it's" all greased up and ready.

The butt, that is, a.k.a. 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 "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 for you to...

slide on in there.
And on the political tip, all we "sayin is:

We gonna get that ass.

That booty 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

1 like it when the girls step on the floor

Shakin' them booties just like a ho

1 like it when it shakes in the pants so loose

but I love it when it's drippin'

that booty juice

You know, the other night
I went to see the N.W.H. 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.

Shakin' everything that God give them!

And they are going to wring
their drawers out! On-stage!

Panties!

Full of sin.
All the freaks was all out their minds.

And let me hear you say,
"Freaks in the house."

Freaks in the house!

Welcome to my establishment.

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, because it was written
from a strong mindset.

You know how when people mess
with you or put you through shit?

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.

And "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?

For certain, because I got a lot more to say.

I think "it's" going to be called "ASMD."

And Suck My Dick.

You know, I was going to have it "ASMBD,"
And Suck My Black Dick.

But "I'm" a mocha-colored motherfucker,
so that "didn't" really work.

Besides, that was four letters
and it "didn't" really fit here that well.

But this is gonna be a two-volume set
because I've got a lot of shit to say.

Excuse me, what is this?

You got the picture that I sent Chaka.

This is my pride and joy, my son Chaka.
And this is his mama, Re-Re.

Rebecca. 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 gangsters.

This boy can rap.

And I'll team him up with Chaka,
because Chaka wants to be a rapper.

I got a whole thing going on here,
check this out.

I put the pants over his head.
"That's" his head sticking out of the crotch.

Down there, I've got his feet coming
out of the shirt armpit holes...

and then I turn him upside down...

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

He gonna knock Kris Kross out the box
because he gonna be upside down.

"What's" it take to get through to you?
The boy "won't" be "anyone's" rapper.

- Dude, toss it over here.
- This is lovely.

Yeah. I like it a lot.

Here you go, my European brother.

You see, I "don't" know all the neighbors yet.

- I kinda just moved in.
- In time, "I'm" sure.

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

- "That's" where I live.
- That one with the red top?

"That's" right. I even got a shooting range.
You want to see it?

- "I'd" love to.
- "Let's" go.

Never let him touch your soccer ball.

"That's" very impressive.

See, "I'm" going to be ready. Come on.

Duck!

My God!

Yeah. I hate that motherfucker, too.

See? The cops would have shot homeboy.

But I know better. He was just chilling.

This is my pride and joy.

You sure? It says "danger."

Yeah, come on.

Now, why do you need all these guns?

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 kind of party.

So "I'm" going to be packing and strapping
because T "ain't" napping.

"What's" this one? What is that?

This is a very good choice, little chickadee.

You got eyes for this.
This is an Uzi, fully automatic.

I guess you have to really know
what you're doing to use one.

No, 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?

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.

Let me show you something else
before we go.

I just want to 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.

The first thing you gotta do
is put this piece of paper in here...

to keep the hole tight,
because nobody likes a sloppy hole.

"You'd" be slipping out
if you "don't" have that in there.

That pisses everybody off,
especially the ladies.

Careful, the ladies especially like this one.

The average motherfucker "can't" do this.

You gotta have some lead
in your dick for this one.

Smooth ride.

I notice you have three pagers.

- "Yeah. Uno, dos, tres."
- Why?

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

See, this is the Kind of shit that they do.
This is what I am talking about.

A brother was minding his own business.
I got some shit for their ass...

because this is my pooky right here.
It "ain't" even a thing.

Fuck them!

All right, put your hands
where we can see them.

Both of you, put your hands up!

I got a lot of coffee and donuts in me,
"don't" push me!

You're not even a "fucking..."
You're a fucking security guard!

This gun will kill you just as good
as a real cop, you got that?

Now, move it slowly.

Put your left hand outside the car.

Take your right hand,
and putting 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" you?
Big old puffy hat!

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

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 out of 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.

Now, get your ass on the car.

Turn around!

Get your hands on the car, funny man.

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

Now, you take that hat off...

and no "one's" gonna get hurt,
how about that?

Take my hat off?

Take the fucking hat off.

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

See, "that's" the way they try to do you.

They 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.

We learned from that Rodney King stuff.
It "ain't" happening again.

I even got a brother over here
drawing the stuff, 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.
- Eureka.

"Don't" tell me.

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

Man, I got permits for both of them guns,
all right?

- Sure you do.
- "I'm" serious.

"Here's" his registration, okay?

- What the hell is this?
- "That's" me and the guy that sold me the car.

I want America to see this.
Is that cool for you? Check it out.

"That's" me, right there.

"That's" the white guy that sold me the car
in a checkered jacket.

Paid for it in cash. Cash money!

The guy who sold him the car.

The only crime I can get you on how
is taking a real shitty picture.

You're lucky this time.

I "don't" want you around here no more,
because "that's" when your luck will run out.

Fucking $3.35 an hour, minimum wage.

Get a decent job, you can buy a car.

See, "that's" the way they do you.
See what "I'm" talking about?

Get a real job, you can get a real car.

Quit driving that toy shit
with little lights on top of it.

That reminds me of that song
you guys "wrote. Fuck the Security Guard."

"That's" why we wrote that song.

"That's" why we wrote that song.

Look at that motherfucking
security guard 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, what we gonna do?

Just gonna piss on this motherfucker.

N. W.H. Say fuck the security guards
He ain't a cop but he still want to 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 want to 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 a thief?
Because I'm black

and wear a pager on my jeans?

So it seems
I'm gonna have to set the sucker straight

I turn around and say
"Yo, get out my face"

An he wastes no time
pointin' to his fake badge

and nightstick that
can make a nigga hemorrhage

He got cuffs, some mace
and a gat on his hip

he makes a move but ice Cold don't trip

'Cause I'm wearin' my hat
and the shit feels good

besides all that
I'm straight out the neighborhood

With flow I pull my AK-47

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 the security guards

The association between rap and violence
is purely a "fictitional" thing...

that is a result of media hype.

"Cause N.W.H., we're anti-violent.

I'll bust a cap in anybody
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 AK-47s 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...
Stupid weapons, man.

How was them niggas living, you know?

Since then, we be ready
for the knuckleheads who feeling froggy.

Right, trying to come at us
with a little something extra.

Besides that, we let people know
we "ain't" with the violence...

by putting out our music in our videos.

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

"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

Gainin' more juice by the others I'm killin'

profilin' and stylin'

Drive a fly ride and the hos just pile in

I make gangster money
'cause I'm gangster bold

Fuck gangster bitches
wearing gangster clothes

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 gangster that remains victorious

Get up in your top-shelf clothes
Cold fuckin' top-shelf hos

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 chill 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

A gangsta's life ain't fun

Ain't no waitin' or hesitatin'
Just hype riff-baitin'

'Cause N. W.H. Is

Boys and girls, I think
we've all seen enough of that video.

No, I think that we all get the message...

that being a gangster "isn't" fun.

And to reinforce that message,
we have some very special guests today.

The Jam Boys.

And N.W.H.

They have an important message,
so "let's" sit back and listen very closely.

"Let's" start with N.W.H.

Yo, y'all, N.W.H. In the house, right?

We're here to tell you youngsters that
there is a lot of evils and ills...

out there in the world we want you
to stay clear of.

You gotta understand,
when we was y'all's age...

we was already knocking off liquor stores
and stuff like that.

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 ever hear about Fort Knox?

Tell them about Fort Knox.

We "don't" wanna get into that
because "it's" still pending and all.

Before this gets out of hand,
just let me say this.

Last year...

there were $700 billion missing...

from the "nation's" savings and loans.

I "ain't" gonna say no more.

"I'm" sure these gentlemen
"aren't" responsible...

for any savings and loans fraud.

You're right. They're too stupid
to think of something that brilliant.

They're too soft to even pull it off.

Yeah, we about as soft as a cock
in a hen house.

Look! How many times have you been shot?

- Show them your wounds.
- No.

No. They got little Kids here.

This "brother's" been shot 22 times.

Twenty-two times! He "ain't" got no blood!

- Twenty-two 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 "6'4" before he got capped!

Thank you, Toasty.

Tasty.

Excuse me, but I think the whole point
here was to uplift the children and...

Shut up!

- Drop the bomb on that nigga, man.
- Flying mission.

Check this out, you want to see soft?

Man, I was trying to be nice to you all,
because we Rappers Against Violence.

And I did not want this stuff
to get out of hand...

but check this out, here.

My man here, he "ain't" even seen no 'hood.

My man used to go to a prep school!

That was a pimp school, man!

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 going to be a hardcore
OG gangster editing a yearbook?

Well, "that's" great!
That is such a cute picture.

- Let us pass it around...
- Give me that!

Get that before I kick your ass,
you going to ruin our rep.

"It's" uplifting for the Kids
to see that kind of thing.

Show them how much punk they was.
Show that piece of paper.

You're the punk-ass bitch!

Save yourselves! I quit!

"I'm" out of here!

- Man, come here.
- Be right back.

I want to 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...

We're just rolling.

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

Word, man!
"She's" been out there on the frontline.

You crazy, man.

"What's" up?

Nothing, we just chilling.

- Yeah, we just talking.
- About?

- Nothing.
- About?

Some nigga talking out the side that
he heard some shit about you.

"What'd" you hear?

Man, you got a big mouth.
Nothing, I hear nothing.

I wanna know.

Well, he heard some shit about you.
He heard that you've been around.

Around?

"That's" what I heard.
I heard you've been around.

I heard you had been, like,
hither and thither.

To and fro. Near and far. Yonder and closer.

- Left and right. Back and forth.
- We gotit.

- So "that's" what you heard?
- Yeah! "That's" just a rumor. Right?

Yeah, baby. Remember what
I told you about jealousy?

"It's" a motherfucker.

But "I'm" with you. You my baby.

- Please do not let that fool ruin us.
- won't.

Okay, baby. My baby.

You go ahead. I'll catch up.
I gotta get my bag.

All right, hurry up.

Damn this nigga. "She's playin his ass.

Do you have a problem with me?

Yo, I just "don't" wanna see my boy
get played like that.

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

No, do you have a problem with me?

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.

How did that happen?

"Let's" see. Tasty and "I..."

- Who are you?
- "I'm" sorry. "I'm" Nina Blackburn.

"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?
- Yes.

"Don't" worry.

So, now, where did you first meet Tasty?

Tasty and I met kind of, sort of at a concert.

But not really. I mean...

I was hanging out backstage,
and we hooked up.

You meet a lot of men
hanging out backstage?

"It's" not like that.

I mean there are those girls, honey,
who are straight-up skeezers...

who'll 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.

How many celebrities
have you been out with?

I "don't" know, 14?

- So what you think, Marty?
- "I'm" in awe.

- Fantastic.
- Yo, run that again.

No, actually we got to get over to the studio.

- Where you going?
- Man, I forgot.

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

No, Ice. We're supposed
to be finishing the tracks today.

"Don't" worry. We'll be right back.

"What's" more important,
that stupid audition or N.W. H?

Look, man. I said "I'm" gonna be back.
"I'm" gonna be back.

All right. "I'm" outtie.

"I'm" gonna be sure to get you guys
auditions, too, you know.

- So you just outtie, Ice?
- "I'm" out, man.

Nigga thinks he bigger
than the rest of the group.

Yo, on the serious 3.5- 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.

They got me out here playing this cop
on this movie deal, you know.

They had to force me to do this
because I "ain't" with the cops and stuff.

I personally "don't" like
most of them motherfuckers.

That "ain't" me, I got to stretch.

Look at this, "I'm" carrying this little revolver.
"I'd" have an AK.

And listen to this,
"Yo, motherfucker. Drop it!"

How am I sound saying shit like that?
I just bust a cap in their ass...

and shit be over with.

Check this out. This is Jike Spingleton...

the director of "New Mack Village."
"It's" a little film we're doing.

"Don't" turn the camera off.
I've got something to say.

I've got something to say
to John, to Spike, and to Matty.

You stole my shit!

I had the hat before you did
and the glasses before you did.

I was short before you were, "wasn't" I?

Yeah, they stole all his shit.

I mean this motherfucker was short,
nearsighted, angry...

long before y'all motherfuckers.

"I'm" pissed.

- I heard.
- Jike, we're ready.

- They're ready.
- All right, man.

Now I told you about holding back on me!

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 nothing!

Prove it!

I got nothing. I told you I got nothing, man.

Freeze, Rico!

I'll take them hostage!

No, you won't!

Shit!

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

What is this? And I'll tell you
another thing, motherfucker:

"Don't" call my mama a bitch!

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 live.

"Don't" be doing this shit no more.

The baby!

Oh, boy, come here, junior.

You lucky, little man.

I'll tell you. You got to straighten up.

You're too young to be wearing beepers
and stuff on your head. Give me that.

Look, you a little white child, too.

"Don't" let 'em tell you this stuff
"ain't" going out of the 'hood.

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!

"I'm" the shit! "I'm" on your ass.
And you know who "I'm" talking about.

Am I right?

Get this shit over here. "Let's" move on.

Yo, Tone, "where's" Ice?

- He "ain't" gonna miss no gig.
- He missed the sound check.

- Yeah, he missed the sound check.
- "He's" gonna be here.

He probably ran a little over schedule
on that movie.

And why is he the only one doing a movie?

Cheryl! Please.

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

and you're being pushed
into the background.

Okay. Way in the "blackground."

Yo, Tone, Ice was off point.

Man, I "ain't" gonna even trip, all right?

All right.

But if you ask me, "he's" treating
both of y'all like bunch of fools.

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

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

Well, "nobody's" 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.

Tonight what you wanna do
is talk to Marty and Ice...

and get this cleared up as
you deserve what Ice is getting...

plus some.

Hello, guys. Sorry we're late.

Have a good show tonight.
Gonna knock 'em dead?

- Sorry, airport traffic.
- "Let's" go out there and do it.

Yo, man!

I saw the crowd out front.
"Tonight's show's" gonna be phat and all that.

You better go get dressed.
Come on, "show's" gonna begin pretty soon.

Could you excuse your lady, man?

He got to get dressed.
Why "don't" you step out...

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

- I was going to talk to him later.
- No, baby, now.

You need to deal with this.

T is tired of y'all "doggin™' him.

- Dogging 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 any 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 "triflin"' ass.

You "don't" talk to me like that.

- 1 just did.
- I know your type.

I've been watching him, baby.

"She's" been telling me stuff about you
to watch out for.

I "don't" have to listen to this bitch...

in the fucking N.W.H. Dressing room.

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

Look, man, "let's" just do the show.

"Let's" get out there and perform.
We "don't" get paid if we "don't" perform.

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

Just step off.

- "Don't" put your hands on me!
- Man, you got a problem, man?

Come on, get up!

We need to talk about
what happened out there tonight.

We need to talk about
what happened out there tonight.

No, I think we need to talk
about what "didn't" happen out there.

And what "didn't" happen
was that we "didn't" get paid.

If we do another gig and
I "don't" get my "motherfuckin™ money...

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

No need to get loud. We can work this out.

How'll we work it out if he treats you
like a second-class citizen?

"I'm" getting punked.

Y'all "doggin™ T. That "ain't" right.

"Let's" just calm down and work this out.

This is supposed to be us: N.W. H!

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.

So "that's" how "it's" gonna be.
You gonna side with her.

"That's" all right. I "don't" know
what Kind of ill shit this is, motherfucker...

but all right!

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

Motherfucker, somebody needs
to tell you something, man!

Because she ganking you!

"She's" licking your ass
like a fucking lollipop...

- in this motherfucker.
- So what're 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.

Damn!

She just holds onto my wallet
while I perform. So what?

So what? Motherfucker.

Count your fucking ends the next time
you get that motherfucker back.

If you get it back.

He better stop disrespecting me.

You better stop "dissin" Cheryl.

Motherfucker, you gonna make me
stop disrespecting that bitch?

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

- "Let's" go, motherfucker!
- Come on, Dr. Seuss.

"Let's" go. Come on.

Calm down before somebody gets hurt.

Word, man. "Marty's" right.

If y'all going to go at this,
you've got to come clean. Drop your shit.

All right.

There it is.

Motherfucker, see? Take the clip out
and everything, on your ass.

Yeah, all right. Here you go.

"I'm" dropping everything.

Wait a minute.

I want to be totally raw with you, nigga.
"'Cause I ain't" afraid of you.

Uzi.

HK.

Switch.

"Let's" go, nigga.

- Come on, nigga.
- Brothers.

You gotta remove the hats.

You right about that.

Hold that. I am taking this shit off.

I am taking my shit off, too.

Come on. "I'm" with that.

I "can't" have you pull a knife
and fuck up my good jacket.

"I'm" gonna whip you butt-naked. Come on.

- Fuck up my gear and shit.
- "Let's" go.

All right, come on. "Let's" go! I "ain't havin" it.

You niggas going to fight or fuck?

Stop! "That's" enough!

"Let's" go to sleep.

We'll talk about this in the morning.

That might be the move.

I can work with that.

You are not afraid to work with a group...

whose last five managers were killed?

A lot is made of that,
but "it's" really no big deal.

Those happen to have been
very tragic accidents...

but nothing deliberate.

- No fear at all?
- No.

You mean this?

I keep this "because..."

You know, "it's" something the guys have.
They're into guns.

So, I thought I would get one
because "it's" something we can talk about.

It is like a male bonding kind of thing.
You know what I mean?

I "don't" keep it loaded. See, "it's" empty.

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.

But if he even begins to act ill,
"I'm" through with his ass.

"Let's" just calm things down
and sort things out.

"Morning.

Wake up, man.

Good morning.

Got the sunshine coming in and everything.
"What's" up?

Wake up. We gotta talk.

Get up. We've got to talk. This is important.

What is it man? "Let's" talk. "Let's..."

Wake up, man, we gotta talk.

"Let's" talk later.
I got somebody here right now.

We should just talk a little later.

Marty, "don't" worry about it.

I've seen him with a powpow before.
It "ain't" no big deal.

Shit.

"That's" it. "Everybody's" gonna die.

- Listen.
- Bullshit.

- How could you do this, Ice?
- I told you, baby is a freak.

Put them down! I'll Kill your ass!

We'll just be two dead motherfuckers...

- 'cause I "ain't" dying alone.
- "That's" enough.

Put them down before somebody gets hurt.

I need my bullets.

"What's" wrong with you, Cheryl?

"Ain't nothin" wrong with me a man "can't" fix.

- You're saying I "ain't" a man?
- "I'm" saying...

I needed what I needed when I needed it.

"What'd" you buy her, Ice?

Nothing, man. That bitch is a ho.

- Ho?
- You heard him, you're a ho!

"Ain't" gonna be too many more hos
in this motherfucker. Fuck this.

"What's" up, money?

Come on!

Now you got this motherfucker involved.

Everybody here is gonna die!

Stop it before somebody gets killed!

Damn!

It was your fault.
You "shouldn't" have done that!

You "shouldn't" have been bringing
that babe on the tour.

- I told you not to...
- I'll shoot your dick off!

This incident proved to be the final straw.

N. W.H. Was history.

This album is your first artistic venture
since leaving N.W.H.

You know, I thought it was time
for me to step off...

and kick that N.W.H. Thing to the curb
for a minute and find my own flavor.

You say that this album
is politically oriented.

But this song is called
Come Pet The P.U.S.S. Y.

"Come Pet The P.U.S.S. Y." Yeah.

But I do say P-U-S-S-Y
in the song because I set it up like that.

- Like the letters, like an "analagram."
- Anagram?

An anagram, you know what I am saying?

So itis like P is political...

U-unrest, S-stabilizes...

another S-society, Y-year.

- No.
- Yeah.

What we are saying is,
if we want to change this madness...

"that's" going on in our community
and in our world...

then we got to step to the pussy.
Step to this ideology.

We got to embrace the pussy.

You understand? Embracing "the..."
Have you ever had your pussy embraced?

I mean, has someone came up and just...

embraced that motherfucker?

P- U-S-S-Y

P- U-S-S-Y

P- U-S-S-Y

P- U-S-S-Y

Come and pet the pussy
Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey!

Come and pet the pussy!
Hey, hey, hey

Political unrest stabilizes society yes
and I must confess

When you step to it, step to it hard
it'll open up so don't bogart

"The P the U the S and another SY
pet it and you will decide

The fate of this entire nation
when it comes you'll get total elation

Step to the L-I-P-S
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

We gotta work hard if we wanna groove it
and 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 hew group.

- The New Human Formantics.
- Yes.

What does that mean?

Well, it is a new way of looking
at the human form.

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

You're not?

It took me a long time to realize that,
but "I'm" not black...

or colored, or Negro, or African-American...

or morani, or high yellow, or Creole.
None of the labels 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.

- You are just like me
- I'm just a human

- 1am just like you
- I'm just a human

- We all stand or sit when we pee
- I'm just a human

I'm just a human being

- You are just like me
- I'm just a human

- 1am 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 am talking about

because we are 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

- 1am just like you
- I'm just a human

- We all stand or sit when we pee
- 1 am just a human, just a human being

- You are just like me
- I'm just a human

- 1am 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're looking well.

- You've seen my new album?
- No.

Brand new from the Tasty,
a.k.a. Tasty-Taste.

Extreme Use Of Force.
Now, see, that is "Ice's" ass, right?

And "that's" me with the jackhammer.
So you know "what's" going on.

You hate Ice.

That high yellow, gold-teeth-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.

You mean, songs like "The Ice Man Melteth..."

Icy Eat Me, Fuck Ice?

But the cut you did not mention
"that's" dope, sister...

is the cut called
1 Am Going to Kick Your Boot T.

Where I put my foot up some ice.

Left, right, left, you're toothless

Left, right, left, you're toothless

- Right, left, right, left, you're toothless
- Hit me monkey, hit me

Yeah, suckers, it's me

The diddily, diddily T servin' up dynamite

and strikin' like a cobra
at the foot of your bed

It is 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

I'm strong

1 last for millenniums
You are going to feel the stress

when you mess with the best
The one and only Tasty

Yeah, power-packed, like TNT

When I rickity, rickity, rock you get no relief

From the barrage of rhymes I'm droppin'

on your head and the ammo ain't stoppin'

Packed, stacked, tracks that ain't ever wack
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 am going to kick your black ass

Granny says kick your black ass
I am going to 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.

His latest manager has ripped Tasty off
for more than a few thousand dollars.

In another N.W.H. 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 Pet The P.U.S.S. Y.

With us in the studio is Tiffini,
who refutes Mabel "Ann's" claim.

She says it was her voice
that sang the vocal track on that song.

"I'd" like you to listen to something.
Tell me if "it's" really your voice.

You're saying "that's" definitely you?

"That's" my "voice." "Come and pet the "pussy."

People are having trouble imagining how...

someone with an accent as pronounced
as yours can sound so black.

I speak Japanese.

But I sing black...

like Paula Abdul.

No, 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!

In further N.W.H. News, Tone-Def,
former spiritual member of NW. H...

currently on his own
with New Human Formantics...

has run into some trouble in New York City.

Some cabbies there "aren't" buying
"Tone's" assertion that "he's" not black.

First, he was turned down
by a cabby on Broadway.

Then when he attacked a car, screaming,
"f am not black, I am only human"...

the cabby jumped out and
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.

"That's" some bullshit, because my album
sold way more than that.

Your album was like dookie on the street,
it just sat there and stank.

I thought you came to cheer me up.

Sorry, man.

I know we "shouldn't" be acting like this
with you all laid out.

Look at this shit. All hooked up.

You got his nuts swinging out
when you did that.

Fuck you.

Why "don't" y'all put this shit in check...

before I have to get out of this bed
and fuck both y'all up.

You're right.

You was wrong, Ice.

"I'm" sorry.

I want both of y'all to know that,
even though N.W.H. "Ain't" nothing...

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

I got your back, you know, whatever.
We got too much history and whatnot.

"I'm" glad you niggas said that, because...

I need one of you all to grab that bedpan
and stick it up underneath my ass.

It "ain't" that kind of party.

I am giving you more time
than you need already.

Go out and do the new one,
Put Your Mouth Where Your Manhole Is.

- "Put Your Mouth Where..."
- "That's" the cut, all right.

"That's" the new one, they "haven't" heard that.
You go out there and bust that one.

How many times you think they want to hear
you do "Come Pet The P.U.S.S. Y.?"

Look, I'll do "Put Your Manhole Where"
"My Mouth Is" and then I'll...

Are you begging for more stage time?

You need to quit, sucker.

You lie down with dogs...

and then you wake up
with disease, motherfuckers.

You seen Ice?

"He's" trying to get 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.
I'll tell you what, I was wrong on that.

But on my next joint, I "ain't talkin
about "nothin" except for doing something...

about these punk-ass cab drivers.

Yo, Ice, did you get more time?

No, man. "I'm" getting tired
of this two-song-per-show bullshit.

It "ain't" like it was when we was N.W.H.

What up, Tone, Taste, Ice. I heard y'all
talking to Lucky about the time thing.

Yeah, man. You got out of the joint?

Been out three months now.

Just in time for your boys to drop
their new beats.

No, they dropped me when I went to jail...

but such is life, I got a new group,
Peaches and Cream.

We got the new cut, "Yo, Yo, Yogurt,"
"it's" gonna be real smooth.

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've been looking
for somebody, but...

Yeah, "I'm" kinda "doin" my shit on my own.

No, not as individuals. "I'm" talking about
putting N.W.H. 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.

"I'm" not sure I "ain't" still mad enough
to try and Kill him.

Besides, you the same nigga that shot one
of our managers.

How is that ill shit gonna look?

Yeah, I mean that is something
to think about.

Think about this.

I talked to Be Real Records today.

They "talkin about giving you $400,000
to go back in the studio and perform.

"That's" deep, deep
Jacques Cousteau pockets.

And on top of that, nine points.

We're "talkin" about wrinkly,
white-people money.

So, déja vu. "It's" back on you.

Well, artistically I could make a move
backward to make that step forward.

The mad is leaving me.

Tell you what, my brothers. Spiritually...

- it feels good as a motherfucker.
- All right. "Let's" play.

- Yo, man, why you gotta come up on stage?
- We the damn headliners!

Say, man, look. We got some special
surprise guests coming on.

We've got something special tonight.
You all remember N. W.H.

Well, tonight, for the first time in a year:
N.W.H.

- We back in the house!
- In this house, going back to the top.

I got a bottle of syrup that looks like you.

N.W. H!

N.W. H!

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
Victims of hostile elements

Not so swell events
Designed to keep the black irrelevant

Busted caps and breathed the truth

Wearing hats and save the youth

While you drinkin' 40s and eight ball
I'm takin' a roll call

To see who'll fight the white, y'all

Fresh from the battle but not fatigued

Perhaps get a medal for avoiding debris

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

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

Wear your hat

Here come the bullshit

See, NW.H., or Niggaz With Hats,
as we "prefer..."

I mean, we have all kinds of hats.

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

- Scarves, "babushkas..."
- Baseball caps, beanies.

- Yarmulkes.
- Yarmulkes?

Yarmulkes! "I'm" talking about
some really fresh motherfucking hats...

in a wide variety.

Well you certainly do have
some very interesting hats.

- Oh, we're always moving.
- Never sit still.

- We like the wind.
- Outta here.

Take away the pornography,
take away the women-bashing...

Take away the "Kill "whitey" stuff.
Take it all away...

and you 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, for some men
a car is an extension of himself.

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

- Plus, I get them for free.
- You've got an endorsement?

My cousin Ricky endorses me all the time.
He works down at the shoe store in the mall.

This is my first pair. He gave me those
for my very first concert.

I want you all to understand something.
When I say nigga...

I "don't" mean nigga in the way
a lot of people mean nigga.

To me, nigga means a whole different thing.

Check this out. Nigga stands for:

Naturally, Intelligence, Gonna, Get, Ahead.

But you might wanna take it
further than that.

Like you might say that nigga stands for:
Naturally, Intelligent, Gonna, Get...

that Ass.

"There's" no "T" in there.
That would be "niggta."

You pretend "it's" there.
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.

"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?

Sometimes you gotta take out
stuff like a bus...

or a building or a bunch of motherfuckers.

Do you worry that you have many enemies?
More than the average guy?

So what you trying to say?
That "I'm" paranoid and stuff?

Do I look like a paranoid person?

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.

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

And I'll tell you what,
we're just like Evian around here.

We get our Booty Juice
straight from the source.

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.

Let me know if we can ever stick
a tap into that...

and we can all make some money.

What exactly is the difference
between a ho and a bitch?

A ho fucks everybody.

Right, but a bitch fucks everybody but you.

Now this is something
from back in my more troubled days.

Back when I was "bangin"
like you "wouldn't" believe.

- This was my angry shoe, I called it.
- Why?

Because it was two or three sizes too small,
so you put it on, right away you angry.

Especially if you 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 N.W.H. Divider and shit.

This is when you know you "blowin" up
major, crazy large...

because they take you out
of that generic "N" bullshit...

where they put the wack niggas...

that had one or two fucked-up albums.

We got some hats now, motherfuckers.

Okay, and we "ain't" too tired
to bust a cap in your ass.

Believe that.