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BOBBY: When I had the brothers sign five-year contracts,

I told 'em I'll have them at top.

DIVINE: So, every contract is exactly the same.

You all will be signed on to Wu-Tang Productions

as a group and as individual artists.

I need three things. I need time. I need control.

I need trust. Give me five years of your life.

I swear I'll take you all the way to the fuckin' top, yo.

- I can't wait for the next Wu album. - Respect.

- Can you play that? - I could pay someone

to play if I want to hear it.

Doesn't make you a real musician.

ASON: Hey, yo, Bobby.

When we gonna do that next joint, son?

I don't know. I'm looking for something different.

- A new sound. - New sound? What that mean?

This time, I ain't building from samples.

I'm building from instruments.

That's our new sound.

We're not just... moving forward.

We're moving upward.

This is going to take us to number one. In the world.

BOBBY: How y'all feeling?

I'm fucking excited about this. Thanks for being here.

All right.

You good?

- Yes. - Cool.

All right. So I'm looking for something

that sounds like...

(VOCALIZING)

Y'all don't understand what I'm saying, huh?

Uh...

I'm sorry. We don't understand this.

All right. Uh...

Yo. Fuck it.

Just play something that y'all know how to play.

Okay.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

We'll do measure 16. Pianissimo.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

That right there?

That was fucking dope.

All right? So let's keep that

and let's make it more like, make it more like Halloween.

Yeah?

Like a trick or treat?

No, like the movie, like, uh,

yeah, like...

- Oh. - (SCATTING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, yo. Y'all boys ready to make a platinum fucking album

or what, son?

What's going on?

Hey, yo. What the fuck is this shit?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Yo, I like that. Just make it a little darker.

You know, I'm loving the fairy-tale shit, but...

make it more...

More Brothers Grimm.

Stretch the sound out, all right? Slow it down.

All right.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, I like that.

I like that.

Good job all around.

Yo, for real.

(SIGHS)

What the fuck is this shit?

- Hey, yo. Yo, yo, yo, chill out, son. - Come on, man.

Let him do what he do. You know what I'm saying?

You used to talk the same shit about the fucking kung fu

in the music and shit, until it became our thing, right?

Nah.

Hey, uh, keep playing that shit.

Hey. Yo. This shit is fucking epic, right?

That's what this next album gotta be. It's gotta be big.

It's got to be revolutionary.

It's gotta be evolutionary.

Yo, get to writing.

RAEKWON: Write to what? (CHUCKLES)

GHOSTFACE: Come on, man.

What you mean, nigga?

Write to this.

Come on, man.

- Come on. - So you saying this is the song?

This ain't the song, yo. I mean, it may be a part of it.

Cuz, why don't we just, you know,

come back when the beat is more progressed?

What you mean?

Are we making beats or are we making music?

Yo, are you all not lyricists? Y'all can't write to this?

This shit don't even got drums on it, son.

Hey, yo. Turn this shit. Stop playing.

Stop playing. Stop playing.

- Yo, yo, yo, yo. - Yeah.

I'm the producer.

They listen to me. All right? You don't do that.

Yo, don't ask me to write to shit that don't make sense.

Hey, yo, Rae, chill. He got a vision.

- You write to that shit then. - Chill, son.

What you talkin' about?

Yo, look, you can't expect a group of motherfuckers

to come in here and write to this, God.

We don't even know these cats.

You all trusted me for this long.

Y'all doubting me now?

Nobody's doubting you, cuz.

You the Abbott.

- But this shit right here? - Hey, Bobby, we got to talk, okay?

- GZA: It's always some shit, huh? - What the fuck is all this?

Fuck!

So what's with all this?

This is for the new album.

Bobby.

Bobby, we haven't negotiated a deal for the next album yet,

and you spending money already?

The way I look at it,

we're ending this five-year contract with our brothers

with a number-one album.

And we need to be getting paid like it.

Okay. I like the sound of that, obviously.

But what exactly does that mean?

What that means is we've got to get the biggest deal in hip-hop history.

Ever.

We get that type of money...

Yeah. Then we can hire the whole damn orchestra.

- Word. - All right, son. I got you.

I'm gonna go to the office. I'm gonna make some calls.

- All right? - Right.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Biggest deal in hip-hop history.

So where's the hip-hop?

Come on, son.

Why are you changing our shit up, man?

How is this going to get us to number one?

Really.

I mean, we should, we should stick to our brand.

Make it even bigger.

Even grittier, you know what I mean?

Like some real movie shit.

You went to LA and you came back on this Hollywood shit.

I hear you.

Let me ask you, though.

What does the "Wu" in Wu-Tang stand for?

- Come on, son. - Come on.

Witty. Unpredictable.

What does the "Z" in RZA stand for?

Zig-Zag-Zig. Always moving forward.

And like I said in there, it's...

evolution.

We do this right...

this tree we planted will stand for 100 years.

Our seeds and our seeds' seeds.

Think about that.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

You're still doing all of this shit, huh?

This nigga was always talking about us being in a damn orchestra.

He really think he could just tell us what to do and shit, man.

I don't think it's all that.

What is it, then?

Hey, yo. He ask you for your opinion on the direction of this album?

Yo, chill out, son.

I'm about to do this interview for Rap City, for real.

Why don't you roll with me, all right?

Yo.

(SIGHS) All right.

All right. You ready?

I'm doing an interview for Rap City.

I told you that. I'm out.

- Shit. - I told you about that.

- All right. - Peace.

Hey, where you going?

With him.

This shit is fucking important, yo.

If it's so important, where everybody else at, nigga?

Yo, you try and hit this?

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, please.

Are you serious, homes?

These is professionals.

All right?

They from Juilliard. Y'all want to spark up?

Go outside.

All right, chill, man.

You don't think Beethoven sparks one?

Outside, nigga. (SCOFFS)

Yo, what the fuck is going on?

Yo, God, so this like that time before.

When the Abbott wasn't smoking or drinking.

I don't think so. I just feel like...

He just want the musicians to be more comfortable.

- You know what I mean? - That's the shit I'm talking about.

Why he worried about them being comfortable more than us?

Hello.

Mind if I...

Finish up in there?

WOMAN: Bobby needed a break.

Can I have a hit?

Hey, what you doing, son?

You meditating or some shit?

(SCOFFS)

No.

Yo, I thought we'd be working by now. But...

What the hell happened to everybody else?

They're not fucking with my new shit.

Play me some shit, son.

(UPBEAT MUSIC WITH ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Nobody was feeling this, son?

- No, yo. - This is crazy.

I know.

That violin a sample?

No, it's no samples, yo.

It's all live instruments.

That's the issue that the brothers got with this shit.

They don't think it's real hip-hop.

That's some fucking bullshit.

You know, most shit we sampled for hip-hop is live instruments.

Bro, this is bonking. I'm about to spit on this shit, kid.

You was the first to pick up a pen to sign the five-year contract.

And now you're first to pick up a pen

to write for the album that's gonna end the contract.

You know, loyalty is one of my biggest strengths,

and one of my biggest weaknesses, son.

I'll rap over these orchestra beats.

But if you got me dressing up in a tuxedo like a conductor?

That's where I draw the line.

(RAPPING) Is it appetite for destruction?

Slap a murder rap on this production

I touch something, trust nothing

Iron Lung/Twisted Metal

I see 'em ducking my dart gun Busting from every angle

Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow

That be codenamed Agent Orange Killing you slow

It's only right you pay homage

To those that's 'bout to blow like that shit up your nose

Solid as a rock when I strike target

Verbal be screaming on you like a drill sergeant

Herbals got me where I wanna be right now

Don't know the time Check the hour on your sundial

Watch me shine Drunk off of cheap wine

Each line be on point when I speak mine

On behalf of my crew, Suu! Enter the Wu

36 more deadly Chambers to take you through

Yeah, nigga.

That's that shit I'm talking about right here, son.

It's that machine gun rap shit.

You know what I mean? Word.

- It's a good song to perform too, son. - Word.

We could get the whole crowd doing the chorus on some shit.

But we need the chorus, so let's start with the chorus.

Yo, yo. Have y'all seen RZA?

He got to be around here somewhere.

GHOSTFACE KILLAH: That's right. Yo, Vine, yo, come here.

It's been months since I got my royalty check.

Have you gotten with accounting?

No, I'm gettin' at you.

Well, I'll have someone follow up on it.

All right?

Hey, yo.

That's the shit I've been talking about right there, son.

Right there! Shit mad corporate now, right?

It's like you've got to go through 20 niggas

just to get reimbursed with some fucking gas money.

Exactly, son.

That's great, Steve.

Yeah. Look, he deserves it.

All right. I'm gonna see you in an hour.

All right. Peace, peace.

Was that Rifkind?

Yeah, he wants to sign Deck.

We shoulda signed him to Razor Sharp.

No, no, no. We coulda, woulda, shoulda did a lot of things.

Both good and bad.

But what we are doing is getting the biggest deal in hip-hop history.

Hmm?

A deal that could benefit all of us.

Now, Bobby, you ready for that?

Ready.

Shit, that's what I want to hear.

Yo.

Three platinum records.

Three gold records, including Ironman, which was certified this week.

Five top-ten albums.

I mean, Wu-Tang has sold over six million albums in just over three years.

Six million. It's crazy.

I look forward to this next one meeting the high standards

you've set for yourselves.

Everyone, everyone is excited for this album to drop.

It's the follow-up to 36 Chambers, it's going to be event of the year.

Let me tell you, my marketing team,

I didn't even ask them to start working on this.

They're so excited. It's like fan art with these guys.

Yeah, we just need to handle business. And then the Abbott can get to work.

You know what I'm saying?

So... how much?

- Maybe like, one million. - No. More like two.

- One to two range. - Closer to two.

- One to two. - Four.

Four mil.

You want a four million dollar advance for a rap album?

Well, it's not four million for a rap album.

It's four million for the number-one album in the world.

Number-one album in the world?

Well, obviously, that's the goal. Uh...

- With that being said, we have... - I swear it.

Can you make it a double album?

A double album.

Yeah, without a doubt.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

POWER: Yo, yo, yo. What up? What up?

What's the word?

- What's good? - Good, man.

Did we finalize that deal?

I mean, spring coming up.

Wu Wear got to be there when the flowers bloom, son.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I made a deal for the garments, but not the inventory storage.

They need their money up front.

And I still need to collect checks from all of y'all.

Hey, yo, I'm still waiting for Vine to give me my royalty checks.

Soon as he give me that shit, I'mma hit you up with yours.

All right.

Yeah, son, I got you too. Just gotta give me a little minute.

Yo, son, it's all good. I'm not even sweating it.

You're all about to get paid anyway.

RZA and Vine, they just signed off on the new joint.

- What? - Yeah. It's going to be a double album.

What the hell is a double album?

That mean we're going to get double paid?

I guess so. Sound like it, right?

- Didn't give me all the details yet. - RAEKWON: That's the problem.

All these decisions getting made with no consultation or nothing.

Son, I feel you on that, but to keep it real with you,

y'all niggas signed a contract with Wu-Tang Productions, right?

So, really, RZA can do whatever the fuck he want to do.

He don't need your permission.

Hey, yo, look, as long as I get paid on time, I'm good.

I don't give a fuck about none of that other shit.

So RZA want to control the business. Cool. Whatever.

Creatively, they can't be all telling us what to do and shit.

Creatively? The fuck you talking about, nigga?

You wasn't even rapping before RZA gave you a shot.

Yo, P, you ain't even got to do him like that, kid.

- Yo, fall back, son. - Come on, kid.

U-GOD: And I'm saying he might be ruining my shot, nigga.

Yo, I ain't got my solo deal.

These niggas do.

So all that corny-ass violin flute shit,

if that shit come off as wack, that shit gonna hurt me more than them.

Hold on. Why don't you go through the process first

before you start predicting the future, my nigga?

RZA earned that. It's a boss position right there.

Easy for you to say.

All you worried about is selling hoodies and T-shirts and shit.

You know nothing about being an artist.

POWER: Yeah, but I know about being a boss, nigga.

I was flipping bricks when you were still fucking scraping eighths together.

You're still the same bitch-ass nigga scraping up checks from us, right?

For your flip, nigga. Fuck is you talking about?

You wish you had balls.

Work on getting your rhymes together before you come at me.

Yo, yo, y'all niggas got to chill, son.

- For real, you know what I mean? - Word.

This corny-ass nigga over here talking mad shit.

Know what, P? Fuck your check for Wu Wear, nigga.

Whatever, nigga. I don't need your money.

Fuck outta here.

- Oh, shit. - Son, take this back, nigga.

(ALL SHOUTING)

DIVINE: He bit you?

Yeah, son.

I had that nigga in a fucking yoke. Was the only way he could get out.

Lucky he wasn't wearing a fucking grill.

Hey, yo, where is he?

- Yo, Vine, let it go. - No, nigga. He bit you.

I'm gonna see him when I see him.

Know what I'm saying? But look, it ain't just U-God.

- It's them other niggas. They unhappy. - Yo, I know they're fucking unhappy.

I just don't know why. You know, they're all rich.

Know what I mean? We made them rich.

Right. Yeah, but they're not all professionals yet.

You know, maybe one day, maybe not.

It's a steep learning curve. I admit that.

I know it is, but shit, we got there, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, 'cause we're different.

You know that.

Yo.

I know I haven't been around for you as much this... this year, you know.

You haven't. It's all good. I get it.

I, um...

You know, I've been meaning to give you this.

Uh...

For Wu Wear.

Oh, shit. (CHUCKLES)

My nigga, you don't have to do that.

Yeah, I did.

(RAPPING) It's yours! Twenty-three million of useful land

It's yours! The seed and the Black woman

It's yours! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan

It's yours!

It's yours!

I love it.

Yeah, really. I love it. Is it the single?

One of them. It ain't the first one. I don't have that yet.

But the album is almost done, so...

Okay. Well, these are all great things, RZA.

I don't understand. What's wrong?

(SIGHS)

It's nine guys, Steve.

It's nine hard-headed alpha males.

It's never been easy to come together and...

and work, but this time feels different.

It feel... It feels worse.

What, are you kidding me, RZA?

As far as great bands go, great groups, it's just another day in the office.

(SCOFFS)

Another day in the...

After the five years are up, there might not be another day in the office.

How could you even say that?

I'm saying it because it's the truth.

Why do you think I didn't give a shit about you guys signing with

whatever labels for the solo deals?

Because nothing will ever be bigger than the group.

And five years from now or 10 years from now,

20 years from now, you'll still be able to sell out shows.

Because people chase greatness.

- And greatness... - (PHONE RINGING)

Greatness is forever.

It's Prodigy. Let me take this?

- Yeah, go ahead. - All right.

Tell him I say, "What's up?"

Yeah. RZA says, "What up?" How you doing?

"Forever."

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(RAPPING) As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence

The hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life Standing firm

Yo, so you gonna just put it out on the streets

after you film it with the special effects and shit?

You'd have to ask the director the specifics.

- But, yes. - Cool.

Tell them I want mad fire around me like Johnny Blaze and shit.

Word.

And, yo, first video of the first album, I had to get my head chopped off.

Know what I'm saying? I'm a member now.

Director man, my shit gotta be big.

RZA, we have to talk about Dirty.

- Is he even here yet? - No.

Y'all got all of that shit of his?

We've got the Skittles, the oysters, the prime rib from Lawry's.

But now he is asking for a down comforter,

and he won't come until we get it.

Well, have one of the PAs get it.

The most expensive video in hip-hop just got that much more expensive.

- Bring out Ghost and Rae, please. - They're not ready.

All right. I guess I'll have to do my verse first.

- Your wings aren't ready. - My wings not ready?

What? Yo, let me see.

I am DJ King Tech broadcasting to you all the way live

from 92.3 The Beat Los Angeles.

Wu-Tang Forever dropped this week

and, man, it's another banger.

MAN 1: The record is phenomenal.

That live violin on Reunited is absolutely bananas.

And Triumph has been the most requested song for the last 24 hours.

MAN 2: The excitement surrounding Wu-Tang Forever

reached meteorological proportions.

(WOMAN SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(MAN SPEAKING GERMAN)

MAN 3: Wu-Tang Forever entered at number one,

certified platinum out of the box.

MAN 4: The world, I'm telling y'all, y'all need to cop this album

and with this new Wu album, you can honestly debate that RZA

has entered the top three hip-hop producers of all-time category.

Hey, yo, to us being number one in the world, baby.

Not number one in America,

not number one on some hip-hop/R&B chart.

Number one in the motherfucking world.

Word, son. We bigger than the motherfucking Spice Girls.

For real. Yo, son, those chicks is everywhere.

Hold on, hold on. You listen to the Spice Girls?

- A little bit. - You probably do, though.

Everybody... Come on, son. You can't go nowhere without hearing them.

We are too, though, right?

We everywhere now, in places we would never thought we would touch.

- Exactly. - Yo, not just that, right?

I just finished talking to a big concert promoter.

He wants to do a joint tour with Wu-Tang

and Rage Against the Machine.

Yo, the biggest rock group

and the biggest rap group together in arenas.

Not just clubs.

Yo, the promoter was here, just a few seconds ago.

He wants to talk to you. Let's see if I can find him.

Hey, this is some unprecedented shit.

- For a group? - Word up.

Our fandom is gonna grow like what? By tens? Twenties, maybe even.

If we play our cards right on this tour...

we'll be set for life.

For real.

See, that was the whole point, right?

Yo, son, we about to sell a shit-ton of merch.

You know what I mean? Niggas gonna want to buy that shit.

Why you always talking about merch, son?

Yo, Killa, how does it feel to be on top, God?

Mmm. (CHUCKLES)

It's a beautiful thing, Lord. It's a beautiful thing.

Yo, check it.

For me, it ain't even about where the album charted, God.

It's about being a part of the group. You're my brothers, man.

Officially.

That's what I'm talking about.

Yeah, now you ain't got to keep a secret identity like you Batman.

All right, man, whatever. It's good with me.

Not even. No, you earned your spot on the team.

BOBBY: Hey, yo.

- What's good, nigga? - We did it, cuz.

Yeah, we did it, yo. Number one, yo.

- Hey, yo, where's Dirty at? - I seen him earlier.

I think he ran off in a limo with a gang of chicks.

What about Meth? Have you seen him?

He wasn't really feeling it, you know,

cameras and mics all in his face and shit.

Yo, we number one, cuz.

Come on, son.

All right.

Yo, P.

Okay. We playing around with it.

What up, U-God?

- You good? - All good, son. Can't complain.

I got something for you.

(SCOFFS)

- Word up. - For Wu Wear.

Good looking, kid. Appreciate it.

You know we fam.

What's up, boy?

Yo...

You twisted?

Nah, just sipping.

Word.

All right. Once we're done with all the promotion for Wu-Tang Forever,

we gonna get started on your album. All right?

- Nah, I ain't tripping. - Yeah. Whatever.

Hey, uh, the verse on Triumph?

That might be

one of the best verses on any Wu-Tang album ever, yo.

How'd you even come up with that shit?

"I bomb atomically..."

I can't even do it like you, nigga.

Shit, I've always been a soldier, right?

Know what I'm saying?

Yo, yo, what up? What up?

- Yo. What's good? - Chilling.

You're wearing fur in a club, nigga?

I'm the only one that could do some shit like this for real.

You know what I mean?

No, but I just came by to say "what up" before we head out.

Y'all heading out?

Yeah. Me and Rae got a show.

You should come when you're finished with all of this.

You know what I mean?

- Peace, dawg. - Peace.

Yo...

WOMAN: Celebrating all by yourself?

No, I'm just, uh... taking it in.

Stay at the top of the mountain too long,

it gets lonely, doesn't it?

DIVINE: Hey, RZA.

Yeah. So this is Kenny Jones,

the concert promoter I was telling you about.

Yeah, Kenny's an OG in the game.

He did a New Edition tour back when I used to manage them

when Rich and I were just getting our first bonus.

- Word. - Congratulations, man.

The new sounds on this album, I bet they're going to sound incredible live.

Which is exactly what we wanted to talk to you about.

DIVINE: Right. See, they want to get the tour started quickly

- to capitalize on our momentum. - And arenas, not clubs.

Word.

All right.

Great.

I've never seen so many problems at the start of a tour.

And I promise you, I've dealt with some gnarly shit

in the 20-plus years I've been promoting concerts.

We understand things have not been perfect.

But as you know, it's a lot of new material.

So the guys, they just still trying to find their rhythm.

It's kind of hard to find your rhythm when you don't show up.

Come on, man.

I've been here every night.

You're here all the time.

A couple of other guys, everyone else seems to show up

whenever they're in the mood. And Ol' Dirty Bastard?

Fuck he's been?

I think I saw him once in the distance.

Like a Bigfoot sighting.

Okay, look...

The dynamics of your group is your business.

Managing Rage...

I feel you, believe me. But my most pressing concern

is that you guys hit the stage on time.

We talked before the tour about switching off

who opens and who closes, but because you guys tend to be late,

my guys have been opening up most of the shows, which is unfair to them.

All right, look, we'll get everyone together

and I promise you, we'll be on that stage on time.

If not, we're going to have to go in a different direction.

Whoa, whoa. Hold it. What does that mean?

It means get your shit together or get off the tour.

- No, you can't do that. - (LAUGHS)

I could have done it already.

Our agreement is void

if the Wu-Tang Clan, the entire Wu-Tang Clan

does not perform at three shows.

And we're way past that.

Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on.

We gonna figure something out.

Are you cool with that?

We love your music, like, really love your music.

But we've run out of patience.

You guys got 90 minutes.

If you bust your ass to get on stage the way that you've been

hocking Wu merch on this tour, you should be good.

Ninety minutes.

Yo, son, how we got the number-one album in the country,

hip-hop album, and we performing here, son?

What you mean? It's one of the biggest venues we've ever performed at.

Been like that the whole tour.

Yo, son, I'm not talking about... I'm not talking about the venue.

- You know what I mean? - Yo, the crowds are huge.

Whatever you think of it, rock 'n' roll shit might be different...

Tell me you won't fuck with Rage.

Yo, son, what's the name of the band that's performing right now?

What's next? What's next?

We're gonna be rhyming over their shit, son?

Come on, man.

That's another type.

Hold on, what's this? This swine?

- Yeah, that's pork. - It's pork, right?

Listen, yo, the shows have been live, you know what I'm saying?

The weed, shit, this is next fucking level.

You on your hippie shit. That's what's really going on.

I see.

All right, so, right, we've been making

headlines recently for the right reasons.

But if we get kicked off this tour,

we're going to be making headlines for the wrong reasons.

I mean, this could really fuck up the brand. Know what I mean?

You know what today is, right?

What?

It's the last day of our contracts, yo.

- After midnight, the five years is up. - Shit.

Yeah, I knew it was coming up, but with everything going on...

Hey, yo, you acting like that when the contract's up,

this is all over, and it's not, Bobby.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe not.

All I know is we won't have control anymore.

So this might be the last time Wu-Tang performs together.

Let's just get through today. All right?

All right.

So, who's missing?

Um...

Ghost, Meth and, yo, shocker, Dirty.

Yo, Meth will show up.

I'll find Dirty and you find Ghost?

Me find Ghost?

Yo, that nigga hasn't talked to me since the tour started.

Yo, just gut it and find him for me?

All right.

- How do you make that? - You see that shit?

Yo, yo, yo, any y'all niggas see Dirty?

Yeah, like what? Like, a week ago.

Last I seen, him and Power got into it over

him throwing boxes of Wu Wear merch into the crowd

- before he ran off and shit. - Ran off?

Like, where, inside the venue or like offsite?

I don't know, nigga. That's your cousin.

Yo, and they got us opening up with Heaven and Hell.

If you open up with a Raekwon track,

you should move up Incarcerated Scarfaces.

- I don't make the playlists. - Scarfaces?

I just play the playlist.

No. Who said I'm doing Scarfaces?

BOBBY: I did.

Thought it would be a good idea for you

to perform some songs off of Cuban Linx.

Criminology, too. Yo, son, who is this good for?

I didn't make Cuban Linx for these rock dudes, man.

I made it for niggas in the street.

This audience not even going to understand that shit.

I'm not doing it.

Hey, Sha. The entire point of this shit is to expand our audience.

Not just for Wu-Tang, for Masta Killa.

For U-God. For all of us as individual artists.

Again, you ain't ask us about none of that.

- Again? Fuck, nigga. - You know what I mean?

You ain't ask if we wanted instruments on this shit.

You ain't ask us if we wanted to do this tour.

You ain't ask us, you ain't talking to us about the set list.

- Yo, yo. Whatever, nigga. - Yeah, whatever.

Yeah, whatever.

Cool. It don't even matter because your contract expires today, nigga.

- Yeah. - At midnight, nigga.

So that means

I'm in charge of this motherfucker.

You gave me five years,

not a second less.

So any issue you've got, talk that shit out

with your shrink, nigga.

This motherfucker.

Yo, have you seen Dirty?

Look at this nigga.

He's the Abbott, right?

The Abbott in control, right?

But ain't never had control of his fucking cousin.

Dirty only been here for, like, two or three shows.

If he don't got to be here, I don't gotta be here.

Fuck is you talking about?

Fuck all this shit, son.

You know where you're going to find me. At the hotel, nigga.

Shit is done with.

Fuck both of them niggas, son.

- Give me and Killa their cut. - Man!

Now you're talking.

Fuck this fucking shit, yo.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, yo.

Yo. Peace, God.

You want to hit this? (LAUGHS)

- So you've been here this whole time? - (GRUNTS)

Yeah, pretty much, son.

Yeah, pretty much.

And you don't see a problem with that.

I see a lot of problems with my behavior, son.

But that's why I'm taking all this time

to do all this self-reflecting, dawg.

Word!

Yeah, while you out here self-reflecting and shit,

we out there fucking pulling your weight, son.

Yeah, I know.

But, yo, you killed that on that Daytona 500.

At that... Where was that? It was Atlanta, right?

Yo, you remember the white shorty? (CHUCKLES)

Hold on.

You was at the show, son?

- Yo, we were there, son. - Who the fuck are these people, son?

Josh and Jordan, son.

They picked me up at the airport,

and we've been following the tour for like three shows, guy.

Hey, yo, don't sleep on these white boys, Rae.

A lot of them know our shit, son.

Word is bond.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV) - (PHONE RINGING)

SHURRIE: Are you gonna answer that?

- Hello? - DIVINE: Rie.

Yeah, Rie. Is Ghost there?

Yeah, hold on. It's Divine.

I don't need to talk to him.

I just need you to get him to the venue.

- (CHUCKLES) That's not my job. - Rie...

We agreed to keep relationship and business separate.

- Did we not? - Okay, we did.

However this situation is different. Okay?

Every situation is going to be different,

which is why we should just never go down this road.

But, Rie, listen, you really need to listen.

- Okay. Bye-bye. - Rie?

Shurrie...

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV CONTINUES)

- What? - (TURNS TV OFF)

RIE: Ah...

- No. - (CHUCKLING)

Yup.

Yo, yo, we having another one?

- Yes. - Yo.

(CHUCKLES) Yo.

I bet you're hoping it's a girl this time, huh?

And I bet you hope it's a boy.

Yeah, I do.

But either way, we celebrating tonight.

So what you want to do?

You want to ball out on room service?

Get the nice little sundae you like?

- You want to go somewhere nice? - Uh-uh. Go somewhere?

Don't we have a concert in, like, an hour?

- We? - Uh, yeah.

I've been wanting to go to one of the shows.

Catch the next one.

I'm about to do like 30 more anyway. It's not that big of a deal.

Maybe not to you, but to other people it is.

What, you like an exec at Razor Sharp now?

Don't start.

Look, I know it's hard being on the road

and performing in front of new audiences,

and sometimes you don't feel well.

Sometimes you don't even want to be on that stage at all. I get it.

But you know what else is hard?

Being a motherfucking mom, and we don't get to not show up for work.

So I feel like, if I'm showing up, you should show up too.

RIE: Mm-hmm.

- One for you. - (GIGGLING)

Yes.

Hey, yo.

- Can we get one of these? - Sure, man. Take two.

Thanks, yo.

Peace, peace.

BETH: Nice. You got one for me too. (CHUCKLES)

You got a preference?

Not going great?

No.

I feel you.

But I've only got four guys to worry about.

You've got nine.

- Eight. - Nine. If you're including yourself.

Are you saying you don't think about yourself?

What you mean?

You've helped build their solo careers.

Do you ever think of your own?

Look, I am in the artist business,

but not all artists get business.

I can tell you get it, though.

Well, I have this solo concept.

Bobby Digital.

Cool.

If you ever want to just be an artist and let someone else do the business...

let's talk.

All right, with all due respect,

all cards on the table.

What can you do for me

that I haven't already done for myself?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I heard you got $4 million for Wu-Tang Forever.

Yeah. The biggest deal of all time.

For hip-hop.

I can get you rock 'n' roll prices.

- Six million. - (SCOFFS)

Now that's... that's bullshit.

Ha. (CHUCKLES)

It's a big world out there.

After five years, your guys can do what they want.

Doesn't that include you, too?

Bobby Digital.

Your 90 minutes is up.

If you just give us a little more time...

I'm sorry, Divine.

You guys are finished.

Where you going? Fuck, man!

Yo, yo, yo, yo.

What? What? What?

Are they kicking us off the tour?

Not only that, they're not even letting us perform tonight.

(CROWD BOOING)

Hey, yo.

Why everybody bugging out?

People are bummed. Wu-Tang's not performing.

Wu-Tang ain't performing?

The fuck is going on, son?

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Hey, yo, Bobby. They don't get to say if we get to perform or not, God.

Come on, son, they can't take this shit away from our fans.

Yo, cuz, I say we just rush the stage like we used to.

It's a county curfew, nigga.

They're gonna cut our sound.

Yeah, where the fuck is Meth at, huh?

Yo, son. I just talked to Vine. We getting kicked off the tour?

Hey. So I came all this way for no fucking reason then?

Hey, son, you're not mad we getting kicked off the tour?

Man, fuck this fucking tour.

I've been saying that. We could do our own shit.

That's the fuck I've been saying.

What the fuck are you guys talking about?

There's mad fans out there who came to see us.

Sure. Mad fans, son.

They booing the shit out of them, God.

We should go kick 'em off.

They booing us, nigga.

Why are they booing us?

How do you never know what the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is you talking about?

What the fuck are you talking about? Where the fuck you been?

Hey, yo. Chill. Yo, Abbott.

What you got to say, son?

Our album...

is number one in the world.

That's crazy.

We did that shit.

Not I, not you...

We.

Nobody can ever take that away from any of you

or your families.

I'm proud of y'all niggas and I hope you all are too.

I asked your crazy asses for five years of your life.

And y'all gave that shit to me and for that,

I'm thankful.

Now, uh...

when the clock strikes 12, your purpose will be fulfilled.

Whatever happens today, tomorrow

or even in 10 years, just know I love y'all niggas.

Y'all my brothers.

And it's been a wild ride, right?

But I'm giving up.

I'm done.

What the fuck you talking about, giving up, God?

'Cause we're a bunch of fuck-ups and felons

and misfits?

Yo, that's why you put us together.

Yo, that's who the fuck we are.

We the most unlikely success story from the five boroughs, man.

Hey, yo, we ain't going out like that, yo.

Fuck that.

Y'all thought you wasn't gonna see me?

(CROWD CHEERING)

What the fuck is up?

Yo.

I never thought I'd be here.

I'm from Georgia.

I was the third-oldest of 12 kids.

My daddy was a deacon, though.

But he also sold moonshine on the low at his nightclub.

And it was at that nightclub

that I first learned how to sing

and play the guitar, you know what I'm sayin'?

Hey, yo, you've been here the whole time?

I didn't even think to look here.

It was like 60% white folks in that crowd, son.

Yeah, I know.

Hey. We're set.

They here for the Wu, right?

My bad, y'all. That's not my story.

That's Little Richard I'm thinking about.

But, yo, I do got a point.

Yo, fuck this guy. Kill the sound. We're done. We're done.

- Kill the sound. - No, wait.

Just one sec, okay?

Kenny, just... Please. Please give us a chance. Okay?

- Look, they're all on stage right now. - I see one guy on the stage.

Kenny, I hear you. But, see, this is how we...

- We like to start with ODB. - I am so tired of this conversation.

- Jesus Christ. - I hear you. So am I.

I am so sick of this. But this is gonna be fuckin' amazing.

Yo, yo, yo. Hip-hop is rock 'n' roll.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Wu-Tang...

(CROWD CHANTING) Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

...is rock n' roll.

Yo. Listen up, all right.

Each and every one of y'all gave me a check

so we could grow Wu Wear on our own, right?

But it wasn't just about the money, though.

It was about us sticking together.

And if we stick together, we'll be Wu-Tang forever.

'Cause why? We built this shit.

This our shit. Nobody else did this but us.

We did.

That's right, Chef. Grab your sword.

Hey, yo, Math. Play my shit.

- (YELLS) - (CROWD CHEERING)

Hey, yo. It sound like y'all ready for that Wu-Tang shit. Y'all ready?

(CROWD CHEERING)

When I say Wu, y'all say Tang.

- Wu. - Tang.

- Wu. - Tang.

Hey, yo, Math. Drop that shit, son.

Drop that shit!

Wu-Tang motherfuckin' Clan!

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back

Stadium packed Linebacker nigga, flash stacks

See through yellow lines

What y'all niggas waiting for?

Snatch ya ice off, chillin' in the back Throw the lights off

Waves, water blend Rhyme flow in slow motion

Thick snare, I'm feelin' like A snail in the ocean

What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?

Melodic single darts Snap a nigga just like fish

You fucked up Some rich niggas you done test

Yo, select the wrong apartment And niggas pulled up your dress

Wu-Tang forever, right?

Yeah, nigga.

Rock that shit. Rock that shit.

- It's yours! - The world in the palm of your hand

It's yours!

- Twenty-three million of useful land - It's yours!

- The seed and the Black woman - It's yours!

- Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan - It's yours!

- Yo! - It's yours!

Super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq

Baby love the ganja leaf Every day of the week

All right. It's 10 minutes to curfew. You got 10 minutes.

Ten minutes.

- Beautiful. Beautiful. - Okay? Ten minutes, Divine.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Ten minutes. All right. Just like... You know, you should go.

How about this? I'm gonna find you.

- Just do your job. - I'm gonna find you... I got you.

Toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty-ounce typhoon

It's crazy coming from what we came from.

Yeah, we out the hood now.

Maybe. You know, we got to always bring the hood with us

wherever we go, son. You know what I mean? So they never forget.

Word.

You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag

With scissors in your hands

It's Masta Killa

(SONG CONTINUES)

Put your lights out And leave your brain inside a fog

It's only natural Actual facts are thrown at you

The impact'll blow trees back And crack statues

Million dollar rap crews fold Check the sick shit

Explicit, I crystallize Ya rhyme till you can sniff it

We live this Fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye

No surprise, verbal stick up, put 'em high

Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw

Blow the door off this shit Like bricks of C-4

- It's yours! - The world in the palm of your hand

- It's yours! - Twenty-three million of useful land

- It's yours! - The seed and the Black woman

- It's yours! - Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan

It's yours!

Say Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

- It's yours! - Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Check out my beaver Baby blue Glock in the safe

Seen Dorothy in the Garden Gettin' ski'd, row eight

We hold a belt, son, that's my word

Spot a rapper, run him down Throw him out in the third

Yo, check it I think like the man behind a register

Evergreen smokin' estates Divine and Power made me treasurer

With third down Six to go, flash his strobe lights

I'm open, RZA, hit me off lovely And I love him

With root beer thoughts Here's a tennis court

For your birthday The babyface of rap, politic with Sade

Avenging eagle crooks Rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books

Anheuser-Busch kings came through And stopped your whole jooks

Spitfire Kangols Watch Tony train a gang of hoes

Painful, like hearin' the news Like when your man go

Ends blow, windy at times Watch the room

Sexy girl love the shit out the song Now watch your water break

- It's yours! - The world in the palm of your hand

- It's yours! - Twenty-three million of useful land

- It's yours! - The seed and the Black woman

- It's yours! - Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan

It's yours!

It's yours!

- Wu... - Tang.

- Wu... - Tang.

- Wu... - Tang.

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

That's what I like. Y'all fucking with us tonight, huh?

Put your motherfuckin' hands up.

What?

Wu-Tang!

- Wu-Tang! - Wu-Tang!

Reunited, double LP, world excited

Struck a match to the underground Industry ignited

From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth

Wicked niggas come Try to burglarize the turf

Scatting off soft-ass beats Them niggas rap happily

Tragically, that style deteriorates rapidly

Uncompleted missions Throwing your best-known compositions

You couldn't add it up if you mastered addition

Where I come from Getting visuals is habitual

You're more safe walking on hot coals in rituals

I splash the paint on the wall Formed a mural

He took a look Saw the manifestation of it was plural

Rhyming while impaired Dart hit your garment

Pierced your internal Streamlined compartments

Just consider the unparalleled advantage

Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

Bitch-ass niggas counterfeit the funk

I smoke the bead of the skunk Tree top of the trunk

Moonshine drunken monk Your head get shrunk

Your treasure sunk I be fucking bitches by the chunk

My name black You worms wanna play in my dirt

Bitch, stop, my momma serve free lunch from the church

I cum like a thousand doves

Bitch, you quiet at the bus Making no fuss, I got self-love

Unglove the noose, watch a nigga transfuse

Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze

I don't walk, I get carried

Gold and platinum Frisbees on my wall Looking properly

But comely, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers

The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man

My grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out

Come to the cook-out Dirty bitch at the mouth

You scared Run around like the plane about to crash

Wu-Tang, motherfuckers

Wu-Tang, motherfuckers Yeah, and RZA

Yo, yo, The Riddler Funny bone tickler, freak Caligula

Bigger dick sex enigma Pistil fertilize your stigma

Stinkbox order from Pink Dot

MCs get stuck on ink blots AirSound plug to the sinkbox

Wu-Tang Incorp Take your brain on spacewarp

Talk strange like Björk Great hero Jim Thorpe

How can I put it Life is like video footage

Hard to edit Directors that never understood it

Too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage

Attack when you least notice Through explosive postage

I don't play The rap souffle sauté for the day

Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig-A, Leg-Leg Arm-Head

Spread like plague We drink Hennessy by the keg

I got the golden egg plus the goose

Eighty-proof Absolut Mixed with cranberry fruit juice

Ginseng root, I got your neck in a noose

Keep my money RICO The rap star twinkle killer instinct

Sixteen bar nickel Sell more copies than Kinko

Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet To complete us

And we return like Jesus When the whole world need us

Is it appetite for destruction?

Slap a murder rap on this production

I touch something, trust nothing

Iron Lung/Twisted Metal

I see 'em ducking my dart gun Busting from every angle

Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow

That be codenamed Agent Orange Killing you slow

It's only right you pay homage

To those that's 'bout to blow Like that shit up your nose

Solid as a rock when I strike target

Verbal be screaming on you Like a drill sergeant

Herbals got me where I wanna be right now

Don't know the time

Check the hour on your sundial Watch me shine

Drunk off of cheap wine

Each line be on point when I speak mine

On behalf of my crew, Suu! Enter the Wu

Thirty-six more deadly Chambers To take you through

- It's Wu, motherfuckers - Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

- Wu-Tang, motherfuckers - Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

- Time's up, Divine. - What you talking about?

- We're done. - Oh, no. No, we're not.

It's 11:00, it's curfew.

We are done. We're shutting this down.

- What the fuck? Are you kidding me? - I warned you about this.

I'm not kidding you. It's fucking time.

Kenny, I got them on stage. We can't shut them down right now.

We have to. It's not about me.

- God damn it! - It's about...

Kenny, you been fuckin' with me this whole goddamn time.

When I say "hip-hop," you say "one love."

- Hip-hop. - One love.

- Hip-hop. - One love.

When I say "Wu-Tang," y'all say "Forever."

- Wu-Tang. - Forever.

- Wu-Tang. - Forever.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Get them W's up in the fucking sky.

Yo. Yo.

What, y'all thought you weren't gonna see me?

I'm the Osiris of this shit.

Wu-Tang is here forever.

Motherfuckers. This '97?

Aight, my niggas and my niggarettes.

You want to kick us off the fuckin' tour? Go ahead. Kick us off.

- I will. - But listen to me. I'll be damned

if you don't let my crew finish their set.

They are done. You're not hearing me.

They are done.

Then you're gonna have to go through me to get them off.

- We don't have to do this. - No, we don't.

- Yeah. - All right.

Yeah.

- Go ahead. - Thank you.

- They sound great. - Thank you.

Yeah.

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

- Kenny. Kenny, where you going? - Fuck off, Divine.

- Who cut the lights? - Yo, what up?

Shackling the masses With drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays Melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen Tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight Incite a war

Chicks hit the floor

- Diehard fans demand more - CROWD: More!

Behold the bold soldier Control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow Swingin' swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds And pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked Performin' live on your hottest block

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD CHANTING) Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Where did we order this from? The greens look too soggy.

Should have cooked this ourselves.

Mama, I didn't want to be standing over no hot stove,

the way my back has been killing me.

And with all their new dietary restrictions... mm-mm.

No, thank you.

Mommy, where the turkey at?

There. Vegan turkey.

I guess I'll just get the real thing at Nia's parents' tonight, huh?

Hey, yo. Infinite's still sleeping.

Running around and shit outside got him tired.

- Good. - All right.

Hey, yo, what is this right here? What's this?

GZA: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

- Yo. What up, fam? - Yo.

- Got some sides. - Okay.

Yeah.

- What up? - Smells delicious.

- Okay. All right. - What's up? Yeah.

All right. What's in it?

Me offer bomboclaat ackee and jerk tofu. So now we sit.

Told you we should have cooked.

- Yo. - Hey, Miss Linda.

Hey. All right. Put this in the fridge. See if there's some more room.

All right.

- Mrs. Diggs. - What, no Dontae?

He with his moms. I'mma see him later.

- All right. - What up? What up? What up? What up?

Yo, yo. Peace. Peace. What up?

What's up with all the gifts? It ain't Christmas yet.

Come on, man. I'm not gonna see y'all niggas.

I'mma be in Italy for a couple weeks.

- What? - Yeah.

Careful of all them shorties out there.

You might not come back.

Some Godfather shit there, son. Whatever. You know what I mean?

- Okay. - Word.

(OL' DIRTY BASTARD EXCLAIMS)

- ODB. Working on Thanksgiving, baby? - Yeah.

You know I ain't celebrate this white man holiday, man.

Pilgrims killing the Indians and shit, man.

Come on. Y'all should be ashamed.

That may be the origins of Thanksgiving,

but the holiday is about family. Togetherness.

- That's right. - Yes.

- And taking a break from work. - So sorry, Mommy.

I had to finish up the track from that... Yo.

- All right. I love you. - Love you, too.

Hey! Mmm.

Cutie. All right.

Yo, I'm starving. Kid, where that turkey at?

(CHUCKLES)

Where that turkey at?

Hey, yo. That's the turkey right there, yo.

That? Yo, just 'cause you vegan

do not mean I'm about to stop eating these drumsticks.

(CLAMORING)

(ALL QUIETEN)

You know what I realized?

I've never gotten a picture of all of you together.

Can you guys stop posing?

You don't have to be so hard all the time.

(CHUCKLING)

Look at where you are now. Wu-Mansion.

This whole property might be as big as Park Hill and Stapleton combined.

And you did all this because you stuck together.

And you're gonna keep doing it by sticking together.

Because none of you know what you went through but you.

I don't care how many fights you get into,

you have a bond that will never be broken.

Yeah, yo. Hey, brothers forever. Right?

(ALL AGREEING)

Let's take this shit.

All right.

Come on, Divine, let's see 'em.

One, two, three.

Good.

Can y'all now smile?

- Yeah, right. - Yeah.

One, two, three.

MAN 1: They sold more than 40 million albums worldwide, and they...

Yeah. They paved the way for countless hip-hop artists...

And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight

Matter of fact, bring out the girls And let's have a mud fight

Wu-Tang Clan. Wu-Tang Clan. Hey, everybody.

- Hey, everybody. - Yeah.

First of all, let me say this.

It is an honor to have all of you together again.

This is historic, and I truly appreciate it.

Wu-Tang, we have something common with each other, a brotherhood, a respect.

And when we say a better tomorrow,

we're striving to make a better tomorrow for ourselves.

But also to inspire a better tomorrow for the world, yo.

We're in Staten Island today.

We're on the corner of Vanderbilt and Targee Street.

They are getting the district renamed, so it's Wu-Tang Clan District.

I don't know how y'all see it,

but when it comes to the children, Wu-Tang is for the children.

We teach the children. You know what I mean?

Puffy is good. But Wu-Tang is the best. Okay?

I want you all to know that. This is ODB and I love you all. Peace.

Wu-Tang is for the children.

(ALL CHEERING)

Wu-Tang is for the people.

If you feel me and you understand me,

put your Wu-Tang W's all the way up in the sky

and let's hold the world up.

Those W's represent your wings.

With those wings, you can fly above anything.

All bullshit.

You can fly above oppression.

You can fly above racism.

You can fly above poverty.

With those wings right there,

you shall make it to the place you want to be.

And you shall have your triumph.

When I say, "Wu-Tang," you say "Forever."

- Wu-Tang. - Forever.

- Wu-Tang. - Forever.

- Wu-Tang. - Forever.

Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking chin

Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums

We'll be comin' Around the mountain when I come

Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment

My clan increase like Black unemployment

Yeah, another one dared, G-Gka-Genius

Take us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too slammin' For these Cold Killin' labels

Some ain't had hits Since I seen Aunt Mabel

Be doin' artists like Cain did Abel

Now they money's gettin' stuck To the gum under the table

That's what ya get When ya misuse what I invent

Your empire falls and you lose every cent

For tryin' to blow up a scrub

Now that thought was just as bright As a 20-watt light bulb

Should've pumped it when I rocked it

Niggas so stingy They got short arms and deep pockets

This goes on in some companies

With majors They're scared to death to pump these

First of all, who's your A&R?

A mountain climber Who plays an electric guitar?

But he don't know the meanin' of dope

When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie-rap

That's cleaner than a bar of soap

And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight

Matter of fact, bring out the girls And let's have a mud fight

(ALL CHEERING)

Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang.