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[percussive rhythm playing]

I believe we could do some shit

that could be a game-changer.

I see each and every one of y'all as fucking stars.

We'll change this entire fuckin' industry.

GHOST: Look, I got more mouths to feed.

I'm ready to get busy.

Shurrie and Infinite is

the most important things in my life.

And ain't nothing gonna happen to them on my watch.

- I have my own group. - Wu-Tang?

RZA: I tried to do this shit by myself and I failed.

I need y'all, man. I can't do this without you.

PERSON: If what you say is true...

the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous.

PERSON: These guys right here are

the next evolutionary step in hip-hop.

[playing piano and humming]

♪ ♪

Ooh. [chuckles]

Yo. Yo, that's the sound.

RADIO DJ: Comin' to you from Staten Island,

here's the Wu-Tang Clan with "Protect Ya Neck."

DECK: ♪ Deep in the dark with the art ♪

♪ To rip the charts apart ♪

♪ The vandal, too hot to handle ♪

♪ Your battle, you're saying, "Goodbye" ♪

♪ Like Tevin Campbell ♪

♪ Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set ♪

Wu-Tang's about to fucking take over, yo.

♪ ♪

Now, you all will be signed on to Wu-Tang Productions

as a group, and as individual artists.

I heard you could sign solo deals

wherever you want.

Def Jam is offering $150k for Deck.

Elektra has also made an offer.

They're signing to Elektra.

Nigga, stop playin' with me, son.

Yo, you ain't even call me to talk about it, man.

Yo, what the--

Yo, chill the fuck out, nigga!

Yo, what the fuck?

The whole industry will know that Wu-Tang Clan

ain't nothin' to fuck with.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

All my music are on those decks.

Every album.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Method Man's "Bring the Pain"]

METH: ♪ I came to bring the pain ♪

♪ Hardcore from the brain ♪

♪ Let's go inside my astral plane ♪

♪ And find out my mental ♪

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Everybody get in.

Doesn't the pool still have a leak in it?

Yeah, but that's why we fillin' it up, shorty.

It looks cold.

U-GOD: Nah, it ain't that cold.

I got the heat for you, all right?

Ladies, y'all should come inside, take a tour.

U-GOD: Yo, the only tour you givin'

is a tour of the pantry, son.

RAE: [laughs] Yeah, yeah. Whatever, whatever.

Hey, yo, son, throw something else at me, god.

Yeah, a'ight. But whatever, son.

GUEST: D, when are the other girls coming?

Come on.

Yeah, this my shit right here.

[chuckles] Fuck yeah.

Hey, nigga, what's that? DIVINE: Oh, it's a calendar.

GUEST: Divine, where's Bobby? Giving all our album dates,

tour dates, you know what I mean?

- Uh, he's down there. - Hey, hold on.

Meth's on tour for a fucking month?

Yeah, nigga, it got extended.

See, that's what happens when your album, you know,

heads past gold and on its way to platinum, you know?

Yeah, whatever, whatever, son.

Get me my solo deal.

I'm going platinum too.

Just like them red tops, you know what I mean?

Better than them blue tops.

Man, get the fuck out of here.

Yo, yo, yo, check this out.

Meth just made hip-hop quotable of the month.

- Oh, shit. - Know what I'm saying?

- Check that out right there. - Yo!

GZA: Word up. KILLA: See that?

Hey, yo, son, you ain't shakin' them dices long enough.

It's like you over here pulling

magic tricks and shit, my nigga.

[scoffs] Ain't not tricks, just licks, lord.

Hey, yo, this Black man over here cheatin'.

Come on, son. Come on.

Staten, y'all be making money,

but Brooklyn, Brooklyn, we be taking it. [cackles]

POWER: Get the fuck out of here, son.

RAE: Yo, son, I got that good new new right here, man.

Yo, I got the good, new,

fucking George Foreman grill, son.

This shit different, son. It's grilling anything.

I'm talking about steak, chicken, pineapples.

- [chuckles] - You know what I'm sayin'?

Like, nah, son.

I'm about to fuck the whole panini game up, god.

- What the fuck is a panini? - All right, look,

you over here making up words and shit?

RAE: These niggas-- nah, son, look--

George Foreman really punched you in the head, my nigga.

RAE: Yo, son, I'm trying to put y'all on.

It's an Italian sandwich.

But I got y'all. Don't worry about it.

[intercom beeps] GHOST: Yo.

RAE: Yo, what the hell is that?

GHOST: Hey, yo, god.

Ooh, that shit is crazy good, god.

Yo, yo, make me one, too, and bring that shit up to me.

But don't put no cheese on mine.

That shit be fucking up my stomach and all that.

Yo... [intercom beeps]

Bring me some more weed, too, yo.

RAE: I don't even know where the fuck you are, god.

POWER: Yeah, word. Fuckin'--

Hey, yo, that's not it.

That's for the other song, "Ms. Thang."

RZA: If that ain't it, then what is?

Yo, I'm talking about that other joint, "Kristin."

RZA: Well, that's it right there.

[seductive beat playing]

DECK: It's been six months since the flood.

You ain't getting anything off of that.

RZA: I was able to salvage sounds off these

for Meth's tour after the flood, nigga,

and that shit turned out all right.

DECK: Oh, yo, this right here?

Hey, yo, I'm telling you right now, man,

I'm getting me one of these plaques too.

I mean, how you gonna put so many brothers ahead of me

but when it comes to the tracks

you always got me setting the joint off?

You know what I'm saying?

Yo, take a hit of this, man.

It'll help you think.

Now, you know I haven't been smokin'

or drinking, nigga.

And you missed the tour.

How's the abbot gonna miss the whole Wu-Tang tour?

Well, after Tical,

we still owe Geffen GZA's album.

And Dirty's shit been due to Elektra.

DECK: Yo, Dirty's not even here.

Last I saw him, he was at the weed spot,

about two weeks ago.

Yeah? How'd he look?

[mellow beat playing]

He's all right.

♪ ♪

RZA: Hey, yo.

Yo, that's it, right?

GUEST: Motherfucker! It's freezing.

RZA: Nigga, that's-- that's gotta be it, yo.

DECK: [scoffs] Nah, that's not it.

RZA: Nigga, that's it, yo.

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music]

[men grunting]

[blade resounds]

♪ ♪

[gun cocks]

♪ ♪

[dice thud]

♪ ♪

[blade resounds]

[mellow beat]

DECK: ♪ Yo, Kristy love kept a gat in her wig ♪

♪ If a pig tried to frisk her ♪

♪ He only found a package of cigs ♪

♪ 5'10" with the god god pumps ♪

♪ She was the hood centerfold Playmate of the Month ♪

Hey, yo, I told you, man. That ain't the right snare.

[sighs] All right, uh... yo, fuck it, right?

Forget "Kristin."

Let's just move on to another song for your demo.

Yeah?

Yo, if label execs are gonna listen to me

as a solo artist,

it's gotta represent me to the fullest.

You been down this road yourself

on that Prince Rakeem shit.

RZA: [sighs]

Know what I'm saying? You get it, don't you?

Yeah. Look, I do.

Let's take five.

DECK: Hey, yo, I can help you, man.

You know what I'm saying? You ain't gotta do this alone.

Hey, yo, yo.

Yo, don't touch my shit, a'ight?

Back up. Thank you.

Yo, you ever think of giving this to someone else,

an engineer or something?

Maybe they can get something off of there that you can't.

And if they found anything on here,

they'd steal it.

Yo.

We on top of the game right now, right?

Everyone's gunning for us.

Niggas already biting our shit.

The disks stay here.

- A'ight? - All right.

RZA: Peace, god.

DECK: That's the whole five-year plan.

KILLA: Shit, Wu-Tang is taking over.

I'm telling you, that's the competition.

MECCA: Oh, no, you need to add paprika to that.

Oh, come on, who you talking to?

It's the chef, know what I mean?

Hey, yo, hey, yo, how you gonna be eating

- lobster tails when you G-O-D? - Come on, son.

Come on, they bottom-feeders, yo.

Hey, yo, look, the fucking-- the grill be taking

all the bad shit out, know what I mean?

You see how the juices is flowing out and shit?

- Know what I mean? - You sound like a pitchman

- or some shit. - Yo, yo.

That ain't a bad thing. You know what I'm saying?

'Cause we should be thinking of business opportunities

outside the music, you know what I'm saying?

Word, yeah, once I sign my solo deal with Loud,

sky's the limit, son.

DIVINE: Speaking of limits,

this is everyone's corporate AmEx card.

GHOST: Mm. Mm-hmm.

Hey, Deck, come here. U-ie, come here.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Now, this is for you guys to build credit,

but you have to pay it back yourselves

or else I'll just deduct it from your checks.

Okay, you hear that?

- RAE: Yeah. Yeah, son. - Oh, ho, ho.

KILLA: Shit, I can build some credit.

DIVINE: Sorry, Killa, crew members only.

Hey, cousin.

RZA: Hey, yo, yo.

- DIVINE: Yo, peace. - Peace, peace.

You been staring at this board all day, nigga.

Yeah, that's because this board tells us

when the money comes in.

Yo, we got money coming in.

Yo, Tical's almost platinum, yo.

Yeah, but half of it goes to Meth.

Yeah, and the other half goes to Wu-Tang Productions.

Which we gotta cut up between, like, eight members,

minus expenses, including, you know,

this mansion you insisted on buying.

Yeah, for work, yo.

[snorts]

The Shaolin built their temple in nature

because excellence happens in isolation, nigga.

Oh, okay, okay, okay.

Speaking of excellence, right?

Um, what's going on with you and Dirty?

[sighs]

Yo, Bobby, we had to turn in that album,

like, two months ago.

Tell me you have some of the tracks done by now.

Yo, how can I even focus on tracks

if he won't even talk to me, yo?

I understand,

but we're gonna run out of money soon

if we don't turn in Dirty's album.

We'll be fine, yo.

Let's just focus on Rae's deal.

- DIVINE: Uh-huh. - Yeah?

We gonna be fine for, like, a while.

Uh, okay, Rifkind's gonna meet us at the club.

So we gotta get going or we gonna be late.

Hey, what's going on?

I'm, uh...[chuckles] I'm staying here.

Bobby, um--

I can't be creative

and do everything business-wise, too, all right?

But look, if there's any issues with Steve...

Mm-hmm. RZA: Call me, a'ight?

- Okay. - And you tell Steve

to give Rae that 400, a'ight?

400? RZA: Yeah.

- Okay. - Yeah?

DIVINE: Yeah, we good.

- RZA: Yeah, do it. - I'll do something.

I'ma work my magic.

Peace, peace.

Thought you might be hungry.

It's vegan.

Oh, thank you, baby.

[whistles]

You're not rollin' to the club with us?

Nah.

I got other business I gotta handle.

DIVINE: All right, let's go, let's go, let's go.

- DECK: What the fuck is this? - Who've we got?

We got Power, we got one.

We got two. Hey, yo, where's Ghost?

- Gho--hey! Let's go. - Yo.

My nigga, come on, we need-- we need you to get dressed.

Hey, yo, I am dressed, V.

- Was this your idea? - Hell no. Fuck is that?

Hey, yo, niggas ain't even up on all of this, god.

It's the new elegance shit. Know what I mean?

It's silk and all that.

- [both laugh] - What you mean, what I got on?

You see the-- GHOST: Y'all niggas look like

how we looked before the AmEx cards.

KILLA: That's what I'm saying, though, but that's--

you know, that's what they say about my sign.

You know what I'm saying? So--

- What's your sign? - I'm a Leo. I'm a fire sign.

- Me too. - I could tell.

[overlapping chatter]

I'm a fire sign too.

Hold that.

Hey, yo, where you going?

You know, being out in the woods is meditative.

Yo, you going for a walk out there? [chuckles]

Man, might be bears and shit.

Yo, being out in the woods,

you ain't gotta carry no guns, Deck.

It's peaceful out here.

Yo, you really on that Tina Turner shit, son.

[car honking] Oh, shit!

Yo! Yo, yo, yo!

Hey, yo, I'm hopping in a whip!

Yo, yo, I'm coming!

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

Hey, yo! Yo, yo, yo, yo!

DIVINE: Get the fuck in the car, yo.

DECK: Told y'all niggas I was coming.

[overlapping chatter]

DIVINE: Everybody here? All right. Let's go.

METH: ♪ Bring that shit, I don't give a fuck ♪

♪ Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye ♪

♪ Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle ♪

♪ Niggas thought that they could walk a dog ♪

♪ But they caught a bad situation ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a sandwich short of a picnic ♪

♪ 'Cause you ain't equipped with the sickening style ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, yo, you sure you ain't trying

to get up with us later?

Fuck you 'bout to do instead, god?

He probably about to go see

some shorty or some shit, right?

- Yeah, right, right. - Yeah, tell Kristin I said hi.

Fuck out of here, nigga. Shit.

RAE: Hold on.

Yo, what's up, boo? Come here.

[electronic beeps]

CLERK: We recover data off water-damaged floppy disks

all the time, no problem.

Yo, NASA gave that to you guys?

Yeah, they're a client of ours.

Cool.

It'll be ready in a day or two.

DECK: All right.

SINGER: ♪ Let it go ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ I don't wanna wake up without you ♪

STEVE: Now, let me tell you, though,

Meyer Lansky... RAE: Who?

STEVE: Was the gangster of all gangsters.

RAE: Come on, son. STEVE: Really, that was

my dad's world more than mine.

I'm telling you, he says it, it's gospel.

GHOST: Hey, yo, no disrespect to the Jews and all that...

STEVE: Okay. Here we go.

But ain't nobody got shit on the Gambinos, Steve.

Word. GHOST: Castellano lived,

like, a mile away from us, on top of the hill,

- right, right? - Okay.

What, you want to live lavish?

Order whatever you want, then. How's that for lavish?

RAE: Oh, that's how we feelin', Steve?

It's like that? Word.

- STEVE: It's like that. - That's easy.

Hey, yo, son, where you at? Come here, come here.

Hey, yo, yo, yo.

Bring us the best bottle of champagne you got.

Nah, fuck all that. Bring the most expensive one.

This one right here. Crystal.

You mean, Cristal?

- Cristal? - Yo, son, go get us

what you got in the back, a'ight?

Come on, hurry up, hurry up.

Nah, nah, but this is what I'm talking about, right?

- Cristal and all that. - Cristal and shit.

This the new--this the new elegance shit right here.

Nah, this shit, it's not even about Wu being

on top of the game and shit.

This--we--know what I'm saying? Trendsetters.

Which is exactly why we gotta diversify,

you know what I mean? You know what I'm saying?

We get the Wu Wear orders poppin',

you know what I'm saying? Then we can branch off

into other businesses, you know what I'm saying?

So we ain't gotta worry about the music like that.

- Know what I mean? - What you talking about,

don't worry about the music? That's what we do.

Yo, my nigga, you expect to be rapping forever?

Coming from the nigga that can't rap.

Come on, son. Hold on, hold on.

We just gettin' started. Know what I mean?

You over there talking about retirement plans,

when we just getting started, son.

Where we at with Rae?

I got the deal ready to go.

- $300K? - That's a great offer.

But, you know, Wu-Tang is in a different chamber now.

- So-- - I helped get us here.

- I remember. - And I respect that,

but, listen, GZA got a half a mil with Geffen.

So we're gonna need you to put another 100K on that.

400's a go upstairs number.

Okay, well, then, listen,

I'll take the elevator with you.

- [both chuckle] - Meet me at RCA.

Can you do tomorrow morning?

- DIVINE: Yeah, 9:00? - That works.

- DIVINE: 9:00. Gotcha. - All right.

["All I Need" by Method Man playing]

GHOST: Okay. All right.

METH: ♪ Queen with a crown that be down for whatever ♪

♪ There are a few things that's forever, my lady ♪

RAE: Right on time. We like that.

Come on, yeah.

[crowd chanting "Wu-Tang"]

ALL: Whoo!

[mellow R&B music]

♪ ♪

Oh, yeah. Yeah, baby.

This shit looks nice.

Yeah, it's real easy to keep clean.

You haven't slept in here in a week.

A week? For real?

Yeah, you've been going so hard,

staying up late at night.

You have no concept of time.

Hey, uh, look, I'm sorry, baby.

For real, I could--

I'ma sleep in here tonight, I promise.

I won't hold you to it.

Your mom sent this.

She made it herself.

RZA: Oh, nice. MECCA: Mm-hmm.

Yo, this is cool. MECCA: Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna put this in the studio.

All right. Thanks, baby.

[exhales heavily]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[sighs]

[snorts] Ahh, shit.

Fuck, just like that.

- Mm-hmm... - Hey, boo, you're up.

Hold on, you ain't even finish the dirt dog.

Don't worry, baby, I got you.

- DIRTY: Oh, shit. - And I'll be back.

You got this, girl.

Oh, shit, yo.

[sniffs] Yup, oh, just like that.

[chuckles] What time you get in?

I don't even know.

Ow, my head is killing me, though.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I bet.

Come here.

Mm-hmm. Let me see.

Mm.

[sighs]

I'm glad you came home.

It's been, like, three days.

Yep. I was recording.

Bobby got us out there in the middle of nowhere

working non-stop.

Mm. Non-stop?

Come on, you know what I mean.

Okay.

But we have an agreement.

No matter how hard you're working, or--

[grimaces] Yo.

- Okay. - Shit.

Or even if you livin' that rap life,

you always come home to your family.

- Do you understand? - Yeah, all right?

- Damn. - Okay.

You're my Earth, you know that?

All--all life come from you.

Okay.

And you're my moon.

Nah, I'm more like the sun.

- The sun? - Mm-hmm.

And if I'm your Earth, what, I orbit around you?

Nah, it's like--it's like--

wait, so if you sayin' I'm the Moon,

then I orbit around you?

That's exactly what I'm saying, yeah.

- Oh, for real? - Mm-hmm.

[bells jingle] [baby squeals]

What?

Oh, it's just Infinite. He in his playpen.

- [chuckles] - All right.

Relax.

Hey, remember when I took you

to that restaurant across the street?

Of course I do.

That's where you gave me this.

Mm-hmm.

Now we live across the street and shit,

could eat there, like, three or four times a day

if we wanted to.

You don't seem surprised, though.

It's not that, it's just...

well, I always envisioned a better life.

I didn't know what the journey was gonna be like,

but I'm glad that it's with you.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

Wait, don't you gotta meet with the boys?

Yeah.

[sighs] Okay. Come on, you gotta get dressed.

Nah, I'm dressed. I'm dressed.

It's that new elegance shit I be talkin' about.

No. [laughs]

Let's get you a outfit. [chuckles]

[Method Man's "I Get My Thang"]

METH: Meth-Tical coming through with the suu.

Check it out.

♪ Niggas want to test my steez, nigga please ♪

♪ I black that eye like peas ♪

♪ You better freeze in your tracks ♪

♪ A Wu-Tang killer bee's on your back ♪

♪ I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack ♪

♪ You want it all ♪

♪ Yeah, I want it all like that ♪

♪ I stab my own moms in the back for a stack ♪

♪ Niggas like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a dog ♪

♪ And I got no love for the cat ♪

♪ Attitude's cold like the north polar cap ♪

♪ Where I do my dirt's ♪

♪ A little further down the map ♪

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Divine Diggs.

Divine Diggs?

Uh, yes. Yes, ma'am.

Great stage name.

Actually, I'm not an artist.

I'm an executive.

I'm here to see Skip.

Um, wait here a moment.

DIVINE: [clears throat]

How you doing?

Sorry, sir, this area's private.

- STEVE: Hey, 'sup, Vine? - Uh--

- Hey. Hey, Steve. - How we doing?

DIVINE: You know, I'm okay.

Feel like we're signin'.

Yo, how they got all this Hilfiger shit,

but no XXL? Yo, they fucking up.

And they ain't got no fatigues, yo.

Yo, my pops hooked me up with a manufacturer.

We gonna start doing pants now, you know what I mean?

Oh, word.

But you know what we gonna do, though, right?

Check it.

We gonna put drawstrings up in them motherfuckers, yo.

So niggas ain't gotta worry about no belts,

you know what I mean? You know what I'm saying?

Word. I keep losing my shit too.

GHOST: Right, right, right, right.

And you know what else you need to do,

you need to put drawstrings on the ankles

so niggas can hold the biscuit, know what I mean?

Anything I can help you with?

Yeah, um...

I really like this right here,

but you ain't got my size.

SALESPERSON: Sure we do. Uh, you look like a medium.

No, no, I wear a XXL, B.

It's the style. We like it baggy.

You know what I mean? Hip-hop shit.

I'm--I'm so sorry, I'm not a big hip-hop guy.

- But my boss is. - Word?

Where your boss at?

See, Wu-Tang isn't just a rap group.

It's a whole brand. Know what I mean?

Like, this logo is all over New York,

just like how you got the IZOD alligator, right?

Or the Polo horse, you know what I'm saying?

Give us a shot in your store.

I promise you won't be disappointed.

Listen, I'm a huge Wu-Tang fan.

I saw your last concert at the Warehouse.

The RZA wasn't there for some reason.

Anyways, we have Hilfiger, polo, almost did Kani.

What does Wu Wear bring to the game

- that's any different? - Yeah, but those brands--

they more aspirational menswear.

Our brand is streetwear. You know what I mean?

We in touch with a demographic that those labels aren't

because they're getting complacent.

You know what I mean? They taking our demographic

for granted, instead of representing them.

I like everything you're saying,

but do you have any sales data to back that up,

besides what you're moving at the mom and pops?

- We working on it. - Cool.

You know what? Call me when you're ready.

All right. All right.

STEVE: So much easier to get what you're askin' for

when you got a gold record on its way to going platinum.

What's wrong? You wanted $400K for Rae

and you got it.

Would I have still gotten that 400

if you weren't standing next to me?

Okay, so even with a check in my pocket

and a gold record on my wall,

they still looking at me

like I'm standing on the corner.

Now, I thought we'd be past that

at this point, Steve.

Okay, look, 'Vine, you know,

the higher these people are up in the building,

the less they understand what's happening on the ground.

You know, hip-hop's still foreign to some of them,

and a Black executive who doesn't come

from an Ivy League school, even more so.

Oh, okay, so I guess I won't step foot on this top floor

without a white man chaperoning me.

I'm just always gonna hit that glass ceiling, huh?

I'm saying, break that ceiling, man.

DIVINE: [chuckles]

STEVE: I'm serious, if not for you,

for everyone that comes

from where you and Bobby come from.

Okay, white man, how do I do that?

Just keep showing your face here, every day,

until they get used to it.

I still can't believe they let Leona Helmsley out.

I guess tax evasion isn't such a big deal after all.

Not if you're rich. [elevator bell dings]

DIRTY: Oh, shit.

Oh, where am I at, son?

JANITOR: Oh--strip club.

I--I mean, strip lounge.

They always want me to call it a lounge.

Ah, shit.

It look mad different in the daytime.

JANITOR: Yeah, sure does.

I know you.

You that Bastard fella, ain't you?

DIRTY: No, no. JANITOR: Yeah, ODB, OTC, OB--

No, no, son. You don't know me, son.

Nah, that's not me. I don't rap.

JANITOR: Well, you look just like him.

O-T-C-B-O-B.

Oh, shit.

Motherfucker, yo.

U-GOD: Yo, RZA.

Yo!

Yo, come outside, son, the pool fixed.

Yo!

Yo, come outside, son.

This is fucking bullshit, yo.

U-GOD: Yo. RZA: What's good, nigga?

I'm out here.

Why you acting like that, son?

Like what, yo?

Now, you know damn well if we had no money

for them lawyers,

both of us would be locked up somewhere.

Look at this shit, son.

We got our own Wu logo in the pool.

Basketball court, big-ass house.

Look at the view.

You need to take a moment and appreciate where we at.

Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you.

All right.

[gasps] Oh, shit.

[mellow music]

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

SINGER: ♪ Nigga, hit your district ♪

♪ With the impact of a twister ♪

♪ Now clear the zone ♪

[gasps]

[sighs]

[apprehensive music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

RZA: Yo, 400K? Tss. You tell Rae yet?

Oh, yeah. He wants to throw a party.

We just need to get his album ready for next summer.

- RZA: For next summer? - Mm-hmm.

RZA: [sighs] No, that's impossible.

[chuckles] What you talkin' about?

Bobby?

Hey, yo, Bobby!

Bobby, what you mean? You got plenty of time.

RZA: Not if I gotta do two other artists first.

You know how long it takes to create an album?

Hey, yo, you were the one who told me

to get the 400K.

And the only way they'll give it to us

is if we guarantee a summer '95 release

because they got nothing lined up

- for that quarter. - D, I don't care.

Push it.

Bobby? Bobby!

Hey, yo. Yo, god.

Hey, I'm not--

I'm not going back into those offices

after I gave them my word.

You know, you're gonna be having us

looking like amateurs.

Fuck. Yo, fuck, man.

Look, I know. I know there's

a lot for you right now.

You know, you're trying to be creative

and honor our contracts with the record labels.

Not just those contracts, yo.

It's the contracts we had the guys sign over to us.

[sighs] We can't let the guys down.

And we won't.

But we have to keep striking while the iron's hot.

Hey, yo, no, no, no. Fuck that.

We have to keep the iron hot, period.

My point is, is that we have to do

everything to hold our position while we got it.

Bobby, we worked too hard to get here.

Know what I mean?

I wanted a-- I wanted a Wu solo release

for every quarter, right?

And then come with the second group album

at the end of the five years.

But the way it's going now...

I've got nothing from Dirty. GZA's not ready.

Rae, he just signed.

I lost all of Deck's music.

And I don't even fucking know what I'ma do

with U-God and Ghost.

[scoffs]

Fuck.

DIVINE: Uh, not to put more on your plate...

But...

Yo, just go ahead and tell me, yo.

In a minute I'm getting on the phone with Def Jam.

And they want you to do a remix for Meth

for "All I Need."

Nah, yo, I've-- I've already done that.

Yeah, but they feel like your version is

more for the streets and the club.

They want something that will crack

the national radio.

Meth's album is so close to going platinum,

Def Jam feels a more radio-friendly version

of the--of the single will be

the thing that will send it over the top.

You know?

RZA: [sighs] I don't know, yo.

Oh, especially if I gotta have Rae's shit done by summer.

No.

DIVINE: Little bro, are you sure?

Hey, yo, because Def Jam is just gonna find someone else.

And that would be the first time

an outside producer will be creating something

for the Wu instead of you.

It's my decision, right?

Well, tell them to find somebody else.

A'ight.

[Method Man's "Bring the Pain" playing]

BOOTLEGGER: Yo, I got that Wu-Tang!

Come fuck with me real quick.

Shit hard!

BOOTLEGGER: Hey, yo, son, come check me out real quick.

I got that new Wu-Tang, that exclusive shit.

All right.

DIRTY: Yo, shit.

What's wrong with these idiots, man?

BOOTLEGGER: Yo, son, come check me out real quick.

I got that Wu-Tang, that exclusive, that new shit.

Yo, man, you can't be bootlegging Wu-Tang shit, son.

- What's wrong with you? - Why do you care?

- Fuck. - Oh, shit.

- Yeah, oh, shit, yeah. - Yo.

- Hey, yo, son, my bad, yo. - Yeah, your bad.

Hey, yo, I know this not Meth's shit right here, son.

Yo, take this down too, man.

No, come on, man. You not even on that album.

Yo, Meth album is my album, son.

That's how we move.

Wu-Tang like brothers, man.

All right, all right.

So when's your shit coming out?

[scoffs]

When my cousin stops trying to big bro me. Pffft!

- I'm taking this too, son. What? - Hey!

[sniffing]

[mellow R&B music]

♪ ♪

How'd that blanket work out for you?

RZA: Oh, shit.

[sighs]

I'm sorry, baby.

I am.

Yo, for real, all right?

Oh, shit.

What?

I know you sacrificed smoking and drinking

to focus on your work... RZA: Uh-huh.

But I draw the line at showers.

Yo, what?

Guess you want to give up sex too.

Hell no, girl.

Damn, this shit can wait.

SINGER: ♪ Oh, boy, I gotta have it ♪

♪ Gotta make you mine ♪

♪ Give me that magic heart ♪

♪ Make me feel so fine ♪

♪ I need your lovin' ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ All the time ♪

♪ Every single day I want you ♪

♪ Every kind of way ♪

♪ Oh, boy, I gotta have it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ So are you gonna give it to me real good? ♪

RZA: [sighs]

Aw, shit, look who it is. The fucking thief.

I know you stole my disk, nigga.

Yo, relax.

I took it to a spot that does shit for NASA.

It's gonna be all good.

[percussive beat playing]

Yeah, for NASA, huh?

What they gonna do, send it up to space?

[scoffs] They probably stealing my shit, yo.

I'm going to pick it up right now.

You can thank me later.

By the way, that shit sounds dope.

You should use that, actually.

♪ ♪

Hey.

People are coming over to celebrate Rae's album deal.

Yeah, I know.

I'ma, uh, I'ma stay here, you know, just--

MECCA: Oh, no, no, no. You need to show your face.

Busta'll be here too.

Look--

Look, I know the flood fucked up your whole plan,

but plans always get fucked up.

You've already been able to put pieces back together.

You did it with Tical.

Tical.

That wasn't usually how I-- how I like to work.

You know what I'm saying?

Is this how you usually like to work normally?

[sighs] Nah.

MECCA: Mm.

Okay, well, go on and get ready.

You already took a shower. [chuckles]

I'ma see you in there, a'ight?

Mm-hmm. RZA: A'ight.

[sighs]

Hey, yo, you got my disk ready?

Uh, unfortunately we weren't able

to get anything off your disk.

Nothing?

Not a hi-hat? Not a cymbal?

I'm sorry, sir.

The disk wasn't only damaged by water,

but also by fecal particles.

Would you do NASA like this?

Oh, holy shit, man.

Dude, I'm such a huge fan, man.

All my favorite Wu-Tang verses are yours.

Um, you got, like, uh, like...

♪ Your neighborhood Spider-Man ♪

[both chuckle] FAN: So sick.

Oh, hey, when's your solo album coming out?

Hey, I'm working on it.

[humming]

[chuckles]

[horn honks]

RAE: Yo! Yo, yo, what up, K?

Son, what the hell is that?

POWER: B!

RAE: Oh, word. [chuckles]

POWER: Boom. It's the whip mobile, nigga.

RAE: The whip mobile? POWER: Yeah.

Yeah, so look, that one right there--

that's Batman. RAE: Uh-huh.

POWER: The red joint, that's Robin.

RAE: You copped both of them guns, son?

POWER: Come on, son. RAE: What the fuck?

Son, I'm fucking with Batman.

Fucking with these too?

What's this right here?

Ooh, this that good Cristal we been on, son.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Word. A'ight.

[both chuckle] Cristal.

Yo, come get you some, god.

Yo! Ooh, thanks, nigga.

RAE: This nigga been at the pool

for, like, three days, son.

STEVE: Can't say I blame him for that.

RAE: Word. Okay, Steve. POWER: Okay, okay.

RAE: Okay. POWER: Yo, I might need

to borrow a pair of trunks myself.

Know what I mean? RAE: Word.

- POWER: For a little dip. - Word.

Okay, I like Batman. [chuckles]

Word.

DIRTY: ♪ Shame on a nigga who tried ♪

♪ To run game on a nigga ♪

♪ Wu buck wild with the trigger ♪

♪ Shame on a nigga who tried to run game ♪

KARINA: Why you making that face?

We're here to celebrate your man.

Yeah, I'm celebrating in my own way.

Know what I mean?

If you say so.

[muttering] "If you say so."

Hey, yo, you look real familiar.

We know each other?

Oh, word, that's how you playin' it?

Yo chill, chill, chill. KARINA: [chuckles]

I'm asking a serious question.

No, you might have seen me on TV.

For real?

Yeah, I was in a few videos.

Yeah? Which ones?

I was in, um, "Around the Way Girl."

Ah, you was in "Around the Way Girl," right?

KARINA: I should have been, but no.

Yeah, well, it was, um-- [clears throat]

It was nice meeting you...

Karina.

Karina? KARINA: Yeah.

Word.

[groans]

KARINA: You okay?

Yeah, just got this--

got this--this headache that been killing me all day.

I can help you with that.

So that's how you want to play this, huh?

KARINA: [laughs] Now you stop.

Okay, I get migraines all the time.

Look, I can help you with that.

Come on, come on. Sit down. I got you.

Let me do this.

[Wu-Tang Clan's "Shame on a Nigga" playing]

Okay, so just relax, okay?

- Ooh. Breathe deep. - [exhales] Yeah.

Let's take this off.

Yo, ladies. Y'all made it.

[chuckles]

Oh, nah, nah, nah.

We--we--ain't none of that.

Ain't none of that. We done with that.

We gonna put you all on some good Cristal.

BOTH: Thank you. RAE: You ever had that before?

Let's put you onto the Wu elegance.

Know what I mean? Oh, yeah?

MAIL WORKER: It's good to see another brother

on the top floor.

It's close to 5:00.

What you still doing delivering mail?

Oh, we have three drops a day,

morning, noon, evening.

Well, I guess junk mail is still important

to folks on this floor, too, huh?

MAIL WORKER: Oh, we deliver internal mail as well.

DIVINE: Internal? MAIL WORKER: Mm-hmm.

Yeah, like, right now,

I gotta take all the execs the reports

for the international sales meeting

they have every week at 5:30.

International sales, huh?

Well, I never thought about international.

You know what I mean?

ASSISTANT: What the heck was she thinking?

EXEC: I know, but can you imagine owning

the Palace Hotel and then having to live

in a prison cell?

ASSISTANT: She's just gonna go right back to her hotel empire.

Well, actually, she won't be allowed to.

EXEC: Uh, why's that?

Well, as a convicted felon,

she can't hold a liquor license.

Really? DIVINE: Yeah.

And all her hotels serve alcohol.

See, if Ms. Helmsley had just paid them contractors,

this whole mess would have been avoided.

Exactly.

It's not like she didn't have the money.

Mm, well, you know, when you cook the books,

eventually someone's gonna come around

and, uh, ask where the smell is coming from.

[all chuckle]

ASSISTANT: Are you here

for the international sales meeting?

DIVINE: Oh. Oh, no. I--I, uh--

I had some business downstairs

and I got caught in the elevator.

I'll just let myself out. You know, excuse me.

When they're all having that meeting,

the rest of us have a little cocktail hour.

You're welcome to join.

Uh, hey, let me see.

You know what? I got the time.

- ASSISTANT: I do too. - Oh, yeah?

All right, let's go together. ASSISTANT: [chuckles] Let's.

METH: ♪ Check it, I'm the fuckin' man ♪

♪ Who they mention ♪

♪ Notice, that other nigga's rap styles is bogus ♪

♪ Doo doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo ♪

♪ Blazin' the stuff that ignites stimulation ♪

♪ Inside ya, 'cause I be that house over water ♪

RZA: Not bad, Busta.

I was able to check out Strapped.

Yo, congrats on that, yo.

That shit was fuckin'-- fuckin' cool.

BUSTA RHYMES: Thanks, lord.

But you kind of late on that one.

I got another one coming out with John Singleton.

John Singleton? Damn, pardon me, god.

Shit.

You know I been stuck in the fucking lab, nigga,

for days, yo. My bad.

BUSTA RHYMES: Most def.

Yo know what would make a nigga go crazy?

If me and Dirty did a track.

Where he at?

RZA: I don't know.

BUSTA RHYMES: It can't be easy.

That's why I had to leave my crew.

Yo, listen, this shit is like a--

it's like a hot air balloon, you know what I'm saying?

Sometimes you gotta drop your shoulders,

drop shit off so you can fly high.

Flyin' high--

talk about flying high, look at all this, yo.

Back when we was, like, 15,

you and me used to play

like we'd get all this shit one day.

And you actually made it happen.

Salute.

Salute, yo.

BUSTA RHYMES: My nigga.

Aah.

METH: ♪ It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor ♪

♪ That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more ♪

♪ What is it? Niggas think they bigger ♪

♪ 'Cause they got they finger on the trigger of a pistol ♪

♪ They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it ♪

♪ Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic ♪

♪ Better yet a Snapple ♪

♪ Nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle ♪

♪ Then we try to overthrow the castle ♪

RAE: All right, so we coming right through here.

Know what I mean? There we go.

Yeah, we put this together real nice.

It was a project I did with my mom and all that.

Know what I mean? Really--I'm really--

I got the flower right here for you.

SWEDISH WOMAN: Aw. RAE: Yeah.

How long y'all in town for?

We're staying around for the Gang Starr show,

- and then we-- - Don't forget

the Artifacts show the next day.

That's right--we should change our plane tickets.

A'ight, well, I ain't never been to Sweden,

but, you know what I'm saying?

I imported this chair right here from Italy.

We should take a little--

let's take a little seat real quick.

Let's get cozy, huh?

Mm.

You matching me? That's what it is?

You wanted to match my fly, huh?

SWEDISH WOMAN: [giggles] RAE: Yeah, this is new to me.

I'll become a tri-lingual.

I'll try anything. You know what I'm saying?

[O.C.'s "Times Up" playing]

Hold on. No, no, no. Turn that off.

Why?

What you mean?

We don't play non-Wu shit in the Wu mansion.

Turn that off for me, a'ight?

[laughs] That's a stupid rule.

Don't you want to know what the competition's doing?

Ain't no competition, baby.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

That's some Wu shit. Know what I mean?

Come on, now.

Of course it's competition.

You're not putting out another group project.

You're about to be out as a solo artist now.

SWEDISH WOMAN: And you're dropping next summer.

- Same as Big L, Grand Puba-- - AZ.

How y'all even know that?

How do you not know that?

This is who you're up against.

When people go to the store, they have to decide,

"Am I gonna buy Raekwon's album or someone else's?"

Yo, yo, yo. What the fuck going on in here?

You ain't let them know that it's Wu only

in the mansion?

But don't you think this song is dope?

[chuckles] Ain't about whether or not

the song is dope, sweetheart.

It's our time. Know what I mean?

Wu-Tang versus the world. Fuck everybody else.

Word. Know what I mean?

Nah, that's what it is.

GHOST: Let them know, right?

O.C.: ♪ Tell me this is just a scrimmage ♪

♪ I feel I'm stone ♪

I told y'all.

Y'all over there on the floor in the corner there.

What we doing? Let's cheers. Come here.

Yo, let me get one of those, son.

Hurry up, man.

[siren wails] [tires screech]

- On your knees. - Oh, shit.

- Right the fuck now. - We ain't even do nothing.

OFFICER: Yeah, you was about to.

You can't arrest me for what I'm about to do.

OFFICER: Got a runner.

DIRTY: Oh, shit. Fuck.

OFFICER: Stop, motherfucker!

[tense music]

DIRTY: Oh, shit. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

- Oh. Get out of the way. - You too?

BYSTANDER: Watch out, son!

OFFICER: Police!

PERSON: I'll be back in ten minutes.

[tense music]

BYSTANDER: Ow! Yo, man!

What are you doing?

Damn, son. You see that guy?

[panting]

♪ ♪

OFFICER: Check on it, check on it.

Fuck!

Whoo.

[dog growls]

[dog barking]

Oh, chill, Cujo.

Yo, chill.

Oh, fuck! Shit! Oh, shit!

Oh! [screams]

[sirens wailing]

RZA: Hey, yo, I want to--

I want to thank everybody for being here

and showing love and support,

and celebrating my motherfucking nigga,

Raekwon the motherfucking Chef.

- [all cheering] - Nigga!

- Word. - Yeah, yeah.

Yo, it took a lot of hard work,

and it's still going to.

But it feels good to let loose,

you know what I'm saying?

Yo, uh, to the Wu takeover.

[all cheering]

RAE: ♪ Ignorant and mad young ♪

♪ Wanted to be the one till I got felt one ♪

♪ Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16 ♪

♪ Shootin' that "that's that shit ♪

♪ In his blood stream ♪

♪ That's the life of a crimey ♪

MECCA: [laughing]

[both sigh]

You glad you finally came out of the dungeon?

Yeah. I guess so.

MECCA: Mm-hmm.

Yo, I can't lie, though.

I'm pretty-- I'm pretty fucked up right now.

You know, all this time not smoking and drinking--

MECCA: That's too bad.

I was trying to do a shot with you.

[phone rings] RZA: Who says we can't--

we can't do a shot?

- MECCA: [squeaks] - [chuckles]

See what they got here.

[phone ringing]

- [sighs] What's this? - Mm-mm-mm.

A'ight.

U-GOD: Yo, RZA. Yo.

[coughs] What the fuck?

You got a call, son.

[coughs] Thanks, yo.

Yo, yo.

Bobby... RZA: Yo, what's up, Rie?

It's Dirty. He's in the hospital.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[mellow R&B music]

FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Can you feel it coming ♪

♪ ♪

MALE SINGER: ♪ Mm ♪

BOTH: ♪ Does it weigh you down? ♪

♪ ♪

FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Are you getting nervous? ♪

MALE SINGER: ♪ Mm, oh ♪

FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Will you make a sound? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Time to meet your maker ♪ MALE SINGER: ♪ Maker ♪

♪ ♪

BOTH: ♪ Pressure ♪

♪ ♪

MALE SINGER: ♪ Ooh, I'm gonna pass your deep desires ♪

♪ And never mind the when and why ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Either you buckle from the weight ♪

♪ Or show and prove it's where you thrive ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ ♪

BOTH: ♪ Pressure ♪

♪ ♪

COACH: Get on the line!