All language subtitles for Wu-Tang An American Saga S02E07

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (TV CRACKLING)

Bobby, Jules and Steve Rifkind,
from Spring Records.

I want to meet with them, all of them.

Who's that coming in?

Laurie?

'Cause your pig sister and one of our guys

cheated on the numbers.

Somebody else gotta make it right.

But if we move fast and wide,

then, that single,
that's gonna get us a record deal.

We don't got that shit.

We're gonna have to start from scratch.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(RAPPING) Swingin' through your town
like ya neighborhood Spider-Man.

Call me the rap assassinator

Rhymes rugged
and built like Schwarzenegger

I'll attack any nigga
who's slack in his mack

Come fully packed.

(ALL CHEERING)

You best protect ya neck!

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

This right here?

Hottest shit in the streets right now,
all right?

These guys from around the way.

I got about two dozen
cassettes and vinyls left.

- Thought I'd give you the opportunity...
- Let me stop you.

We only purchase from
one-stop distributors.

Give it a listen. Go on.
You might change your mind, huh?

If it's whack I'm Swayze, promise.

This that shit they was pumping
on the block all week, son.

- This shit ill.
- WOMAN: That's hot.

Who this again?

Wu-Tang Clan. About to blow up.

Where you get this shit from?

I heard about these dudes, man.

They all over the street right now.

Yeah, there's eight of them.
Sound dope, right?

They about to blow up.

Word, they on that rough, that rugged,
that raw shit, know what I mean?

Let me get one of them tapes, B.

Hold on, relax your limbs, guy.
You don't see me right here? I'm first.

- I'll smack fire out ya ass...
- Nigga, don't step to me like that.

Can I buy one off you?

I got you, I got all of y'all, all right.

But we gonna have to
move outside to my office...

Hold on a second.

I think we can figure something out here.

Oh?

He bought the whole box off you?

And he said to come back when I get more.

That's crazy. We've been trying
to get into all these

mom and pop stores
for a couple of weeks now.

That's some clever shit you pulled.

The game is the game, man.

You got a supply,
it's all about creating demand.

Ain't no difference
than what's on the streets.

You know this.

Not as much as you do.

You know what I'm saying?
We could use that wisdom too.

Know what I mean? If you interested.

I think I'd like that.

Did you believe me when I said,
"I'll smack fire out your ass"?

Word.

Y'all missing something?

- What you talking about?
- My change, niggas.

Come on, son.

- It's all our money anyway.
- Hand it over.

Ain't we a part of the group?

Yeah, every penny goes back
into the business, my nigga,

you know that.

- Three dollars!
- Why you gotta rise up on us like that?

Come on, yo, let's walk these dogs.

(CAR SCREECHING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

DIVINE: Bobby?

Bobby, come on. Let's go, time is money.

I think I'm getting something here.
Just give me a second, all right?

No it'll take us two hours to get to

Atlantic City and the convention
starts in an hour.

Plus, we still gotta lug all these boxes
to the rental spot,

you know what I mean?

Give me a couple of minutes, all right?

- A couple of minutes?
- A couple of minutes.

All right.

All right.

Hold it like this.

Ready?

That's your card, right?

Shit, son! Yo, son, you on some
David Coppertone shit.

Field, nigga.

- Why you calling me a field nigga?
- It's Copperfield, not Tone, cuz.

(PAGER BEEPING)

- You gotta show me how you did that, son.
- Shit, I gotta bounce.

Plus, a magician never tells his secrets,
cuz, you know that.

You going to AC with them?

No, I'm about to go drop off
some deliveries uptown.

- Yo, all good, peace, peace.
- You gonna have to settle this one.

Is it non-cipher or now-cipher?

It's non-cipher, guy.

That don't make no sense, son.

N is "now" in the Supreme Alphabet, B.

So what? You questioning the
GZA-Genius now?

I'm questioning you, man.

- Y'all sold on that?
- Hell, yeah.

Just came to re-up on the product,
you know what I mean?

Look, we gonna hit up Tower,
a couple of other joints in the city.

- You know what I mean?
- Appreciate that.

Bobby, let's go.

Hold up, D. Power, sorry, man,
but you gonna be down one, okay?

- All right.
- What's up man?

All right, so you see this?
This is called the Gavin Report.

It tracks radio charts.

Right here, are all the phone numbers
for all the rap radio stations

from here in the Tri-State
to all across the country.

I need you to dial every single one.

Hey, are you gonna stay
and help me with this?

The phone calls and shit?

Nah, son. I got to go to college, man.

What you talking about college, nigga?

I'm going to work on my education.

Meth knows some shorty
at a university down in Long Island.

They're gonna hit up the college radio,
see what they can do.

Come on, Vine,
this is some bullshit, son.

I hear you, D.

And the next step,
is for us to get these records

into as many people's hands as possible.

So, Gary, he's using
the gods in Virginia, right?

Power and Sha are hitting up
the mom and pop radio stores.

Ason and them are gonna go
to the local college radio.

And you get to sit down
on that couch, right?

You get to pick up this phone,

and you get to call
major national radio stations,

and get them to play our record,
so we can sell our record.

It's all the same goal.

The Avengers are assembling,
and everyone's got a role to play, okay?

You gonna talk about The Avengers

when you got Iron-Man at home
making phone calls

and the rest of the team
is out fighting real battles?

Bobby, let's go.

Come on, we are late!

DENNIS:
This right here? These? All of these?

DIVINE: Yeah, all of these.

We have Chinese food in the fridge.

Yeah, thanks.

Before I left this morning,

Shurrie said, you know,
you need to call her.

Something about diapers, know what I mean?

(RADIO PLAYING)

It's gonna be mad fly honeys
at this college though, son.

Word.

Meth, what's up with your one shorty, man?
She look good?

Angie? It ain't even like that, son.

I just hope they got some sort of
Yellow Pages or something there, son.

We'll just hit up the student directory.

Y'all niggas ain't never been
to college before?

This nigga did a bit at community college.
Now he think he's some Rhodes Scholar.

Like a street scholar, right?

Shit, nigga, speaking of locked up,

ain't you on probation?

Yeah, you, nigga.

I'm good, I got that Gatorade
to beat that piss test.

- (ALL LAUGHING)
- Did you say Gatorade?

Gatorade?

All the electrolytes dilute
the THC in your urine.

- That's all you got?
- Niggas in the bing swear by that shit.

Gotta get the lemon lime joint, though.

This nigga. You try that shit
with your PO, son,

that nigga taking you
right the fuck back in.

Yo, I'm not gonna stop smoking.

I already stopped selling weights when RZA
had us sign those motherfucking contracts.

I'm gonna do what I gotta do,
know what I'm saying?

I'm down and committed
with this-this Wu-Tang shit, but,

I mean, this shit ain't putting no food
on the table right now.

Shit, at least not yet.

Yo, what the fuck, son!

You better get the fuck out
and walk, nigga.

My bad, God.

Can't believe you'd
fuck up a blunt like that, son.

What's wrong with you, son?

The DJ.

WOMAN: DJ or program director?

Yeah, what's a program director?

WOMAN: They plan all the shows.

Yeah, let me speak
to the program director.

WOMAN: Okay, hold on.

All right, thanks.

(DOOR OPENS)

What happened?

I thought y'all was supposed to be
hitting up more spots in the city.

We hit a few.

And Tower wasn't fucking with our shit

Said they only work
with official distributors.

So, hopefully, Bobby and Divine figure
that out, know what I mean?

Yeah, sound like y'all
was missing my skills, B.

Hey, this is John B.

Yeah, hello.

Hey, what's up?

I got this record I'm trying to send out
to the radio stations and shit.

Yeah, it's called Protect Ya Neck
by the Wu-Tang Clan.

We a crew of rappers, you feel me?

JOHN: What label you with?

- DENNIS: We still independent.
- JOHN: No, no, no.

We're trying to break a new record.

JOHN: Sorry, not interested.

Let me just send you the joint.

JOHN: I'm sorry, can't do it.

(HANGS UP)

This shit is a waste of fucking time, son.

I've been trying to tell Divine that, son.

Can't be making these fucking phone calls.

When niggas ain't fucking with our shit,

you gotta create a demand.
You know what I mean?

Like we did at the record store.

Know what I mean?

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

Hey, what up, what up, it's DJ Rant.

Yo, I'd like to make a request, son.

I wanna hear that new Wu-Tang joint.

Tang?

Yeah, Protect Ya Neck, nigga.

Protect Ya Neck?

Y'all ain't got that shit?

Don't know it, haven't heard it yet.

Well, y'all better work on it, son.

It's the only thing
niggas is playing right now.

It's a new joint?

Yeah, Protect Ya Neck, by Wu-Tang Clan.

It's called Protect Ya Neck?

All right, bet, bet.

Yeah, get on that shit, all right?

- We switch it up, know what I mean?
- Yeah, son.

You do a few, I do a few.

He just shot shorty in the face.

Nah, the blast, it blinded her.
You ain't seen The Killer before?

No.

You lying, son, this my shit right here.
I'm putting you on.

(WOMAN SCREAMING ON TV)

This son hasn't seen The Killer.

Okay look, we need to find a distributor.

Get into more than
just the local mom and pops.

It would help if we had a label behind us,
though, you know?

Nah, no need.

No label to dictate our shit.

DIVINE: Being independent just means
we need to hustle harder and smarter.

And figure this shit out as we go.

Whoa! Shit is no joke.

BOBBY: Maybe we should split up.

DIVINE: Yeah, well, we have to
if we wanna cover all this ground.

Okay let's do this. But remember,
you gotta be a salesman.

It's more than just the music.
All right? You got this.

Yeah, yeah, we got this.

Yeah, let's do it.

- All right, let's do it.
- All right.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Yo, I got some shit
that'll blow your fucking mind.

It's the hottest out in the streets
right now and you gotta check it.

Wu-Tang Clan. This is you?

Yeah.

I mean, I produced it. I'm the RZA.

All right, what label?

We're independent.

So you're a new artist?

Yeah, look, everybody on there's
a new artist.

Look, I'm sorry, man. We're just not
breaking new artists right now.

It's a tougher sell.

- If you just listen to it, I'll...
- Rakeem?

DJ: Get on the radio first.

Yo, DJ G. I had you on my show when
you were touring with Naughty.

Shit, yo! Yeah, yeah.

Thanks for all the love.

Mmm-hmm. What are you doing here?

I went independent with my crew,
the Wu-Tang Clan.

The shit's fucking grimy, dirty.

You ain't gotta sell me.
If you say it's dope, I trust you.

Gimme your record,
I'll play it on my show.

Yeah?

Yeah, I always thought you and your cousin
were dope MCs.

- Hey, respect, man.
- Yeah, sure, man.

If only I could get one of these damn
distributors to push my shit out, man.

You know, certain chain stores
will buy direct.

Try Sam Goody, The Wherehouse.
They got booths here.

Just make sure you talk to someone
that knows about rap.

You'll know them when you see them.

Sure.

- All right, man.
- Yeah, for sure.

I appreciate that.

It was good seeing you.

You too, man.

INSPECTOR LEE: He looks determined
without being ruthless.

Something heroic in his manner.

There's a courage about him,
doesn't look like a killer.

Comes across so calm.

Acts like he has a dream.

Full of passion.

He about blinded the singer
who worked there.

He getting her a cornea transplant.

He feel guilty for blinding her.

It only takes one bullet.

Damn.

Shit deep, son.

MAN ON TV: This guy is no
ordinary assassin.

I hope we're only looking for one man.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Oh, shit! Oh, shit, I forgot Shurrie
was coming in an hour, son.

I gotta go get these diapers real quick.

Well, get me some pizza on the way back.
Just a slice or some shit.

Didn't you just eat, my nigga?

Damn, son, nah,
the pizza ain't even on the way, B.

Come on, man. You could get me some
Cheetos or a honey bun or some shit.

I look like Benson to you, my nigga?

If you want a bag of Cheetos
or a honey bun,

you better get your ass up.

- Nigga wants some company.
- Shut up, man.

Yo, where Dirty at?

Let's do what we gotta do first.
Find that nigga later, man.

Unless y'all can show me some student IDs,
you're not getting in.

You boys need to leave.

Boys? Who you calling boys?

Chill, chill.

Take a walk, son, we ain't here for that.

Yo, Angie will vouch for us, man.

Do I need to call the cops?

Nah. We leaving, son.

Hold up, son.
At least drop this off with the DJ.

They need to play this, like tonight.

Can you do that?

Yo, take these.

Chill, chill man.

- Walk away, son.
- Or what, nigga?

The fuck you talking to, man?

- Walk away, son.
- The fuck you think you is?

- Popeye or some shit?
- We outta here.

- You ain't tough.
- We ain't here for that.

Rent-a-cop ass motherfucker.

Check this out.

Yo, fuck that RoboCop.

(CHUCKLES)

There might be another way inside.

(ALARM BLARING)

- Oh, shit!
- Oh, fuck!

Yo, Deck, come on, son.

Yo, son, where you get them Clarks from?

I ain't never seen them
in the dual colors like that.

Son, you ain't know nothing about these.

They're original. I made them myself, B.

What do you mean?

I got this nigga on Canal Street that
help me with the dye and shit.

But I started it, you feel me?

Gotta get the cream joints.

You get the cream joints and, you know,
you pick whatever color dye you want.

Then boom, it's right there.
It's easy as that.

Look at you.

Come on, son.

So what Bobby and Divine think about
you know,

you getting with their little sister?

Yeah, nigga, that's family.

Why you kept it a secret for so long?

What you talking about?

Last year, y'all was creeping around
Bobby crib when nobody was there.

I seen it like a Zenith.

Trying to be all undercover and shit, son.

I kept it to myself, I ain't no snitch.

Hey, I gotta go drop these groceries off
at my mom crib, all right?

Come on.

Chill, son. Ain't no one gunning for you
in Stapleton.

- Come on, nigga, let's go.
- All right.

What you think of that shit, son?

It sounds dope.

What's all these names?

Ol' Dirty Bastard?

Ghostface Killah?

It's from the Kung Fu shit.

Ghostface Killer is from that, chess boxer
flick I showed you. Remember that?

It's better than D-Lover.

(LAUGHS)

So funny.

Your verse wasn't my favorite.

So, what?
You a rap critic or some shit now?

Who was your favorite verse then, son?

Ason.

Or Rebel. I don't know.

I like that shit about Schwarzenegger.

Oh, word. Yeah, thank you.

Wu Tang Clan coming at ya
Best protect ya neck, kid

Y'all gonna be famous.

Can you sign it?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course. Sure.

...like your neighborhood Spider-man

So, tick-tock and keep tickin'

While my feet trippin'
off the shit I'm kickin'

The Lone Ranger, code red, danger

Deep in the dark with the art
to rip charts apart

The vandal, too hot to handle

Ya battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye"
like Tevin Campbell

Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set

The Rebel, I make more noise
than heavy metal

The way I make the crowd go wow
Sit back relax won't smile

Rae got it goin' on pal
Call me the rap assassinator

Rhymes rugged
and built like Schwarzenegger

Aunty Laurie.

Oh, my God, Shurrie.

So how long have you been back
in Staten Island?

You know, just visiting an ex.

What about you?

Is he yours?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. His name's Infinite.

Oh, child.

I'm not a child.

I guess you're not.

You always were concerned
with taking care of others.

Well, we all can't be selfish
and just run off.

You never even called Mom.

If I had thought
that was gonna come back on y'all...

I'm sorry,

for what I did. Truly.

Right, well, I gotta go.
I'll tell my mother you said hello.

It's the hottest shit coming out
of New York City.

Wu-Tang is for everybody.

This music gonna get you high, son.

Heard you're selling' "tapes."

Yeah, you got $10?

You gonna love this, son.
Make sure you tell your friends about it,

and tell their friends about it too.

Son, where the fuck you go?

I was hollering at this fine,
chocolate deluxe shorty.

When I turned around, y'all was gone.

So I figured might as well
sell some product while I wait.

What's up with the radio?

Shit struck out, son.
Don't even ask about that shit.

You giving away our weed?

Selling away, son.

Relax, plenty left. Just gotta entice 'em.

Like a prize in the cereal box
You know what I'm saying?

These college kids love Wu-Tang, baby!

Check it out.

- What's that?
- What is this man?

Let me see this shit?

Yo, I'm tellin' you,

these guys know
how to get a party started.

Okay, look, I know,
you're a New Yorker, so am I.

But the West is dominating right now.

Earl, trust me, you're gonna be
running back to buy more records

before you know it.

- All right.
- All right.

- Earl, right?
- Yeah.

Divine Digs, Wu-Tang Productions.

Look, I know the West is poppin',
there's no doubt.

But if you're looking
for that raw New York shit,

I got something for you.

- Word?
- Mmm-hmm.

(PROTECT YA NECK PLAYING)

Oh! This what I'm talking about.

New York needs this shit right now.

- This shit will definitely sell.
- I'm saying.

So, let's talk numbers.

I can move about 1,000 units for you.

- One thousand?
- Uh-huh.

- Okay, you got a card?
- Yeah.

Yo, bet.

All right, so the tapes are wholesale
for $2.99 then the vinyl's $1.99

I can get you an invoice, and then you can
make the check out to Wu-Tang Productions,

it's right there on the card.

If you wanna give me cash
'cause that's easier...

This your first time
working with a one-stop, huh?

Why?

It's consignment, bro.
We pay you when we sell the records.

But that guy just said something
about you buying more records?

That guy is the owner of a record label.
Y'all with a label or y'all independent?

We independent, for now.

I'm sorry, bro. I thought you knew.

I can still flip the records for you,
just gonna have to wait to see the money.

Yeah, that's okay. I got your card, right?
I'll hit you up.

All right.

Yeah, keep that.

(SIGHS) I just hate the way
that she was looking at me.

Judging me like I'm irresponsible.

She probably just jealous of you,
for real.

Why would she be jealous of me?

'Cause all she do is, you know,
burn everything down around her.

That's probably why her ass
be skipping town every month.

She don't know how to build a real life.

Not like the one
you over here building for us.

Who the fuck are you talking to right now?

Yo, why is he here?

Vine want us calling up
the radio stations and shit,

trying to build up the single.

Get people checking for it
Know what I mean?

And he couldn't do that at his house?

It's long distance calls and shit.
He said his mom's just gonna freak out.

My boys.

So hold on, hold on,
you calling me a liar right now?

WOMAN: I'm not saying you a liar.

Shorty, you ain't gotta raise your voice.
Shut the fuck up and listen sometimes!

What's wrong with that bitch?

What station was that, B?

Fuckin' Stretch and Bobbito.

Bitch wouldn't take my fucking request.

The, excuse me, woman, wouldn't take
my fuckin' request, guy.

They got some ignorant people
answering the phones?

I know y'all not talking.

You're too aggressive.

Haven't you heard you catch more flies
with honey than vinegar.

What are you talking about?
Nobody's cat... Who's catching flies?

Not you. Move.

Thank you.

- Have you called this one in Atlanta?
- Nah.

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

WOMAN: WGBO-102.1

Hey, there.

Hi, what can I do for you?

Yeah, I was wondering' if you could play
that, Protect Ya Neck

by the Wu-Tang Clan?

WOMAN: Wu-Tang what?

You haven't heard it yet?

I don't know them.

Girl, let me tell you!

Can I help you with something?

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

It's all right.

You're a buyer, you should
know good hip-hop when you hear it.

Honestly, I'm more of
a British synth-pop kind of guy.

Do you know New Order's album?

What the fuck?

All right, look, I only pretended to be
into rap and R&B,

so I get this job as an urban buyer.

I don't know what's good,
I just buy what the label sends me.

And I've blown my budget already, man.

I'm sorry.

- (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hell yeah, son.

I own this shit, man.

Y'all letting some first-timers whoop
y'all ass in this motherfucking game.

Come on, Larry Bird.

(WHOOPING)

Drink the fuck up.

I ain't drinking this shit,

after that nasty ass ball was in it.

Alcohol kills the germs anyway, son.

Beer is beer, word. Yo, cheers.

Cheers. Hey, everyone,
drink, drink, drink!

(ALL CHANTING)

Why Ol' Dirty Bastard?

'Cause there ain't no father to my style.

But I can be the father to your child,
you know what I'm saying?

Have you have ever even
smoked a woolie before?

No, bro.

- (MUSIC STOPS)
- (ALL GROANING)

How's it gonna be a party
without no music?

I got this, son. Hold up. Go on.
Kick a song like this real quick. Let's...

(BEATBOXING)

Suckers can't fuck
But that rhymes like a duck

They shake, shiver they're yours to go

As you should by the raw men input
This is my stomping ground

I'm stomping like big foot

Sit back and watch
as I stomp like sasquatch

When I fuck you girls but honey
please don't scratch me

Smooth to suave the way that I play it

I say I'm smooth and suave
'Cause no one else will say it

I'm a smooth romancer mic your hands up

Round cheddar when I drop the slander

I have to answer for you microphone bums

Boy, you get burn by this witty rap tongue

Shotgun hit you in you chest like bam

Smell it in the air
that's cause shit hit the fan

I am what I am, who am I? Call me super

Black girl recruiter plus crowd seducer

Greasy hands, snotty nose
I'm giving head shots and body blows

Catchin' bodies but nobody knows

How you like me now? Like my style

I'm doing foul like a criminal
that's on trial

Hardcore special of the day is served raw

You gets no wins,
you won't even get the score

Our blacks out, y'all gonna lose your mind
like the mad house

Niggas should be rocking fresh jeans
'cause they assed out

(ALL CHEERING)

I use and abuse all groups and crews

I can't lose
Straight up and down I'm bad news

Rebel, still make noise like heavy metal

My sound, mini echo
My town is every ghetto

Method of the man,
there's better something to see

While I rain down on 'em like SWV

Of course they wanna talk
when they know you the source

Coming from the dark side
I can show you the force

On cheese street, my bed

Prison tracks act like Jehovah Witnesses

'Cause the beats keep knocking
ill that's the regular

Never could you measure up
RECDMG better connect with us

That shit was dope.

Check it out, check it out.
If y'all liked that, you gonna love this.

Yo, play that shit, son.

Word! Hey, turn that shit up, man.

Come on DJ, turn that up.

Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya

Best protect ya neck, kid

I smoke on the mic
like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier

The hell raiser,
raisin' hell with the flavor

- WOMAN ON TV: Jefferey, is that you?
- MAN ON TV: Yes Jennie.

You know him?

Yeah, we're old friends. We used to
hang around in the same neighborhood.

Yeah, I forget.

- He was Mickey Mouse, I'm Dumbo.
- You called each other what?

That's what they come up with, son?

Hey, yo, wouldn't that shit be crazy?

If they actually became friends and shit?

They do. You gotta keep watching it,
know what I mean?

(BABY CRYING)

Oh, shit.

It's getting late, so I'm gonna head out.

What's up?

I came over here to relax.

Y'all managed to Tom Sawyer me
into doing your work.

Tom Sawyer? What you talking about?

Y'all both need to pick up a book
from time to time.

Nah, I'm good with the flicks.

Come on, you know I be reading
mad comic books, baby.

Yeah, okay. Can you hand me his stuff?

Yeah, I got you.

Get home safe. Thanks for your help.

Looks like you had
about as much luck as I did?

Damn, yo. Not one distributor?

No, no, we found one.

But he works on consignment.

It's probably worth it,
it's better than nothing.

It's something.

Our shit is too dope.
I don't know what the fuck is going on.

When I was out there hustling,

you once told me
that my way wasn't the only way.

I didn't wanna hear it then,
but you're right, Bobby.

Yo, this music, your music, it's the way.

And I have your back now.
It's not a sprint, Bobby,

it's a marathon.

We just have to keep grinding.

Hey, Violet,
can I ride with you to the Def Jam party?

Y'all said something
about a Def Jam party?

So now you wanna talk to me?

What, you think someone like me doesn't
know anything about rap music?

It's not even like that.

I'm just messing with you. Violet.

Yo. RZA. This is my brother, Divine.

- Hey.
- Hey.

We just out here trying to get our record
out to a distributor.

May I?

Wu-Tang Clan, that's, different.

If we could just play the song for you...

No need,
I heard it after you walked right by me

and played it at the booth
across from mine.

I like it.
You've definitely got something here.

You on the radio?

Yeah, we, you know, we working on it.

Call me when you get some spins, you know?
Could be college radio, wherever.

Just give me something to work with,
so I can show my bosses

and get you into our stores.

Thank you, Violet Brown.

(SIGHS)

I am sorry, Vine, I wasn't...

For what? We got a consignment deal

and a contact for one of the biggest
retail buyers in the country.

Might not be what was hoped for

but it's more than we had
at the start of the day.

Hopefully, the rest of the Clan is
coming through with that radio airplay.

I'm sure they will. Let's go.

I want you to promise me.

If I don't make it tonight,
get me to the hospital.

Get them to operate.
My cornea's are for Jennie.

WOMAN ON PHONE: WKCR-89.9.

Yes, hello.

I want to put in a request.

WOMAN: What's your request?

Wu-Tang Clan's Protect Ya Neck.

This shit is getting real tired.
You need to stop calling back.

Wait, hold on. What you mean,
stop calling back up here?

You know what you're doing.

That shit ain't gonna work.

Watch your fucking tone, man.

- It's un... Hello?
- (HANGS UP)

It's that same fucking radio station, guy.

Stretch and Bobbito.

Them niggas is right there uptown, son.

We could hop on the ferry,

be over there in less than a hour.

Hand deliver this shit, know what I mean?

Yeah, come on son.

DENNIS: Whatever security there is,
locks on the door,

we getting through to the station.

Yeah, on some Killer shit, for real.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

Can I help you?

Yeah. We're here for Stretch and Bobbito.

- Are you guests of the show?
- Yeah, unexpected guests.

You can't come in here.

(GRUNTS)

Alright, let's do this, Dumbo.

Why I gotta be Dumbo?

Mickey Mouse.

MAN: This area is private.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

Excuse me,
can I help y'all with something?

We got something for you.

I love college, man.

Where can I get an application?

You think it's just parties and shit

but your ass
wouldn't last a week in college.

Taking tests and shit? Nah, son.

All you gotta do is memorize shit,

spit it back out, not that much different
than rhyming in the studio.

Too many white people for me, son.

You know they got Black colleges, right?

Then what? Get a nine-to-five?
That ain't me, son.

RZA got a five-year plan that's better
than four years in college.

They keep rocking with us like they was
rocking with us last night,

it ain't gonna take five years, son.
We on our way. Wu-Tang, baby!

If you were at the Zeta Rho Phi party
that got shut down last night,

I hope you made it back.

Here's that new joint by some dudes
who tore it down last night.

Protect Ya Neck by Wu-Tang Clan.

This shit you gave me is dope.
Where you say you got it?

Dudes just rushed the station.
Came up in here like, "play our record."

We should play it. Tonight.

You heard us on Stretch and Bob,
know what I mean?

We was doing what we supposed to do.
Handling our business and all that, guy.

Yo, I did, y'all, I did.

I gave that shit to a DJ
at the convention center,

and he played that shit too.

And Meth and them
got that college to play it.

It's a good start but we need major play
at radio stations.

You dig?

Word, know what I mean? We gonna get that.

Oh, hey.

What's the word with the gods?

Got street team down in VA working.

They loved the new record.
We might need another pressing.

We still gotta make our money back, nigga.
Come one son, consignment ain't it.

We head up ninety-five, hitting on all
them towns, getting our name out there,

shit'll be selling like crack rock.

Word. Word.

So, where we heading first?

Yo, I think, Connecticut,
maybe Providence.

Some shit like that.

Divine planned all that shit, so...

Shit is gonna be funky on that van.

I went ahead and got that special fix.
Know what I mean?

- That's that new shit, nigga.
- What's that all about?

...right here on WBLS-107.5

New York's home
for the hottest hip-hop and R&B.

I got a brand new exclusive for you.

This song is bubbling
in the streets right now.

Coming to you from Staten Island,

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

Wu Tang Clan coming at ya

(WHOOPING)

Best protect ya neck, kid

First to set it off

The Inspectah Deck here

I smoke on the mic like
Smokin' Joe Frazier

The hell raiser,
raisin' hell with the flavor

Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan

Swingin' through your town
like your neighborhood Spiderman

You hear that shit?

Where to, sir?

JFK, please. Can you turn that up?

Hey, could you pull over real quick?

I can't believe this is happening again.
I know this guy.

You know what, actually?
Never mind, I'm gonna stay.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I have to. By the way,

did you catch the name of the song?

No.

We made it, son. We made it.

The Wu is too slammin'
for these cold killin' labels

who ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel

Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel

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

That's what you get
when you misuse what I invent

Your empire falls and you lose every cent

For tryna blow up a scrub

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

(ALL WHOOPING)

WOMAN 1 ON RADIO: Whatever that song was
you just played, by whoever that was,

y'all need to play that again. Right now.

Back-to-back on a loop.

WOMAN 2 ON RADIO:
Hello, hello? Am I on air?

Is this the answering machine?

The hell kinda station is this?

I'd like to request Protect Ya Neck
by the Wu-Tang Clan.

If y'all don't know what I'm talking about
y'all shouldn't even be on this job.

That means you outta touch
with the people.

You got no ear to the streets.

- That means...
-(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

MAN 1 ON RADIO:
Y'all finally play some real shit.

Y'all finally play some real shit
for the streets.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

(MAN WHOOPING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

WOMAN 3 ON RADIO: Can you please tell

your DJ to put that Wu-Tang
into rotation?

I'm sitting here by my radio
with my cassette lookin' stupid,

waiting to record.

Not that I'm broke or nothing
but I need a copy of that, feel me?

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

- MAN 2: Hey, what's up man?
- MAN 3: Cool it, man.

You know I had to call,
you know why right?

MAN 2: Why?

MAN 3: Because, I never, ever call
to ask you to play something, right?

MAN 2: Yes.

MAN 3: You know what I want to hear,
right?

- MAN 2: What you want to hear?
- MAN 3: I want to hear that W-Tang joint.

- MAN 2: Wu-Tang again?
- MAN 3: Again and again.