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I seen you at the Park Villa battle.

Hey, jump on the mic. Lay some shit down.

Make sure this shit spread through the streets.

That shit was cool. You know, for the neighborhood.

This Def Jam, nigga.

It's like being at the hip-hop hall of fame.

Yo, one day they gonna paint my name right next to LL.

What we are tryna do is create a business.

Now, in order to do that, we gotta paper up.

For the rest of the world to see that, I need time, I need control, I need trust.

I'll sign this.

The fucking paperwork only comes into play if we break our word.

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

Who ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel

BOBBY: Thought you were steppin' away from street shit.

It ain't shit, a'ight? Still gotta get that cream.

Yo, that music shit ain't doin' nothin' for me right now.

(SIREN CHIRPS)

Put your hands up! Turn around, slowly.

Definitely, son.

Yo, RZA, what's up, man?

We just signed to Loud.

- (ALL LAUGHING) - Hold on. Look at this shit.

Oh, shit! Nigga! Yo!

- Know what I'm saying? - What the fuck, yo?

You like that? Okay, looks great.

Okay, guys, moving on, please.

- Moving on? - Hey, yo, hold on, man, all right?

That shit don't even look real.

Looks fake, all right?

This is the Wu-Tang Clan.

- We gotta... - The dopest rap group in the game.

That's what you guys do best.

Rap.

This is what I do best, direct.

Trust me.

Nah, see, the label not paying for this shit.

We are.

Out of our own pockets, you feel me?

So, we gonna do another take. You dig?

- You heard? - MAN 1: Someone get that motherfucker!

MAN 2: Yo, look! Oh, shit!

Come on! Fuck him up!

Hey, yo, yo, yo, film that shit.

Don't look at him, nigga. Film that shit, yo.

Come on. Come on!

Yo, that motherfucker dealing dirt again?

You're not even from here!

Yo, take your shit back to the hood, son.

Move, move, move.

Give me a Dutch angle.

(MEN CLAMORING)

Yo, yo, yo! Protect your fucking neck!

Come on, come on, yo.

Cut.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

All this for y'all?

Hey, yo, it's for us. Take whatever you want.

Cast and crew only.

- Hey, yo. - This is cast!

I ain't paying for all this shit if my people can't eat.

Hey, yo! Yo, I'm talkin' to you!

Come on. You a cameraman now or some shit?

Nah, I'm a historian. You know I gotta document this, shigga.

Nah, man. I'm telling you.

Yo, yo, get that fucking camera out of my face, nigga.

Go over there with it.

Listen to me. We spent all of our label money to reimburse Power,

and to pay back my credit card,

only to charge my card back to pay for this video.

- We should've paid for this ourselves. - Yo, I hear you.

You know what I'm saying?

Look, this next shot.

it's gonna be on some Shaw Brothers shit.

What are you talking... They gonna be flippin'?

- What are they gonna be doing? - It's marketing, man.

Yo, people watch the video, they get hyped,

and then they wanna buy our album, yo.

Steve's gotta understand this. He'll pay us back.

Oh, yeah, he better.

(ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)

Hey, son, whenever I get mad about money,

I take a hit of this,

and I ain't stressing no more. You hear me?

Let me get that. Thank you.

What about your probation, yo?

Chill, it's done.

So, no more drug tests.

- What the hell? - Big smoker. All right.

- (BOTH LAUGH) - Yo!

Hey, yo, this shit is crazy, god.

Right.

Yo, I told you, back when we was, what? Freshmens?

How we was gonna do our first music video when we made it big.

I know you remember that.

Nah, nigga.

What I do remember, having to fight your ass

to write rhymes with me and GZA. You remember that?

Son, that wasn't no fight. You took that ass whopping like a man.

I was undefeated, yo.

I chased you down until I lumped you up.

And then we rhymed.

Ask GZA, man.

All right.

But, yo, I'm glad I listened to you on that writing shit, man.

You saw somethin' in me I ain't fully see in myself, know what I'm sayin'?

Word.

Hey, yo, yo, cuz!

- Cuz. - We gonna act, too.

- Yo. Over here. - Come here, man.

- Remember when I whopped his ass? - Remember when I whopped his ass?

- Yo! Come on. - Yeah, man.

Yo, son, I whopped your ass.

Y'all niggas stupid.

Listen, yo, it was in class.

He's trippin'.

Yo!

Hey, Yo, Byron. Yo, what's good?

Yo, no more Rebel?

You Inspectah Deck now?

Yo, I heard the tape.

I ain't heard you say that many words since...

Ever. (LAUGHS)

Cool.

Nah, but for real,

heard you can sign solo anywhere, right?

Yeah.

MAN: Boo!

Yeah, you slipping.

I could have never got the drop on you inside.

Shit, yo, what up, Chino?

Hey, yo, when'd you get out?

Couple days ago.

I came over 'cause I heard what y'all been doin'.

It's Staten Island against the world,

but it's looking like the world could lose.

Yeah, yo, you know, no doubt.

You still rhyming?

Mind can't think free and rhyme locked up.

Hey. We about to start rolling.

Why don't you get up in the video?

You know I'm type shy, son.

Well, you know, this will help.

Word up!

It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth

Movin' on your left, ah

And set it off, get it off, let it off

Like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back

Small change They puttin' shame in the game

I take aim And blow that nigga out the frame

And like fame My style'll live forever

Niggas crossin' over But they don't know no better

But I do, true, can I get a "sue"

Enough respect due to the 1-6-ooh

I mean oh, yo...

Hey, yo, what up, son?

Everybody been looking for you and shit.

We 'bout to get on your shot next.

The hell you doing up here?

Yo, Rae, you good?

This is my 180, god.

Sleepin' up here was my lowest low.

The little shit I had was in this closet back here.

Know what I mean?

Needed that shit though.

Destroy to build and all that. You know what I mean?

It's like...

That's how Sha

becomes Raekwon.

Exactly.

"This shall confirm the agreement between the artist, Inspectah Deck

"and from Curb Records for all services for recording".

Hey, yo, guy, I can't tell if they got a lawyer write this shit

or it's just some street niggas tryin' to sound like lawyers.

It's because it's all trick knowledge, god.

That's why I'll never sign shit.

- All right. - Here, son.

Hey, yo, what the fuck? Hey.

Yo, son. You think Byron could do better for you than the Abbot?

Yo, they was offering 20K. I was gonna show RZA.

Man, come on, son. Abbot is the North Star.

You follow his lead.

Now, come on. Follow my lead.

Slap hard at the video. Get this camera off my face, man.

Word. Word. Word.

Time to go!

We ran out of film. That's...

Hey, yo. Yo, yo, y'all good?

We have two minutes of film left.

Yo, it's. it's actually all good.

We got that last scene, so we could just...

Chop off the head.

Chop off the what?

Hey, yo. Bring in the dummy.

Yo, check it.

In Flying Guillotine, Sing Yang sees some street performers throwing plates.

Gets inspired, makes him create this weapon

to decapitate the Emperor's enemies.

That's our ending,

the righteous Wu-Tang Clan coming together

to chop off the heads of our enemies running the music industry.

We should do it like that.

Why don't you just do it like that?

I need somebody to get their head chopped off.

You ain't chopping nobody's heads off. What's this shit, man?

What are you talking about?

Hell, nah, son.

You get your head chopped off. How about that?

- I'm not doing that shit, yo. - I'll chop somebody head off,

but fuck all that other shit. Bobby's flipped.

Yo, this our last shot of our first video.

Yo, I'd do that shit, man.

Sacrifice my neck to get everybody else neck nodding.

Word, word.

See the manifestation, dawg.

All right, yo, that's what's up.

- You got the camera angle? - I've only got a few seconds.

All right. Bring it in. Hurry up, hurry up. All right.

Right on his neck. All right? Ready?

Three, two, one. Action!

All right, cut. Bring it in.

I'm about out.

Hurry up. Hurry up. Thank you.

Lay it out. All right?

Three, two...

That motherfucker, yo. Action.

(ALL CHEERING)

Yeah!

Now that looked real.

(CHUCKLES)

It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth Movin' on your left, ah

How you... How you feel?

- I love it. - Yeah?

Yeah, it's fucking raw. I can't wait to see it when it's finished.

What you mean when it's finished, yo? I mean, it's basically already done.

Right, but I mean, there's like timecode on it still though, right?

Yeah, that's just to keep it, you know, looking raw. Looking real.

Yo, this could be great promotion for the album.

- Yes. - Oh, shit.

What's up?

Oh. Word. I can reimburse you for the video,

if that's what you want.

Or I can take that money and I can send you guys

- to Jack the Rapper. - Jack the Rapper?

Naughty by Nature, Outkast, Tupac, LL Cool J,

every important DJ and press outlet in the industry,

and I got you guys a performance slot.

Opening for Run-DMC.

Yo!

What's better promotion for Wu-Tang's album than that?

But I wanted to talk to you first

because if you want the label to reimburse you for the video,

it's not too late.

That's why you're the Abbot right there.

Def Jam gonna let us take whatever we want,

even though we ain't signed with them?

I'm takin' whatever regardless.

METHOD MAN: Yeah, this place is mad cool, yo.

Yo. Go get you a red shirt with a cream hat or some shit, man.

Yeah, man. Get your shit right.

Ice-cream flavors like you and Ghost?

Look Check him out, look at him.

Yo, why you takin' so many?

Yo, most of these is for Shurrie's, huh?

I'm gonna get her some of them Wonder Woman bracelets...

Yo, mind your business, nigga.

If U-God was out right now, he'd take pair of each of these shits

and sell it for double the price on the block.

Word.

Yo, you feel that texture right there?

That's hip-hop and high quality, you know what I mean?

Hold on. When does U-God get out?

I don't know, Sha.

Okay, Dirty.

All right, all right. I ain't mad.

I see y'all taking full advantage of Carl's invite.

Okay. Shit. What's up?

- Hey, Meth. - How you doin'?

- I'm good, how are you? - I'm good.

- Everybody looking good. - Yeah, you too, mama.

- Tracey, right? - Mmm-hmm.

If we would've signed to Def Jam like I told, niggas,

we would've been draped in this all the time.

Listen, you still can.

Come here.

I heard you can sign solo deals wherever you want.

Hey. When I said don't come back here, you thought I was kidding?

MRS. GRANT: No, no. I told him to come down.

He had some questions about the business.

When has he ever had questions about the family business?

You wanted to know the wholesale costs of T-shirts? V-neck or crew?

Uh, Crew.

- How many? - I don't know.

Prices go down the bigger the order.

I'm gonna have to think about that.

But I'mma definitely need a print shop to do some logos.

Suppliers can print.

What was that, Pop?

He said. "Suppliers can print."

That will save you a step and money.

Word.

That's good advice, Pop.

Anything else?

(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

Russell, I am on the fucking phone.

That's what's up, man. Come on. Dirt Dog and Def Jam.

- Can you shut the fuck up and wait? - On my window outside.

Where the hell is Bobby anyway?

I don't know.

Then, what the fuck... Okay.

Nigga... Crazy!

(SINGING) Gotta get up and be somebody

- Yo, Bobby. - Yo, yo.

There's some business that we need to deal with.

Okay. A'ight.

Talk to me.

Def Jam is offering $175,000 for Meth

and $150,000 for Dirty.

What, you forgot how to give good news, nigga?

Yeah, but...

Elektra has also made an offer for Dirty, $150,000.

All right.

That's the same as Def Jam.

Yeah, but, everything that Def Jam wouldn't give Dirty on the back end,

Elektra will, and much more.

See, Elektra really believes in Dirty.

They're offering reversions, 20 years.

I mean, that kind of back end is only for high end, you know, acts.

It's hard to say no to.

Hey, I don't know, man.

You know, Dirty's been wanting to sign to Def Jam since we was kids.

Like, since forever.

I get it.

All right, you want me...

You want me to let Def Jam know that they got Meth and Dirty?

I mean, you know, they ain't gonna wait around forever.

So Elektra will give Dirty all his music back?

It's in the contract.

Take the Elektra deal.

Yeah, but you don't wanna talk to Dirty first?

No.

You and I, we make all the business decisions.

Yeah, but he's family.

He's family and we're looking out for him.

Okay.

All right.

I'll talk to Rifkind, all right? I'll see you at the studio, yeah?

Jack The Rapper is next week,

and you know, the album release is right after.

Yo. What's good, kid?

Shit. You made bail?

Well, the jails can't hold the God.

Yo, what'd I miss?

Well, we still gotta get your shots for the video.

We can't use the camera 'cause we don't have the funds.

So, we gotta use GZA's camcorder.

All right, so, the fuck is we waiting for? Let's do this shit.

All right, honestly, yo, I'm zoned in...

In this music right now.

And besides, we gotta recruit all the guys together

to hop in the shots so that shit don't look stupid,

so it looks connected.

That's all.

For real, yo, I ain't hustling no more. I'm ready to put that work in.

You know I'm not the "I told you so" type of nigga.

Truth.

So, I'mma just finish up this album.

All right, son.

Yo, you know what?

Nah.

Nah, what?

You need to finish this album, right?

- Right? - Yes.

I'mma help you do that shit.

All right, nigga.

All right, well, shit, help me out.

You remember that six-man symphony joint we did back in the day?

With Aisham and Streetlife.

Come on, say you remember that shit. Our verse was like...

Raw I'mma give it to ya

- With no trivia - With no trivia

Cocaine straight from Bolivia

- You remember that shit! - Yeah.

Yo, you need to put that shit on, son.

Strong and immune to nearly any weapon

When it's properly used, It's almost invincible.

Raw I'mma give it to ya with no trivia

Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia

My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation

Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead

You might as well run into the wall and bang your head

I'm pushing force My force you're doubting

I'm making devils cower to the Caucus Mountain

Feeling this beat, huh?

This is dope, G-O-D.

Go again.

Go and write some.

Raw I'mma give it to ya with no trivia

Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia

(SCOFFS)

Half of these ain't even my size.

Hey, yo, they used to be.

I know you didn't just say that.

I was the only one asking for clothes for my girl.

But if you don't like it, I'll take this shit back.

I didn't say all that.

- All right. - Yeah.

With these fits, me and Darren should star in our own music video.

Bread and butter. (SNICKERS)

Y'all was talking mad shit about D-Lover,

but Shakwon, he now sells bread and butter?

Just listen.

I packed a toast and I spread the butter

Had me weakened and laid out in the gutter

All right, that shit kinda tough though, all right? Tough.

Whatchu think? Hey, what's wrong? What's wrong?

Is he okay?

I don't know.

Call the doctor's office.

And don't yell at them.

It's okay. Look, you gotta just keep breathing.

Whole lot of Staten island shit going on. Wu-Tang, we here.

Park Hill, you see it. Peace to the guys of the Earth. Word.

Yo. Check that out.

Hey, yo. Hey, cuz. You got something for me?

I don't got anything, but, Jamel might.

All right. You wanna go in the booth? Try it out?

(RAPPING) Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty

What justifies the homicide when he dies in his own iniquity?

Hey, hey, yo. Yo.

Yo, I really wanna feel those lyrics, all right?

Pick it up, pick it up.

Go from getting your head chopped off in the video

to chopping off niggas' heads in the studio. All right?

All right. Word.

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty

What justifies the homicide when he dies in his own iniquity

It's the master of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya

We have an APB on an MC Killer

Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that his stature

Hey, yo, so, this new shit right here is called Pro Tools.

Makes the music digital. So, I'm able to move the music where I want.

Damn, B. It's like you buildin' a whole universe.

See the Wu-Tang techniques, yo.

Like, check this, right here. This is your verse, right?

Mmm-hmm.

It's unfinished. But now it's...

- (VOCAL LINE PLAYING) - Done.

So is that album, nigga.

Good job, dawg.

To the first of fucking many.

Yo, pop that shit.

Yeah, baby. Hell, yeah.

Hey, pour Ason some, yo.

(ALL CHEERING AND CLAMORING)

- All right. - Doin' good.

Man, I'mma take the whole bottle!

All right. Yo, so your travel's all booked for Jack the Rapper.

The album is done!

All that leaves is one question.

You all ready to rip the stage or what?

You fucking kidding me?

Yo, me and my cousin ready for this shit since we was fucking kids, yo.

Word, son. And I told you back then,

we was gonna take over the whole game, son.

Look, you might be the Abbot, but I am the Oracle, know what I mean?

- Cheers to that. - Cheers.

- Salud. - Cheers.

Hey, yo, this bottle mad smooth, son.

I'mma need this shit when I get signed with Def Jam! Baby!

Hey, yo, you sure you don't want the rest of this thing?

No, that's all you.

They gonna have to paint my face on the whole side of the Def Jam building

when it's all said and done. So, yo,

you already know what my album cover's about to be.

Hey, yo. Hey, yo, cuz.

You're signing to Elektra.

Nigga, stop playing with me, son.

Yo, so, my album cover about to be this welfare card, right?

And it's gonna have my face.

Hey. Hey, yo, yo. I'm being serious, all right?

I already told Def Jam no.

Nigga, call 'em back.

No, it's done.

I'mma call 'em myself then, nigga. You trippin'.

Yo. Meth, he's signed into Def Jam.

You're signed into Elektra, yo.

I've already signed the papers...

Hey, nigga, that's fucked up, yo.

How you gonna pick Meth over me? We family.

Ain't nobody choosing Meth over you. Come on, yo.

Hey, yo, he going to Def Jam and I'm not, right?

What the fuck that mean?

You know what's gonna happen in 20 years?

Get the fuck outta here.

In 20 years, you're gonna have control of all your music back, yo.

Nigga, I don't give a fuck about none of that shit, son.

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

Treating me like I'm a little ass kid.

You always talkin' about this shit for a bigger plan.

Nigga, this your plan!

This is for you!

Don't act like you did this shit for us.

'Cause all I ever wanted to be was on Def Jam.

Are you fucking stupid, nigga?

Do you know how hard it is to get control of your own music in this game?

You could be pissed off now.

But in 20 years, when you get your shit back,

you gonna say, "Damn, RZA was right.

"He was really looking out for me for the rest of my life.

"My grandbabies can eat offa my work."

Nigga, you serious?

I don't need you out here planning my grandbabies' life for me.

The fuck you think you is, son?

You don't know what's best for me, nigga.

Yeah. Yeah, I do, cuz.

That's why y'all put me up in charge, right?

Yo, signing those papers,

it's the smartest thing you do in your life.

Yo, what the...

Yo, chill the fuck out, nigga.

Yo, what the fuck?

Yo, yo, chill out. Yo!

Fuck, nigga!

(GROANS)

Nigga, fuck you, son!

Is he on drugs?

They're giving him fluids in his IV, just so he can stay hydrated.

He's just tired.

What about you?

You're always taking care of everyone. Aren't you tired?

I'mma put on your favorite movie. Okay, Darren?

Where's your bag?

Nah, I'm staying here.

Baby, no.

Nah, the guys don't need me right now.

- No. - Y'all do.

I got you something. Disorderlies. All right.

That's not it.

His new favorite is The Last Dragon.

Bruce Leroy, catching bullets with his teeth.

Nigga, please.

Are you really not gonna go to Jack the Rapper?

Are you stupid?

You think that's funny, huh?

Yeah, all right.

Shit is not bad.

What happened to the other spot?

Yo, old apartments have less reverb.

I'm hooking up the basement though.

It's gonna be more official. Not like the last one.

Just stinks a little bit, these old-ass pipes.

You're never gonna change, Bobby.

What you mean?

Just saying. For the first time in your life, you got your own crib.

Instead of you getting some fly flashy shit,

you're worried about some damn sound levels.

Hey, yo. What gets you ahead keeps you ahead, yo.

I hear that. Yo, what's up with you and Dirty though?

What'd he say?

Shit, I don't know. I haven't heard from him.

Word?

He's not out in the van?

Told Ghost that he's gonna get there hisself.

- Get to Atlanta by himself? - Don't know.

Hey, yo, fuck that, nigga. We gotta go to his crib.

No. Leave him be.

You wanted the responsibility to make these business decisions?

This is all a part of it.

You just gotta give him some space, bro.

Hey, with all due respect, yo,

everything I've done, I've done for the group.

And it's worked out. Has it not?

Shit, god, for love?

Sometimes you gotta go through hell just to come out right.

- Homie. Look, come on. - (HORN HONKS)

Gonna lay some phat tracks on the way, Bobby.

Fucking shit.

Hey, yo, what's up, A-Town? We here at Jack the Rapper.

You see what's going on? We got a lot of heavy-hitters here.

(PEOPLE CHEERING AND CLAMORING)

Yo, I just seen Menance, yo.

Shit was ill, son.

Come out to Cali, cuz, I'll take you around.

Hey, y'all killing it.

We need to do a track on some New York meets Dirty South shit.

Hey, yo, I talked to Shurrie. You gonna be good?

Yeah, son. No doubt.

Word, word. Hey, you seen Dirty?

- The fuck... - Nah, son.

Dirty! Yo, is Dirty in here?

Yo, Deck. Dirty here?

Yo, you seen Dirty?

What the fuck, man?

There was a problem for you down South?

- In my field? - Yeah.

Nah... But fuck them for telling me I can't go.

They gonna violate you, son.

For what? Working on positivity?

Yeah, they got me one time. Dodged 'em a million. Watch.

Yo.

Chill. I'm good, son. I'm all in with this shit, all right?

- Yeah. - I got you.

Hey, could we get a word with you guys?

Hey, what's up? We broadcast locally across four Southern states

for the people that love hip-hop music.

Hey, you guys performers tonight?

Hell, yeah.

Yeah? All right. Yeah, let's do it. Let's do this shit.

- Yo. Yeah, we superstars, baby. - Hey, yo!

We're Wu-Tang. What you wanna know about?

Hell, yeah.

I saw your video. The black and white one that looks unfinished.

What?

Hey, nigga, fuck all that. Get this on camera.

- Hey, yo, is you recordin', son? - Yeah.

Yo, walk the fuck out, yo.

Hey, yo, it's the one-man army, Ason, you know what I'm sayin'?

But I gather with my brothers, you know what I'm sayin'?

'Cause, we stronger together. You know what I'm sayin'?

- Hey, yo, you got tickets to our show? - Yeah.

Then watch us show better than we can tell you.

- Wu-Tang is the best. - Word.

- We're forever. - Forever.

Like herpes, nigga.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Yo, cuz, you good?

MAN: I'm sorry, it's done.

- STEVE: What do you mean it's done? - There's nothin' I can do, man.

STEVE: I'll crack your fuckin' skull!

My family was born in this music industry before you were even born!

- Yo, yo, yo! - Get off me. All right.

- Why you fucking touching me? - Everything all right?

They're cutting us from the show.

Coming through.

Yo! We're talking to you, man.

- Yo, it'll be few seconds. - No, man.

Yo, stop, we talking to you for a second.

I already told the head of your labels. Show's running late.

We had to cut someone, and it ain't gonna be Run-DMC.

We just drove all the way from New York. We're not going back.

And our album is dropping.

Get their backstage pass.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, just one song, man.

That's all I'm asking for. Just let us do one song.

Better luck next year. Man, get their pass.

Yo, fuck that, son.

I didn't leave my brother back home like that for us to not perform.

Hey, yo, chill.

Now, I smoothed it out with Jam Master Jay.

He loved our record.

He's gonna give us seven minutes before they perform.

Nah.

That promoter is a fucking problem.

Even if Jay says that we can go on,

he's still not gonna let us perform.

So, what then?

It's like, niggas only respect you

when you on the Ra-Ra shit.

That's what the fuck I'm talking about, son.

ANNOUNCER: Here you are, y'all. It's Jack the Rapper!

The event to see the best acts in rap and hip-hop.

It was here you got to see KMD

drop their hit track Peachfuzz back in 1991.

(CROWD CHEERING)

It was here you got to see Redman wild out

and do the crazy freestyle in '92.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up? How we doing?

Jack the Rapper Convention, 1993.

- Make some noise! - (CROWD CHEERS)

DJ: Listen, guys, I don't get my check from you.

They hand me a set list, I flip my switches, that's it.

- I can't accommodate you. - You're a sound guy.

So your ears are just real fucking good, right?

You wanna hear ambulance louder than you ever heard,

'cause you're riding at the back of it?

We're trying to be professional here,

but we don't have to be. You know what I mean? It's up to you.

Play the fucking song.

Make some noise!

You ready for some beats?

We've laid up the best rappers in the world,

here, at Jack the Rapper convention, 1993.

Stand up!

Yo, who's ready to see some of the best acts in rap, today?

We got LL Cool J!

Yo, who wants to see Naughty by Nature?

Are you ready for Outkast,

all the way from the West Coast.

Move!

Get ready for the kings of rap,

Run-DMC!

Hey, it's Wu-Tang, what the fuck up?

What's good, nigga?

OL' DIRTY BASTARD: Jack the Rapper, what's up?

(CROWD GASPS)

Yo, who the fuck is that?

ALL: Sue!

We're here to change your programming, nigga.

METHOD MAN: Yo, Dirty, what we doing?

They don't know Wu-Tang?

Yo, let 'em know, son.

Word? Hey, yo, play that shit, DJ.

- Tiger style - Yeah, Wu-Tang no fuck tank

- (RAPPING) Tiger style - You know the fucking RZA

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

There's no place to hide Once I step inside the room

Doctor Doom, prepare for the boom

Bam! Aw, man! I slam, jam Now scream like Tarzan

I be tossin', enforcin' My style is awesome

I'm causin' more family feud Than Richard Dawson

And the survey said, "You're dead!"

Fatal Flying Guillotine Chops off your fuckin' head

Mister, who is that? Ayo, the Wu is back

Makin' niggas go Bo! Bo! Like I'm Super Cat

Me fear no one, oh, no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum

Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up

My style carries like a pick-up truck

Cross the clear blue yonder Sea to shinin' sea

I slam tracks Like quarterback sacks from LT

Now why try and test the Rebel INS?

Blessed since the birth I earth-slam your best

'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake And eat it, too, with my crew

While we head state to state

And if you want beef Then bring the ruckus!

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

Straight from the motherfuckin' slums That's busted

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

MAN IN CROWD: Give me one of 'em Wu-Tang shirts.

WOMAN IN CROWD: I want a t-shirt!

Represent.

Chop his head off, kid.

The Meth will come out tomorrow

Styles, get busy, bizarre, bizarro

Flow, with more afro than Rollo

Comin' to a fork in the road...

Wu-Tang! Come on!

Method is the Legend Niggas is Sleepy Hollow

In fact I'm a hard act to follow

I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through

Niggas is like "Oh, my God, not you!"

Yes, I, come to get a slice Of the punk and the pie

Rather do than die, check my flava

Comin from the RZA Which is short for the razor

Who make me reminisce true like Deja

Vu! I'm rubber, niggas is like glue

Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

- Tiger style, Tiger style - (CROWD CHEERING)

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

Yo, what the fuck is going on?

Stand up! Stand up!

Fuck, yeah, son!

Representin' Brooklyn, Queens Long Island

First one to request Protect Ya Neck at Video Music Box.

I knew they'd blow up.

Niggas from Virginia

I've been on that shit before the video.

When it was on Stretch and Bobbito.

Heard what they did at Jack the Rapper?

Yo, they rushed that stage like they was robbing a bank!

Check. One, two. One, two.

You're tuned in to the world-famous Wake Up Show. I'm DJ King Tech.

And I'm Sway. We're coming at you live,

broadcasting from 106.1 AM-EL.

San Francisco Bay Area, get ready to listen to this brand-new Wu-Tang Clan.

You ain't heard that, Sway!

- Nah, you know I did. - (TAPPING)

We got a caller on line two.

Okay. We got a caller, I guess.

I didn't even know we was taking calls right now.

We movin' up, baby. We takin' calls now.

You're live. Who we listenin' to? Who is this?

Yo, yo. What up, Bay Area? This is the RZA speaking.

BOTH: Oh, damn! We got the RZA.

Ma, yo. Yo, Mommy. Mommy, I'm tellin' you... Yo.

Yo, the people are lovin' it. They're lovin' us.

Yo, sales are up. Were you able to see the album cover yet or...

I'm so excited for you, but I'm a little confused.

Is that you in the mask?

That wasn't me. That was an intern.

What's an intern doing playing you?

He wasn't...

He wasn't playing me.

It was a complicated shoot, all right?

- We could talk about that later. - Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'm happy it all worked out, Bobby.

Yeah. Me, too, Mommy.

Me, too.

I love you.

Whoo! My brother!

I know. Here I am. Right on time.

Yo, respect.

Hey,

we did this shit.

Nah. This was your vision.

Me, you know, I just played my part.

Hey, yo. If you wasn't playing that part,

none of this shit would even be possible.

Yo, I'm not talking about the music shit.

I'm talking about before the music shit.

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks, lil' bro.

(PHONE RINGING)

Wu-Tang Productions.

Yeah. Yeah. No, no. We'll check in on that on Monday,

but, you know, just to be straight up with you, we've had other offers.

Uh-huh. Okay. All right. Good-bye.

Yeah. So, we've had this office for a month,

and every single label's called us.

Asking about Deck, and Rae,

and RZA, and Ghost, and U-God.

As it should be.

Yo, speakin' of Deck,

I just finished the last song on his album.

So that makes what...

Five fucking albums we did?

Oh, man. Come on, man. Come on. Oh, bro. Come here.

You know?

- Yeah, I know. - You know?

Yeah, I know, bro.

Man.

For sure.

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

Yo, Ma. The album is out.

Album? Are you on the radio?

Across the country.

Oh, my God.

We won't be staying here too much longer.

I mean, it's just the beginning. I'm gonna have my own album one day.

All 'em nights we had to do without,

Ma, I promise, that will never happen again.

I love you, son.

Yo. Something we should think about this verse.

Switch that shit up a little bit.

- Hi, man. Let's go, Lamont. - Who's this?

The fuck is you doing here, man?

A few weeks back, you went to Atlanta without permission.

Yeah? Well, you heard wrong.

I have the video.

Yo! Peace, peace.

What up, dawg?

Bro.

What up?

The album is dope. Respect.

Y'all put New York back on the map.

Yeah, we did.

Everybody know I was gonna do that.

You're about to be Def Jam's next biggest star.

Yo!

Yo, that shit is dope, son. Hey, yo, keep up the good work.

(LAUGHS)

- Check that out. - What is this?

It's my first check.

It's my first real check.

I promise that ain't gonna be my last, Pops.

We sold out of everything. Look. Check it out.

Everything. You hear me?

You gonna need more shirts, hoodies,

who knows, maybe, even some jeans.

Wu-Tang Clan.

You should call the clothing Wu-Wear.

Wu-Wear, I like that. I like that.

Hey, yo! I'm a motherfucking superstar. You know what I'm saying, son?

Hey, yo, I'm buying drinks. Who's drinking with me?

Hey, yo. The fuck, man. Can I get some service in this bitch, man?

Pour it myself.

Word. Just a little bit of this, a little bit of that.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

'Sup, man? Making a Rikers Island.

Take two of these, end up on Rikers Island. Know what I'm saying?

All right. Play time's over, buddy. You gotta go. Come on.

- (GROANS) - (WOMAN SCREAMING)

The fuck is wrong with you, son?

Damn, son.

Hey, hold up. We about to take a shot. Man, what's up, man?

This bar trouble. Damn!

I know. The numbers were higher than even expected.

But I still think that we should do, you know, a promotional tour

to boost sales in the South and the West Coast.

Nah, man. I'mma call Rich tomorrow.

Yeah.

Yeah. No, so, maybe Mojoe should get on the road with us.

Yeah. All right.

Wu-Tang forever, baby. Yeah.

Hey, Nia?

Hey. What's...

You know, what's all this?

I just found out.

Baby.

We're having a baby.

- Oh, my God! - Wait up!

Hey, yo. This is the only vinyl that got everybody's signature on it.

You're the only person who has this, Darren.

It's, like, the number one comic book signed by the writers.

Come on. Check it out, B.

(DOOR BUZZING)

Baby.

My hair was hooked up before all this rain started.

Yeah. You're a day early.

I wanted to surprise you.

Oh, God. Kiss me already.

What?

I can't believe this.

- What? - Well, you and me,

here, like this.

Why you acting all nervous?

I mean...

When you go long distance, you don't expect this to happen.

Most guys...

Yeah, they...

Most guys, they don't, you know what? They don't care.

I'm not like most guys, baby.

I'm different.

Most guys say that, so...

No. Yo, look. Look...

I'm actually different though.

All right?

I told you I'd...

- I told you I'd call you. - Mmm-hmm.

- I did that. - Mmm-hmm.

I told you I'd write to you.

- I did that. - Mmm-hmm.

I couldn't afford to lose you.

I mean, Bobby, but it's not just, like, me coming into your life.

Your life is crazy now.

You're on TV, magazines.

This is too much.

- Hey, well, look. - Hmm?

My life may be changing,

but I'm not.

I'm still me, baby.

And I need you here

to help me be me.

I need you.

Say that last part again.

I said I need you.

What is that smell?

Why you looking at me like that?

Yo, I told you it was the pipes.

- (RUMBLING) - The fuck!

What the fuck?

What the fuck is happening, man?

What happened?

Bobby, don't go down there. Call somebody.

Those are all of my shit! All my music on all those disks. Every album.

Bobby, what are you doing?

Fuck! Fuck!

Bobby, what are you doing?

Yo! That is all my fucking shit!

Every fucking album!

Fuck!