All language subtitles for Wu-Tang An American Saga S03E02

I wanted a Wu solo release
for every quarter.

And it'll come with a second group album
at the end of the five years.

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

I lost all of Deck's music.

MECCA: I know the flood fucked up
your whole plan, but...

You haven't slept in here in a week.

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

You need to show your face.

(GRUNTS)

BOBBY: Y'all are my brothers.
It's time to let that shit go.

You are signing to Elektra, yo.

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

When is this shit coming out?

When my cousin
stops trying to big bro me.

(SIREN WAILING)

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

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi. I'm looking for Russell Jones.

Russell Jones? Oh.

You mean Ol' Dirty Bastard?

Yeah, that's right.

His room is right down there. Room 412.

Thank you.

Tell him
Nurse Shana's shift just started.

(DOOR OPENS)

Rie.

-'Sup?
- Hi.

(SHURRIE CLEARS THROAT)

How you doing?

Wonderful.

What happened?

It was wild.

I found this little kitten, right?

A stray. So I'm thinking,

"Yo, I gotta help this little guy out."
You know what I'm saying?

So I scooped him up
and I took him to a church.

Just as I was about to set
the little dude down,

some motherfucker come there
with a bomb strapped to his chest.

Told 'em all how
he's about to die for our sins.

I said, "Sir, I ain't never sinned
in my whole life."

He just said,
"You better save yourself."

So I picked up that little pussycat,
ran as fast as I could,

jumped out the fucking window.

Next thing you know,

I got medics pulling blue,
yellow stained glass out of my arm.

Pushed me into the ambulance.

Hmm.

And the kitten?

Don't you know they don't let felines
on an ambulance?

- No!
- That shit's fucked up, Rie.

For real.

I'm glad you made it out alive.

Sure, me too.

Am I the first person here?

The whole family's been
playing telephone.

Well, Bobby's on his way.

(GROANS)

You think you can get me
some more red Jell-O?

It's the only thing I can eat
with this busted-ass tooth.

- (GROANS) Please.
- Okay, okay. Sure.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey. Yo, where he at?

He's gone.

- What, they let him out already?
- Fuck. Yo, I knew it.

I shouldn't have smoked
and drank last night,

we could have gotten here faster.
I told you.

Which one of our drunk asses
was gonna drive?

He actually stole my car keys

and bounced when he found out
that you were on the way.

- MECCA: You want these?
- SHURRIE: Why not?

Well, I gotta get home
to Infinite, so...

Yo, yo, yo, hold on.

What, uh... What exactly happened?

(SIGHS) I don't even know the story.

I think he jumped
out of a window or something.

Are you fucking kidding me?
Are you being serious?

Yeah, that's Dirty.

You want a ride home or something?

No, I'm okay.
Y'all wrap up with the nurses, okay?

All right. Come here.

Bye, girl.

Alcohol, cocaine, marijuana, PCP.

Look, there's nothing you could've done
to prevent this.

- He's responsible for his own actions.
- I should have been there.

- Yo, where is he?
- He took Shurrie's car and he ducked.

- What?
- He found out I was coming up here.

He made his grand escape.

What the... Goddammit, Bobby.

- Is he okay?
- We don't know.

But, look, we gotta find him, all right?

We gotta head to Brooklyn
and then we can hit Stapleton.

- Find him on foot?
- Yeah.

No, search party don't make no sense.

Let's just go back to the office
and then we'll make some calls. Okay?

POWER: Where the fuck is Dirty?

I did see Dirty
at this strip joint last month,

but he peaced out
before I could say anything.

Yeah, my brothers were saying
that they saw this nigger

cursing out old ladies and shit
back in Stapleton last week.

Hey, yo, son, that's crazy,
'cause I just heard yesterday

he was shaking down some bootlegger
at the market and shit.

Fucking right, son.

He must be getting real nice,
know what I'm saying?

Staying nice is what I heard.

That explains why he's been ducking us.

I know, but Dirty always stay nice,
you know what I'm sayin'?

This is some other shit though.

Him fucking himself up so bad,
he end up in a hospital and all that.

That's because he gotta finish his shit.

Yeah, but all I'm saying is
I just got me that whip.

Nigga better not fuck
that shit up, for real.

- True all that.
- Word up to that. But, yo,

any of y'all need a ride to Shaolin?
I gotta attend to some business.

No.

Yo, if you see him, though,
get my girl's keys back, please.

Bring his ass here, man.

Son probably spent
all his advance money already.

I don't know what he think this is.

Yo, I ain't even got
my solo secured yet,

and all I can think about
is my next verse.

Exactly. That's what I'm saying.

We all out here living
in the fucking sticks

like some fucking Boy Scouts and shit.

We're here to make music.
You know what I mean?

Wake up, eat, sleep, write, that's it.
You know what I mean?

With you, nigga, it's more like
eat, sleep, eat some more.

- INSPECTAH DECK: And more.
- U-GOD: Some more.

- Then more.
- Eat some more.

Shut the fuck up!
You know what I mean?

He be repping the Clan, we like that.
I mean, cool.

But you can't lean on your brother
for your solo joint.

Yo, I ain't even ready
for all that, for real.

I'm kinda glad labels
ain't checking for me yet.

Know what I mean?

I've been having a dream and shit
about the same thing.

Nightmares and shit.

Man, someone seeing me on the street
and shooting at me and shit.

You know, I had a dream like that
and shit one time too.

Every time I wake up,

I'm asking myself, "Who am I?"
You know what I mean?

Like, as a rapper and shit.

You're Raekwon The Chef, dog.
That's who you are.

Know what I mean?

Just keep giving the people
what they like.

C.R.E.A.M. and Can It Be.
You switch the truth.

- That's who the fuck you are.
- I don't know.

I only got four joints
after 36 Chambers, man.

You just need a little inspiration
is all. Know what I mean?

- No, no.
- Why not turn on a flick or something?

You know, that always get my mind going.

Yeah, yeah, you right.
I think I gotta good one too.

Dora.

BOBBY: He's okay though?

No, it's just, we got this big
Elektra meeting tomorrow

and he's supposed to be there.

- I can go over there.
- No, don't come over.

- We understand we're asking...
- I got it.

There's a lot at stake.

- I got it.
- All right.

Okay.

- All right, later.
- Later.

- We good, right?
- Yeah.

So how you feeling
about this Elektra meeting tomorrow?

We gotta push it.

We can't do it
if Dirty ain't showing up.

I pushed it like five times already.

Yeah, I know.

But we still don't have shit.

You fucking...

BOBBY: Y'all think that Dirty and I
just be beefing out here for show?

Like he comes through
undercover late at night

to record his tracks
when everybody else is sleeping?

No, nigga. All right?

That meeting,
it ain't happening this week.

DIVINE: Okay, look, Riz...

No, no, no, no, no,
y'all two need to settle this.

All right? You know
the competition ain't resting.

And our reputation
is at risk of bruising.

All right, look, he ain't ready.

And I ain't ready either.

(SIGHS) Okay, okay, um...

I'll push the meeting once more.

But you really gotta figure this out,

because if we don't turn in
this album in time,

we'll be in breach of our contract.

Like what? Like we gotta pay
the 175K for Dirty's album?

No, it's 800,000.

- Oh, fuck...
- Yes! That is the penalty for breaching.

And you know what,
even though we're doing well,

we are also expanding,

so it's not like I got an extra million
under our mattress.

If you were so worried about money,

I don't know why
you would lease a place like this.

The Staten office wasn't exactly saying,

"Look out, we're takin' over."

This location gets us more
and every piece plays a role.

But I'mma calm my ass down,

because you gonna
turn in that album in time.

- Right?
- Get the fuck out of here.

Bong, bong.

(EXHALES)

Take a breath, baby.

I don't know what the fuck to do.

What you need to do is take a break.

Yeah. I took a break last night and...

all this shit is blowing up in my face.

I'm talking rest and relaxation,
not partying.

Look, I know you think I don't get it,
but I'm just trying to help.

You're about to snap.

I can see it.

(SIGHS)

A romantic night, starting now.

I already have a few ideas.

Your work will be here tomorrow.

Yeah.

All right.

You and me.

You and me.

Now we're back in the '30s and shit?
Why do they keep jumping around?

We in the '20s, son.

Now he's telling their whole life story,
man. You gotta follow along.

- These D-O-Gs!
- Peace, brah.

You looking for something
in particular, son?

Anything with no swine, lord.

Mmm-hmm.

You know, when these dudes
was runnin' around Little Italy

doing crimes and shit,

our people, we was in Harlem,
listening to Marcus Garvey.

Trying to clean ourselves up, man.

(ALL GROANING)

Go get the broom, man.

- Clean it up.
- Come on.

Indeed, I know about empowerment
from it. I'll get the broom.

You remind me of Max though,
from this shit, for real, the way he be

calculating his movements
and studying this shit.

- Whatever, son.
- Favorite character is Noodles,

he be coming through with the ill hats
and all that, son.

We ain't watching that. You gotta
take that to the west wing, son.

Whatever, yo,
that's that Staten Island shit.

- Exactly. La Cosa Nostra.
- La Cosa Nostra.

For real, like,

Staten Island was like a haven and shit
for the mob back then, son.

But now, we the new family
putting on for the island.

- For real.
- What are you sayin'?

I'm sayin' that that's who you are.

The Tony Montana of the streets, nigga.

Mmm.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Hmm.

I like that right there. Word.

No, Tony Montana, period.

- That's it.
- Son, that's it.

That's the record, that's what
we bringing to the game and shit, son.

- Yeah, yeah.
- We on some mafioso.

I'm talkin' about
larger-than-life mafioso.

Not this street shit.

Not this street shit, I'm talkin' epic,

I'm talking movie, son.

- Yeah, I see it.
- Cinematic.

Word. I'm seein' it
like a zenith, God, word.

I always thought the movies
made it look too perfect.

You know, it's my first time too.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

How do you live in this city
your whole life

almost and you've never been to the top
of the Empire State Building?

Never thought it was for me.

Thought it was...

- for these people.
- (CHUCKLES)

Not anymore, baby.

Look how far you've come.

Your determination was the first thing
I noticed about you.

Even when you were off the music.

You always knew
something bigger was coming.

Yeah, that's true.

I really wanted to be a part of that.

But this is the part of the journey
where I get off.

- What are you...
- I'm sorry.

I can't do this anymore.

I love you so much, Bobby,

but you've been all work.

And I've tried to be supportive.

No, you have been supportive.

Babe, I wouldn't...

I wouldn't have made it these past
six months without you, you know that?

- I feel like I'm in the way.
- But you're not.

I started sleeping in our giant-ass bed,
putting pillows around me,

because you were crashing
in the studio most nights.

It got lonely up there.

You told me that you was cool with that.

Because I knew how stressed you've been.

I'm not gonna beg you to come to bed,
you have to want that.

I do.

Well, I don't see your to-do list
getting shorter anytime soon.

(SIGHS) Look, I know I haven't put in
the time with us,

but I will.

For now, I just pushed everything back.

I don't even got a single beat
ready for Deck yet.

Why are you bringing up Deck
right now, Bobby?

- This is what I mean.
- Okay.

Mecca, please, you're a queen.

I know that.

You're the one who said this was
our time, that you were ready.

Did I fully believe you? No.

But I believe that's what you wanted.

Not like when you left me in Ohio
after everything we went through.

All right, that was fucked up.
You're right.

Yo, but... I love you, girl.

You're the best thing
that ever happened to me.

You know that?

And I want you here.

I need you here with me.

I know you.

And I know you think you can
handle your Wu-Tang business,

plus expanding, plus us,

but no one can do all that.

I could. I'm determined to.

I know that about you,
I love that about you.

But I've given this a lot of thought.

- I wish it wasn't this way.
- Mecca.

But this is... This is what's right.

Mecca, please. Please.

- I'm sorry, Bobby.
- I love you.

I'm sorry.

(BANGING)

(SHURRIE SIGHS)

Pedialyte for when babies have diarrhea.

You feeling shitty?

Your mom called.

She wants you to go home.

But you can crash here
if you really want.

Hey, I'm sorry about your car, though.

I think one of the doctors
put a chip in my head or something.

For real.

You know I wouldn't even
mess with you like that.

You play too much.

- Me?
- Yeah, you!

Look at your wrist.

Playing too much.

There's things in this life
you have to take seriously.

I take life serious.

You know you have that meeting
with Elektra too, right?

I don't give a damn about no meeting.

This whole thing with Bobby

and his record label...

I'm dead serious about that shit, yo.

That shit hurt.

You feel me?

SHURRIE: Yeah, I do.

And I know he can be
a control freak, but...

He be acting like...

I don't know what's good for me.

Like I'm a kid or something.

But you're taking it really far.

- So why you ain't mad at me?
- Oh, I'm furious.

Yeah, you messing with my sitter,

which means messing with my baby
while you was fucked the fuck up.

I'm not letting you live that one down.

But you could start by washing my car
when you feel better.

Little wax on, wax off action?

- Yeah, that's right.
- I can do that.

Can I turn this on?

Yeah, just keep it quiet.

Okay.

Shit.

Oh!

This my shit!

(GROANS)

Yeah!

DIVINE: Hey, baby, you need help?

- No, I got it.
- You sure?

Hey, peace, peace!

I know what you're here for,
you're here for that check, yeah?

-'Course I'm here for that check.
- I got you.

- What's up, Nia?
- What's up, U?

- I'm loving the place, son.
- Oh, thanks.

We actually got Def Jam
seven blocks that way.

Then we got Loud five blocks
and one avenue that way.

And then we got Sony

three avenues and two blocks that way.

I saw. I see you, son.

Yo, why my... Why this so short?

Actually you can see line by line

what's been taken out
for health insurance and taxes.

- Just do the math. It all checks out.
- I don't need none of that.

Yeah, you do. Otherwise, you owe
one lump of taxes at the end of year.

And that's...
That'd be a harder hit to take.

In some ways,
hustling was more straightforward,

know what I mean?

What about this health insurance, son?

Well, God forbid something happens

or if you want a physical and,
you know, not pay $300.

All right, so, whatever.

- Yo, God, you good?
- See you, man.

Sound kind of sexy
when you talk like that.

- About taxes?
- Mmm-hmm. And health insurance.

All responsible and knowing
how to run a business.

I'm proud of you.

Yo, thanks, baby.

I gotta get all that money squared away
as soon as it comes in.

We may end up owing Elektra
at the end of the year.

And I really can't have our debts
running on top of each other.

- Know what I mean?
- They'll figure it out.

Yeah.

It's not gonna get to that.

- I hope so.
- It's not. Trust me.

I do.

- Good.
- I do.

- Lucky.
- I know, I was onto something.

Package from Def Jam.

All right.

Oh! Yo, baby, do you remember which box
we put the DAT player in?

- GHOSTFACE: Yo, nah, for real, though.
- RAEKWON: Word.

When son popped him in the eye

and the diamonds and shit went flying.

Word. That's when they leveled up
right there.

Yeah, but niggas lost the diamonds,
though. That shit crazy.

No, you right. You right.

That... That was... That part
was on some dumb movie shit.

They was on some hard shit
when they was stick up kids.

- For real.
- Word.

You know,
fucking with the drinks and shit.

Bagging all the little honeys
and all that.

Word. From stick up kids
to bigger and better.

- Right. Word.
- Know what I mean?

Sound like it straight out of Wild Boys.

- That's some deep shit right there, yo.
- Word. Word.

Word.

Word.

- Hey, yo, son.
- Yo, what up?

Yo, you gotta be on this album
with me, son.

Oh, yeah. Word.

Yo, I'm about to be guesting on
all the best tracks.

I mean the whole thing.

Know what I mean?
Almost some movie co-star shit.

Think about it, son.

That's what made
Once Upon A Time In America so great.

Plus, Tony needs Manolo.

Come on, son. It only makes sense, son.

- Yo, yo.
- It only makes sense.

Yo, word, word, God.

Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling that.

Yeah, yeah, fuck it.

- Yeah, we about to do the whole album.
- Word, word.

This shit got to be the most gangster,
most ill album in the fucking streets.

- Shit gonna be blowing up everywhere.
- Right, right, right.

Yo, son.

You know how niggas be quoting
our lyrics and shit, our verses...

They be biting our shit too. Word.

Know what I mean? What if they start
quoting our scenes, son?

Oh, shit.

Word. So, like, the movie scenes
is connected to the tracks,

but they also connected
to each other and shit.

Right, right, right.

So, at the end of the track,
we start talking.

Know what I'm saying? You walk out...

GZA: Yo, have you seen the remote? Rae?

- Yo, yo!
- Ghost, you had it last.

Genius, the shit was already missing.
Come on. Damn, son!

So we're walking and talking...

No, son. I'm off that
at the second, son.

Nigga's just got me fucked up
and shit, man.

My shit is all...

Let's take a walk
and keep politicking, nigga.

- Stay in the mindset.
- You right, son.

GZA: I know one of y'all got it
somewhere. Check your rooms.

Trying to watch Shaolin vs. Lama
and shit, God.

That's it. You can just
stick that in there.

And I can take this down the hall.

- Hey, you don't gotta take that.
- I can take it.

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry.

- Hello?
- Hey.

- Good to see you, man.
- Good to see you too.

I was nearby having lunch.

Thought I'd stop by,
congratulate you on the new space.

- Oh, thank you.
- Yeah, man. Yeah.

I'll be seeing you tomorrow.
I'm really excited to hear

what RZA and Dirty have been working on.

Uh, well, actually, if you could
just give us a little more time,

you're gonna be very excited
from what you're gonna hear.

You wanna reschedule?

- Yes.
- Again?

I know. I know, my brother.

I can't go back
to the people I report to

and tell them we're two-thirds
through the recording budget

and we still have nothing
to show for it.

I've been working around the creative
needs of artists for many years,

but, at some point,
it all comes down to delivery.

And I don't wanna hold you
in breach of your contract.

Oh, we going there with it?

- Respectfully.
- I have to.

If Dirty's record is late,
we gotta push back the release date,

which affects our entire catalog
and affects people's jobs.

With you expanding your business
and hiring personnel,

I know you can understand that.

Respectfully.

So, uh...

- Tomorrow, it is, then.
- Excellent.

- Great space you have.
- Yeah.

Yeah, thank you.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey. Peace, God.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry.

But, you know, we couldn't get
that Dirty meeting pushed.

Your beats will have to do.

We can't afford to be in breach, Bobby.

We just can't.

- Bring in ten to play in...
- Ten?

For Dirty, by tomorrow?

Got it.

- Where's Mecca?
- Mecca went back to Ohio.

This life was too much for her,
you know?

- Yo, Mecca was great for you.
- (SIGHS)

Yeah, just, uh...

I didn't give her enough time.

Bobby, you can't say
you haven't been busy.

l just didn't see it coming, yo.

Hey, I'm sorry, little bro.

Listen, it's not easy
getting to where we're going.

It's funny, in chess, they call...

They call what I did
the queen's sacrifice, right?

Only...

You can only make that move

if you know you're gonna win.

We, uh...

We gotta win, Vine.

Yeah, Abbott...

we gonna win.

Um...

Hey, so listen.

I got the All I Need remix here
for your approval.

- Already?
- Mmm-hmm.

Who did it?

Puff.

Yeah, all right.

- How does it sound?
- It's good.

I mean, I could see it
playing nationally, Bobby.

Well, let's hear it.

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God
I hope we fuckin' die together

To get by

You're all I need

Like sweet morning dew

I took one look at you

And it was plain to see

You were my destiny

With you I'll spend my time

I'll dedicate my life

I'll sacrifice for you

Dedicate my life

I got a love jones for your body
And your skin tone

Five minutes alone
I'm already on the phone

Plus, I love the fact
You got a mind of your own

No need to shop around
You got the good stuff at home

Even if I'm locked up north
You in the world

Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth
Never showin' your stuff off, boo

It be true, me for you
That's how it is

I be your Noah, you be my Wiz

I'm your Mister, you my missus
With hugs and kisses

Valentine cards and birthday wishes?
Please

We on another level of planning
Of understanding

The bond between man and woman and child

The highest elevation, 'cause we above

All that romance crap,
just show your love

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God
I hope we fuckin' die together

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God
I hope we fuckin' die together

So what you think, yo?

It's a long way
from the album version, for sure.

But you happy?

I got drunk with Mary J. Blige, son.

You ain't happy about that,

you just an asshole, know what I mean?

Yeah.

Oh, nigga. Yo, how was your tour, yo?

Yo, tour was crazy, son.

I just started
missing my girl like crazy.

That's really what made me
write this shit, you feel me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Born to science

My alliance analyzes

Wild surprises
Keeping my eyes wide to this

The unfortunate
Laying in mountains counting

With jewelry on
Can it be the next team house to fall?

Whoo

Word, son. Yo, when you wrote that shit?

- A few weeks ago, son.
- Word. That shit is hot, son.

So, boom! We basically got, like,
a full track already.

Yeah, son. We just need RZA to cook up
the beat and shit, son, you know.

Yo, I finally feel like I'm catching
the Zen shit, dawg.

Word. It smell mad good
out here too, son.

Word up.

So what you been sitting on, son?

Whoa.

Hell, nah.
I ain't fucking with this, son.

That's just a squirrel, son.

That ain't no squirrel.
That's that Jersey Devil shit, dawg.

Whatchu talking about, Jersey Devil?

That kangaroo horse nigga

that be eating people
and shit like that.

Are you serious right now?

- Yo, yo!
- Come on. We just got here, son.

This woods and all this shit.

Yo, dawg, this shit
ain't for me, all right?

The woods and all that.

- Shit!
- Who told you about...

You not from Jersey.

Honey, I'm home.

(CHUCKLES)

Yo!

Peace.

Yo, this is definitely where we gonna
get that billy at.

No, for real. It look good in here.

I appreciate that. Nia came through
and, you know,

she gave it some love, know what I mean?

Yeah. How she doing?

She okay, smooth sailing.

Yo, listen, I'm actually about to head.
I gotta go pick her up some dinner.

Oh, well, look,
let me get right to it, then.

So, look.

You know I've been trying
to push this Wu Wear shit, right?

And you know, the mom and pop stores,
they nibbling.

But these department stores ain't
buying shit unless there's a demand.

So, I got a retail spot out in Staten.

Okay.

Great location,
you know what I'm saying?

The rent is decent.

I just need the investment.

DIVINE: Uh...

- Listen, I love the vision.
- Word.

But to be honest with you,
now is not the time.

What is it? We got money
in the bank, don't we?

Come on, son. We got all these plaques
up in here.

Right?

Yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, no, of course we do.
- Word.

Yeah, of course we do.

- Come on, now.
- Hey.

I look forward to seeing it
come to life, know what I mean?

- Word up.
- Mmm-hmm.

Where y'all eating at?

GZA: (RAPPING)
But it was yo op to shop stolen art

Catch a swollen heart
From not rollin' smart

I put mad pressure
On phony wack rhymes that get hurt

Shit's played
Like zodiac signs on sweatshirts

That's minimum and feminine like sandals

My minimum table
Stacks of verse on a gamble

Energy is felt once the cards are dealt

With the impact of roundhouse kicks
From black belts

That attack
The microphones like cyclones or typhoon

I represent from midnight to high noon

I don't waste ink

Yo.

That shit's hard, nigga.

'Sup witchu, guy?

Nothing, yo.

We got this meeting
with Elektra tomorrow

and me and Dirty ain't recorded shit.

Man, not a fucking thing.

All right?

And now I gotta make
ten perfect Dirty beats

to convince this fucking label

that we all good.

- Damn.
- I wanna come through for Dirty.

- I got to.
- He's your cousin.

I don't care if niggas
ain't talked for two years.

At some point,
everything's gonna be a'ight.

I don't think you get it.

We don't have two years.

We set you all up in different shops
so we could take over.

If we don't deliver...

then what?

Yo, these labels are gonna
give our slots to other artists.

These five-year contracts,

they cover everybody's solos.

We only got one done so far, nigga.

And we got four more years.

You do the math.

Cuz, I understand
you're under some stress.

But when it's my time to go up...

I promise you, you ain't gonna
have to take that pressure.

I appreciate that.

- No, for real.
- No, for real.

We're the standard bearers
of hip-hop, dog.

This ain't supposed to be easy, son.

- Gonna be good, bro.
- All right.

MAN: (ON TV)
You want to save that girl's life?

It's this or we're dead.
Now, take off your jacket.

These are for you.

Something to cover that ass up.

- You kicking me out?
- No, you can stay another night.

Just don't forget about my car wash.

All right, but...

What's these?

I know Ghost's got something better
for me back there.

Let me get that blue polo or something.
Come on.

Excuse you? No.

You really gonna have me
out here walking in these rags?

You are worse than Infinite.

Listen to me.

You get what you get
and you don't get upset.

Sound just like your brother.

SHURRIE:
I'm giving you clothing and shelter.

A thank you wouldn't hurt.

Here we go again, man.

Are you serious right now?

Like, I've been taking care
of your ass all day,

and now you want to be treated
like a grown-ass man.

Look, that's not going to happen until

you stop acting
so immature all the time.

Stealing my car,

getting yourself so hurt
you end up in a hospital.

Worrying everybody who cares about you.

If you want to be treated differently,
you need to grow up.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(EXHALES)

(HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- SHURRIE: Hello.
- Hey, yo, what's up, Rie?

- Hey. Bobby.
- Is Dirty still there?

No. He left last night.

Shit.

- Well, you know where he at?
- No.

He got this meeting
with the label today,

and I really want him to be there.

I don't know, Bobby.

He knows about the meeting, but you know
you're gonna have to do it yourself.

All right.

- Later.
- Later.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh. I'll come check you later, cuz.

No, you're good.

- I'm just finishing up this last beat.
- Oh, yeah?

I got 10 solid beats
for this label meeting.

I think we're gonna blow 'em away.

Bobby D, you is a machine, dog.

Got it going on.

What's up with you?
What's on your mind? I want to hear it.

- You sure?
- Yeah, yo.

I'm not playing with this one, cuz.

I'm in a whole other
different chamber on this, cuz.

You want to lay it down?

Because I got that staccato beat for you
with that Willie Mitchell sample on it.

Yo, lace it up, Bobby. Let's go over it.

(HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Yo, yo, come on, son.

Damn, son, my bad.

Sounds like your man GZA
puttin' in work.

(SIGHS)

Yo.

Yo, God! Yo, yo! This fucking house shit
is killing me, son.

Yo, how the fuck
are we supposed to do our album

with the loud-ass bird chirping,

and then this nigga
fucking all the time, son?

Nah, it's too early for me.

It's not weed. It's my cigarello shit.

I got the perfect solution.

You see where they
recorded this here, son?

Belgium.

Or Belize.

We can go wherever
we want to record this.

This just came to me.

It's my new conclusion with this.

Just like Nas was talking about
with that one joint,

about getting away
with the pen and the pad.

Word. One Love.

You better believe we ain't
just going there for two days, son.

You know what I mean?

Let's do this whole fucking album
out there, anywhere.

Shit, I'm about to go start packing now.

I swear I'm gonna fuck somebody up.

Word. Close my door, son.

Tony and Manolo these niggas.

Ah, shit. Yo, I forgot some documents,
I'll be right back, okay?

- My man.
- Oh, shit, yo!

- RZA.
- Yo, what up, Puff?

What's up?

Not much. What you doing around here?

Just bought that building
right over there.

Damn. All right.

What about you? What's up, playboy?

This is my office right here.

- Oh, damn.
- Oh, yeah.

Neighbors?

- Neighbors, yo.
- Yo, how about that remix?

The execs are going crazy.

I smell a Grammy. You know what?

That's all I need. (CHUCKLES)

That's a good one, nigga.

But how about that next collab, man?

Let's keep the people talking.

Uh, yeah, yeah, that's...

That's a great idea.

Look, they always try
and divide us in New York,

but we've got to stick together
if we want to stay on top.

Word.

Look, we got to get to
this lunch meeting real quick,

so I'm gonna see you around.

- Word. All right, man.
- A'ight.

(HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

We're thinking that this is gonna be
a collaboration track.

Know what I'm saying? This is the way
for you to get more of the Wu,

more of the Clan on this album, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is...

You know, every track has its own
unique style, you know what I'm saying?

Like, check this, check this, all right.

All right? This one right here.

You got to love it, if you don't...

I don't know why we're here. You know?

(HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- I see you dance with it.
- You got in here to sell stuff right?

Yeah, it's good.

Wait for it, wait, wait.

- Yeah!
- Come on!

Come on!

RZA, these beats are great.

We know you make great beats.

But they're not songs.

We need Dirty to tell us his vision.

DIVINE: We know
you were hoping to hear a single,

but the beats are done
for almost an entire album.

That is great progress.

Yeah, but I need something
to bring to marketing.

If we don't have songs,

we can't start on the album art,
and we get further behind.

So when is Dirty gonna be here?

Well, shit, we got a concept,
and we do have ideas for album art.

So, I don't think we as far behind
as it seems.

Look, this album,
like many first solo albums,

it's going to be all about
Dirty's personality,

which we all know,
is fucking unique as hell, man.

With Dirty's voice
along with the beats...

I mean, it's going to...
It's going to top the charts.

So! It's gonna be spontaneous.

Like I just walked into the room
and you ain't even know I was coming.

You want to know
how my album going to be?

I'll tell you.

- My welfare card, son.
- Okay.

Play a beat so we can show him

how we get down at Shaolin,
know what I'm sayin'?

Hippa to da hoppa
And you just don't stoppa

Oh, shit, here I go once again

Rhymes get shitty
From the time that I spend

I come old like toe fungus mold

Ask my grand-pop pop Duke
Gave my soul

Then I came with that old Al Green shit

Saaa-die, taught me the ballistic

I'll get you blurry in your eye
With the high note

Down, to the Brownsville

Oops, you got smoked

This shit I'm dropping
Is stinking up your area

When I shoot it through
Like a messenger carrier

I keep my breath smelling like shit
So I can get funky

Baby, I'm not having it

Yo.

All right, I mean, that's some
unique Dirty shit, guys.

I love it.

I want more of it.

But I can't give you an advance on it.

At least not the rest of it.

- Okay.
- Keep working.

Yeah. Okay. Thank you.

It's fantastic.

Thanks for your time.

Got some room right there.

Got the bathroom to your right.

This right here, son...

This one you, king.

Oh, you ain't even fuck it up yet.

How would I fuck it up?
I knew God was gonna show up.

But, yo, it's important
that you made it, though.

Yo, why you got no king mattress?

You know a king needs a king.

Don't be worried about that, son.
It's big enough.

I had two honeys in here
the other night.

- Two, nigga.
- Yo, what?

Yo, where the Abbott at, son?

Probably in the lab
or the basement or shit.

- Holler at me if you need something.
- All right, son.

ODB is back.

A'ight.

- GZA: Dirty.
- What up, son?

I've been a little cold
without you, dawg.

A'ight, you know I'm about to come
light this shit up.

Of course you will, check this out, bro.

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)

This is that classic
genius fire-loving dog, son.

Yo, it need a hook.

- Nah. On this track?
- On this track, son.

Yo, your bomb is the illest,
but they mad complex.

If you put a simple little part to it...

gonna invite more people
to the party, son! Yeah!

We can't compromise the music
to make it more accessible.

Remember that shit we used to kick
when we was kids?

Simple, joyful.

Like, when me, you and RZA
were in All In Together Now.

When the MCs came
Lived off their name

All I'm sayin', we used to
love them joints, know what I'm sayin'?

A'ight, but look, we've got to
make it a little longer.

I gotta kick that off
with some shit like...

When the MCs came
To live out their name

And to perform
Some had to snort cocaine

To act insane
Before Pete Rocked it on

With the building to be born

- Hey, yo, come on, RZA.
- Yo, do it again.

When the MC's came
To live out their name

And to perform, some had
To snort cocaine, to act insane

Before Pete Rocked it on
Now on with the mental plane

To spark the brain
With the building to be born

Yo, RZA...

Yo, you took that shit
to another chamber, nigga.

- Yo, for real, yo.
- Dirty's mind might be a mystery,

but he pulled that hook out
with a quickness, Lord.

'Cause I ain't never stop singing.

What y'all trying to do,
ya'll want to record this shit or what?

- Yeah, come on, son.
- No, no, no, no.

I think ya'll should talk first.

Word, ya'll handle that.

- Peace.
- See y'all later, man.

All right.

Let's talk, cuz.

Hey, yo...

I'm sorry for signing you to Elektra
before talking to you about it.

I should have involved you
in that conversation.

Yeah, you should have, son.

But...

I do think Elektra
is the right spot for you.

Yeah, we'll see.

You can't be treating me
like no kid no more, son.

We're not teenagers.

Yeah, I know, nigga.

And you can't be out here fucking around
when we've got work to do.

I'm ready to work now.

Shit.

What's changed?

You know...

Shurrie got some wisdom
in that big-ass head of hers, son.

Yeah, she do.

Well, shit, yo, we know
Elektra's now ready to work with us.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Yo, how the fuck your ass
even come up with that timing?

Told you, son. You gotta trust
the Ol' Dirty Bastard, man.

All right, all right.

Man, I got this.

Plus...

I need some money, man,
I ain't gonna lie.

I needed that shit.

Nigga ain't got a dime left.

- You spent all that shit already?
- Yeah, you know how them strip clubs be.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh, shit.

Hey, yo.

The Gs were playing me
that Puff remix for mastering.

Yeah, what you think?

It's all right.

Might be our biggest hit ever.

But it ain't Wu-Tang.

I'm trying to hear more about this...

About this welfare card...

Yeah, I'm telling you, yo,
I was at Shurrie's crib

watching some Pryor shit,

- some Silver Streak.
- Ooh.

Yeah, son. Got me thinking,

feeling something for the album,

like, some comedy shit,
you know what I'm saying?

Not like Pryor, but don't even know yet.

Some Ol' Dirty Bastard rap comedy album,

with no father to his style,
you know what I'm saying?

Remember this?

Yeah!