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Bobby?

Welcome to your new home.

- It was nice meeting you. - Karina.

- Yeah. - Word.

We have an agreement.

Even if you're living that rap life,

you always come home to your family.

You're my Earth, you know that?

Mook?

It's John.

I want you to be the group's manager.

We need someone like you.

Why are there eight names listed under a recipient of shares?

I wanted to divide the company among the other group members.

...get mad, deep, like a threat

Blow up the project...

What does Wu Wear bring to the game that's different?

Our brand is street wear.

They're taking our demographic for granted instead of representing us.

You missed a tour?

How's the Abbot going to miss the whole Wu-Tang tour?

All in together now. Yeah.

All right.

Yo, Killah. Yo, get in here.

What?

Right. Here we go. Three, two, one.

(EXCLAIMS)

Yo, guy, I didn't know you was coming on tour with us.

Yeah.

RZA hit me yesterday.

How else are you supposed to do Chessboxin' without the God?

No doubt.

Are you sure you're going to be okay?

What if I say no?

Will you get back in the car with me?

I want to. Believe me.

You've got other kids to take care of, huh?

Unfortunately, they need me more than you do.

I think she needs you the most.

Right, baby?

Watch her head.

I'm going to miss you. You hear me?

I'm gonna buy you something...

...every stop we make.

Buy me something like what?

Like toys, hats,

whatever you want, man, I got you.

Are you going to Disney World?

Disney World? I don't know about all that.

- (BOTH CHUCKLE) - If we go, I'mma get him

- a Mickey Mouse or something. - Okay.

Yeah. I'mma miss you.

It's just for three weeks, okay?

- You gonna be good? - Yeah.

Gonna be fine.

In case those headaches come back...

Nah, I should be good.

- Shit ain't been bothering me recently. - Okay.

You have fun with your little groupies.

But don't you go catching no feelings, okay?

I ain't about to catch nothing.

I'mma keep both my heads protected, you know what I mean?

You're my Earth.

You know that, right?

I know.

Ghostface, how are you feeling about the upcoming tour?

Yes, all right. We're gonna do what we do and all that.

All right? So whatever.

I don't trust them dudes, son.

They always try to put your business in the street

for their little magazines or whatever.

MTV did me straight dirty, man.

(LAUGHS) True, true.

True.

It must be hard on the family when you go on tour.

It is, man, mos def.

But that's what we signed up for.

Speaking of signing,

is it true that RZA made you all sign five-year contracts

that gives him control over all your careers?

First of all, RZA don't make any of us do anything.

But, career wise, I mean, look around.

I think we're doing pretty damn well. As for me, personally...

Matt. Yo, Matt?

I'll get you when I get back, son.

After three months, Return to the 36 Chambers is gold.

I thought it was hilarious, but some people,

- not so much. - Hit this, son.

I don't know what you're talking about. But hit this.

I'm not answering no questions

until you hit this.

Yo...

- He won't have some weed. - Nah, you're all good, nigga.

- You want a hit? - Nah.

-'Sup! - RZA.

After two successful solo albums,

Wu-Tang is reassembled for this

group East Coast tour, even you.

What got you back out there?

Well, I've actually never been on a full tour with my brothers before.

This is gonna be the first time.

The audience is gonna see the entire Wu-Tang Clan live.

Ten cities in 21 days.

Philadelphia to Fort Lauderdale.

Yeah, just thought we'd head south.

I was raised out there for a bit.

My grandfather, he didn't have more than a sixth grade reading education.

So, he had to work at a factory.

Thirty-seven years, never missed a day.

When it came time for them to pay him his pension, they fired his ass.

What did he do?

He accepted his old job back.

See, my grandfather, he lacked the education to dream bigger.

We're about to head south and sort of see everything he did pay off.

Shit, I got to go, yo.

No, I was told I'd get to talk to everyone.

What?

I told your editor you only had an hour with us before we took off.

I still have questions, though.

You got questions?

I got all the answers right here, son.

Go ahead, man.

(LAUGHS)

All right, son. That's it, man.

- All right. - Oh, man.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MAN LAUGHS)

METHOD MAN: How long you think he's been out there, son?

I don't know, man.

Yo, he holding a tape recorder like a Rubik's Cube or something.

How much of that blunt you gave him?

- Whole thing, son. - Nah.

What y'all niggas do to that nigga out there, man?

You know we ain't fucking with no reporter, son.

Damn.

Y'all know I only got him out to get some promotion for the tour, right?

He's gone.

Yo, I feel bad.

I'mma get him some water, aight?

- (CHUCKLES) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- We'd better, son. - Let's do this.

Got Killah on tour with us now.

I'm on my first tour.

Just don't be farting over me and shit, son.

RAEKWON: Nigga's just mad horny...

...always biting and shit, know what I mean?

- Oh, nice. - Watch your step, son.

Yo, this shit is way bigger than the tour bus from the last tour, son.

That's what I like right there.

You ready for these grilled feasts, son?

Just open a window.

Last time, you had everybody's clothes stinking and shit.

Y'all niggas smell this goodness, know what I mean? Word.

Killah, rule of the tour, God,

make sure you're always sleeping feet first.

Yeah. Because if the driver hit the brakes, break your fucking neck.

Word. Like that Gloria Estefan chick

when she got into that car crash and shit.

Yo, rhythm finally got her ass.

Yo, this bus already stinking, son.

All those spices cuz got in his bag.

You're blaming me now, nigga?

Y'all need to fucking expand your fucking palates and shit.

Yo, fuck this game. You owe me from the last time.

Whatever.

I can't believe I'm back on the bus, man. Just got off tour.

I don't know what you're complaining for, son. You love this shit.

All you want to do is sit on the fucking couch and play video games all day.

Yo, the fuck you doing back there?

I'm trying to see what bed is the squeakiest

so niggas know when I'm fucking.

Nah. I don't care about all that, son.

This tour about to be wild!

Yo, that journalist is fucked up.

He couldn't even drive home. I had to order that nigga a cab, yo.

- (ALL LAUGHING) - Fucking crazy.

DIVINE: All right. Let's go over the rules so we're all clear, okay?

So, every dollar that we lose in the security deposit

will get deducted directly from your paychecks.

Nigga, what?

All right. So, remember, no candles.

No incense, GZA.

And no guns, son. I'm still on probation.

I can't get locked up for what other niggas packing.

DIVINE: That's right. And last, but not least,

punctuality. Be on time.

Igor, here. Have this.

Use this to buy a hotel room when we get to Philly.

Okay.

- We drive now? - No, not now.

I got to go out and talk to people.

Yo, one more rule, all right?

Come on, son, with the rules.

No shitting on the bus.

- Yo, word up. - Word.

I ain't doin' none of that.

Yo, let's get this shit started, huh!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

- All right y'all. - No.

You ride on this one.

Yo,

we got business to talk about, right?

Yeah. I know. We can handle it on the next stop.

Look, management bus is for executives,

tour bus is for artists.

The fuck is you talking about?

Go be an artist.

All right, little bro? Have fun.

Yo, save one for me.

All right. Shit, y'all make some room.

(LAUGHING AND CHATTERING)

Okay, baby, I'mma call you.

Can't even get a fucking...

Yo, you good?

Good. Grab a box, nigga.

Yo, there's a dozen of these boxes in the other bus.

Yo, check it.

Some new shit right here.

Whoo!

- You know what I mean? - Yo, that shit is dope!

You really think we're gonna move this much merch at all the shows?

Half of it is for the show,

the rest for the mom-and-pop stores that we pass.

But, yo, this tour is gonna be the perfect way to promote

the new Wu Wear store opening next month, you know what I mean?

Uh-huh. P, I love the way you think.

Grandma Dynamite, trust me, you don't want any part of this.

Okay, honey, I'll be fine.

Not my first rodeo.

How many music groups do you know that got eight members?

I once drove around a musician that would

sacrifice live animals before the shows.

I can handle these boys.

Damn! I would have never guessed you for an underground goth chick.

A 15-time Grammy winner.

Who?

Rule number one, what happens on the bus stays on the bus.

- Quincy? - My lips are sealed.

Clapton... Aretha. I know she a freak.

Hey, Mook, how long is it gonna take us to get to Philly this time of day?

- Ooh. Two hours, give or take. - If you drive like a bitch.

Oh!

All right.

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)

I killed the bitch

"I killed the bitch."

Yo, this intro got to be over three minutes long, son.

Four minutes, 47 seconds.

Like probably how Blowfly would've made it.

That's the nicest thing anybody said to me.

Yo, why you turn it off?

Yo, we always listening to our shit at the mansion.

We're on tour now. Y'all going to another chamber.

What should we listen to?

Shit. So, what's some Philly soul, God?

You gotta get in that Gamble and Huff chamber.

Nah, Patti LaBelle.

Patti is Gamble and Huff.

Yo, fuck all that, son. I got it right here.

Delfonics. I grew up on this shit right here.

Record labels like Motown.

That's good shit right there. How'd y'all fellas know about that?

- (MUSIC PLAYING ON TAPE) - Ooh!

Many guys have come to you

With a line that wasn't true

And you pass me by

All right. This is where you all come in.

Them ain't even the lyrics, son.

(RAPPING) Yeah, in my Yankee hat you can drop five beans

And they go back to Mama like, all know is

La-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Yo, turn that shit down, please.

I'm trying to fucking concentrate, nigga.

You gotta control the music in here too?

Yo. I know.

I'm trying to go over this fucking set list. Is that cool?

Do we got a choice? Shit.

All right. Cool.

We're going to step out with with Deck.

He's going to come from behind a black curtain by himself.

You do your verse, all right?

Then, the music stops.

Silence. Total silence.

I want to make the audience feel that shit.

Then, out of nowhere, the entire clan bum-rushes the stage.

I know we do this shit often, but I had to lay out the layout.

Y'all good with that?

La-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la

Y'all niggas stupid.

Sing that for me, baby.

(SCREAMING)

Wu-Tang!

RAEKWON: Word!

This shit's crazy right now, yo.

Women is mad flavorful out here tonight, son.

Ooh!

I like Shorty right there. I need three scoops of that.

She thick as hell, son.

Look, I think those people made us food, too.

Nah, son, chill with all that. You know what I mean?

Might have swine in it and shit, cuz.

I would never take anything from a fan, son.

Yo, what's that girl holding?

METHOD MAN: It's a pinata, God.

- Pinata? - What's she doing with a pinata?

- That's what I'm saying. - Yo.

Yo, Mook been rapping with the promoter for mad long now.

INSPECTAH DECK: It's business shit.

But what kind of business he got to handle right before the fucking show?

(CHANTING) Wu-Tang!

Yo, you see that?

She's dressed in all Wu Wear.

Isn't that a good thing?

It should be, but that's not our shit. It's bootleg.

Nigga, how can you tell?

Easy. We haven't made clothes for women yet. Come on, man.

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

DIVINE: Maybe we should.

Yo, what's up, God? Aren't we supposed to be on stage?

Not until we get paid.

That's the rule number one on the tour, bro.

What's the hold up, son? Where's my money at?

Your brotherly love shows you that love.

All right, then.

Mmm-hmm.

So, Killah in the group now?

You know, it's just...

He's on the album already.

Yo, double or nothing.

I got that.

Nah, I got that.

I got jack on that shit.

No way you're gonna make that shot, son.

Oh!

Give me the money, son.

He doesn't even play ball in real life, son.

This money real though.

Yo, he not opening up for the tour. Fuck that.

Yo, get the fuck out here, son. Deck killed Philly, son.

Killed that shit, yo. You see Shorty on the side,

knew all the words to your shit?

Nah, which side? Left or right?

- The stage left, son. - The fuck is "stage left"?

Left of stage, nigga. The left of the stage.

You know what I mean?

- What's that smell? - Oh, shit.

Somebody open up the vents, God.

That's that same smell from earlier I was telling y'all.

Let's open the damn windows, son.

Yo, Deck, I thought we agreed to stop

fucking accepting gifts from fans and shit.

Don't be hating 'cause he's got fans.

- (LAUGHS) - Whatever, nigga.

- Shit. - It's full of blunts.

Word up.

Think I found a different kind of smell.

You know weed is the best air freshener.

Nigga's gonna be accepting shit from fans now.

All right, bro.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

We're about to sail!

Just like a ship!

It's mad early, son. Come on, yo.

We're about to sail!

Just don't worry

I know

Shut the fuck up, son.

I know, I know

Stupid, son.

Come on, Dirty, sit your ass down, play the game or something, nigga.

Are you ready to lose some money?

Crazy, yo.

I love Virginia Beach, son.

Yeah, it's all right. It's all right.

Son, this shit paradise.

Word. This is exactly the locale I wanna record at.

Yo, I just don't really fuck with the sand and all that.

Imagine that shit, waking up to the sound of waves and shit.

Mad tranquil and shit. You know what I mean?

Come on, yo. That's the frequency that...

That Wu shit. Hold on.

Hold on.

That's a hair?

Why I got a thread in my shit, son?

Nah, son.

Nah, son.

Which one of y'all niggas is using my grill, son?

It's just a fucking grill, son.

WOMAN: Igor, come in.

They want to make a pit stop.

Next exit.

DIVINE: Booked you a hotel room so you can shower and shit.

Be back in one hour.

Well, I ain't going after Dirty.

- Word. - Let's roll dice, son.

Yeah, word.

- Let's roll dice on it and all that. - Yo, yo, yo...

I know for a fact y'all not sharing a room with those guys, so...

Well, this room is for management...

usually.

- Thanks, brother. - Mmm-hmm.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN 1: Whoa. This shit's gonna be wild tonight, son.

- MAN 1: Word. - MAN 2: Word, son.

Hopefully, you don't hog the mic and talk for two minutes like the last show.

Yo, what's up? Virginia Beach thanks you. Hey, Killah.

Ooh!

Yo, Bobby, can you give this to Inspectah for me?

- Yeah. Right here. - I gotta toss it.

Louise. Rae.

Oh!

Can you give this to Method?

All right, y'all. Have a good show.

Yo, bring in the dice, son.

No one be gambling before the show's on.

All right. Play me in chess then, nigga. The fuck.

All these shorty's in here and you wanna play?

Gamble and play chess?

Nah, son. I feel that shit burning down there.

Full on pain there, son.

If you're feeling that way, you might as well

burn some of that paper.

Come on, son. Now it's your show. Let me get some of that.

KARINA: This what you always do at a party?

Sulk in the corner?

Karina, what up, baby?

Can't believe I'm seeing you.

- What're you doing here? - (LAUGHS) I'm shooting a video.

- Word. - Yeah.

You heard Wu was in town?

Yeah, my friends are fans.

What about you?

I just came for the free drinks.

What's wrong?

You got another headache?

Nah, I'm good now.

Thanks to you and the temple rubs and all.

- I love Virginia Beach. - Yeah. Me too.

Wanna go out and walk around and shit?

- Yeah. - All right. Come on.

Ratted him out real quick.

Sit down.

- Tony Bennett. - Nope.

Uh...

- Do I know you? - No.

But I know you.

We spotted you at three different Wu shows.

Am I in some kind of trouble?

Depends.

You made that?

Please don't hurt me.

- How would you punish a thief? - Fuck.

We saw the same one at the Philly show and Baltimore too.

- What's up with that? - Look, I'm really sorry.

I don't want a fucking apology, nigga.

I ain't got time for that.

Tell me how you do it.

Do what?

You sell these for 10 bucks a pop right?

What's the hustle?

Me and my friends bought a press.

- Make all the shirts ourselves. - How you move the product?

My uncle's a truck driver. He delivers them for free.

How many stops?

- Twenty-seven. - Twenty-seven?

(SCOFFS)

You niggas get around.

So who that, your little homies and shit?

There's a chat board.

The fuck is that?

It's a place where people talk online.

- Look, we're really big fans-- Okay. - Shut up.

You've been stealing money out of my pocket, nigga.

That's the problem.

It won't happen again.

Well, I know it ain't gonna happen again.

You know better than that.

What are you gonna do to me?

I'm gonna offer you a job.

What if I supplied you with the real shit?

You know what I mean?

I'll break your uncle off a little something, something, too.

Are you for real?

- We got a deal? - Yeah, absolutely.

Does this mean I'm part of Wu-Tang Clan?

- Fuck, no. - Okay.

Get the fuck out of here.

Look, take that.

DENNIS: Yo, tonight's matchup come up, hit any button seven times.

Then you gonna press and hold B, C and up.

Nigga, that works?

You'll be on fire the whole game. It's my word.

We making some money today, baby.

What that smell, son?

- It's Igor. - Yo!

You're supposed to be sleeping in the hotel room

when we stop overnight. Vine gives you money.

Man, he's pocketing that money and sleeping on the bus with his stank ass.

Fuck you!

Fuck you too, motherfucker.

Yo, son. What the fuck is on my grill, son?

You've got some fuckers--

Yo, what the fuck?

Fuck you, too!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Okay.

All right.

You know, I took this job so I wouldn't have to drive no bus no more.

(CHUCKLES)

It's funny how things come full circle, right?

Like the wheels on the bus.

DENNIS: See, you know how you got Mercury, right?

She the one that's closest to the sun and all, always around this shit.

Mars is like the one you've got to go visit.

Venus is mad hot.

That's you.

(KARINA GIGGLES)

Then you got your Earth.

That's who you build a life with and all that.

She like the matriarch, for real.

That's your girl back home?

Yeah. Shurrie.

- She's... - I already...

learned about the solar system in school.

(KARINA LAUGHING)

If you're trying to get out the house, my mom says that you're welcome to...

She's just trying to help, Nia. What do you want me to say?

Okay. No, no. We've got to hit the road

if we're going to make it to the show on time.

Okay. So look, Nia, I'm going call you later.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Every time I'm away, it's the same drama.

It's always some shit.

What's going on with you?

There's this one shorty.

She's been with us...

for a few stops now.

You know what I'm saying?

With Ghost.

I know it's hard, but you have to leave this be, Bobby.

Yo.

You knew about this?

Well, you know, not exactly this one, but...

Look, Ghost and our sister, they have an arrangement, okay?

Shurrie is cool with this shit?

Cool isn't the word I would use, but our sister is not stupid.

Why would she talk to you about this shit and not me?

I don't know. Because she knew you'd react

the way you're reacting now.

Look, I don't give a fuck, all right?

This is our little sister, yo.

I hear you. But look, Bobby, we don't know, right?

What happens behind closed doors is their business.

They didn't tell us about their shit in the first place

because we'd be sticking our noses in it.

Bobby, you control the music.

You cannot control their personal lives.

I mean, I learned that shit the hard way on the last tour.

Yeah, whatever.

I'm not getting on that bus.

No, no, no, no, no. I told you. The executive bus is for management.

The tour bus, that's for artists.

Yeah, I'm both, remember?

But that's the problem.

Right now, you are a rapper on the group tour.

Stop acting like a suit trying to control everything.

Bobby, it's only a matter of time before they start to resent you for it.

(SCOFFS)

Let me be the one that they hate.

Okay?

All right.

Boom! Blowin' up niggas better than pullin' the trigger

So you betta' run for cover!

Niggas better loosen they ass felt the glass...

Yo yo yo yo money yo pass!

Ooh ooh ooh I sweat it live

MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die

The maximum of MC's are populating

The minimum of those MC's are dominating

They must have been cooking for days, son?

- That's large, son. - These people thought about everything.

She was even talking some shit about vegan marshmallows.

- Vegan marshmallows? - We got chicken right here.

They ain't got no other options?

Hey, yo.

What's the holdup?

- I'm hungry as hell. - Just a grill.

This smell mad good. What's taking so long.

Do smell good.

You see that? What you eating?

You ain't eating nothing?

Shut the fuck up.

- Matter of fact, move over here. - All right.

She said, I can't talk, that I can't blame you now.

Hey, you ain't gonna save some for the rest of us?

(CHATTERING)

Yo. Nigga's be getting wild disrespectful.

Yo yo yo yo yo yo.

It ain't worth going to war over, God.

- Yo. - Yo.

I just got us three radio interviews for tomorrow.

Three? Why didn't we get three interviews in New York, son?

- I know, right? - Nice. Peace, bro.

And so with that,

we're going to have to divide and conquer.

So it's going to be me, Deck and Dirty.

GZA, you're going to be with Rae and Ghost and Killah.

And that leaves, U-God and Meth.

All right? Cars get here at 6:30 sharp.

Yo. You put me with Meth, nigga?

- With Meth? - Yeah.

Yeah. We all gotta do promo, all right?

Fuck that, nigga. You know all he do is talk.

You should've asked us about this shit.

It's already decided.

All right?

I'm gonna watch your little video on the drop, right?

- Yeah? - Hmm.

All right.

This was fun.

Yeah, no doubt.

I'm going to see you in New York?

Yeah, of course.

Am I going to see you?

- Yeah. - (CHUCKLES)

You're my Venus, I told you that. That's right, I told you that.

Right, right.

All right. Well, be safe.

All right. Later.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Hey, yo.

I've been peeping you after, like every show, all right?

What, you squeezing the promoters off on the side?

That's what you're doing?

You say something?

Hey, don't fucking play with me, son. Come on.

Why wouldn't I ask for more money if they're selling extra tickets?

But what you doing, you're holding us hostage?

We not going to stage unless you get more cream.

- That's what it is? - They always come out with money.

Yeah, but is Wu seeing any of it?

There's no money unless I go and get it.

All right? It's not coming out of your pocket or anybody else's either.

(SIGHS)

You a scheming ass motherfucker from before.

All fucking day. Don't you ever forget about it.

And you can thank my scheming ways for that Jesus piece. We all got to eat.

Oh. Yo, it ain't even like, it ain't even like I'm mad at the hustle.

I mean, I just don't like niggas trying to do shit and be slick about it.

Doing shit without you knowing and shit like that.

And not asking your permission when it directly affects your pockets.

All right. All right.

- You know what I'm saying? - Yeah. I feel you.

We talk about this shit tomorrow?

Yeah, son.

INTERVIEWER: We're sitting here with the one and only

Method Man of the Wu-Tang Clan. Live in the studio.

Welcome to Charleston, Mr. Method.

Why didn't you go with the others?

(SCOFFS) What's the use?

Meth sit there and suck up all the fucking oxygen out the room.

Nobody else can get a word in edgewise when he around.

METHOD MAN: Well, you know, there's a bunch of talented artists this year.

You think you can send me somewhere to a gift shop, somewhere down here?

I think I want to get something for my little man.

Please?

(SCOFFS) Can't move this bus an inch without the okay from management.

Come on, Grandma, I'm just going down the street.

Rules are rules.

Fuck the rules.

(SIGHS)

This some boring shit. Check this shit out.

Grandma D, where RZA at?

Hey, what's wrong?

U-God shit on the bus.

Oh! God damn!

Ugh. It's worse than when Frampton sacrificed the rabbit.

Are you serious?

(LAUGHS)

You almost had me there.

Hey, what's good?

We got bigger problems.

Look, the journalist's article came out.

Some bullshit.

Yo, what the fuck?

"The RZA blames the lack of decent education in the South

"for his grandfather's troubles.

"A proper education isn't an up." Yo!

I didn't even fucking say this shit, yo.

This motherfucker switched up my fucking words, yo.

- I told you not to fuck with them. - Yo, what the fuck?

What the fuck?

BOBBY: Yo. All I told the man was Grandpa's story.

I wasn't shitting on the South.

At all.

No, but that's the thing with reporters, dawg.

We can't always control what they write.

Are you thinking it's about coincidence this shit comes out

while we're about to hit the southern leg of our tour?

I don't believe in coincidences.

- Beef sells. - Shit.

It's The Chef right now. It's The Chef, it's The Chef, son.

Nah, you know, I like all of that.

I like all of that. Hold on, hold on, son.

- That's what I'm saying. - I just won the lot.

Now you're talking crazy, son.

Yo, yo, yo. Get in on this show and get your money out.

- That's all to my name. - You've got 30 minutes.

I don't want to hear that right now.

- Have some fun. - Who's the shooter then?

You the shooter. Take this shit.

I put the whole show on this.

Hold on. Hold on, hold on.

- Sixes, sixes. - Sixes.

(CLAMORING)

No way in hell, son.

No way!

Oh! I'm back, baby!

That's my shit. That's my cream.

That's my cream.

I can't hear you, Rae. I can't hear you, Rae.

(EXCLAIMING)

Hey, yo, one more time.

It's nothing, son. Fuck is wrong with him?

So...

this local paper picked up on the story.

Think it's going to be a problem?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Fuck.

What's good with you?

Son, when did Killah become an official member of the clan, son?

I thought there was eight members of the group.

Who said anything about him being a member?

We're breaking them off like he part of the group, son.

There's nine equal stacks every time.

Killah's my man, he could roll up.

He could drink. Do whatever he want to do, son.

I'm cool.

But when it come to my money, you're going to talk to me first, son.

We all doing equal work.

- Right? - Equal? Word, equal.

So why you got the whole back area, son?

No, I mean, why not Meth?

Why not Dirty?

Why you make all the decisions, son?

- Equal? - Hey.

(SIGHS)

All right. How about this?

Let's take this to the guys.

Let's see what they got to say. Huh?

Let's talk to them.

- ASON: Charleston thanks you. - Yo.

Hey, watch out.

Don't touch that.

We got to, we got to talk.

Don't touch what? What you takin' about, son?

So we need to discuss how this money is going to be split up.

If anyone has a problem, say that shit now.

- What's the issue? - Well, ask Rae.

My problem is simple.

We're cutting the cake nine ways, right?

Last I checked, there was eight members in this crew.

No disrespect and all that, but it's a little unclear who's in the group.

So I think if Killah's traveling with us, he should get paid.

You know what I'm saying?

But that's just me.

RAEKWON: I mean, the same amount, though, son?

Killah's only on one song.

U-God's only on two songs.

He's in the group, isn't he?

For sure. I mean, now that you bring that up--

Okay, so it's like that, son? It's like that?

- RAEKWON: I'm just saying-- - Stepped into some shit here.

- Yo, we all equal, God. Word. - But you got a gold album.

I'm saying Meth about to go double platinum any day now, son.

Don't bring me into this shit.

I'm saying, shouldn't they get more?

They're bringing the crowd. The fans are coming here to see them.

(MUTTERING)

So you're talking about a tier system, dawg?

- RZA, are you good with that? - Nah, nigga.

I'll be doing a lot for you.

- All right? So... - Right. A lot.

We signed that contract and everything, gave you control and shit,

but we ain't gave you control of our food.

All right. So maybe we handle this as a group.

Who's in the group?

Because we keep coming back to the main question.

Should we roll for it?

- Stop playing, nigga. - Stop telling me what to do.

This whole conversation is stupid, son.

- Of course you don't give a fuck. - What's that supposed to mean?

You've got other ways to make money.

So what? What's stopping you from doing the same?

Even Mook getting money.

So what? You know about that shit?

Well, all y'all know about Mook taking our shit, son?

- Crazy. - Y'all bugging the fuck out, for real.

But you know,

I don't got a solo album yet, so I'm chilling.

Go make one, son. The fuck you talking to me for?

With what fucking beats? RZA did your whole album.

- And yours too. - You can get beats from anywhere, son.

The rest of us are stuck waiting around.

They got record deals with release dates.

Of course I'm handling them first.

Why don't I have a deal, then?

Can we just smoke some weed and move the fuck on?

This nigga's always fucking talking, son.

Are you coming at me?

You don't care 'cause you know you're good.

Shit. Maybe I should get paid more just to listen to your bullshit.

Nigga, I was the only one with an album before Wu.

- So? - The seniority trumps, right?

Hmm.

Look, that's not what I'm saying.

What I'm saying is, with your logic, I should be getting paid

- more than all y'all do. - That ain't my logic.

That's Rae's shit.

How the hell is a tier system?

Are we talking about getting paid for vocals?

'Cause I'm on all the songs.

Name one hit song I'm not on.

Yo, son, I wasn't ever talking about a tier system, son.

My point remains.

Is there nine members, or is there eight members?

Yo, check it out, son.

All this back and forth shit started because of me.

You know what?

I don't give a fuck.

I'm a G-O-D. How about that?

Shit.

Yo.

That little interview you gave got the crowd going rowdy.

You all better bring the fucking ruckus tonight.

You're on in 30.

What the fuck is going on here?

POWER: You're on in 30, all right?

Don't fuck this money up.

- MAN 1: Fuck that, nigga. - MAN 2: Fuck these niggas, homes.

- (CLAMORING) - What the fuck is up?

What the fuck is going on?

- (CROWD CLAMORING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Yo, yo, yo! - No!

Come on, drive, drive. Let's go. The fuck.

Lucky, son.

Drive, drive!

You good. You good. All right?

- Who's up? - This is crazy, yo.

Yo, all things considered, son, we had a good show.

What the fuck you talking about, nigga? We was all over the place.

Exactly.

Wu stands for "witty unpredictable", yo.

They ain't know if we was gonna throw our hands in the air

or throw our hands at each other.

If they was going to lift up their shirts to show their Glocks

or their titties, yo.

(LAUGHS)

Yo, ain't nobody showing no titties, son.

Nah, son, you missing and shit.

There was some shorties on the left and shit, son.

Adam, now you've seen 'em, right?

Word, they make 'em thick in the south.

Word, yo.

Yo, shit is way more fun when it's out of control.

All I'm sayin'.

Your whole fucking Chessboxin' verse was out of control, brother.

I couldn't understand a fucking word you were saying.

- He be forgetting the words every time. - Every time?

That's because it's not about the words, son.

It's about the feeling.

I was feeling you were about to have a heart attack on stage,

- how you were spasming up. - (EXCLAIMS)

About to give you CPR, son.

(ALL LAUGHING)

GARY: I'll show you a few things.

Hit 'em with the Shao Lin style.

Come on. Pay attention, dog.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(PAGER BEEPS)

Yo, let me see that phone real quick.

Call it, son. Call it.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yo, Keisha.

Hold on, hold on. Calm down.

Tell me what happened.

Say what?

Stop the fucking bus!

Where you going?

What the fuck is going on, son?

- Where the fuck you going? - What nigga?

What the fuck is going on, nigga?

- My son got shot, man. - Oh, shit!

Hey, I'm so- I mean, I can't even imagine--

No, you can't imagine that shit.

Ride with us till the next city and catch a plane, all right?

I'm not waiting, son.

I'll hitch a ride on a train if I have to.

- Just don't do no stupid shit, nigga. - Say what?

I'm saying don't get caught up in that street shit.

We're done with that.

Yo, I'm talking. Yo. Yo!

Yo.

He took my gun, son.