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( helicopter whirring )

( slow, dreamy theme playing )

JAY-Z: Phew, luck.

I heard people say I'm the luckiest man on the planet.

I like to think I stay ready.

A wise man once told me luck isn't some mystical energy

that dances around the universe,

randomly bestowing people with satisfaction and joy.

You create your own luck.

My whole career, I've been thinking of a night like this.

Like what's about to happen.

As it was going on I was like,

"Oh, shit, this is it right now.

A night with all the stars in line."

Now, I ain't trying to get to dramatic on y'all,

but that night I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Or as my man Ceto would say, "Lucky Lefty."

( helicopter whirrs )

( cheering )

CROWD ( chanting ): Hova! Hova! Hova! Hova!

MAN ( over loudspeaker ): Good night, everybody! Peace and love! Get home safe!

MAN: ...up here at the Trump International ask for me.

Boom. You out of here now.

You said it's over, I got you, nigga.

COMMON: It was like a whole energy.

Like, I was just standing up on the seats, man.

I ain't did that since, like,

going to see, like, Michael Jackson

and stuff like that, you know.

PUFFY: And this is history right here.

Jay-Z in the Garden all by himself.

He just sold out the shit by himself in four minutes.

GHOSTFACE KILLAH: Dear Jay,

why you leaving the game, baby? Know what I'm saying?

You're supposed to stay here and keep it thorough

and finish repping, know what I mean?

It's done, it's a wrap. The Garden is no more.

Modern day hip-hop, this is what it's supposed to be,

a show like this, man.

Big, and the niggas feelin' it, and it's real music.

Hope you had a great time. I had a wonderful time.

I feel like I waited too long

for it to be over this fast, though.

( laughs ): For real.

I knew saying goodbye was the right thing to do.

This goodbye began like the long kiss.

Let me take y'all back to the beginning...

( fun, simple beat playing )

...of the end, that is.

Anytime you goin' to make an album,

especially if this is your last album,

every single track has to be a statement.

Like in your mind you thinkin',

"I have to make the perfect album."

That's what you think.

Anybody know me know I'm dead serious.

Like I will sit there drivin' myself crazy till I find that right track.

( light, happy beat plays )

( funky, somber beat plays ) Yeah, yeah, yeah

( sultry beat plays ) Baby let me kiss ya

Who's the greatest? I'm the greatest

Don't waste my motherfucking time!

( grand, melancholy beat plays ) I lost my love in Babylon

Those niggas is depressed. MAN: Yeah.

You got to get out of the basement.

( songs changing rapidly )

All my life

( music stops )

( Jay-Z chuckles )

JAY-Z: Only two things could get you through this, man.

That's patience and persistence.

It's not easy bro.

MAN ( over speakers ): Are you not entertained?

Listen to a lot of bullshit before you get to choose.

Is this not why you are here?

JAY-Z: This right here we call the magic moment.

Right now I'm thinking like, you know,

"Where is this going? What does this track say?"

You know, I look-- I look at music like a puzzle.

Like, I try to figure it out,

you know, figure out what I'm gonna say on it.

Figure out the emotion of the track, what it's saying.

Then I go through my rain man.

( grand, funky beat playing )

I can't explain it to y'all, man. I just--

It comes out the air for me. I start mumbling.

They say you put the right artist with the right track in the studio,

leave the door cracked and let God in.

Never been a nigga this good For this long

This hood or this pop This hot or this strong

With so many different flows

This one's for this song The next one I switch up

This one will get bit up

You fuck You too lazy to make up shit

They crazy They don't paint pictures

They just trace me You know what?

Soon they forget where they Pluck their whole style from

Then try to reverse the outcome I'm like, "Tuhh"

I'm not a biter, I'm a writer For myself and others

I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only Biggin' up my brother

Pickin' up my borough

I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough

Plus I know my own flow Is foolish

So my rings and things I sing about, bring 'em out

It's hard to yell When them barrels in ya mouth

Humming-- Uh-oh.

It's almost time now, niggas!

FLEX: Yeah, Hot 97, Funk Flex. Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek.

FLEX: Yeah.

Of course, the concert, you know what it is.

Jay-Z is comin' to the Garden.

Tickets go on sale Saturday.

This is very big deal, New York.

There hasn't been something in the Garden in so long.

JAY-Z: Madison Square Garden.

It's beautiful, and-- You know what, man?

When I was looking once again at the Jumbotron,

it wasn't like an R&B concert, and you're on it.

Or it wasn't a Reggae concert or--

It's Jay Z, and I think this is such a great thing, man.

It's nice to see you at the Garden.

Yeah, from Marcy to Madison Square, man.

You can believe it.

This isn't the short Summer Jam joint.

This isn't the condensed show.

This is-- This is Jay-Z all evening long.

Are you gonna do the collabo

maybe with Beyoncé that night?

That might happen.

'Cause you know where I'm going now right, Jay?

That might hap-- ( all chuckle )

Jay-Z has just stopped looking at me.

( all laugh )

( dark, cool beat playing )

( indistinct chatter )

JAY-Z: We in the Garden, nigga.

That may not be a big deal for pop acts or rock acts,

they sell out the Garden a couple nights in a row.

But for hip-hop, we wasn't even allowed in the building.

MAN: All passes only, no one's getting in without 'em.

Allow me to keep it real.

The Gun is here, Bleek is here, Freeway here,

and if Jay don't show up,

we gonna shut this shit down even more.

( all laughing )

I'm the fucking king of New York after tonight,

that's what the fuck I'm thinking.

( people clamoring )

MAN: The people with him have to get frisked.

Huh?

MAN: The policemen have a problem upstairs.

You should have your fucking credential anyway.

I do. You ready?

MAN: His lead security guy is stuck down there,

but his name is on the list.

Can you find Ahmir for me?

Fucking long-ass walk, man.

Everybody gonna retire like that.

BLEEK: No, no, no, no, no.

Jay retiring 'cause he's that fucking nigga.

Jay earned that 'cause he nice.

Don't get it twisted, he worked hard. Don't say that.

Tell Ahmir I need a drop on the last, um,

That last shit on "Song Cry" with the L.L. shit.

Just tell him to come see me. I need a drop.

( sweeping, mystical rock playing )

They wanna do one more song. You tell me.

You got four minutes. You got it.

Whatever we gotta do, let's do it now. Picture?

No, we gotta all get a picture 'cause I have to really go.

I love y'all. Thank y'all for coming.

You got it crazy downstairs.

It's like Saddam Hussein trying to get up in this joint.

Damn.

MAN: Tickets in your hand, please.

Yeah, boy.

Gotta get in my zone, now. There'll be no talking.

I'm gonna go in, I'm gonna think,

and I'm gonna envision myself tearing this down.

That's how you do it. You gotta envision it first.

?UESTLOVE: He's back there, just being calm.

You just gotta-- It's another day.

He said, "Treat it like it's Boston. It's Boston."

( people cheering )

( bell rings )

Llllll...

ladies and gentlemen...

...tonight...

we come to Madison Square Garden, New York City,

to see and hear a legendary superstar.

From Marcy Projects, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, New York,

presenting...the one, the only,

undisputed, undefeated,

heavyweight champion of the world of hip-hop.

He is...

Jayyyyyyyyyyyy

Z!

Never been a nigga this good For this long

This hood or this pop This hot or this strong

With so many different flows

This ones for this song The next one I switch it up

This one will get bit up Get fucked

Too lazy to make up shit

They crazy They don't paint pictures

They just trace me You know what?

Soon they forget where they Pluck their whole style from

They try to Reverse the outcome

I'm like, "Tuhh"

I'm not a biter I'm a writer For myself and others

I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin' up my brother

Pickin' up my borough

I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough

Plus I know my own flow Is foolish

So the rings and things You sing about, bring 'em out

It's hard to yell when them barrels in ya mouth humming

New sneakers, two-seaters A few divas

What more can I tell you Let me spell it for you

W-I-double-L-I-E

Nobody truer than H.O.V.

And I'm back for more New York's ambassador

Prime minister back To finish my business up

CHORUS: What more can I say?

Put your motherfucking hands up!

CHORUS: What more can I do?

Put your motherfuckin' hands up!

CHORUS: I give this up to you

Put your motherfuckin' hands up!

CHORUS: I know this much is true True

Holla! Oh, yeah, baby!

What more can I say, New York?

I done said it all.

Done it all.

Let's go!

What more can I say?

Now you know your ass is Willie When they got you in the mag

For like half of Philly And your ass ain't lily-white

That mean that shit you write Must be illy

Either that or Your flow is silly

It's both I don't mean to boast

But damn if I don't brag

Crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass

The Martha Stewart That's far from Jewish

Far from a Harvard student Just had the balls to do it

And, no, I'm not through with it In fact I'm just previewin' it

This ain't the show I'm just EQin' it

One-two And I won't stop abusin' it

To groupie girls Stop false-accusin' it

Back to the music The Maybach roof Is translucent

Niggas got a problem, Houston

What up, B? They can't shut up me

Shut down I, not even P.E. I'm-a ride

God forgive me For my brash delivery

But I remember vividly What these streets did to me

So picture me lettin' These clowns nitpick at me

Paint me like a pickany

I will literally kiss T.T. On the forehead

Tell her please forgive me then Squeeze until you full o' head

I'm not the one To score points off, in fact

I gotta joint That'll knock your points off

Young, Hova The God Nigga blasphemy

I'm at the Trump International Ask for me

I ain't never scared

I'm everywhere You ain't never there

Nigga, why would I ever care?

Pound for pound I'm the best To ever come around here

Excludin' nobody Look what I embody

The soul of a hustler I really ran the street

A C.E.O.'s mind That marketing plan was me

And, no, I ain't get shot up A whole bunch of times

Or make up shit In a whole bunch of lines

And I ain't animated Like, say, a Busta Rhymes

But the real shit you get When you bust down my lines

Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times

Times that by my influence On pop culture

I'm supposed to be number one On everybody list

We'll see what happens When I no longer exist

( Public Service Announcement (Interlude) playing )

I'm-a keep my motherfuckin' jacket on.

MAN ( over loudspeaker ): Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity

that I present this recording as a living testament

and recollection of history in the making

I see you, homey. during our generation.

Allow me to Re-introduce myself

My name is Hov, oh

H-to-the-O-V

I used to move snowflakes By the O-Z

I guess even back then You can call me

C.E.O. of the R-O-C, Hov

Fresh out the fryin' pan Into the fire

I be the music-biz Number one supplier

Flyer than a piece of paper Bearin' my name

Got the hottest chick In the game wearin' my chain

That's right Hov, oh Not D.O.C.

But similar to them letters "No One Can Do it Better"

I check cheddar Like a food inspector

My homey Strict told me "Dude, finish your breakfast"

So that's what I'm-a do Take you back to the dude

With the Lexus, fast-forward The jewels on the neck

Let me tell you dudes What I do to protect this

I shoot at you actors Like movie directors

Motherfucker.

( crowd cheering )

( pensive, dreamy melody playing )

Hey, I put together a special evening for y'all tonight.

I brought you out some different shit.

I want y'all to see how far we can take it

as hip-hop artists and shit.

I opened back up this Madison Square Garden for hip-hop.

Tonight is a charity night.

I'm still going to have a lot of fun though.

Y'all leave this motherfucker and do your job.

I'm-a do my job.

Tonight I brought y'all...

with myself, ?uestlove and the Illadelphonics.

Me, mylf...

...I go by a couple names.

Sometimes they call me Jigga,

sometimes they call me Jigga Man.

Sometimes they call me Ho,

the one.

For tonight I'll be...

WOMAN: H to the izz-O

V to the izz-A

One more time for 'em, one more time.

WOMAN: H to the izz-O

V to the izz-A

Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree?

WOMAN: H to the izz-O

I'm glad everybody could be here with me tonight.

Y'all could have been anywhere in the world.

But y'all at the Garden.

Let's get it, Pac.

Two, three, four!

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to Dribble down in VA

Was hurtin' em in the home O' the Terrapins Got it dirt-cheap for them

Plus if they was short wit' Cheese I would work wit' 'em

Brought in weed Got rid of that dirt for 'em

Wasn't born hustlers I was birthin' 'em

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

Fo' sheezy my neezy Keep my arms so greasy

Can't leave rap alone The game needs me

Haters want me clapped And chromed, it ain't easy

Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in

But somehow I beat them charges like Rocky

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

I'm not guilty He who does not feel me

Is not real to me Therefore he doesn't exist

So poof!

CROWD: Vamoose, son of a bitch!

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle Used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

That's the anthem Get your damn hands up

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

Not guilty Y'all got to feel me

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

Let's take it out west. ( beat becomes cool, smooth )

I do this for my culture To let 'em know

What a nigga look like When a nigga in a roaster

Show 'em how to move In a room full 'o vultures

Industry shady It need to be taken over

Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up

I'm overchargin' niggas for what They did to the Cold Crush

Pay us like you owe us for all The years that you hold us

We can talk, but money talks Let's talk mo' bucks

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle Used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O V to the izz-A

That's the anthem Get ya damn hands up

H, izz-O V, izz-A

Not guilty y'all got to feel me

H, izz-O V, izz-A

That's the anthem Get ya damn hands up!

JAY-Z: Like I said, when you're making your last album,

you know, you want everything to be perfect.

In order for everything to be perfect,

everybody has to be focused.

You don't know how hard it is to get everybody

on the same page, at the same time,

for one thing.

What's up?

We have a meeting in the studio, and you stop the music?

Don't ever stop the music.

Take that shit to the hallway, to the office, anywhere.

Don't ever, never stop the music.

That's what pay the bills. We can't stop the music

We ain't got nothing to meet about

if we don't have the music.

You know what I'm saying or what? Don't ever stop the music.

I didn't know I was interfering with the music.

Yeah, this nigga's already crazy,

unfocused, video-gamed-out.

I wake up in the morning, I see this nigga on the rap...

with a truck switch, four video games in it.

He's going around lookin' for old Atari games.

Like, that's how he spends his day.

You can't-- I was just set up for the shoot, man.

I had to like--

JAY-Z: I seen all the ones you had.

You had ColecoVision and all that shit.

Yeah, but I brought all that--

So that wasn't for the shoot. You been at that shit.

Everything that you say

out of your mouth.

"Yo, I just motherfuckin' need these to--

support my video-game habit."

I was like, "Carleen, get this nigga on the phone right now."

That's why I call you so early.

'Cause I thought about that statement for a minute,

and I looked at the date and it was the 15th,

and we ain't make one record together.

PHARRELL: But he's gonna play dirty, yo.

He's not gonna do shit until you done with everybody.

JAY-Z: If it's done,

and it's hot...

...he just ain't gonna make it.

GURU: That's not gonna happen.

He knows that.

You know that, right?

I'm on my last album, right?

We inside here. I'm not-- This ain't the media.

Y'all think-- I'm not even playing.

PHARRELL: I can't wait for y'all to hear my new shit.

I just want to hear what y'all think.

Tell me what you think.

( hard drumbeat playing )

JAY-Z: Beats don't just come out, like, done. There's a idea.

( playing symphonic orchestration )

( playing synthesized melody )

There's a execution of that idea.

Hopefully, you don't just lose everything in the execution.

And you've got collaboration.

You know what I need, I need that bounce: Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

They call me Oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

PHARRELL: Get busy, y'all. Call me: Oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

They call me Oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Get busy, y'all.

( tape rewinds )

( wild, festive melody plays )

JAY-Z: But by far for me, the most important thing is inspiration.

As an artist if you ain't inspired to work,

then you start thinking.

Once you start thinking, you start forcing music.

It's never good.

PHARRELL: Lay them back in the corner for me.

( Jay-Z chuckles )

Nigga said, "Don't bring no beats."

And I got some shit on the bus too.

( heavy drumbeat playing )

JAY-Z: I think just as important as knowing when something is hot

and knowing that, you know, this is the one,

is knowing when it's not.

You know, that one right there is very limited.

BLAZE: I really like this, though.

It's just the hook.

Yeah.

All right.

I hate when he does that.

WOMAN: Yo, it's your girls, Nia Chillin' with Jay-Z

Believe that inside They know they calling me

It's easy to gain, forget about Bringin' the same old shit

Forget about doing The same old thing

Forget about the poor girl That sings

New things, new rap Make all those heels snap

Cool it, unless it's music Then keep your cool

Cause Jay-Z will flip And act the fool

Ha-ha, you know it.

( cheering )

JAY-Z: I need Memph Bleek for this one.

MEMPHIS BLEEK: Okay, okay.

Check.

JAY-Z: You take that side.

I'm gonna take this side.

Everybody on this side, y'all say, "Nigga, what?"

MEMPHIS: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Y'all say, "Nigga, who?"

BOTH: One, two, three CROWD: Nigga, what?

Fuck with me CROWD: Nigga, who?

J to the Z Nigga, what?

Fuck with me Nigga, who?

J to the Z Nigga, what?

Fuck with me Nigga, who?

J to the Z Nigga, what?

Fuck with me

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up Numerous shots with the .44

Faggots wanna talk to po-pos Smoke 'em like cocoa

Fuck rap Coke by the boatload

Fuck dat, on the run-by Gun high, one eye closed

Left holes through Some guy clothes

Stop your bullshittin' Glock with the full clip

Motherfuckers better duck When the fool spit

One shot could make A nigga do a full flip

See the nigga layin' shocked When the fool hit

Hey, ma, how you? Know niggas wanna buy you

But see me, I wanna fuck For free Like Akinyele

Take this ride, make you Feel it inside Your belly

If it's tight Get the K-Y Jelly

All night get you Wide up inside the telly

Side to side, till you say "Jay-Z, you too much for me"

Nigga, what? Fuck with me

Nigga, who? J to the Z

What? Fuck the me

Who? J to the Z

What? Fuck with me

Who? J to the Z

What? Fuck with me

MEMPHIS: Yeah.

Got a condo with nothin' But condoms in it

The same place Where the rhymes is invented

So all I do is rap and sex Imagine how I stroke

See how I was flowin' On my last cassette?

Rapid-fire Like I'm blastin' a Tec

Never jam though, never get high Never run out of ammo

Niggas hatin' 'n' shit 'Cause I slayed your bitch

You know your favorite I know it made you sick

And now you're actin' raw But you never had war

Don't know how to carry Yo' ho Wanna marry yo' ho

Now she's mad at me 'Cause Your Majesty

Just happened to be pimp What a tragedy

She wanted us to end 'Cause I fucked with friends

She gave me one more chance And I fucked her again

I seen her tears As she busted in, I said

"Shit, there's a draft Shut the door, bitch And come on in"

What? Fuck with me

Who? J to the Z

What? Fuck the me

Who? J to the Z

What? Fuck with me

Who? J to the Z

What? Fuck with me

Got a vendetta Even though I been better

Left him in the cold With a thin sweater

Rap niggas on Prozac Get the bozack

Nigga threw two at me Threw fo' back

Hold that Let the dough stack

Way before B.I.G. had gold Ac Dame had the Lex black

Motherfuckers wanna test that Stress that

And right where you're stressed Where you rest at

I suggest that, niggas invest In a vest

When I come through With the Glock jet-black

You niggas step back I'm the best at

You know I ain't No apprentice to this

Me and my niggas We invented the shit

I came into the business With this, the Originator

None greater ?uestlove drop that shit

( beat becomes slower and funkier )

Madison Square Garden,

are y'all havin' a good time tonight?

( cheering )

Y'all makin' a lot of noise.

Is Jersey in this motherfucker tonight?

( cheering )

JAY-Z: What's up, Dirty Jersey?

Is the Bronx in this motherfucker tonight?

( cheering )

Is Queens in this motherfucker tonight?

( cheering )

Is Manhattan in this motherfucker tonight?

( cheering )

Is Brooklyn in this motherfucker tonight?

( cheering )

Hold on, ?uest, hold on, ?uest, hold on, ?uest.

Hold on one second.

Let's keep 'em bouncin', Jus.

( Jay-Z's "Big Pimpin'" playing )

BOTH: G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah

Bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce

G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah

Bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah

Y'all know these words. Help me out.

G-g-g'yeah, you know I...

CROWD: Thug 'em, fuck 'em Love 'em, leave 'em

'Cause I don't Fuckin' need 'em

Take 'em out the hood, Keep 'em lookin' good

But I don't fuckin' feed 'em

First time they fuss I'm breezin'

Talkin' 'bout, "What's the reason?"

I'm a pimp in every sense Of the word, bitch

Better trust and believe 'em In the cut where I keep 'em

Till I need-- Till I need--

It's beep-beep and I'm pickin' 'em up

Let 'em play with the dick In the truck

Many chicks wanna put Jigga's fist in cuffs

Divorce him and Split his bucks

Just because you got good head I'm-a break bread

So you can be livin' it up?

Shit, I parts with nothin' Y'all be frontin'

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever mackin'

Heart cold as assassins I got no passion

I got no patience And I hate waitin'

Get yo' ass in And let's...

CROWD: Ri-i-i-i-ide

G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah Let's...

Ri-i-i-i-ide

G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah Let's...

Ri-i-i-i-i-ide

G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah Let's...

Ri-i-i-i-i-ide

What we doin', y'all? We doin'...

CROWD: Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese

We doin'... Big pimpin'

...on B.L.A.D.s, we doin'... Big pimpin'

...up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man B-Sigel, Memphis Bleek

We doing... Big pimpin'

...spendin' cheese

We doin'... Big pimpin'

...on B.L.A.D.s We doing...

Big pimpin' Up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, B-Sigel, Memphis Bleek

Everybody bounce.

MAN ( over speakers ): Get down on the floor On the floor

Real pimps get down on floor On the floor

Real pimps get down on floor On the floor

Real pimps get down on floor

On a canopy my stamina be enough For Pamela Anderson Lee

MTV jam of the week

Made more money too long For gambling with me

But I'm still sittin' on blades Gettin' all paid

Standin' on the corner Of my block hustlin'

Gettin' all paged Remember what I paid?

Gettin' it right Through Customs

It'll sell by tonight It's extra white

G'yeah! I got so many grams

If the man find out It'll land me in jail for life

But I'm still Big pimpin' spendin' cheese

With B.U.N. B, Pimp C and Timothy

We got chicks in the back Of the truck, laughin' it up

Jigga Man, that's what's up

Big pimpin', spendin' cheese And we be...

CROWD: Big pimpin'

On B.L.A.D.s And we been...

Big pimpin' ...up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, B-Sigel, Memphis Bleek

We doin'... Big pimpin'

Spendin' cheese, we doin'... Big pimpin'

On B.L.A.D.s We doin'...

Big pimpin'

...up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, B-Sigel, Memphis Bleek

Everybody bounce, bounce

G-g'yeah, g-g'yeah Bounce, bounce

G-g'yeah, yeah-yeah Bounce, bounce

G-g'yeah, yeah-yeah

JAY-Z: Oh, I love it.

Y'all motherfuckers crazy tonight.

Everybody in this building, make some noise!

( screaming )

( airplane soaring )

Thanks a lot, Carleen.

We're just sitting here patiently waiting

for Jigga Man, Hov, Jay-Z, whatever his name is.

All right.

That was Carleen. Jay's running an hour late.

You know how superstars be on their bullshit.

JAY-Z: My feeling is,

whenever inspirational find you, you have to find it.

And luckily for me, I've been in this business a minute.

I know a couple people,

and some of them are just permanently inspired.

Play me something, man.

Mm-mm, you play me something.

I know where I'm going.

Huh? You play me something.

Do something.

Ah, man, why do we go through this every freaking time?

Yeah, what?

I ain't-- Go ahead. It's cool.

I ain't got nothing.

( laughing )

Un-tuck the hot then, man.

Follow me on this. Follow me.

All right. Run the marathon with me.

Ah, man.

( discordant, mystical beat playing )

There, you confused?

What?

You confused?

No, motherfucker.

Yeah, right. You know.

( frenzied, electric beat playing )

Could that bounce?

Yeah, it'll bounce and anything.

He gettin' cold, man.

That don't bounce, nigga.

You ain't got no bounce, nigga.

The bounce coming up.

( wild, pounding beat playing )

That ain't feelin' right.

Like this, baby.

( "Dirt Off Your Shoulder" Instrumental playing )

Oh, man.

Mmm! Yeah!

All right, you take your pick.

( laughter )

I'm like Rick Flair.

You ever seen that wrestler before?

( laughter )

I'm the best there is.

You got that?

This is on the fly, man.

I'm-a fuck up a lot. It's all in memory.

I think he's the greatest, you know what I'm saying?

A person who can do about 30 raps

in his head and don't forget any one of them. It's ingenious.

Uh-huh.

( "Dirt Off Your Shoulder" playing )

Get that Dirt off your shoulder

Get that Dirt off your shoulders

Sushi, L.A. uzi, I'm ballin'

God is calling in the number Nigga, summer after summer

I murdered Everything that moved

Whether it was Outkast ass Or Houston screwed

I'm a dude Livin' like a pimp, nigga

One more time.

I drop that Black Album Then I back out it

As the best rapper alive Nigga axe about me

From freaks with Billboard From grams and GRAMMYs

The Os to opposite Orphan Annie

You gotta pardon Jay

For selling out the Garden In a day

I'm like a young Marvin In his hey

I'm a hustler-homey You a customer-crony

Got some dirt on my shoulder Could you brush it off for me?

Feelin' like a pimp ( music stops )

Yeah, nigga!

All rappers--

Every rapper that's out-- Every rapper that's out,

that're supposed to be so called "hot,"

will be...terminated.

Know what I'm saying? When this come out-- "Oh, God."

That's how you end a motherfuckin' song, nigga.

Yeah!

( "Dirt Off Your Shoulder" playing )

That's how you end a song, right?

JAY-Z: How many people in this building from the 'hood?

We ain't gonna stop.

Gimme somethin' for everybody from the 'hood, yo.

( "Hard Knock Life" playing )

Let's all be doing this, left to right.

Everybody in the buildin'. You had a hard-knock life.

I need y'all to sing.

CROWD: It's the hard-knock life For us

It's the hard-knock life For us

'Steada treated We get tricked

'Steada kisses We get kicked

JAY-Z: Goddamn. It's the hard-knock life

From standin' on the corners Boppin'

To drivin' some of The hottest cars New York has ever seen

For droppin' some of The hottest verses Rap has ever heard

From the dope spot With the smoke Glock Fleein' the murder scene

You know me well from Nightmares of a lonely cell

My only hell

But since when Y'all niggas know me to fail?

Fuck nah, where all my niggas with the rubber grips?

Bust shots

And if you with me mama Rub on ya tits

And what not

I'm from The school of the hard knocks

We must not let Outsiders violate our blocks

And my plot

Let's stick up the world And split it 50/50, uh-huh

Let's take that dough And stay real jiggy, uh-huh

And sip the Cris' And get pissy pissy

Flow infinitely like the memory Of my nigga Biggie

CROWD: Baby!

( Notorious B.I.G.'s "Hypnotize" playing )

Yeah, man, when I say "B-I" Y'all say "G"

B-I CROWD: G

B-I CROWD: G

When I say "R-I" Y'all say "P"

R-I CROWD: P

R-I CROWD: P

Put the peace sign up for the homey Biggie Smalls.

( cheering )

Keep your peace sign up for Big Pun.

For Left Eye.

For Jam Master Jay.

For Big L.

Take your twos and make an A for Aaliyah

one time tonight, y'all.

And put your twos in the air for Tupac Shakur.

Y'all know how we do this.

Man, we gonna let 'em know they're gone,

they'll never be forgotten.

We gonna vi' with them.

I want everybody to feel this in this building right now.

Gimme something.

( Tupac's "Hail Mary" playing )

TUPAC: Makaveli in this

Killuminati All through your body

The blows like A 12-gauge shotty

Feel me

JAY-Z: I need to hear y'all

I need to feel y'all in my soul.

Follow me

Eat my flesh Flesh of my flesh

Jay-Z: Let me hear y'all.

CROWD: Come with me

Hail Mary Run quick see

What do we have here now

Do you wanna ride or die

La da da da La la la la

( Tupac's "Ambitionz As a Ridah" playing )

TUPAC: I won't deny it I'm a straight ridah

You don't wanna Fuck with me

Got the police Bustin' at me

But they can't do nothin' To a G

MAN: Let's get ready to rumble!

I won't deny it

CROWD: I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me

I got the police... CROWD: Bustin' at me

But they... CROWD: Can't do nothin' to a G

Put your twos back in the air.

We ain't done.

( cheering )

Gimme somethin' else, Jus.

( Notorious B.I.G.'s "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" playing )

JAY-Z: Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes!

What's your name? B-I-G... CROWD: P-O-P-P-A

No info for the DEA

Federal agents mad 'Cause I'm flagrant

Tap my cell And the phone in the basement

My team supreme Stay clean

Triple-beam lyrical dream I be that

Cat you see At all events bent

Gats in holsters Girls on shoulders

Playboy, I told ya Bein' mice to me

Bruise too much I lose too much

Step on stage The girls boo too much

I guess it's 'cause you run With lame dudes too much

Me lose my touch? Never that

If I did, ain't no problem To get the gat

Where the true players at?

Throw your roadies in the sky Wave 'em side to side

Hold up, hold up! Hold the fuck up.

( cheering )

Put your twos back in the air.

Goddamn.

Yeah, boy!

Of course, the only way we can continue in hip-hop

is we pay respect to the past.

So I had to pay respect to the past so I could

continue on to the future.

Can I introduce y'all to my future,

Roc-A-Fella Records.

Gimme somethin', Jus!

( "You, Me, Him and Her" playing )

Jay-Z: Oh.

MEMPHIS BLEEK: Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

JAY-Z: Memphis Bleek, get back out here, nigga.

MEMPHIS BLEEK: You know. Whoo, whoo, whoo!

Beanie Sigel, get the fuck out.

Def. MEMPHIS BLEEK: Yes!

JAY-Z: Yeah, yeah.

Dynasty.

Jigga man What?

Mo better What?

Mo' cheddar

Foes knock the man Off your Polo sweater

Roll with the R-O-C Hey, fella

Remember me? The teachers used to fail us

Now it's mo' scrilla

And... Ho-killers

And... Fo' wheelers

We gorillas

Oh, please feel us

We heat holders fightin'

Listen, boy Roy Jones couldn't still us

The plot thickens

And... The block clickin'

And... We got the game Tied up, stop trippin'

Jigga Man Huh?

Sigel, Sigel, y'all Yo

Memph Bleek Yeah!

A million Y'all

Cat be him, El Capitan

The fire I spit Burn down Happyland

Nigga, social club We unapproachable

Thugs non-social

We're... Gone postal

Yeah Great aim

Harm the arm close To your toast

Like a Don's supposed to Shawn

I thought I told you These ain't just vocals

Don't make me take it To the old school

I put holes Through your ho's too

Through your clothes To the foes

To the nigga close to you, Fuck it

Jigga Man Huh?

Sigel, Sigel Y'all

Memph Bleek What's up?

A million

Y'all dudes don't get it Come wit' it

Fifth loaded with slugs That'll rest in your fitted

Yo, it's M dot E-M The Roc be them

We got the mommies sayin' "Look, who can stop me then?"

You wanna press your dumb luck Get blam blammed up

I crush your larynx You talk 'bout us, nigga

No obituaries Yeah

I get it critical Uh

You know that Memph'll hit The pall bearer liftin' you

When I cock the plastic Make 'em drop the casket

When it's hot, I'm blastin' It's the Roc, you bastards

Jigga Man Huh?

Memph Bleek That's right

Sigel, Sigel Come on

A million Shawn

Spit acid Come on

Come on With your bullshit smash hit

Get your bullshit Smashed in

Dumb niggas wanna front And get jumped

Bet the Luger give his Right side a nice-sized lump

( chuckles ) Oh, man.

VOICE ( over walkie-talkie ): 315, stay in line.

Wanna make sure I don't bump into it.

We 'bout to show. I got you.

We 'bout to shut this shit down, man...early.

You know how we do.

Yeah, we're the R-O-C-dot A-dot-Fellas

Bitches don't talk to me The ho's, they e-mail us

Nigga, Jigga Man That's me

Memph Bleek That's him

A million Yeah

Sigel, Sigel

R-O-C stop

From tower to mind pop I move out, stop

Shower your mind block Move out with Glocks

Raw to the cook, look Move out them blocks

Take it to the bucks Who be grindin' it up

I usually take it to the dubs Or they diamond it up

Competition Linin' 'em up

Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze Lime 'em up

You want, drama, what? Well, silence it up What?

Since a young buck What?

Violent as fuck

Wettin' me, dog The high will do it

I used to wild off Embalmin' fluid

I send niggas to the... Trauma unit

Forty-five Or the 9'll do it

Fuck around and Have your mom go through it

CROWD: I'm a beast. Shit

Niggas always Wanna use shit

Then they wanna cease shit

When they motherfuckin' Peeps hit

I don't cease nothin' I decease somethin'

Fuck around and have you Sleepin' underneath somethin'

Jigga Man That's him

Memph Bleek What up?

Sigel, Sigel He back

A million gone

( crowd cheering )

The Garden.

Yeah, Memphis.

What's up?

Let's get it popping.

( Freeway's "What We Do" playing )

Ohhhh.

Noooo.

WOMAN ( over speakers ): Even though What we do is wrong

We still hustlin' Till the sun come up

Crack a 40 When the sun go down

It's a cold winter and y'all Niggas better bundle up

And I bet it be A hotter summer, grab a onion

Yes, the Roc gets down You hot, now listen up

Don't you know cops sole purpose Is to lock us down?

And throw away the key But without this drug shit

Your kids ain't got No way to eat, huh?

Huh, we still try To keep Mom smilin'

'Cause when The teeth start showin'

And the stomach starts growlin' Then the heat starts flowin'

If you from the 'hood I know you feel me, keep goin'

If a sneak start leanin' And the heat stop workin'

Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person

And catch a nigga sleeping While he out in the open

And I'm-a get him

I'm-a get him Keep going, Free!

We gotta raise our kids While we livin'

Make a million off my record Bail my niggas out of prison

Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus Just my boys in the squadder

Nigga talk reckless then I hit him with the Smith

What? But I'm never snitchin' I'm-a rider

If my kids hungry, snatch The dishes out your kitchen

I pick wallets till they Pick me out the lineup, up, up

Keep going, Free!

We keep the 9s tucked Chopped dimes up

Rap about it Well, I'll fuck niggas up

Laugh about it

I'm not trying To visit the morgue

But Freeway move out Till I sit with the Lord

Till I get my shit together Clean up my sins

Freeway got it in Like 10 in the morning

And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawning, man

Keep going, Free!

Check, Still deliver the order, man

And I ain't talkin' 'bout Chicken and gravy, man

I'm talking 'bout bricks of yayo Halves and quarters

Four-and-a-half halves of hash You do the math

Swing past us Scoop up your daughter

She wanna roll wit' a thug That rap, you do the math

He won't blast Till my stacks in order, man

Man Man

Let me get 'em, Free.

Hov, never slackin', man Zippin' in the black Range

Faster than the red ghost Gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Man

One-time know a got a knack To get that change

Leader of the black gang R.O.C., man

Bang like T-Mac Ski-mask, air it out

Got to kill witnesses Free beard's stickin' out

Y'all don't want no witness shit We squeeze hammers, man

Bullets breeze by you Like Louisiana, man

But I got to feed Tianna, man

So I move keys, you can Call me the piano man

Rain, sleet Hail, snowman

Slang dough, E, hydro, man

Yo, B. Si' in the third lane

( Beanie Sigel's "Roc The Mic" playing )

Yup!

FREEWAY: Bounce

MEMPHIS BLEEK: Ho! FREEWAY: Bounce

MEMPHIS: Go! FREEWAY: Bounce

Go get 'em, gang Go get 'em, gang

The fuckin' floor's shaking, man.

MAN: I know. It's crazy.

I thought-- I thought I was getting dizzy and shit.

I thought I ain't smoking weed and shit.

It's B. Si' In the place to be seen

And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah

Still watch what you say To me, prick

'Cause I got what it takes To dump the AK clip

All of y'all need to... CROWD: Run yo'self

Go get the burner, nigga CROWD: Bang yo'self

All of y'all need to... CROWD: Run yo'self

Go get the burner, nigga CROWD: Bang yo'self

Holler.

( crowd cheers )

Ya ain't going to get tired on me, right.

Are y'all tired out there?

CROWD: No!

Okay, I'm just checking with y'all.

I'm gonna check with y'all three more times.

Yo, Bleek.

What's up?

We're gonna need you on this one. Okay.

It's for the ladies right here.

That's what I'm for.

JAY-Z: It's for the ladies right here.

G'yeah.

Hold on. Let me look.

Okay.

Question:

FEMALE VOICE: Is that yo chick?

( Memphis Bleek's "Is That Yo Chick?" playing )

Oh, oh, oh Jigga man

Oh, oh, oh Big man

R-O-C Yeah, yeah

R-O-C Missy

R-O-C Yeah, yeah

Oh, is that yo' chick? Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips

Is that yo' chick? Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes

Is that yo' chick? Tell her to chill

Why y'all in his grill? Don't you know that man kill?

Raising him, keep praising him That's Bleek and them, freak

Don't get mad at me Don't love, I fuck 'em

Don't chase, I duck 'em Replace 'em

See, she keep callin' me B.I.G. And my name is Jay-Z

She was all on my dick Slowly taking over your shit

Coming over your shit Got feet upon your sofa, man

I need a hostess For my open hand

You comin' home to dishes And empty soda cans

Got your bitch in my Rover, man Never kiss her, hold her hand

In fact, I diss her I'm a bolder man

I'm-a pimp her It's over, man

When I twist her In a gold sedan

Like I'm Goldie, man You've been chosen, man

Jigga Man, iceberg With the frozen hands

Well, they resurrected Rosy, man

Is that yo' chick Why she all in his six?

With hand on his dick Keep licking her lips

Is that yo' chick? Why she all in his ride?

Hand on his thighs Looking in his eyes

Is that yo' chick? Better tell her to chill

Why you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill?

Is that yo' bitch, 'cause That's Bleek and them, freak

( crowd cheering )

JAY-Z: Let's slow it down for 'em. Come on.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. Wait, wait, wait.

Okay, let's slow it.

Let's slow it all the way down for 'em.

Let's slow it down.

Got Jigga and Twista Got 'em screaming

Like a demon Fiendin' for the semen

Chrome gleamin' Like the dome off Keenan

Gone while I'm leanin', smoking I'll whip it in the stomach

Yo' bitch on the passenger side Of me, flashing yo' money

Why you acting funny? You know she flirtin' when you working

Behind the curtain Knuckles jerking for certain

Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no fluid is left

When I party with J We gonna do it to death

You ruin your rep Trippin', we pimpin' heifers

Playa lectures got me shining Like a new Gator stepper

Must've been mad when yo' ho Put my stuff in the dash

Bust in her ass To climax I come up with a nab

Niggas rushing, coming 'Cause of status and props

Suckin', fuckin', lovin' it when I put that dick inside her

Oh, is that your bitch?

( cheering )

JAY-Z: Make some noise for Missy Elliot and Twista

one time tonight, y'all.

( airplane soaring )

( cars honking )

( slow, fun beat playing )

JAY-Z: Old school hip-hop,

they say that's when it was at its best.

Then they call it the golden years.

I know that's when I fell in love with it.

Since this album is gonna be autobiographical,

I had to go to one of the few people

that could recapture that feeling I had

when I was a kid.

I got so much troubles On my mind

Refuse to lose My nephews need new shoes

Plus they chew food like it's Goin' out of style, so blow

Take that, nigga, four-way rap I'm always strapped

Like my gears right here

Under the belt With one in the head, nigga

Nothin' to help By running with the Feds

Anybody killa for Anybody's shred up

Anybody out there Know any body real, though?

Any amount of hunger Make any nigga a dealer

That's why, in the hood They fill us

How I walk around with a gun 'Cause this is style

I'm walking around with one 'Cause I ain't trying To miss my child

Till my unborn son is grown I try to be around

Till then listen to the sound Blahhh

That's incredible.

JAY-Z: My man, thank you.

That's incredible.

You may have to rewrite the third verse after this

'cause you just took it...

The whole song just went like this.

( piano playing elegant melody )

JAY-Z: Rick ain't normal, I don't give a fuck.

I know all producers have their idiosyncrasies,

meaning, you know, quirks, weird shit.

But he's just strange by strange standards.

While we was downstairs doing hardcore rap records and shit,

upstairs he had a bunch of people having koala leaves

and doing some type of Tibetan-freedom concert planning.

( laughing )

When was the last time you seen a bison in a nigga's studio?

Next to the Johnny Cash reels. Yeah.

Yo, this nigga had a Grammy-- I told you?

Nuh-uh.

I was upstairs with the guy, and behind the shitter,

he had Grammy for Best Producer of a Country Album.

Who, him?

He's-- It's just chilling.

In the back somewhere.

Nigga did that L.L.,

Johnny Cash,

Beastie Boys.

Over 20 years into his career, dude ain't changed,

he got his own vibe.

You guys is late I had eight songs already.

I'm just playin'.

Hey, start this one. Don't-- Um, just pull back.

I'm gonna leave holes in this that I'm gonna come back and fill in.

Ah, huh, yes, I got 99 problems But a bitch ain't one

Hit me!

( "99 Problems" playing quietly )

99 problems But a bitch ain't one

The year is '94 And the trunk is raw

In my rearview mirror It's the motherfuckin' law

I got two choices, y'all Pull over the car or

Bounce on the devil Put the pedal to the floor

Now, I ain't tryin' to see No highway chase with Jake

Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case

So I pull over to the side Of the road, I heard

'Cause I'm young and I'm black And my hat is real low

Do I look like a mind reader, Sir? I don't know

Am I under arrest Or should I guess some mo'?

JAY-Z (over loudspeaker): I want to hear that. Yeah.

Yeah, cause I want to fill in-- I want to fill in it, yeah.

I'm thinking maybe we start a cappella with, um--

If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems But a bitch ain't one, hit me

Bawww. Right into the first verse.

So, I got the rap patrol-- Yeah that's-- that's funny.

You're back in the game, Rick. I guess so.

Yeah. Apparently so.

You know all these records I used to listen to?

These guys are the creators of it.

They're architects of what we do right now.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm just fortunate, man.

Alfie, you want to take this?

Yeah. You ready? Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Let's do it.

Just to see the way he writes, it's incr--

I've never seen anything like it.

See, he doesn't write anything down.

Yeah, he does it all--

Yeah, he just kind of sits there, listens to the track,

writes a verse, and then goes and does it.

Okay, let me do the "cop" over.

RICK: You're gonna hear your old voice.

Do you wanna hear the, uh--? Uh-uh.

You don't want to hear the effect?

Mm-mm.

( "99 Problems" playing )

Well, you was doin' 55 In the 54

License and registration Then step out of the car

You carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are

Gimme after "legit," after "legit."

Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or somethin'?

Somebody important Or somethin'?

Nah, I ain't pass the bar But I know a little bit

( Southern accent ): Aren't you sharp as a tack?

You some type of lawyer or-- Lawyer or something?

Lawyer or something?

JAY-Z ( on tape ): My glove compartment's locked

So is the trunk in the back

And I know my rights, so you Gonna need a warrant for that

Aren't you sharp as a tack?

You some type of lawyer Or somethin'?

Somebody important Or somethin'

Nah, I ain't pass the bar But I know a little bit

Enough that you won't Illegally search my shit

Well, we'll see how smart You are when the K-9 come

I got 99 problems But a bitch ain't one

It felt great.

JAY-Z: Beautiful.

Lookin' good, man.

Might be a real-- It might be something special.

Past y'all.

( indistinct dialogue )

Strong.

That shit is nice.

It's like Slick Rick style shit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So I wanted to take it on some, uh,

old-school storytelling shit.

Definitely, man.

I don't be tellin' too many stories now.

And they don't know about

my storytelling abilities out there.

Jay-Z, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Can I get the band back?

'Cause I wanna fuck with the ladies real quick.

( cheering )

( guitar playing gentle melody )

( cheering grows in volume )

You ready, B?

Let's go get 'em.

?UESTLOVE: One, two, three, four.

( Beyoncé's "Crazy In Love" playing )

You ready?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Oh, no-no Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, Oh, no-no Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, Oh, no-no Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, Oh, no-no

One, two, three, four!

JAY-Z: History in the making, Madison Square Garden.

It's crazy.

I look and stare so deep In your eyes Right.

I touch on you more and more Every time Uh-huh.

When you leave, I'm beggin' you Not to go Right.

Call your name two or three Times in a row Whoo!

Such a funny thing for me To try to explain Right.

How I'm feeling and my pride Is the one to blame Yeah.

Yeah, 'cause I know I don't understand

Just how you love You're doing, no one else can

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now

Your love's got me lookin' So crazy right now, in love

Got me lookin' So crazy right now, your touch

Got me lookin' So crazy right now, your touch

Got me hoping you'll page me Right now, your kiss

Got me hoping you'll save me Right now Here we go!

Looking so crazy in love Got me lookin'

Got me looking so crazy In love One more time.

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Oh, no-no JAY-Z: Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Oh no no Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Oh, no-no Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Oh, no-no Let's go.

When I talk to my friends So quietly

Who he think he is? Look at what you did to me

Tennis shoes, don't even need To buy a new dress

If you ain't there Ain't nobody else to impress

Sing.

What?

( crowd sings inaudibly )

I still don't understand

Just how the love you're doing No one else can

Got me lookin' So crazy right now

Your love's got me Lookin' so crazy right now

So crazy

Got me looking so Crazy right now Your love

Got me lookin' So crazy right now Hey!

Got me hopin' you'll Page me right now Hey!

Got me hopin' you'll Save me right now Hey!

Looking so crazy in love's Got me lookin'

Got me lookin' So crazy in love

I'm looking so crazy in Love's got me lookin'

Got me lookin' So crazy in love

Young Hov, y'all know When the flow is loco

Young B and the R-O-C, Uh-oh

O.G., B.I.G. homey The one and only

Stick bony, but the pocket Is fat like Tony

Soprano, the ROC handle Like Van Exel

I shake phonies, man You can't get next to

The genuine article I do not sing though

I sling though If anything I bling, yo

A star like Ringo War like a Green Beret

You crazy Bring ya whole set

Jay-Z in the range Crazy and deranged

They can't figure him out

They like, "Hey, is he insane?"

Yes, sir, I'm cut from A different cloth

My texture is The best fur of chinchilla

I've been dealing In chain smokers

How you think I got the name Hova?

I been realer The game over

Fall back, son, ever since The lady crossed over

To platinum, the game's Been a wrap, what?

Got me lookin' So crazy, my baby

I've been playin' myself Baby, I don't care

'Cause your love's Got the best of me

And baby you're makin' A fool of me

You got me sprung And I don't care who sees

Listen Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh!

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now Your love's

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now Lookin' crazy

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now Touch me

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now Oh, baby

Got me hoping you'll page me Right now Baby

So I need you to Save me right now Yeah!

Looking so crazy in love's Got me lookin' Hey!

Got me looking so crazy In love Whoa!

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now, your love's

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now, your love

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now, your touch

Got me lookin' so crazy Right now, your touch

Got me hopin' you'll page me Right now, your kiss

Got me hopin' you'll Save me right now.

Looking so crazy in love's Got me lookin'

Got me lookin' So crazy in love

I'm lookin' so crazy in Love's got me lookin'

Got me lookin' So crazy in love

( crowd cheering )

( Beyoncé's "Baby Boy" playing )

SEAN PAUL ( over speakers ): Certified quality A dat da girl dem need

And dem not stop cry Without apology

Buck dem da right way Dat my policy

Sean Paul alongside Beyoncé

Baby boy, you stay on my mind Fulfill my fantasies

SEAN PAUL: Come on, girl Tell me how you feel

Your night is young.

Right, baby. WOMAN: See you later, baby.

No doubt, no doubt. All right, all right.

MAN: On your way to the stage?

Yeah, I'm gonna go to the stage. I'm gonna wait for home girl.

She got, like, three songs.

So she gonna let me come in on the third song.

You know, I'm just gonna do my part

and get off the stage, and, I guess,

go back to the joint, go take a shit,

go to sleep, you know what I mean?

SEAN PAUL: Top, top girl

Me and you together is a Wrap dat girl

Drive around da town In your drop top, girl

You no stop shop, girl

Little more da dirty We'll rock dat world

Top, top girl

Me and you together is a Wrap dat girl

Drive around da town In your drop top, girl

You no stop shop, girl

We'll break it down for y'all. Come down, selector.

Whoo!

( song ends, crowd cheers )

Whoo! MAN: 'Bout ready to go on up.

( Beyoncé speaks indistinctly )

Okay? Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

( inaudible talking )

I'll pin him right now.

Oh, God. Oh, God, baby.

Yeah, baby.

Don't trip off the stage.

Let me check, Ghost. Let me see your mike.

You are My best friend

Yeah

I got something special for y'all.

Yo, yo, yo

I used to sit back and analyze On how we first met

A year ago On the barbershop steps

You and your friend Walked past me

I called you back like

"Come here, sexy. Have a word With you. Yeah, please?"

Congratulations on Bein' my gift

God wrapped you up tight And he observed my wish

I'm not a psychic, it's just That I'm in tune with such

I swear the vibes got heavy When she got real close

Your whole demeanor Caused me to axe questions

And stare at you strangely "Have I found my baby?"

If so then tell me now Looks like you was

About to say somethin' You just broke a smile

Gave me the number and I said I down

A year later We're on block like bow

Tell me something, is it me Or are we up to something?

Love is love You're my friend and my woman

It was the summertime Uh-huh, yeah

We fell in love it was...

The summertime

When heaven shined On us it was...

Summertime

Baby, there ain't nothin' Like the...

BOTH: Summertime

Give it up for Ghostface, y'all!

Beyoncé! Give it up y'all.

'Cause it feels so good

The Garden. That's right. It's the summertime

No doubt, Jay-Z. Everything's all right

Show me, B. In the summertime

B, I like that. 'Cause it feels so good

I can keep hearin' this joint over and over and over and over.

Summertime No doubt.

Beyoncé. Y'all, give it up!

No doubt.

Jigga Man.

The band.

Number one. JAY-Z: Goddamn!

Make some noise out there!

( cheering )

( piano playing mysterious melody )

JAY-Z: Every now and again, I step outside of myself,

and I just look at my life objectively.

Sometimes I find myself saying, "Who is that dude right there?"

Like, if you'd have told me 20 years ago

that my life would be like this,

I'm not sure I would have believed you.

Q-TIP: But I think, when we was growing up,

it was an iller time than it was now.

Oh, absolutely. It was way more dangerous,

way more-- MEMPHIS BLEEK: Outback.

No, I'm cool. Outback, you want some?

I'm going to Outback. JAY-Z: I'm good, I'm good.

Q-TIP: Oh, no. I'm good, thank you.

You know it used to be worse than this, right?

Yeah, it was like a lot of drugs in the street.

It used to be way-- You-- Come on.

You used to be worse than this. Yeah.

Right, that's what it takes

for people to keep talking out and speaking out.

You're not that type of rapper.

I-I still not.

For those two-- For two lines out of a 60-minute tape,

for 30 seconds I felt like saying something--

To speak on-- About what's going on in the 'hood.

Should I not do that?

Should I ignore those feelings?

You know how we grew up, in the '80s, in this shit.

You know what I mean?

So the shit you talking is real,

and I feel like a lot of the cats who maybe emulate you,

or the pictures that you present, force that shit.

And it feels forced. 'Cause it ain't happening.

What about this guy?

Who? Him.

CALLICO: Him, what? What about him?

JAY-Z: He rap about shootin', killin' people.

Yeah, that's true. What you think--?

MAN: Say that shit to him. What you think about that?

I don't know, that's all right.

That's cool? If that's what people want to hear.

They gonna to buy it, they wanna hear it, they buy it.

Like, truthfully, it's wack'd, like--

I been feeling that way too.

Like, I don't be wantin' to do that. Well, I seen--

It seems like sometimes that's all niggas want to hear.

You get fed up. Like, you got to take the long route,

like, that shit is aggravating.

Why would you write a rhyme that that you don't want to write?

Naw, that's what I'm saying, I'm still trying to find myself to this day, Guru.

That shit ain't hard, be the fuck you.

I know but I'm saying like,

to where to put it out to the people, man.

That shit is aggravating. Man, be you, man.

'Cause them niggas, you-- Like, I--

JAY-Z: Yo, you see how rappers are now?

Yo, turn the camera to me.

See what the public, see what y'all did to rappers?

They scared to be they self.

You know what I'm saying?

Like, nigga's don't think that people are gonna accept them as they self.

All the teachers couldn't teach And my mamma couldn't beat me

Hard enough to match the pain Of my pop not seeing me

So with that disdain In my membrane

Got on my pimp game Fuck the world My defense came

Ahhh

Go back.

Ty, turn around.

( woman laughing ) TY-TY: Hey.

WOMAN: Hi, Ty-Ty. TY-TY: Happy birthday.

Thank you.

How are you?

Hey. Good. We gonna party tonight.

JAY-Z: I'll call you back, I'm in the booth.

Starting from the top.

( "December 4th" playing )

Ma, at the top of here I want you to tell that story about the, uh--

you know, "I knew he was gonna be special because..." Uh...

You know that story you told me before?

You listening to me?

Yes.

Shake your head.

That's what people don't understand about me.

It ain't that I can make so many albums and just keep going.

Now, how the fuck you do that? Because it's me, it's really me.

Like, I'm just talking what I go through.

Whatever it is, and be it good--

I might say the worst shit in the world, but it's me.

But then you saying shit that make people in the hood do crime.

If you gonna go-- You gonna do it 'cause you wanna do it.

But then you don't help them.

Like, you saying that you sold drugs and you got a gun.

Did this, did that.

My rhymes are not, "Yo, nigga, I'm-- It's all good."

Yeah. You know what I'm saying?

More so now.

You tell them the downfall of whatever good...

Yeah, yeah. The evil, yeah. ...with the bad side of it.

There's heaven and then there's hell, niggas.

One day you cruisin' in the 7,

the next day your alibis ain't matchin' up.

Bullshit catching up

You hit with the Ricco They repo that vehicle

Shit was all good Just a week ago

About to start snitching Ain't you?

Ready to start bitching, Ain't you?

I forgive you I forgive you

Hustling just Ain't you

Aside from the fast cars

Honeys that shake They ass in bars

You know you wouldn't Be involved

With the underworld dealers Carriers or mac-millie

East Coast body Is West Coast caterpillars

Little monkey niggas Turned guerrillas

These are my rhymes, B. Mm-hmm.

This is my first album.

( soft, graceful melody playing )

How many people in this building been day-one Roc-A-Fella fans?

How many people in this building got Reasonable Doubt?

How many people know "Dead Presidents"?

This right here is only for my day-one fans.

I'm-a take y'all back.

Lemme get "Dead Presidents."

( cheering )

( "Dead Presidents II" playing )

Represent me

I'm out for presidents To represent me

I'm out for... That's right.

CROWD: Presidents to represent me

I'm out for dead fuckin' Presidents to represent me

Who wanna bet us that We don't touch leathers

Stack cheddars forever, live Treacherous all the et ceteras

To the death of us Me and my confidants, we shine

You feel the ambiance Y'all niggas just rhyme

By the ounce Dough accumulates like snow

We don't just shine We illuminate the whole show

You feel me? Factions from the other side Would love to kill me

Spill three quarts of my blood Into the street Let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga Lovin' his life

In all possible ways, know The Feds is buggin' my life

Hospital days reflectin' When my man laid up

On the Uptown high block He got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin' This is a minor setback

Yo, still in all we livin' Just dream about the get back

That made him smile though His eyes said, "Pray for me"

I'll do you one better and Slay these niggas faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to Digest, it's a slow process

And I ain't got nothin' but time I had near brushes

Not to mention Three shots close range

Never touched me Divine intervention

Can't stop I from drinkin'...

CROWD: Mai-Tais, with ta-ta Down in Nevada

Ha-ha, Poppa, word life

I dabbled in crazy weight Without rap

I was crazy straight

Nigga, I'm still spendin' money From '88, what?

( "Where I'm From" playing )

Brooklyn, make some noise!

How real is this?

How real is this?

Uh-huh G-g-g'yeah

I see you.

You and your man's hung In every verse in your rhyme

Where the grams are slung Niggas vanish every summer

Where the blue vans would come

We'd throw the work In the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds And skate off the set

To achieve this goal quicker Sold all my weight wet

Faced with immeasurable odds Still I gave straight bets

So I felt some more something And you nothing, check

I'm from the other side where Other guys don't walk too much

And girls from the projects Wouldn't fuck us

Said we talked too much

So they ran up in concerts and Sought those dudes to trust

I don't know What the fuck they thought

Them niggas is foul Just like us

I'm from where the beef Is inevitable

Summertime's unforgettable

Boosters in abundance Buy half-price sweaters new

You word was everything so Everything you said you'd do

You did it, couldn't talk about It if you ain't lived it

I'm from where niggas Pull your car

Then argue all day About who's the best MC

Biggie, Jay-Z or... CROWD: Nas

No.

( crowd cheering )

Because ain't no party Like a BK party

'Cause a BK party Don't suck

Ain't no party Like a BK party

'Cause a BK party don't... CROWD: Suck

Ain't no party Like a BK party

'Cause a BK party don't... Suck

And ain't no nigga Like your boy Jay-Z

Because ain't no nigga 'Bout to drop

( "Ain't No Nigga" playing )

I keep it fresher Than the next bitch

For you to ever Sweat the next bitch

I make the best bitch See an exit

Oh, shit!

You get the keys To the Lexus

CROWD: With no driver

Got your own 2003 shit The ride

Keep your ass Tighter than Versace

That's why you gotta Watch your friends

You gotta watch me They conniving

Shit, the first chance to crack The bank, they try me

All they get is 50-cent franks and papayas

From the village To the telly

Time to kill it On your belly, no question

Have more black chicks Between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon So when I shoot

Meet your death In less than eight seconds

Still pounding in my afterlife Laughin', my shit is tight

Let me hear y'all

WOMAN: Ain't no woman Like the one I got

No one can fuck you better Say what?

Keeps me happy And he gives me a lot

Keeps you in diamonds And leathers That's right

Friends they tell me I should Leave you alone Ha-ha

Ha-ha

CROWD: Tell the freaks To find a man of they own

A man of they own A man of they own

Fresh to def in Moschino Coach bag

Lookin' half-black and Filipino Fakin' no jacks

Got you a beeper To feel important

Surroundin' your feet in Joan & David's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove But love

You know these ho's be Makin' me weak

Y'all know how it goes, B CROWD: And so I creep

I was sinnin' since you were Playing with Barbie and Ken in

You can't change a player's Game in the 9th innin'

The chrome rim spinnin' Keeps 'em grinnin'

So I run Way the fuck up in 'em

And wrinkle they face Like linen

I play harder Till they say God

He's keepin' it real Jigga stay hard

Lord, don't even trip Shit, I never slip

Nigga, get a grip, what you Don't see is what you get

Weapon concealed What the fuck y'all feel

When you niggas play sick We can all get ill

WOMAN: Ain't no nigga Like the one I got

No one can fuck you better JAY- Z: That's right

Keeps me happy and he gives me A lot I like that.

Keeps me in diamonds And leather

Friends'll tell me I should leave him alone

CROWD: Ha-ha, ha-ha

Tell the freaks to find A man of they own

A man of they own A man of they own

Ain't no stopping this No lie

Promise to stay monogamous I try

Love, you know these ho's Be makin' me weak

Y'all know how it goes, B Yeah, yeah, what up, boo?

Just keep me laced In the iller snakes

Bankrolls and shit Back rubs in the French tubs

Makin' this bitch, wifee nigga So when you flip that coke

JAY-Z: Uh-huh But now I'm stylin'

And I raised you basically Made you into a don

Took her in her rump

And you know my pussy Is all that All that

That why I get baguettes Five carats and all that

From Dolce & Gabbana To H

I see you Who the playa?

I still keep 'em In the illest gaiters

Tailor-made, lay up In the shade reminiscin'

How I fuck the best and shit

Come on, ain't no nigga Like the one I got

CROWD: No one can fuck you better

Sleeps around but he gives me A lot That's right.

CROWD: Keeps you in Diamonds and leather

Friends they tell me I should leave him alone.

CROWD: Ha-ha, ha-ha. JAY-Z: Ha-ha.

Ha!

Tell the freaks to find A man of they own

( crowd cheering )

FOXY ( laughs ): Brooklyn!

I love you, baby.

Hi, Jay-Z. Yeah!

Jigga!

Standing out in the cold and shit.

What? Promotin' yo' shit.

You know what I'm saying.

I want to get paid. Holla.

KANYE: Well, when I did the Twist song,

I was making that shit like it was a sitcom itself.

Or like it a piece of a movie or something.

Tape this nigga, man.

You taping him?

Yeah?

Naw , it's like a--

If The Black Album was, like, The Black Movie or something.

So the song-- Soundtracks are like scores.

So scenes is goin' on in the movie.

( hard, funky beat playing )

MAN: That's good.

Dog!

The Black Album, yeah

Whoo!

( fun, rough beat playing )

JAY-Z: One of the joys for me in the music business

is watching a new artist develop into they own.

I mean that should just bring me joy,

like, to see a artist coming from nothing ,

and then, you know, they're known.

He has a name. That's Kanye West.

That's Kanye West, and he's signing autograph.

I love that shit.

And right now, this nigga, he's just delivering it.

And the passion he gots for his music

I don't think it's gonna stop.

Kanye, can't lie to me.

Kanye came and motherfuckin' did his job, didn't he?

Did he not? Goddamn.

KANYE: This record ain't a record.

It's a movie and shit.

Like a scene from a movie.

Let's see.

Yeah, like the faces of a classic album.

( Jay-Z's "Lucifer" playing )

This joint right here, yo, I'll take it, and--

This is the verse I want you to do for me.

Said I'm-a stop smoking Tonight, uh

The next mornin' That nigga sill high, uh

Said I would stop cheatin' On my wife, uh

I was a fucking a bitch The same night, uh

I swear that I was going to let That nigga slide, uh

That night That nigga died, uh

WOMAN ( on tape ): Lucifer, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

See, the murder capitol where they murder for capital

Lucifer, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

The hook with it is money!

Lucifer, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

I'm gonna chase you Out of the Earth

Oh, yes, yes, this is holy war I Wet y'all with the holy water

Sprayed from the Hechler & Kotch automatic

All static Shall I cease to exist?

Like a sabbatical when I throw A couple at you, take six

The more you talk The more you hurt

Because the more you gone Deeper, more you search

This is The Black Album Second verse

It's like devil's pie Chasing dessert

Lucifer, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

I'm gonna chase you Out of the Earth

Lucifer, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

JAY-Z: Oh, oh, yes

Spread love to all Of my dead thugs

I'll pour out a little Louie Till I head above

And when I perish, the meek Shall inherit the Earth

Till that time It's all in poppin' church

That's my word, I never read the Bible in my life.

I don't even know how I know that.

WOMAN: Lucifer, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

Oh, my God, leave that. ( restarts "Lucifer" )

WOMAN: Yeah, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

I'm gonna chase you Out of Earth

Lucifer, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

Lucifer, Lucifer Dawn of de morning

JAY-Z: Kanyeezee, you did it again You a genius, nigga

( cheering )

( Jay-Z's "Can't Knock the Hustle" playing )

We about to witness some historic shit.

On my first album, I was blessed

and had a queen of...

hip-hop and R&B.

Oh!

Miss Mary J. Blige!

You ready to go get 'em, Mary?

I'm ready.

I'm always ready, Jay. Come on.

I'm makin short-term goals When the weather folds

Just put away the leathers And put ice on the gold

Chilly with enough bail money To free a Big Willy

High stakes I got more At stake than Philly

Shoppin' sprees Coppin' three

Deuce fever ISs fully loaded, ah-ha, yes

Bouncin' in the Lex Luger Tires smoke like Buddha

50 Gs to the crap shooter Niggas can't fade me

Chrome socks beamin' Through my peripheral I see ya schemin'

Stop dreamin' I leave ya body steamin'

Niggas is fiendin' What's the meanin'?

I'm leanin' on Any nigga intervenin'

With the sound of my money Machine-in'

My cup runneth over With hundreds

I'm one of the best niggas That done it

Six digits and runnin' Y'all niggas don't want it

I got the godfather flow The Don Juan DeMarco

Mary! Uh

Takin' out this time

To give you A piece of my mind

Can't knock the hustle

Who do you think you are?

Jay-Z, baby

Baby, one day you'll be a star

That scene out of state Where I drop my slang

I'm deep in the South Kickin' up top game

Bouncin' on the highway Switchin' four lanes

Screamin' through the sunroof "Money ain't a thang"

Your worst fear confirmed

Me and my fam roll tight Like the Firm

Gettin' down for life That's right

You better learn Why play with fire? You burn

We get together like a choir To acquire what we desire

We do dirt like worms Produce Gs like sperm

Till legs spread like germs

I got extensive ho's With expensive clothes

And I sip fine wine Then spit, fit and flow

BOTH: But y'all know

Ooh, yeah

'Cause you can't Knock the hustle

But I sure been lately I'm the one whose crazy

JAY-Z: That's right

'Cause that's the way Ya makin' me feel

You can't knock The hustle

I'm just tryin to get mine I don't have the time

To knock the hustle for real

Y'all niggas lunchin' Punchin' a clock

My function is to make much 'n' Lay back munchin'

Sippin' Remy on the rocks My crew, somethin' to watch

Nothin' to stop Unstoppable scheme on the ice

I gotta hide your crew

I gotta let you niggas know The time like Movado

My motto Stack rocks like Colorado

Waddle off the champagne Cristal by the bottle

It's a damn shame But you not, though

Me, slick like a gato Your boy Jay-Z

My pops knew exactly what he did When he made me

Tried to get a nut And he got a nut and what?

Straight bananas Can a nigga see me?

Got the U.S. Open Advantage: Jigga

Serve like Sampras Play fake rappers Like a campus

Le Tigre, pal, you're too eager You ain't havin' it

CROWD: No! Me either

Let's get together and make this Whole world believers

At my arraignment, screamin'

All us blacks got Is sports and entertainment

Until we even, thievin' As long as I'm breathin'

Can't knock the way A nigga eatin'

Watch Mary, y'all. Come on, girls!

Uh

Takin' out this time

That's right, that's right.

MARY: To give you a piece of my mind

JAY-Z: 'Cause can't knock The hustle

Who do you think you are?

Jay-Z, baby

Nigga, one day You'll be a star

Take 'em to church!

But I'm feeling lately I'm the one whose crazy

I said take 'em to church!

'Cause that's the way Ya makin' me feel

I'm just tryin' To get my idle hand up high

To knock the hustle for real

( cheering )

MARY: Ooh!

Thank you.

Hit the road Pack it up

All the ladies put your hands up. We goin' side to side with this one.

Hit the road Pack it up

It's so fuckin' soulful!

Sounds like a love song

It's so soulful Sounds like a love song

Ooooh

Ooooh

Ooooh

I can't see it Coming down my eyes

So I gotta make The song cry

Oh, yeah, I see 'em Coming down your eyes Yeah

Oooh Gotta make The song cry

I know you love me Like cooked food

Even though a nigga gotta move Like a crook move

We was together on the block Since free lunch

We should've been together Havin' Four Seasons' brunch

We used to use umbrellas To face the bad weather

But now we travel first class And change the forecast

Never in bunches

Just me and you I loved your point of view

Because you held no punches

Still I left you For months on end

It's been months Since I checked back in

We're somewhere In a small town

You know, lockin' a mall down

Wood grain, four and change Armor-All'd down

I can understand Why you want a divorce now

Whoa But I can't let you know it

Pride won't let me show it Pretend to be heroic

That's just one to grow with

But deep inside A nigga's so sick

Oh, shit, can't see 'em Comin' down my eyes Ooooh

They gotta-- Ooooh

I need your hands up!

MARY: Ooooh

JAY-Z: 'Cause I gotta Let the song cry

Oh, yeah, I see 'em Comin' down your eyes

Aaaaaah But I gotta make the song cry

Oh, yeah, I see 'em Comin' down your eyes

Yeaaaaah, ooooh

On repeat, the CD of B.I.G.'s "Me and My Chick"

Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde Pretendin' to be that shit

Empty gun in your hand, sayin, "Lemme see that clip"

Shoppin' spree Pull out your Visa, quick

A nigga had very bad credit You helped me leash that whip

You helped me get the keys To that V-dot-6

We were so happy poor But when we got rich

That's when our signals got Crossed, and we got flipped

Or rather mine

I don't know what made me Leave that shit

Made me speed that quick Let me see, that's it

It was the cheese helped Them bitches get amnesia quick

I used to cut up they buddies Now they sayin' they love me

Used to tell they friends I was Ugly and wouldn't touch me

Then I showed up In that dubbed-out buggy

Oh, then they got fuzzy And they don't remember that

But I don't remember you Or you or you

Aaaaah I can't see it Comin' down my eyes

Hands back and forth! Ooooh

Ooooh I can't see it Comin' down my eyes

So I've gotta let the song cry

Oh, yeah, I see 'em Comin' down your eyes

But I gotta let the song cry

I can't see it Comin' down my eyes

So I've gotta let The song cry Oooh

Face of stone, shocked on The other end of the phone

Word back home is that you got A special friend

Ooooh So what was Oh-so-special then?

You have givin' away Without gettin' at me

But that's your fault, how many Times you forgiven me?

How was I to know that You was plain sick of me

Oooh I know the way A nigga living was wack

She'll get a nigga Back like that

Shit, I'm a man with pride You don't do shit like that

You don't just pick up and leave And leave me sick like that

You don't throw away What we had, just like that

I was just fuckin' them girls I was gonna get right back

Oooh They say you can't turn A bad girl good

Once a good girl's gone bad She's gone forever

Why? I'll mourn forever

Shit, I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong

However, I can't see 'em Comin' down my eyes

But I gotta Let the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' Down my eyes

But I gotta let The song cry Wooo

Oh, yeah, I see 'em Comin' down my eyes

But I gotta Let the song cry

I can't see 'em Comin' down your eyes

But I gotta Let this song cry

Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh

I fucked up, girl Oooh

Goddamn. Oooh

Well, goddamn.

Can I get my L.L. on here?

Let me get my L.L. a minute.

Can I get my L on--

L.L. on here.

Can I do that for them, Mary?

No doubt.

When I'm alone In my room

Pretend to stare At the wall

And at the back of my mind I hear my conscience call

Telling me I need a girl Who's as sweet as a dove

Well, fuck that My name Hove, man

You know I'm a thug

So if you drunk off love I suggest you get over it

Cry me a river, build a bridge And get over it

They love it When I'm hard on ho's

They said a G Don't give a bitch No keys or security codes

I agree my lady ain't no bitch She gets whatever I own

So when you see her Understand that's me, nigga

Understand I'm the same O.G., nigga

I know the difference between A bitch and a bee, nigga

Ooh

Ooh, everybody

Take 'em to church.

Everybody, y'all better give it Up for Jay-Z right now, y'all

He knows how to treat a woman

Ohhhh-ahhhh-ehhhh

Ahhhhhhhhhh

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo

Whooo

( cheering )

MAN: Rick gave you in the whole nines.

Yeah, this is legendary.

I had the power of Rick on when I was up on there.

You see what I'm saying?

That was cool.

That's love right there. All of that.

Now, can I go check and see in the mirror.

MAN: Thank you, man.

What room is this?

Thanks, man. Thanks, baby.

No question. It's all right.

Got a mirror he can check himself out at?

It's all good. Yeah. Um...

A mirror.

MAN 2: A mirror?

Okay. Yeah. I understand. Where the room at?

Whose room is this?

( cheering )

R. KELLY: Welcome to the best Of both worlds

( cheering intensifies )

( R. Kelly & Jay-Z's "Best of Both Worlds" playing )

R. KELLY: Whoo!

Oh, oh, oh

Welcome to the best Of both worlds

JAY-Z: I pull up with The big boy truck

Nigga big boy drop

We be the only big boys That the big boys watch

Go get 'em, Kel The best of both worlds

Ohhh!

The combination of Pappy Mason And Larry Davis

Martin and Malcolm, this is Bigger than the album, Kel

The best of both worlds Ohhh!

I got a million on that boy Singin' whatever on the flow

Y'all got cheddar to blow Whatever, let a nigga know Kel!

The best of both worlds Ohhh!

JAY-Z: It's not even close, Just leave it alone

I'm Michael Jordan I play for the team I own Kel!

The best of both worlds Ohhh!

Young H, yo, Feared in 50 states

Young Kel, nigga The best of both worlds, holla

The best of both worlds Ohhh!

You can't possibly Think you're gonna stop me

This is prophecy plus I feel Like the nigga B.I.G. Watching me

The best of both worlds

Stop playin' With these niggas, Kel

Go get 'em

This is for my niggas Down bottom

And them hustlers on 22s

Single-parent mothers in The hood is who I'm talkin' to

Talk with you Uh-huh, yeah

And for the ones Who put you down

And said You wouldn't make it

But you still held your ground And came up out the basement

In the memory of those That we lost, it's dedicated

We miss y'all Uh-huh, yeah-hah

( R. Kelly & Jay-Z's "Take You Home With Me" playing )

Whoo!

New York, get your hands up!

Girl, you know You got a body-adi-adi

Where you get Your little body-adi-adi?

I just wanna Freak your body-adi-adi

I just want to Take you home with me

Girl, you know You got a body-adi-adi

Where you get Your little body-adi-adi?

Girl, I like Your little body-adi-adi

I just wanna Take you home with me

JAY-Z: She get it from her momma

You can't tie a sweater Over that ass

It hotter than pajamas

We lay back, blowin' ganja

DVD, she make it hard To watch a flat TV

Whoa

I crept up behind her

Mommy threw it Like a quarterback

I caught that like Rice I call mommy Montana

Bandana, tied her hands up This is gangsta love

Threw on a rap CD We gangsta-fucked

This ain't R&B smooth I ain't a R&B dude

Poured a glass of Army Got mommy in the mood

Then she stripped for me Like the Moulin Rouge

I think I might wife her

You know... CROWD: Powder-blue Rocawear suit

White Nike her

I add Mommy to the cipher

R-O-C for life 'Cause the game, motherfucker

Girl, you know You got a body-adi-adi

Where did you get Your little body-adi-adi?

I just want to Freak your body-adi-adi

I just want to Take you home with me Kel

Girl, you know you got a body-adi-adi Uh-huh

Where you get Your little body-adi-adi

Girl, I wanna Freak your body-adi-adi

I just want to Take you home with me

( cheering )

PHARRELL: But I figured out what you're doing.

Your ca-- Your career right now,

this is the end of Carlito's Way.

And you just tryin' to get one more last job in before you get out.

But I'm tryin' to tell you that I have the song.

I have the beat that describes that moment accurately.

And if you don't believe me, your man Guru is here.

What's your name? What's your name, man?

T. Your man T is here. And hip-hop is here.

And niggas' faces is scrunched up.

I'm telling you right now, Guru heard it and said...

Didn't you say he gonna do his--?

He gonna do the whole song tonight, right? Yeah.

He said you gonna do the whole song tonight.

"Goodbye."

( "Goodbye" playing )

You know, just like...

( yells indistinctly )

There's no way in the world, I'm not getting my movie shelved

on the last-- On the last album. The last album?

I never got a chance to do Dead Presidents

or The World is Yours.

So I gotta get my story shit on.

Whoo!

But it's something about major-seventh chords.

I think they were minor-seventh chords in "Dead Presidents."

And he just-- The way that nigga blacked out on it

is just, kind of like... second to none.

So I'm dying to see what, when he comes to the studio...

what's gonna be the first thing that happens?

Yo, so... you remember in Carlito's Way at the end,

when the nigga was just trying to get out of the game.

And, uh... He's on the train.

And he's getting on a train.

( inaudible dialogue )

You remember it, right?

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

"Wait, man."

That's it. That's the speech.

That's the speech 'cause...

( laughter ) ...that's what happened.

Okay. All right.

( "Goodbye" playing )

JAY-Z: Sometimes you work with people because they legends.

Other times, they just hot.

Sometimes you work with people

because there's a synergy there.

We all work with a lot of different people in this business.

But there's those special combination

that you know just brings out the best in you.

PHARRELL & JAY-Z: Ho!

JAY-Z: Uh-huh

Ho!

Uh-huh

Uh, unstoppable

I'm a hustler, baby That's right

I just want you to know A little louder

It ain't where I been That's right

But where I'm 'bout to go Whoo

Now I just wanna love you You know I love y'all

But be who I am I know you love me

And with all this cash Mo' money, mo' problems

You'll forget your man Bee-atch

You gotta give it to me You've gotta gimme that funk

MAN ( over speakers ): That sweet, that nasty That gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk That sweet Ho!

That nasty That gushy stuff

When the Remy's In the system

Ain't no tellin'

Will I fuck 'em? Will I diss 'em?

That's what They be yellin'

I'm a pimp by blood Not relation

Y'all be chasin' I'll replace them Ho!

Drunk off Cris' Mommy on E

CROWD: Can't keep her little Model hands off me

Both in the club, high Singing off-key

And I... Wish I never Met her at all

It gets better Ordered another round

CROWD: It's...about...to go...down

Got six model chicks Six bottles of Cris'

Four Belvederes Got weed everywhere

What do you say, me, you And your Chloe glasses?

We go somewhere private Where we can discuss fashion

Like, Prada blouse Gucci bra Say what?

Filth-marked jeans Take that off

Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet

That nasty That gushy stuff

Don't bullshit me C'mon

Gimme that funk, that sweet That nasty, that gushy stuff

You've gotta Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet That nasty, that gushy stuff

BOTH: But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk That sweet

That nasty That gushy stuff

I told her, save the narrative You savin' it for marriage

Let's keep it real, ma, you Savin' it for carats What?

You wanna see how far I'm-a go

How much I'm-a spend But you already know

PHARRELL: Zip CROWD: Zero

Stingy with dinero PHARRELL: Ho

Might buy you Cris' CROWD: But that about it

Might light your wrist But that about it

Ma, I might wife you And buy you nice whips

Ma, but you really gotta Ride nice dick Yup

Know how to work your hips And your head's priceless

Profess you love the Hov And I'll never let you down

Get you bling like The Neptune sound

( beeps )

( "Encore" playing )

Make some noise for Pharrell one time!

Can I get a encore? Do you want more?

Cook it raw With the Brooklyn boy

'Cept for one last time I need y'all to roar

( cheering )

CHORUS ( over speakers ): What the hell are you Waiting for?

After me There should be no more

So for one last time Make 'em make some noise

Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that

The rest of y'all know Where I'm lyrically at

Can't none of y'all Mirror me back?

Yeah, hearin' me rap is like Hearing G Rap in his prime

I'm young H.O. Rap's Grateful Dead

Back to take over the globe Break bread

I'm in Boeing jets Global Express

Out the country but The Blueberry still connect

On the low but the yacht got A triple deck

When you're young What the fuck you expect?

Yup, yup Grand opening, grand closing

Goddamn your man Hov Cracked the can open again

Who you going to find Doper than him with no pen

Just draw off the inspiration

Soon you goin' see You can't replace him

With cheap imitation For deez generation

Can I get an encore? Do you want more?

Cookin' raw With the Brooklyn boy

'Cept for one last time I need y'all to roar

What the hell Are you waiting for?

Look what you made me do Look what I made for you

Knew if I paid my dues How will they pay you?

When you first come in the game They try play you

Then you drop a couple of hits Look how they wave to you

From Marcy to Madison Square

The only thing that matters In just a matter of years

As fate would have it Jay's status appears

Be at an all-time high Perfect time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan Wearin' the 4-5

It ain't to play games Wit' you

It's to aim at you Probably maim you

If I owe you I blowin' you to smithereens

Cocksucker, take one For your team

I need you To remember one thing

I came, I saw, I conquered

Record sales Sold-out concerts

So motherfucker If you want encore

I need you to scream Until your lungs get sore

MAN ( over speakers ): Ow! It's star time

This man is made

He's killing all Y'all jive turkeys

Do y'all want more of the Jigga Man?

Well, if you all want more of the Jigga Man

Then I need y'all to help me Bring him back to the stage

Say "Hova" Come on, say it

Hova, Hova Are y'all out there?

CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova! CHORUS: Are y'all listening?

C'mon louder CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about

They love you, Jigga CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

CHORUS: They love you, Jigga CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova!

Like, you left the stage on a rap.

What rap was that--?

You leave the stage and do some, like, sexual chocolate.

Yeah, yeah. Drop the mic and shit.

( laughter )

Hova! I was there on your mark.

And when the beat comes back in,

you just come back on the stage and the crowd just blow up.

Like sound effects goin': Ahhhh!

MAN: Yeah, c'mon louder CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about

They love you, Jigga CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

CHORUS: They love you, Jigga CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

JAY-Z: What? What? CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

JAY-Z: I gotta leave, yo. ( music stops )

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

Say what?!

( cheering )

Make some noise!

I don't wanna party with y'all. I want to vibe with y'all.

Can I vibe with y'all?

Let's go, Jus.

( Jay-Z's "December 4th" playing )

JAY-Z'S MOM ( over loudspeaker): Shawn Carter was born December 4th

Can I vibe with y'all?

Weighing in at 10 pounds, 8 ounces

That wasn't strong enough.

JAY-Z: You get one night like this in your whole lifetime.

Can I vibe with y'all over here?

And although I spend my whole life chasing this one night...

Can I vibe with y'all?

I can't say I'm sad to see it go.

I'm actually happy that it happened at all.

I feel fortunate.

They say they never really miss You till you dead or you gone

So on that note I'm leaving after this song

So you ain't got to Feel no way about Jay

But at least let me tell you Why I'm this way, hold on

I was conceived by Gloria Carter And Adaness Reeves

Who made love Under the sycamore tree

Which makes me a more sicker MC My momma would claim

At 10 pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain

Although through the years I gave her her fair share

I gave her first real scare

I made it from birth But I got here

She knows my purpose Wasn't perfect I ain't perfect, I care

But I felt worthless 'Cause my shirts Wasn't matching my gear

Nothing scratchin' the surface 'Cause what's buried Under there

Was a kid torn apart Once his pop disappeared

I went to school got good grades Could behave when I wanted

But I had demons deep inside That would raise When confronted, hold on

JAY-Z'S MOM ( over loudspeaker): Shawn was a very shy child growing up

He was into sports Can I vibe with y'all now?

JAY-Z: Anything I do is, like, inspired by life.

So of course its inspired by the people that's closest to me.

Y'all inspired me.

Couldn't be where I'm at without y'all.

I love all y'all.

( cheers )

Now all the teachers Couldn't teach me

And my mamma couldn't beat me

Hard enough to mask the pain Of my pop not seein' me

So with that disdain In my membrane Got on my pimp game

Fuck the world

My defense came

Then the Haven Introduced me to the game

Spanish Jose Introduced me to 'caine

Oh, I'm a hustler now

My gear is in And I'm in the in crowd

And all the wavy light-skinned Girls is loving me now

My self esteem went through The roof, man, I got my swag

Got a Volvo from this girl When her man got bagged

Plus I hit my mamma with cash From a show that I had

Supposedly knowing Nobody pays Jaz wack-ass

I'm getting ahead of myself By the way I could rap

That come second to me Moving this crack

Gimme a second I swear I would Say about my rap career

Till '96 came Niggas, I'm here

Goodbye

TY-TY: Way back in the days, when Jay first started rappin',

I'd take him to certain places in the hood,

he'd battle niggas and destroy them.

And I used to be the only one that could hear that rhymes that he said.

Now, the whole world gets a chance to hear it.

We all in this room hear it, and that's it.

There's a grand opening 'n' grand closing.

( people cheer )

JAY-Z'S MOM ( over loudspeaker): I keep him close to me and out of trouble

Goodbye to the game all the Spoils, the adrenaline rush

Your blood boils you on a spot Knowing cops could rush

If you in a drop You so easy to touch

No two days are alike Except the 1st and 15th Pretty much

And "trust" is a word You seldom hear from us

Hustlers, we don't sleep We rest one eye up

And the drought can define a man When the well dries up

You learn to work the water Without working thirst Till you die, yup

And niggas Gettin' tied up for product

And little brothers Ring fingers get cut up

To show mothers They really got 'em

And this is the stress I lived with

Till I decided to try This rap shit for a living

I pray I'm forgiven

For every bad decision I made Every sister I played

'Cause I'm still paranoid To this day

And it's nobody's fault I made the decisions I made

This is the life I chose or Rather the life that chose me

If you can't respect that Your whole perspective is wack

Maybe you'll love me When I fade to black

Gimme some light.

Cell phones, lighter.

Maybe you'll love me When I fade to black

If you can't respect that Your whole perspective is wack

Maybe you'll love me When I fade to black

If you can't respect that Your whole perspective is wack

Maybe you'll love me When I fade to black

( crowd cheering )

JAY-Z: I mean, I'm a kid from Brooklyn, New York.

Now, I'm on stage at Madison Square Garden.

( helicopter whirring ) Celebratin' my whole career

with some of the biggest artists in the music business.

I wasn't really emotional about it.

I was thinking like, "This shit is crazy hot."

I guess I am lucky.

Holla at your boy!

( Jay-Z's "Dirt Off Your Shoulder" playing )

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Turn the music up In the head phones

Tim, you can go and brush Your shoulder off, nigga

I got you Uh, yeah

AFENI SHAKUR: And let me say that this money will be used

for the upliftment of your culture.

We thank you.

VOLETTA WALLACE: A hundred percent of this

goes to the Christopher Wallace Memorial Foundation

for books and computers.

JAY-Z: Feelin' no remorse Feelin' like my hand Was forced

Middle finger to the Lord...

USHER: It ain't over.

I don't care what he say. This ain't the last album.

It can't be. After a show like that? Come on, man.

( laughter )

All the rappers be hatin' Off the track that I'm makin'

But all the hustlers They love it...

MEMPHIS BLEEK: Me and you be reppin'.

Yeah. Make sure they be reppin'.

Should be reppin'. For the hood, nigga.

Whatever that means.

Like a running back

Get it, man I'm straight off the block

I can run it back, nigga 'Cause I'm straight With the Roc

The Black Album, what this means to you,

the whole retirement, whole shit like that.

TY-TY: The whole retirement.

That mean the game is fucked up.

( laughter )

Get that Dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that Dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that Dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that Dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that Dirt off your shoulder

You're now tuned into The motherfuckin' greatest

( Jay-Z's "Can I Live" playing )

JAY-Z: Yeah.

Ah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella.

We invite you to Something epic, you know?

Where we hustle out of The sense of hopelessness

Sort of a desperation

Through that desperation We come addicted

Sort of like the fiends We accustomed to serving

What we feel We have nothin' lose

Everything to gain So we offer you, well

We offer our lives Right, right

What are you bringing To the table?

While I'm watching every nigga Watching me closely

My shit is butter for the bread They wanna toast me

I keep my head, both of them Where they supposed to be

Ho's will get you sidetracked And clapped from close feet

I don't sleep, I'm tired I feel wired like codeine

These days a brother gotta Admire me from Four fiends away

My pain wish it was quick To see from selling 'caine

To brains that fried To a fricassee can't lie

At the time it never Bothered me at the bar

Gettin' my thug on properly My squad and me

Lack of respect for authority

Laughing hard happy to be Escapin' poverty How ever brief

I know this game Got valleys and peaks

Expectation for dips

For precipitation We stacked chips hardly

The youth I used to be Soon to see a million

No more Big Willy My game has grown

Prefer you call me William

Illin' for revenues Grateful livin', like

Channel 7 news Round-seven jewels Hand gettin' the mic

Forgetting all I ever knew Convenient amnesia

I suggest you call my lawyer I know the procedure

Lock my body Can't trap my mind easily

Explain why we adapt to crime

I'd rather die enormous Than live dormant

That's how we on it Live at the main event

I bet a trip to Maui on it

Presidential suites My residential For the weekend

Confidentially speakin' in Codes since I sense you Peekin'

The INXS rental Don't be fooled My game is mental

We both out of town, dog What you tryin' to get into?

Viva Las Vegas, see ya Met her at the crap table

Meet me by the one That starts a G up

This way no fraud Willie's present gambling They re-up

And we can have a pleasant time Sipping margaritas

G-g-g-g'yeahhh

Can I live?

Can I live?

My mind is infested With sick thoughts That circle

Like a Lexus, if driven wrong They're sure to hurt you

Dual level like duplexes In unity my crew and me

Commit atrocities Like we got immunity

You guessed it, manifested Intangible goods

Platinum Rolexed it We don't lease

We buy the whole car As you should

My confederation, dead a nation Explode on detonation

Overload the mind Of a said patient

When it boils to steam It comes to it

We all fiends, gotta do it

Even righteous minds Go through this

True this, history school us To spend our money foolish

Bond with jewelers And watch for intruders

I stepped it up another level

Meditated like a Buddhist

Recruited lieutenants With ludicrous

Dreams are gettin' creamed Let's do this against T-D-S

So I keep one eye open Like C-B-S

Ya see me stressed, right?

Can I live?

Can I live?

Can I live?

Can I live?

( Jay-Z chuckles )

Roc-A-Fella, y'all

( song fades out )