DECK: It's been six months since the flood.
You ain't getting anything off of that.
I can help you, man. You know what I'm saying?
You ain't got to do this alone.
Yo, don't touch my shit. A'ight?
FAN: Dude, I'm such a huge fan, man.
When's your solo album coming out?
I'm working on it.
What does Wu Wear bring to the game that's any different?
These department stores ain't buying shit
unless there's a demand.
So I got a retail spot out in Staten.
Dead Nation must arise, for the time is at hand.
- You want this CD I just got? - Sure. Thank you.
I spoke to the guys. They'll be there.
U-GOD: See, Jamel got our back, and so does the Nation.
Feeling this beat, huh? Go ahead and write something.
♪ Homicide's illegal, and death is the penalty ♪
I think if Killa's traveling with us, he should get paid.
The same amount, though, son? Killa's only on one song.
OFFICER: Turn around slowly. U-GOD: For real, yo.
I ain't hustling no more. I'm ready to put that work in.
Are you going to Disney World?
[chuckles]
Tell me what happened. Say what?
Yo, stop the fucking bus!
DONTAE: [muffled] Are you going to Disney World?
[high-pitched ringing]
Buy me something like what?
U-GOD: Toys. Hats.
POWER: Yo, what the fuck is going on, son?
- Where the fuck you going? - What, nigga?
What the fuck is going on, nigga?
My son got shot, man.
POWER: Oh. Damn, son.
Yo, I can't even imagine what you might be feeling right now.
But, yo, just ride with us back to the next city,
you know what I'm saying, and just catch a plane.
I'm not waiting, son.
I'll hitch a ride on a train if I have to.
- You know what I'm saying? - Right. I feel you.
I mean, yeah, go be with little man.
But whatever you need, I got you, a'ight?
Just don't do nothin' stupid.
Yo, we been doing this street shit
our whole fucking lives, nigga, you know what I'm saying?
And we finally got the opportunity
to do something different.
Don't fuck that up over some bullshit.
Nigga tried to kill my son. That's bullshit to you, son?
I'm saying don't get caught up in that street shit.
But don't get caught up in that.
Yo!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
[baby crying] [indistinct chatter]
[monitors beeping]
PERSON: I don't know what's wrong with her.
You know, she doesn't feel well.
PERSON: Well, how long...
NURSE: Yeah, we're not quite ready for you.
PERSON: That's all the medical paperwork we got.
[baby crying]
[indistinct chatter] [heart beating]
EMT: We got a male, 26 years old...
[monitors beeping, chatter continues]
♪ ♪
I just need you to have a seat, okay?
I'm looking for my son, Dontae.
Last name? U-GOD: Hawkins.
And don't give me that "have a seat" shit either.
- Aren't you-- - Yeah.
[indistinct message over PA]
[monitor beeping] DOCTOR: Vitals at 112 over 65.
NURSE: 112 over 65.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[monitor beeping rapidly]
[indistinct chatter]
What's happening to my son?
Sir, sir, you can't come back here.
What's happening to my son?
Please, you cannot come back here.
Please back away from the door.
[device buzzes]
[monitor beeping rapidly] [indistinct chatter]
[alarms beeping]
DOCTOR: He's not stabilizing.
♪ ♪
It just keeps going up.
[monitor blaring rapidly] Stay with us.
Get some more over there.
Stay with us, son.
[hip-hop music]
[men grunting]
[blade resounds]
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
[dice thud]
♪ ♪
[blade resounds]
[indistinct chatter]
[gasps] Dontae.
Baby! What are they doing to him?
Why they not telling us nothing?
Acting like we invisible up in here.
- What happened to her? - She fainted earlier.
She fainted? KEISHA: Dontae.
Lord, please.
Okay.
Dontae's vitals dropped briefly,
but he is stable now.
We're still gonna need to monitor him closely
for the next 72 hours at least.
Oh, God. My baby.
I'ma find the nigga who did this shit.
And when I find him, I'll blow his fucking brains out.
Oh, good.
Yeah, you go kill him and then go back to jail.
Dontae's used to not seeing you anyways.
I'm out there making money for Dontae.
Please.
How this happen anyway, Keisha?
Where the fuck was you at, huh?
Where were you, huh?
You pop in and out like a jack-in-the-box,
and you want to be called a father?
I don't give a fuck if you like that shit or not.
I am his father, so you gonna tell me what happened.
I left Dontae with Ciara to go run a errand
like I'd done a million times.
Same Ciara that used to watch you when you was a baby.
So you want to know what happened, go talk to her.
I'm staying here with Dontae.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
[siren wailing]
[person speaking indistinctly on TV]
[knocking on door]
[grunts]
[banging on door] All right. All right.
[sighs]
I know you're heated.
But my daughter can't deal with this shit right now.
She ain't right. You understand me?
She's been through enough.
[whispering] She been through enough?
I almost lost my son.
CIARA: [sobbing]
Uey, I'm so sorry.
It wasn't my fault, I swear.
I ain't gonna hurt you.
I know you love Dontae.
But you gotta tell me who did this shit.
I-I was holding him.
And?
Everybody was just hanging, like, clowning and shit
like it was a normal day.
And then these two dudes started talking shit
to each other.
At first, it was part of the conversation,
but then they started really beefing,
and one pulled out a gun.
And what was that nigga's name?
I think he go by Shotty.
♪ ♪
[distant sirens wailing]
[hip-hop song playing over radio]
[distant siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[dice rattling]
- Yo, what's good? - What's good, U-man?
I heard what happened with Dontae, man.
That shit fucked up.
So you know who I'm looking for, then--that nigga Shotty.
I don't really know him, but my man Carlos do.
♪ ♪
[grunting on TV]
Man, fuck this. Put in another game.
Bro, we just started playing this, though.
Put in another one, nigga!
A'ight.
[pager chiming]
[upbeat video game music]
♪ ♪
Yeah. He's here.
Who the fuck you talking to?
Nah, it's, uh--it's just one of my bitches, Mya.
She tryna--she tryna come over and give me some pussy.
She got a girlfriend?
Been needing to bust one too, nigga.
CARLOS: [chuckles] Yeah, a'ight.
Let me find out.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[pager chiming]
♪ ♪
[muffled laughter, chatter]
SHOTTY: Fuck that. I gotta get out of this crib.
Yo. Yo, I'm gonna go to the store.
Lend me $10.
What you mean, "for what"? Lend me $10. I'll give it back.
♪ ♪
SHOTTY: What you mean, "for what"?
Lend me $10. I'll give it back.
[upbeat funky music]
♪ ♪
FAN: Oh, it's really you.
Bro, I've been waiting forever for your bus to arrive.
Oh, yeah? FAN: Kinda like I've been
waiting for you to drop that solo album, dude.
- What is taking so long? - I've been busy, bruh.
Too busy to give your fans what they've been waiting for?
Come on, man. I been fiendin' for your shit.
Yo, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight, son.
I'll sign your shit, but then you gotta step off, all right?
FAN: What?
GHOST: Yo, give me your hat, son.
[yawns]
Hey, yo.
You trying to make some tracks?
Nah, god.
I barely even want to be sitting here
talking to you right now.
We literally just got back.
Tell me how you really feel, bro.
It ain't even like that.
Just I've been with y'all niggas for weeks.
I feel you. That tour really took it out of me too.
- [laughs] - What you talking about, yo?
Yo, 'Vine, I didn't know you rap.
Yeah, what, you have some verse or some shit
that we didn't-- that we didn't know about?
DECK: Got a whole album coming out?
RZA: No, word, yo, we was the ones onstage
- performing and shit, right? - Word.
RZA: I didn't see you pick up a microphone, a pen, nothing.
Ooh. No, no, no, I picked up a pen.
And I signed us a deal for this soundtrack.
Oh, shit. Tales from the Hood?
It's like some hood fairy-tale shit?
Yo, Spike Lee is producing that.
What's he trying to do, some, uh--
some, like, Crooklyn Dodgers-type shit?
Well, they didn't give us parameters.
- They just want a track from us. - Yo, that's crazy.
Hey, yo, I wore that Crooklyn Dodger joint out.
Yo, son, getting a track on a movie
is a good hustle, my nigga, you know what I'm saying?
Niggas be sitting around waiting for an album to drop,
when they could be getting radio spins
- on singles and shit. - Word.
Keep niggas talking, like that Wu Wear shit.
Know what I mean? But yo.
The grand opening of the store's on Friday.
- Y'all better be there. - I don't know.
I'm thinking maybe I should, uh--
I should get to work on beats for Rae's joint.
Hey, yo, get some rest, a'ight?
Yeah, yo, we gotta come up
with something crazy for this shit.
POWER: We can't be always waiting on him, 'Vine.
DIVINE: What are we supposed to do?
He's the one who makes the beats.
Nigga, fuck-- [scoffs] Come on.
[upbeat hip-hop music]
[ferry horn blares]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
What's good, baby? How are you?
- How's it going, money? - Out here.
Come on, son.
[all speaking indistinctly]
- BOTH: Come on! - Get some of this heat, baby.
Ah, I got you. Yo, I got you.
Yo, peace, god.
♪ ♪
FAN: Oh, my gosh, girl. [both gasp]
[girls giggling]
PERSON: Sup, brother? DECK: You good?
[chuckles]
Look at him.
♪ ♪
ALICIA: Come on. Come on. [moaning]
Right there. DECK: Fuck!
[both moaning]
Goddamn!
[grunts]
Fuck!
- Ah. - [chuckles]
Shit, girl.
Ooh. [sighs contentedly]
- Shit. - [chuckles]
When was the last time I saw you?
High school probably, before you dropped out.
[both chuckle]
Before you became a rap star.
[scoffs] ALICIA: What?
Uh-uh. Don't play that fake-humble shit on me.
Ain't no fake-humble shit.
There's just more shit that comes with it is all.
ALICIA: [scoffs] Please.
You were walking around Park Hill like the pope.
A lot of people just want to hear what's next for you.
[scoffs] Hmm.
What?
Oh, nothing.
There was a fan earlier
buggin' out about when I was coming out with my solo album.
And?
Y'all just gonna have to wait a while.
Yo, I-I can't do nothing without RZA.
And he's focused on Rae and GZA right now.
Plus, he just got this soundtrack deal. I mean--
Aren't you in the Wu-Tang Clan?
Uh, yeah.
Isn't the Wu-Tang Clan a group, not one person?
We all got our roles to play. I'm a soldier.
A "soldier"? When I put on "C.R.E.A.M.,"
that guy didn't sound like no soldier to me.
That guy sounded like a straight general.
Hmm.
Look...
Paul McCartney didn't wait on John Lennon to make a song.
- I don't play guitar. - Then learn, nigga.
[sighs]
[steady music]
♪ ♪
[distant clatter] DECK: Oh, sh--
[distant clatter]
[laughing]
[drum beat plays]
[chiming music plays]
[various beats playing]
[telephone ringing] [percussive music playing]
♪ ♪
[buttons clicking]
[The Commodores' "Zoom" playing]
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ I may be just a foolish dreamer ♪
♪ But I don't care ♪
RAEKWON: Hey, yo, Killa.
Go on, son.
Yo, what up, god?
Yo, all that shit about who's in the group and who's not...
got a little blown out of proportion.
Yeah, I know.
I'm just saying, son, if you gonna be in the group,
you're gonna have to be in the group,
put your pen game to work or something, know what I mean?
♪ ♪
No doubt.
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ Oh, zoom ♪
♪ I'd like to fly far away from here ♪
♪ Where my mind, oh, Lord, is fresh and clear ♪
♪ And I'd find the love ♪
- DRIVER: Where you headed? - East New York.
How long you been driving a cab?
About 35 years now.
Set to retire in June.
Congrats. DRIVER: When I came to New York
back in the day, I thought I was gonna open
a soul food restaurant, be a famous chef.
Yeah, and what happened?
Uh, dreams don't pay bills, youngblood.
Ain't nothing more sure than the cab business.
Folks always got someplace to go.
You still cook? DRIVER: Oh, no.
I got a wife to do that for me now.
Driving a cab gave me a real foundation.
I'm gonna sell this medallion for a pretty penny.
Nice retirement package.
You can retire off a medallion?
Oh, yeah, these will go for up to $200,000.
Two hundred thou--damn.
A brother can do a lot with that kind of money.
Yes, indeed.
DRIVER: Sometimes we don't set upon our dreams.
We stumble upon them.
[indistinct chatter]
My bad.
[razor buzzing]
[indistinct chatter]
Gotta cut these damn worms off your head, boy.
- [bell dings] - Peace, peace.
Ha. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ah, getting big, man. God damn.
- Yeah, yeah. Hey. - Whoa. Jamel!
- KILLA: Peace. - Man.
Where you been at, man? Ain't see you in about a month.
You know, visiting family in Virginia.
VA, huh? Hey, brother.
Let me get this seat real quick, all right?
Back in a second.
[sighs]
Visiting family in Virginia, huh?
Reminds me I need to take a trip down to VA.
- Catch me some of that Go-Go. - You know how we do.
BARBER: Hey, uh, you missed a spot right there, brother.
Come on, now.
How long young boy been around?
Couple weeks now, give or take.
He know his mathematics?
[chuckles] Took him a minute.
Give the kid a break, though.
Not everybody has knowledge of self
at 12 years old like you did,
kicking niggas out the cypher twice your age.
Age ain't got nothing to do with wisdom.
- You know what I'm saying? - You ain't lying about that.
- [bells jingle] - Peace, peace. What up, gods?
Just take a little off the top.
POWER: Wu Wear grand opening is this Friday in Shaolin.
So make sure y'all come through for that, all right?
We got T-shirts, hoodies, hats. Wu Wear shit.
Yo, is it cool if I leave these somewhere?
Yeah, just put 'em on the counter when you're done.
Oh, what up, Killa? [scoffs]
- I didn't see you there. - Peace, god.
I see you straight off the bus and into the chair.
All right. All right.
Trying to impress the shorties
now that you a rapper and shit, right?
- But I'ma see you on Friday. - Word, word. Yeah, word.
Word.
- Good to see you, man. - Yep, yep.
- POWER: Looking good too. - "Off the bus"?
I told you, I just got back from Virginia.
He called you Killa. Something I need to know?
Yeah, that's how we rock. He was just playing.
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, just playing. But you a rapper?
Yo, like I said, man, he was just playing, all right?
All right, if you say so, brother.
- It's clogged again? - Agai--
bet you didn't.
[toilet gurgling] Damn.
Hey, young guy, handle that.
- Handle what? The toilet? - That's what I said.
How you gonna tell me I'm a god on earth
and then tell a god to clean a toilet?
Man, fuck this.
Hold up. Hold up.
[bell dings] Yo.
Talkin' about I got to clean the fucking shop.
I don't want to clean a fucking toilet.
Hey, yo, hold up.
What's today's mathematics?
Knowledge, equality, all being born to God.
Yeah, you took the time to learn a lot.
It'd be a shame to throw that away over some chores.
Why the fuck do you care?
I didn't mean it like that.
I care because I want you to realize your power.
W-why'd you join the Nation in the first place?
'Cause I never seen Black men like y'all.
Exactly.
You have the opportunity to be a part of something special.
But you got to understand the foundation, know what I mean?
Can't know your power if you ain't got no solid ground
to stand on.
A'ight?
Remember that.
Hey, yo, young god.
Hold your head up when you walk in there, man.
If you carry yourself like you belong,
then you belong.
[horn honking]
PERSON: Yo!
I've been trying to holla at you.
Come find me later.
We need to have that conversation.
[R&B music playing]
TAWANDA: You gonna fix a plate?
[chuckles] You're usually hovering over me
like a hummingbird trying to get at this curry.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Smells good, Mama.
TAWANDA: Uh... what's going on in that head of yours?
What?
Did you get somebody pregnant?
[laughs] Come on, Ma, no.
Hell, nah, I ain't get nobody pregnant.
Good, good.
KILLA: I ain't ready for all that.
I ain't ready to be called Grandma quite yet.
[laughs] I'm just saying.
I know you always wanted brothers and sisters,
being an only child and all, but you had your cousins.
Yeah, all they wanted to do was sing
and make up these crazy dance moves and all that.
See, I ain't have skills like them.
You did not get the family music gene, and that's okay.
[sighs] Some folks in our family are meant to sing.
Others teach or do construction.
The important thing is to be confident
in what your something is so you can make a good living.
Oh, you know your cousin Kim is singing, um, backup
for some famous boy group all the teenagers like now.
And Selma just booked a regular weekend gig at the Blue Note.
Yeah, that's good for them.
[mumbles]
I never had it in me like that.
TAWANDA: I worry about you, Jamel.
You need to talk to your Uncle Sy
- before he takes his offer back. - Oh, Uncle Sy.
Yes, I will, Ma. I said I will.
No. No more "I wills."
It's time to think about your future.
[car horn honking outside]
♪ ♪
Damn, Mama. You told him I was here?
What was I gonna do, lie? He's your uncle.
He's been reaching out to you about this for a while now.
Just hear him out.
[dramatic music]
[siren wailing]
[smooth hip-hop music]
Yo, baby.
[horn honking]
Yeah! What's up? What's up?
♪ ♪
POWER: Uey, what up?
Been worried about you, nigga.
You good?
[sighs]
[record scratching]
SHOTTY: Fuck that. I gotta get out of this crib.
Yo. Yo, I'm gonna go to the store.
Lend me $10.
[locks clicking] What do you mean, "for what"?
Lend me $10. I'll give it back. [pager buzzing]
[intense music]
You fuckers.
♪ ♪
PERSON ON PHONE: Please hold.
♪ ♪
KEISHA: Dontae's awake. He's okay.
- He's laughing and everything. - What?
KEISHA: He wants to talk to you, okay?
DONTAE: Daddy?
♪ ♪
Son?
DONTAE: Can you come see me now?
I'm not sick anymore.
[breathing shakily]
♪ ♪
I'll be right there.
DONTAE: Looney Tunes is funny, Daddy.
Oh, yeah? Which one's your favorite?
The Coyote can't catch the Road Runner.
This one?
He should give up chasing him, then.
No, there's no Coyote without the Road Runner.
They're a team, even when they fight.
Everyone's got a role to play, huh?
[serious music]
I guess I gotta find mine on my team.
♪ ♪
[chuckles softly]
♪ ♪
U-GOD: ♪ Raw, I'ma give it to ya ♪
♪ With no trivia ♪
♪ Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia ♪
POWER: Yo, son. Saved this shirt for you.
It's our best-selling one, all right?
Fucking with that, right?
I'm fucking with this, son, for real.
Yo, son, I'm glad Dontae's doing all right.
And I'm glad you ain't do that other thing.
We need you, bro.
Yo, I appreciate that, son, for real.
Absolutely.
- Word is bond. - Always.
So you finally made shirts for the shorties, huh?
Hell, yeah. It was definitely worth it.
Know what I mean? How you doing?
U-GOD: How you doing, mama? POWER: What's up?
DECK: ♪ If you can't walk the walk ♪
♪ Phony niggas are outlined in chalk ♪
♪ I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me ♪
♪ Rebel to the grain, there's no way to barricade me ♪
Yo, Deck. Deck.
You did it, hmm?
Look at this shit.
- Boom. - Yo, it's a horror film?
- DIVINE: Yeah. - [laughing] Oh, shit.
DIVINE: [chuckles] How does it feel?
[record scratching]
[hip-hop beat playing]
♪ Hit the floor-- hit the floor ♪
♪ Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war? ♪
Mm.
[beat stops]
[beat resumes playing]
Shots bust, shots bust, making black hearts--
[chuckles]
♪ Blessed with the art rhymes ♪
♪ That's sharp like a circular saw ♪
♪ Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war? ♪
♪ Then slide by my lyrical drive-by ♪
♪ Shots bust, making blocks hearts ♪
♪ Plus snipe the cops when they rush ♪
♪ Built like construction tools, crushing fools in twos ♪
♪ Force dudes to blast you out your fucking shoes ♪
♪ A south swap with the bombs I drop ♪
♪ Plan A to terrorize, you can't stop the plot ♪
♪ Execution of an amateur ♪
♪ Who dare to challenge the clan's man ♪
♪ Holding a sword like Excalibur ♪
♪ Truth is my shield ♪
♪ Show and prove, I reveal reality ♪
♪ The coldness a heart can feel ♪
♪ Livin' life where caps peel ♪
♪ And crack deals from 9:00 to 5:00 ♪
♪ But I survived in these hard times, I nearly died ♪
♪ ♪
[chuckling]
Yo, yo, yo, yo.
Yo, I could get used to this shit.
♪ ♪
RZA: Hey, uh, let me ask you...
you use my ASR-10 to make this beat?
For the soundtrack.
I know you got a lot on your plate.
I just thought I could come through,
you know what I'm saying?
So you came inside my studio
without my permission
and was touching all my shit?
Yo, yo, yo, yo. Wait, hold on.
It's-it's no disrespect, you know what I'm saying?
I was just--I was just trying to get some work in.
Just want to put in work.
That's what you was trying to do, right?
Put in work...
with my shit...
in my lab.
Good shit, nigga.
[upbeat hip-hop music]
That shit's fucking fire, a'ight?
[laughs] RZA: A'ight, nigga?
Come here.
You fucking did that shit, a'ight?
Deck, you did. I'm fucking speechless.
And you know what? We gonna submit this right now.
And we gonna do it as an Inspectah Deck joint.
Nah.
Yo, this wasn't about getting my own shine.
- Yo, peace. - What you talking about?
What is he talking about? RZA: Hey, yo.
DIVINE: Yo, Rebel Rebel, hold on.
- RZA: Yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, Deck. - Make it a Wu-Tang joint.
♪ ♪
[door slams]
DIVINE: Now you on the soundtrack.
You killed it.
DECK: Yeah, this shit's crazy, god.
You know, it, um...
it could have been your name on there.
Nah.
Looks good as it is.
Yo, I can just take this, right?
I mean, because I know you?
Oh, it's like that?
I don't know. Why don't you try it on first?
I'll come with you to the dressing room.
- Oh, it's like that? - Could be.
[clears throat] Hey, um, I'm not trying to interrupt
whatever you got there,
but, uh, I need to get something nice for Nia, so...
- ALICIA: Uh-huh. - Excuse me.
♪ ♪
Yo, Power really did pull this whole store off, huh?
ALICIA: Hell, yeah.
They really opened a Wu Wear store in Staten Island.
Next thing y'all know,
it's gonna be a street named after y'all.
DIVINE: From your mouth to God's ears.
DECK: Word.
Peace, god.
- Hey, peace, peace. - Hey.
Y'all put this shit together. Word.
- DECK: What up, G? - Oh, peace. Word.
Okay. He treating you right?
- He better. - A'ight.
That's my brother. Word.
♪ ♪
You act like you don't see me? [both laugh]
Killing it on the ones and twos, god.
Peace, peace. KILLA: Peace.
Yo, when they hired me to create the logo,
I was just thinking records and, like, business cards.
- KILLA: Word, word. - But all this?
[scoffs] You just never know, not till you put in the work.
Right, no question.
So you gonna keep rocking out with the art and DJ chamber?
DJing cool.
I'm trying to make my own beats now.
RZA hooked me up with one of his ASR-10s.
I got the setup at the crib.
- Oh, shit. - Come through.
Oh, no question. Word.
Son, your flow gettin' solid, kid.
"Chessboxin'" was dope, but the "Snake" verse?
[laughing] Yo, you doubled down on that shit, bro.
What took you so long to come through, god?
KILLA: Shit.
[record scratching]
UNCLE SY: Damn, nephew.
You harder to pin down
than a father that ain't paid his child support.
Apologies. Got a lot goin' on.
You can't stand in the cypher all day.
Man, that's not what I do all day.
I know that.
You think I don't hear what you do in these streets?
Now, look, you may be a god on Earth,
but in America, they can still put a god behind bars.
Think about your future.
Buy into my medallion.
Then in a few years, when I retire,
you'll be all set.
You know what these medallions go for?
- Up to 200,000, last I heard. - Ah, good.
You're thinking about it, at least.
You'll never go hungry.
And you can pass the medallion on to your son.
Establish a foundation. Keep it in the family.
We got a musical legacy,
and now we can also have a cab legacy.
You know, I'm actually kind of musical too.
[laughs]
Boy, when you were a kid,
as soon as you sung your first note,
we knew you weren't gonna take after your Uncle Marvin.
Okay, okay, okay.
Back in the day, yeah, but I'm-I'm for real now.
Yo, I'm trying to be part of the Wu-Tang Clan.
- What? - The rap group.
I know who they are.
What do you mean you trying to be part of the group?
You rap?
I just came off tour with them, Unc.
Now you talking crazy.
For real, straight up.
You saying you already got songs with them?
Yeah, got, like...
one.
One joint, yeah.
"Chessboxin'."
[chuckles]
- That's my shit. - [laughs] What?
Which verse?
♪ Homicide's illegal ♪
BOTH: ♪ And death is the penalty ♪
- [laughs] - Yo, what you know about that?
That is my favorite one.
Oh. KILLA: That's crazy.
SLY: You good.
How come you never told anyone?
KILLA: 'Cause people would look at me crazy
like you just did.
I mean, I don't know, I...
I always loved hip-hop, you know,
but as a fan, you know?
I-I never thought of myself as an artist.
Then I started hanging around the GZA.
- The Genius. - The Genius.
He got me to write that "Chessboxin'" verse.
So although I never thought about rapping before,
like, yo...
it's become my dream now.
- That's why this taxi thing-- - Oh, hell, no.
Fuck that medallion.
You ain't doing no taxi shit.
- I take my offer back. - That sounds good.
It's just like, I'm not in the group, you know?
Like... [sighs]
I ain't even written that many more rhymes yet.
Then go write some more.
[soft music]
Jamel, you got a chance
to be part of something special.
Take advantage of it.
Yes, sir.
[hip-hop music]
SLY: [chuckles]
Give that tape back to the person
who left that in your car, old man.
There are things you don't know, youngblood,
things you don't know.
PRIEST: ♪ In the streets of Queens ♪
♪ Streets of the Bronx ♪
KILLA: ♪ Yo, do the knowledge... ♪
Looking fly. Looking fly, Unc.
Thank you, nephew. POWER: What up, gentlemen?
Oh, peace. The man of the hour.
- POWER: What's up? - Hey. This is my uncle Sy.
- Uncle Sy, Power. - Hey, Power.
This store is his vision.
Oh, Power, this is impressive.
I got to get me one of these hats.
My nephew's gonna be in that Clan.
For real, though. My nigga got bars.
Yo, how about I show you what else we got?
Oh, my pockets ain't that deep, youngblood.
How about a 20% discount?
That's what I'm talking about.
POWER: Okay. Okay KILLA: Let y'all handle that.
Let y'all get to it.
♪ Memories of injuries, wounds and burns ♪
Yo, son. You believe this shit, son?
You believe this shit? KILLA: Shit's crazy.
Hey, yo, to make it into music is one thing,
but to move into clothes...
I would have never thought of that.
It's a whole different chamber.
The music made the opportunity.
But when the opportunity comes knocking...
Answer that shit. U-GOD: Answer that shit.
Yo, I heard you did your thing for a movie?
- Word. - Yo, how you think to do that?
I mean, making bars, you know I'm saying?
That's what I do. But make a beat?
I'm glad I did it, though, you know what I'm saying?
I just want to keep pushing myself, know what I mean?
Word, son. Yo, we all do.
- Should have been writing more. - Me too.
- Shit. - When Dontae got shot...
I don't know, son, it's like...
it's like that shit just all came out, son.
Put a pencil to paper,
shit just started flowing from the heart, though.
I could have really killed that nigga.
I wouldn't be here doing any of this shit.
DECK: That flood could have fucked up my music,
or I could have kept it moving.
- See what I'm saying? - Hmm.
Even if that means I got to do some of it on my own.
Hey, I just want Dontae to have it easier than I did.
You're here for a reason. All of us are.
- Word is bond. - Man, but we can't just
wait around for it to just drop in our lap.
No, we gotta attack. Lay our foundation down.
You know what I'm saying?
Yo, spit that rhyme for us, god.
I saw you sharpening your sword over there.
I was waiting for that shit. I was waiting for that shit.
I see you sharpening your sword.
DECK: Nigga got a rhyme.
Hey, yo, it's still raw as hell, a'ight?
♪ The strong must feed, someone die, someone bleed ♪
♪ One flew astray, and it caught my little seed ♪
♪ Can it be? ♪
Yo, I just want to give my little man a better tomorrow.
KILLA: Hmm.
I'm still marinating on the rest though.
Damn. You gotta record that, nigga.
You hear that shit? That shit was hot.
Yo, I kind of got something that goes with that, though.
♪ Yo, in the housing ♪
♪ Thousands seen early graves ♪
♪ Victims of worldly ways ♪
♪ Memory stays engraved ♪
- See what I'm saying? - Word, son.
Yo, that's the track right there.
Chain, god. KILLA: That's the chamber.
That's the chamber we gotta get into, you know what I mean?
Talking about street life, what we been through.
U-GOD: Word.
How we don't want our kids to grow up the same way.
So, like, what I gotta do to make sure
Dontae don't make the same mistakes I did, then.
[exhales sharply] No doubt.
- Word. - That's it.
"A Better Tomorrow."
- "Better Tomorrow." - "Better Tomorrow."
KILLA: I like that. I like that.
RAEKWON:
I see y'all putting in work.
I see you right there, know what I mean?
GHOST: Keep that shit up, son.
Y'all over here spitting that real shit for real.
Yeah, that track gonna be nice, son.
- I see you, son. - No question.
RAEKWON: Yeah, keep that shit up, son.
Word. DECK: See what I'm saying?
I come in, you come in with the kill.
- Masta Killa. - We need a hook, then.
- You know what I'm saying? - Then get a hook.
- You know what I mean? - Word.
KILLA: ♪ You can't party your life away ♪
♪ Drink your life away, smoke your life away ♪
Start that again. Start that again, son.
- Start that again. I like that. - Yo.
ALL: ♪ You can't party your life away ♪
♪ Smoke your life away, drink your life away ♪
♪ Fuck your life away ♪
[laughter and cheering] KILLA: Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yo, this shit right here crazy, son.
- It's crazy. - Word up, word up.
I mean, we all doing big things.
It's not just individuals no more, son.
We like the fucking Yankees and shit.
- Word, bro. - Know what I mean?
Ain't no other team fucking with us right now.
- Word. - But, yo, if we the Yankees,
I'm Don Mattingly, nigga.
A'ight. A'ight, son. I can fuck with that.
It's all good.
BIGGIE: [on stereo] ♪ Unless it smells like sanitation ♪
♪ Gar-bage, I turn like doorknobs ♪
♪ Heartthrob, never, black and ugly as ever ♪
♪ However, I stay Gucci down to the socks ♪
♪ Rings and watch filled with rocks, unh ♪
♪ And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi ♪
♪ Girls pee-pee when they see me ♪
♪ Navajos creep me in they tepee ♪
Hey, yo, son, what the fuck was that?
Hey, yo, that shit sound like Biggie "One More Chance,"
but on some other shit.
Hey, yo, now that we back from tour, son,
we gotta work on that album, know what I mean?
Word. Writing this shit on the beach, though,
with the waves and the seashells.
Word. It ain't about no fucking seashells.
It's about homegirl in a bikini.
- Kill that shit, son. - Nah.
You the one that brought her
on the tour bus, son, know what I mean?
- Yo, yo, chill out, chill out. - Word.
["One More Chance Remix" playing over car radio]
RAEKWON: And she listening to that shit, son.
That's crazy. GHOST: Hey, yo, babe.
You listening to this "One More Chance" shit, too?
It's good to see you, too. Dang.
GHOST: What's up?
SHURRIE: You getting me a shirt?
I heard the Wu women's line is fire.
And it's "One More Chance Remix,"
thank you very much.
Yeah, I don't care if Jesus remixed it.
You're not supposed to be listening to non-Wu shit.
That's for when I'm at the house, at the apartment.
Does this car look like our dirty-ass apartment?
Yeah, I don't think so.
Besides, how many times you want me to listen
to "36 Chambers" and Meth's project and--
I'm gonna be honest, I'm tired of listening to Dirty.
I hear him in real li--
ooh, ooh, this my part. [squeals]
DJ: A'ight, guys, that was Notorious B.I.G.
with "One More Chance," the remix.
That joint has been number one on the request line
for seven days straight.
Seven days. DJ: It's Angie Martinez.
And you know me, I'm gonna give
the people what they want.
We are gonna play it again.
Okay! Thank you, girl! RAEKWON: Ooh, son.
We been gone a month. Shit move that fast, son?
Yo, it's New York, son.
Dirty dropped his album a couple months ago.
We ain't release no new Wu shit.
Yo, niggas see the opportunity to take the crown,
they gonna try to take that shit.
Nah, son, nah. Fuck that. Fuck that.
Know what I mean? Ain't no opportunity.
Ain't no-- you gonna have to come
physically take this crown, know what I mean?
- Hey, yo, hey, yo, hey, yo. - [mouthing lyrics]
You know what this means, right?
BIGGIE: ♪ Unless it smells like sanitation... ♪
It's on us. We got next.
[Black Ivory's "I Keep Asking You Questions"]
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ I keep asking you questions ♪
♪ You keep telling me lies ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Saw you messing around with another guy ♪
SINGER: ♪ I've always been a fool ♪
♪ When it came to loving you ♪
♪ But I found out much too late that I've always been a two ♪
♪ Stripped of all the love that I could ever give ♪
♪ You fill me with some sadness ♪
♪ I find it hard to live ♪
SINGERS: ♪ I don't know why ♪ SINGER: ♪ You break my heart ♪
♪ And then you call me back for more ♪
SINGERS: ♪ I should be walking out the door ♪
SINGER: ♪ I keep asking you questions ♪
♪ You must think that I'm blind ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Saw you messing around with another guy ♪
SINGER: ♪ You keep giving me answers ♪
♪ Now I think that it's time ♪
SINGERS: ♪ To give you up to the other guy ♪
SINGER: ♪ I keep asking ♪ SINGER: ♪ I'm asking ♪
♪ Baby ♪
SINGERS: ♪ Saw you messing around with another guy ♪
SINGER: ♪ Oh, oh, all right ♪
♪ Oh, oh, all right ♪
SINGERS: ♪ With the other guy ♪
SINGER: ♪ Oh, all right ♪
♪ Oh, oh, all right ♪
COACH: Get on the line.