[dramatic music]
Bobby? [chuckles]
Welcome to your new home.
It was nice meeting you.
- Karina. Yeah. - Word.
We have an agreement.
Even if you living that rap life,
you always come home to your family.
You my Earth, you know that?
Mook?
It's John.
I want you to be the group's manager.
We need someone like you.
Why are there eight names
listed under recipient of shares?
I wanted to divide the company
among the other group members.
SHA: ♪ And I'ma get mad deep like a threat ♪
♪ Blow up your project ♪
What does Wu Wear bring to the game that's any different?
Our brand is streetwear.
They taking our demographic for granted
instead of representing them.
You missed the tour.
How's the Abbot gonna miss the whole Wu-Tang tour?
PHOTOGRAPHER: All in together now.
Yeah.
Yo, Killa, yo, get in here.
KILLA: Word.
[hip-hop music]
PHOTOGRAPHER: All right, here we go.
Easy...
[camera shutter clicks]
[laughs]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
DIRTY: Su!
Yo, god, I ain't know you was comin' on tour with us.
Yeah. RZA hit me yesterday.
How else we supposed to do "Chessboxin'"
without the god?
No doubt. No doubt.
So you sure you're gonna be okay?
What if I say no?
Will you get back in the car with me?
I want to. Believe me.
You got other kids to take care of, huh?
Well, unfortunately, they need me more than you do.
I think she needs you the most.
Right, baby?
Watch her head, watch her head.
I'm gonna miss you. You hear me?
[chuckles] I'm gonna buy you something at...
Every stop we make.
Buy me something like what?
Toys, hats.
Whatever you want, man, I got you.
Are you going to Disney World?
[chuckles]
Disney World? I don't know about all that.
[Shurrie chuckles]
If we go, I'ma get him a Mickey Mouse or something.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- I'ma miss you. - Hmm.
It's just for three weeks, okay?
Y'all gonna be good?
Yeah.
We'll be fine.
[child hiccups] Oh.
In case those headaches come back.
Nah, I should be good.
Shit ain't been bothering me recently.
Okay.
You have fun with your little groupies,
but don't you go catching them feelings, okay?
Hey, yo, I ain't about to catch nothing.
I'ma keep both my heads protected.
Know what I mean?
You my Earth. You know that, right?
I know.
♪ ♪
Ghostface,
how are you feeling about the upcoming tour?
DENNIS: Yeah, it's all right.
We gonna, you know, do what we do and all that.
All right? It's whatever.
METH: I don't trust them dudes, son.
They always try to put your business in the street
for they little magazines or whatever.
MTV did me straight dirty, man.
- [scoffs] - You are dirty, son.
[laughs] True, true, true.
Must be hard on the family when you go on tour.
Yeah, man, most def,
but that's what we signed up for, you know.
Speaking of signing,
is it true that RZA made y'all sign five-year contracts
that gives him control over all your careers?
First of all, RZA don't make any of us do anything.
But, you know, career-wise, I mean, look around...
I think we doing pretty damn well.
As for me personally--
Meth. Yo, Meth.
Yo, I'll get you when I get back, son. Word.
After three months,
"Return to the 36 Chambers" is gold.
I thought it was hilarious, but some people not so much.
Hit this, son.
I don't know what you're talking about, but hit this.
- Uh... - Look.
I'm not answering no questions until you hit this.
Yo, yo, yo, we all good.
- I want him to have some weed. - We all good, nigga.
- You want to hit this? - Nah.
Su!
RZA, after, uh, two successful solo albums,
Wu-Tang is reassembled for this group East Coast tour,
even you.
What got you back out there?
I've, uh--I've actually never been on a full tour
with my brothers before.
This gonna be the first time
audiences can see the entire Wu-Tang Clan live.
10 cities in 21 days,
Philadelphia to Fort Lauderdale.
Yeah, Shaolin heads south.
I was, uh--I was raised out there for a bit.
My grandfather, he didn't have
more than a sixth-grade reading education.
So he had to work at a factory.
37 years, never missed a day.
But when it came time for them to pay him his pension,
they fired his ass.
- What'd he do? - He accepted his old job back.
See, my grandfather, he lacked the education to dream bigger.
We're about to head south,
and it's good to see everything he did pay off.
Shit, uh, got to go, yo.
Uh, no, I was told I get to talk to everyone.
Word? I told your editor
you only had an hour with us before we took off.
Oh, but I still have questions, though.
You got questions?
I got all the answers right here, son.
Go ahead, man.
[laughing]
All right, son, hit that shit, man.
- All right. - Whoa, man.
[hip-hop music]
[men grunting]
[blade resounds]
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
[dice thud]
♪ ♪
[blade resounds]
METH: [laughs]
Yo, how long you think he been out there, son?
I don't know, man. A minute.
Yo, he holding a tape recorder
like a Rubik's Cube or something.
How much of that blunt you gave him?
- Whole thing, son. - Nah.
Why y'all niggas do that to nigga out there, man?
You know we ain't fucking with no reporters, son.
Damn. Y'all know I only brought him out here
to get some promotion for the tour, right?
He's gone.
BOBBY: Yo, I feel bad.
I'm gonna get him some water, a'ight?
- [chuckles] - Damn.
He'll be all right.
- We bad, son. - Let's do this.
[groans]
Hurry up, son.
Got Killa on tour with us now.
This only my first tour.
Just don't be farting over me and shit, son.
Doing that freaky-ass shit.
Niggas just mad corny-- always biting and shit.
Know what I mean? Oh, nah.
- You know what I mean? - Watch your step, son.
Yo, this shit is way bigger than the tour bus
from the last tour, son.
That's the hype right there.
Get ready for these good feasts, son.
Just open a window, nigga.
Last time you had everybody clothes stinking and shit.
Nah, y'all niggas gonna smell this goodness.
Know what I mean? Word.
Yo, Killa, rule of the tour, god.
Make sure you always sleeping feet first, you heard?
Yeah, because if the driver hit the brake,
you break your fucking neck.
Word. Like that Gloria Estefan chick
when she got in that car crash and shit.
Hey, yo, rhythm finally guy her ass.
[indistinct chatter]
Yo, how this bus already stinking, son?
All them spices cuz got in his bag, yo.
You blaming me now?
Nigga, y'all need to fucking stay
in your fucking palace or something.
Know what I mean?
Hey, yo, fuck this.
Fuck this game, son. You owe me from the last time.
Save me some weed, man. DECK: Whatever, man.
Can't believe I'm back on the bus, man.
Just got off tour.
U-GOD: I don't know what you complaining for, son.
You love this shit.
All you gonna do is sit on the fucking couch
and play video games all day.
DIRTY: Shit.
DENNIS: Yo, the fuck you doing back there?
I'm trying to see what bed the squeakiest,
so niggas know when I'm fucking.
Nah. Yo, chill with all that, son.
This tour about to be wild. [laughter]
Hey, yo, that journalist is fucked up, yo.
He couldn't even drive home.
I had to order that nigga a cab, yo.
[laughter]
Fucking crazy. DIVINE: All right, all right.
Let's go over the rules so we're all clear, okay?
So every dollar that we lose in the security deposit
will get deducted directly from your paychecks.
Nigga, what?
All right, so remember no candles, no incense, GZA.
And no guns, son. I'm still on probation.
I can't be getting locked up over other niggas packing.
DIVINE: Yo, that's right.
- Fuck you looking at me for? - And last but not least,
punctuality.
Be on time.
Hey, Igor, here, have this.
Use this to buy your hotel room when we get to Philly.
Okay.
- We drive now? - No, no, no. Not now.
I gotta go out and talk to P.
Yo, one more rule, all right?
Come on, son, with the rules.
No shitting on the bus.
- [laughs] - Hey, yo, word up.
- Word. - I ain't doing none of that.
Yo, let's get this shit started, huh?
- DIRTY: Su! - Let's get it, let's get it.
Know what I mean?
- All right, y'all. - No, no, no, no, no.
You ride on this one.
Hey, y-yo, we got business to talk about, right?
Yeah, I know. We can handle it on the next stop.
Look, management bus is for executives.
Tour bus is for artists.
What the fuck is you talking about?
Go be an artist.
All right, little bro?
Have fun. Yo, save one for me.
All right.
Shit, y'all make some room.
[indistinct chatter]
[hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
[laughter, indistinct chatter]
Hey, baby, I'ma call you.
Can't even get a fucking-- [clicks tongue]
[car door closes] [sighs]
[car engine turning over]
Yo, you good?
Good. Grab a box, nigga.
Yo, there's, like, a dozen of these boxes in the other bus.
Yo, check it. Some new shit right here.
- Whoo! - You know what I mean?
Yo, that shit is dope.
But come on, you really think we can move this much merch
at all the shows?
Yo, half of it is for the show,
and the rest is for the mom-and-pop stores
that we pass, but, yo, this tour is gonna be
the perfect way to promote the new Wu Wear Store
opening next month, you know what I mean?
Uh-huh. P, you know I love the way you think.
Grandma Dynamite, trust me,
you don't want any parts of this.
Oh, Mook, honey, I'll be fine.
Not my first rodeo.
How many music groups you know got eight members?
I once drove around a musician
that would sacrifice live animals before the shows.
- I can handle these boys. - Damn.
I would've never guessed you for an underground goth chick.
A 15-time Grammy winner.
Who?
Rule number one--what happens on the bus stays on the bus.
Quincy?
My lips are sealed.
Clapton? Aretha?
I know she a freak.
Hey, Mook, how long
is it gonna take us to get to Philly this time of day?
- Ooh, two hours, give or take. - If you drive like a bitch.
- Oh. [laughs] All right. - [laughs]
DIRTY: [on stereo] ♪ I love the girl ♪
♪ But I had to cut the bitch off ♪
♪ Yeah, the bitch died ♪
[singing along] ♪ I killed the bitch ♪
Hey, yo, this intro got to be, like,
over three minutes long, son.
4 minutes 47 seconds.
Like Pryor and Blowfly had a baby.
That's the nicest thing anybody said to me, god.
- [music stops] - Yo, why you turn it off?
Yo, we always just listening to our shit at the mansion.
We on tour now. METH: No doubt.
Y'all going to another chamber.
Word.
I mean, what should we listen to?
Shit, something with some Philly soul, god.
You got to get in that Gamble and Huff chamber, son.
- Nah. Patti LaBelle. - Nah, nah.
Patti is Gamble and Huff.
Hey, yo, fuck all that, son. I got it right here.
Delfonics--I grew up on this shit right here.
DECK: The record label was like Motown.
That's my shit right there.
What y'all fellas know about that?
[The Delfonics "La La Means I Love You" playing]
ALL: ♪ Many guys have come to you ♪
♪ With a line that wasn't true ♪
♪ And you pass them by ♪
These niggas know a couple of the lyrics.
Them ain't even the lyrics.
SINGER: ♪ Now, I don't wear a diamond ring ♪
♪ I don't even... ♪
♪ And in my Yankee hat, you could drop five beans ♪
♪ And then go back to Mama like, "All I know is..." ♪
ALL: ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ I love you ♪
RAEKWON: Yeah, yeah.
What y'all know about this? What y'all know about this?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Turn that shit down, please.
I'm trying to fucking concentrate, nigga.
RAEKWON: He's got to control the music in here too.
Hey, yo, I know, I know, I know.
I'm trying to go over this fucking set list.
Is that cool?
DIRTY: Do we got a choice?
All right, cool.
We gonna step out with, uh-- with Deck.
He's gonna come from behind a black curtain by himself.
You do your verse, all right?
Then the music stops.
Silence, total silence.
Want to make the audience feel that shit.
Then out of nowhere,
the entire Clan bum-rushes the stage.
I know we do this shit often,
but I had to lay out the layout.
Y'all good with that?
SINGER: ♪ Listen to me ♪
ALL: ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Means I love you ♪
Y'all niggas stupid.
- ♪ Oh ♪ - Sing that, baby.
ALL: [chanting] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.
RAEKWON: Word.
This shit is crazy right now, yo.
DECK: Word up. Word up.
RAEKWON: Women is mad flavorful out here tonight, son.
Ooh.
I like shorty right there. I need three scoops of that.
She thick as hell, son.
Oh, shit, look, I think those people made us food too.
RAEKWON: Oh, nah, son. Chill with all that.
Know what I mean?
Shit might have swine in it and shit, kid.
You never take anything from a fan, son.
Yo, what's that girl holding?
GZA: It's a piñata, god. METH: Piñata?
What the fuck is she doing with a piñata, man?
- That's what I'm saying. - Yo. Yo, yo, yo.
Yo, Mook--Mook been rapping with the promoter
for mad long now.
DECK: Business shit.
Yeah, but what kind of business
he got to handle right before the fucking show?
[scoffs]
[all cheering]
Yo, you see that?
She's dressed in all Wu Wear.
Well, isn't that a good thing?
It should be, but that's not our shit.
It's bootleg.
- Nigga, how can you tell? - Easy.
We haven't made clothes for women yet.
Come on, man.
ALL: [chanting] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.
[chuckles]
[cheering continues]
Maybe we should.
Yo, what's up, god?
Aren't we supposed to be onstage?
Not until we get paid.
That's the rule number one on the tour, god.
[scoffs]
Yo, son, what's the holdup, son?
Where's my money at?
City of Brotherly Love shows you their love.
All right, then.
[cheering continues]
[indistinct chatter]
So Killa in the group now?
That's how much...
he's on the album, ain't he?
RAEKWON: Yo, god. [indistinct chatter]
- Yo, double or nothing? - I got that.
Nah, I got Deck. I got Deck on that shit.
Ain't no way you gonna make that shit, son.
- You got that, son. - Word.
- Ooh, give me the money, son. - What you talking about?
He don't even play ball in real life, son.
This money real, though.
Hey, yo, he not opening up for the tour. Fuck that.
RAEKWON: Yo. Get the fuck out of here, son.
Deck killed Philly, son. He killed that shit.
Yo, you seeing shorty on the side,
knew all the words to your shit?
Nah. What side? Left or right?
Stage left, son.
Stage left? What the fuck is stage left?
Left of stage, nigga. The left of the stage.
Know what I mean?
- What's that smell? - Oh, shit.
Yo, somebody open up the vents, god.
That's that same smell from earlier--I was telling y'all.
Open the damn windows, son.
Yo, Deck, I thought we agreed
to stop fucking accepting gifts from fans and shit.
Don't be hating 'cause he got fans.
- [laughs] - Whatever, nigga.
Oh, shit. METH: Yo, it's full of blunts.
I think I found a different kind of smell.
Yo, the weed is the best air freshener.
Bet y'all niggas gonna be accepting shit from fans now.
[R&B music]
♪ ♪
♪ Without a sail ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just like a ship ♪
It's mad early, son. Come on, yo.
♪ Without a sail ♪
♪ ♪
♪ But don't worry ♪
♪ I know ♪
Yo, shut the fuck up, son.
♪ I know, I know ♪
Stupid, son.
Nah, Dirty. Sit your ass down.
Play the game or something, nigga.
PERSON: Ready to lose some money?
Word.
I love Virginia Beach, son.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, it's all right. It's all right.
Nah, son. This shit paradise, son.
Word. It's exactly the locale I want to record at.
Yeah, I just don't really fuck with
the sand and all that.
Imagine that shit--waking up to the sound of waves and shit,
mad tranquil and shit.
- Mm-hmm. - Know what I mean?
Come on, yo.
That's the frequency, that--that, uh...
that Wu shit.
Hold on.
Hey, yo, that's-- that's hair?
Nah, why I got thread in my shit, son?
[indistinct chatter]
Nah, son.
Which one of y'all niggas was using my grill, son?
What with the fucking grill, son?
GRANDMA DYNAMITE: Igor, come in.
They want to make a pit stop.
Next exit.
DIVINE: Booked you a hotel room
so you can shower and shit.
Be back in one hour.
I ain't going after Dirty.
- [chuckles] - Word.
- Should roll dice, son. - Yeah, word, word.
Let's roll dice on it and all that.
METH: Yo yo, yo, yo, yo.
[indistinct chatter]
I know for a fact
Power's not sharing a room with those guys, so...
Well, this, uh, room is for management...
Usually.
- Thanks, brother. - Mm-hmm.
DECK: ♪ I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier ♪
♪ The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor ♪
♪ Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan ♪
♪ Swingin' through your town ♪
♪ Like your neighborhood Spider-Man ♪
RAEKWON: Whoo, this show is gonna be live tonight.
Word. U-GOD: Word, son.
Hopefully Meth don't hog the mic
and talk for two minutes like last show.
Yo, yo. So Virginia Beach thanks you.
- Hey, Killa. - Yo.
Whoo! [indistinct chatter]
Yo, Bobby, can you give this to Spencer, please?
- Right here, right here. - I got a toss it.
U-ee, Rae.
- Boom. - Yeah.
DIVINE: Can you give this to Meth?
All right, y'all, have a good show.
Hey, yo, bring me the dice, son.
You know I don't be gambling before the show, son.
All right, play me in chess then, nigga. What the fuck?
All these shorties in here, you want to play--
gamble and play chess?
Nah, son. I feel that shit burning down there, son.
I'm cool on that right now, son.
Shit, if you feeling that way,
you might as well burn some of that paper, god.
Come on, son, $100 a show.
Let me get some of that.
♪ ♪
KARINA: This what you always do at a party?
Sulk in the corner?
Karina, what up, baby?
Can't believe I'm seeing you.
- [laughs] - What you doing here?
I'm shooting a video.
- Oh, word? - Yeah.
And you heard Wu was in town, huh?
Yeah, you know, my friends are fans.
What about you?
I just came for the free drinks.
[both laugh]
What's wrong?
You got another headache?
No, I'm good now...
thanks to you and your temple rub and all that.
[both chuckle]
♪ ♪
Hey, yo, I love Virginia Beach, word.
Yeah, me too.
Want to go out and walk around and shit?
Yeah.
All right, come on.
♪ ♪
Ratted him out real quick.
Sit down.
- Tony Bennett? - Nope.
Uh, do I know you?
No, but I know you.
We spotted you at three different Wu shows.
Am I in some kind of trouble?
Depends.
You made that?
- Please don't hurt me. - How would you punish a thief?
Oh, fuck.
And we saw the same one at the Philly show
and the Baltimore one too. What's up with that?
Look, I'm really sorry.
I don't want a fucking apology, nigga.
I ain't got time for that. Tell me how you do it.
Do what?
You sell these for 10 bucks a pop, right?
What's the hustle?
Me and my friends bought a press.
We make all the shirts ourselves.
- And how you move the product? - My uncle's a truck driver.
He delivers 'em for free.
- How many stops? - 27.
27.
[scoffs] Y'all niggas get around, huh?
So who they? Your little homeys and shit?
- There's a chat board. - What the fuck is that?
It's a place where people talk online.
Look, we're really big fans--
- Shut up. - Okay.
You been stealing money out of my fucking pocket, nigga.
That's the problem.
It won't happen again.
Oh, I know it ain't gonna happen again.
You know better than that.
What are you gonna do to me?
[scoffs] I'ma offer you a job.
What if I supplied you with the real shit?
You know what I mean?
And, you know, I break your uncle off
with a little something-something too.
Are you for real?
We got a deal?
[chuckles] Yeah, absolutely.
Does this mean I'm part of the Wu-Tang Clan?
- Fuck, no. - Okay.
[scoffs] Fuck out of here.
Look, take that.
METH: Yo, when tonight's matchup come up,
hit any button seven times.
Then you gonna press and hold B, C, and up.
- Nigga, that works? - [scoffs]
You'll be on fire the whole game, son.
That's my word.
Oh, we makin' some money today, baby.
Yo, that smell, son-- it's Igor.
Hey, yo. You supposed to be sleeping in the hotel room
when we stop overnight.
'Vine gives you money.
Man, he pocketing that money
and sleeping on the bus with his stank ass.
Fuck you. Fuck you, too, motherfucker.
Yo, son, what the fuck is on my grill, son?
You got some fucking-- yo, what the fuck?
Fuck you too.
[commotion, screaming]
Okay. [sighs]
[engine turning over]
All right.
You know, I took this job
so I wouldn't have to drive no bus no more.
[chuckles] It's funny how things come full circle, right?
- Like the wheels on a bus. - [chuckles]
DENNIS: Yeah. So you know how you got Mercury, right?
She the one that's closest to the sun and all that,
always around and shit.
Mars is like,
you know, the one you got to go visit.
Venus is mad hot.
That's you. [Karina chuckles]
Then you got your Earth.
That's who you build a life with and all that.
She like the matriarch, for real.
That's your girl back home.
Yeah, Shurrie.
- [inhales deeply] - She--
I already...
learned about the solar system in school.
[laughing] DENNIS: All right.
If you're trying to get out the house, my mom says
that you're welcome to--
She's just trying to help, Nia. What do you want me to say?
Okay, look, no, no, we got to hit the road
if we're gonna make it to the show on time, okay?
So, look, Nia, I'm gonna call you later.
Yeah, I-I love you too.
Every time I'm away, it's the same drama.
It's always some shit.
What's going on with you?
There's this one shorty.
She been with us, uh, for a few stops now.
You know what I'm saying? With Ghost.
I know it's hard, but you have to leave this be, Bobby.
Yo...
did you know about this?
Well, you know, not exactly this one, but...
look, Ghost and our sister, they have an arrangement, okay?
And Shurrie is cool with this shit?
"Cool" isn't the word I would use,
but our sister is not stupid.
Why the fuck would she talk to you
about this shit and not me?
I don't know, nigga, maybe 'cause she knew
you'd react the way that you reacting right now.
Hey, look, I don't give a fuck, all right?
This is our little sister, yo.
I hear you, but look, Bobby, we don't know, right?
What happens behind closed doors is their business.
Look, the whole reason they didn't tell us
about their shit in the first place
is because they knew we'd be sticking our noses in it.
Bobby, you control the music.
You cannot control their personal lives.
I mean, I learned that shit the hard way on the last tour.
Shit. Whatever.
Yo, I'm not getting on that bus, yo.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no, no, no.
I told you the executive bus is for management.
The tour bus, that's for artists.
- Yeah, I'm both, remember? - But that's the problem.
Right now you are a rapper on a group tour.
Stop acting like one of the suits
trying to control everything.
Bobby, it's only a matter of time
before they start to resent you for it.
[sighs]
Let me be the one that they hate.
Okay?
DIRTY: ♪ Like a stink bomb ♪
♪ Boom! Blowin' up niggas mad bigger than the trigger ♪
♪ So you better run for cover ♪
♪ Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass ♪
♪ A 40-ounce bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass ♪
♪ Whoo-whoo-whoo, I swear to lives ♪
♪ Is he gonna live, Doc? No the nigga died ♪
♪ The maximum of MCs are populating ♪
♪ The minimum of those MCs are dominating... ♪
Yo, they must have been cooking for days, son.
- [laughs] - That's love, son.
RAEKWON: These people thought about everything, son.
She was even talking some shit
about vegan marshmallows and all that.
- "Vegan marshmallows"? - Yeah. Shit crazy.
They got chicken right here.
They ain't got no other options, bro?
Hey, yo. What's the holdup?
I'm saying, I'm hungry as hell.
Shit smell mad good.
What's taking y'all niggas so long?
Yeah, all right. You see that right there.
What you eating? You ain't eating nothing?
DENNIS: Yo, nigga, shut the fuck up, nigga.
Matter of fact, move over here.
All right. [laughs]
He said I can't talk that. I can't blame you now.
Damn, Rae, you gonna save some for the rest of us?
Fat ass.
Bro, niggas be getting wild disrespectful.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
it ain't worth going to war over, god.
Hey, yo. METH: Yo.
I just got us three radio interviews for tomorrow.
Three? BOBBY: Yeah, nigga.
We don't even get three interviews in New York, son.
- I know, right? - That's peace.
So, uh, with that,
we're gonna have to divide and conquer.
So it's gonna be me, Deck, and Dirty.
GZA, you're gonna be with Rae and Ghost and Killa.
And that leaves U-God and Meth, all right?
Cars get here at 6:30 sharp.
Yo, you putting me with Meth, nigga? With Meth?
- Yeah. - Why?
[whispering] Yo, we all gotta do promo, all right?
Fuck that, nigga. You know all this nigga do is talk.
You should ask us about this shit.
It's already decided, all right?
DENNIS: I'ma watch you
in your little video when it drop, right?
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
All right. This was fun.
Yeah, no doubt.
I'ma see you in New York or...
Yeah, of course.
Am I gonna see you?
- Yeah. - [chuckles]
You my Venus. I told you that.
- Just remember I told you that. - [laughs]
Right. Right.
All right, well, be safe.
All right. Later.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, yo.
I've been peeping you after, like, every show, a'ight?
What? You squeezing the promoters off on the side?
That's what you doing?
You say something?
Hey, don't fucking play with me, son, come on.
Why wouldn't I ask for more money
if they selling extra tickets?
Yeah, but what you doing? You holding us hostage?
Like we not gonna go to the stage
unless you get more CREAM-- that's what it is?
They always seem to come up with the money.
Yeah, but is Wu seeing any of it?
There is no money unless I go and get it, all right?
It's not coming out of your pocket
or anybody else's either.
You the scheming-ass motherfucker from before.
All fucking day. Don't you ever forget about it.
And you can thank my scheming ways for that Jesus piece.
We all gotta eat.
Yo, it ain't even like--
it ain't even like I'm mad at the hustle.
Know what I mean? I just don't like niggas
trying to do shit and be slick about it.
Doing shit without you knowing and shit like that.
You know what I'm saying?
I'm not asking your permission
for some shit that directly affects your pockets, son.
Word. Word.
You know what I'm saying, son?
Yeah. Nah, I feel you.
We'll talk about this shit tomorrow.
- Yeah, son. - [grunts]
DJ: We're sitting here with the one and only Method Man
of the Wu-Tang clan live in studio.
Welcome to Charleston, Mr. Meth.
Why didn't you go with the others?
[scoffs] What's the use?
Meth sit there and suck up
all the fucking oxygen out the room.
Nobody else can get a word in edgewise when he around.
METH: Well, you know,
there's a bunch of talented artists this year.
You think you could take me somewhere with a gift shop,
somewhere down there?
I think I'm gonna get something for my little man.
- Please? - [scoffs]
I can't move this bus an inch
without the okay from management.
Come on, Grandma, I'm just going down the street.
Rules are rules.
Fuck the rules.
[sighs]
This some bullshit, man. Check this shit out.
Grandma D, where RZA at?
Yo, what's wrong?
U-God shit on the bus!
Oh, goddamn.
Oh, it's worse than when Frampton sacrificed the rabbit.
Are you serious?
Oh! [laughs] You almost had me there.
- Yo, what's good? - We got bigger problems, cuz.
Yo, look, the journalist's article came out, yo.
It's some bullshit.
- Yo, what the fuck? - [scoffs]
"The RZA blames the lack of decent education in the South
for his grandfather's troubles"?
"A proper education isn't an op--"
Yo, I didn't even fucking say this shit, yo.
Yo, this motherfucker switched up my fucking words, yo.
I told you not to fuck with him, yo.
Yo, what the fuck?
What the fuck?
[thunder rumbling]
BOBBY: Yo, all I told the man was Grandpa's story.
I wasn't shitting on the South...
at all.
- I know. - [scoffs]
But that's the thing with reporters, god.
You can't always control what they write.
You think it's about coincidence
that this shit comes out
right when we about to hit the Southern leg of our tour?
Don't believe in coincidences.
Beef sells.
Yeah.
It's the chef right now.
It's the chef! It's the chef, son!
Nah, nah, nigga. You know I like all of that.
I like all of that.
- Hold on. Hold on. - Run that shit back, son.
That's what I been saying, cuz. [indistinct chatter]
- DIRTY: Double up! - Now you talking crazy, son.
Yo, yo, yo, get in on this, man. Get your money out, son.
- This is all I got. - You got 30 minutes.
Come on, I don't want to hear that righteous shit.
- Come on, have some fun. - Yo, who the shooter, god?
You the shooter. Take this shit.
I put the whole show on this shit.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
- Sixes. Sixes. - Sixes?
He said sixes. Nah. Nah.
No way in hell, son. No way in hell, son. No way.
- Oh! - I'm back, baby.
That's my shit.
That's my CREAM. That's my CREAM.
I can't hear you, Rae. I can't hear you, Rae.
DIRTY: Gets nothing, son.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
This, uh...
this local paper picked up on the story.
Think it's gonna be a problem?
I don't know.
Shit, maybe.
Word.
What's good with you?
Son, when did Killa
become an official member of the Clan, son?
I thought there was eight members of the group.
Well, who said anything about him
being a member of the group?
We breaking him off like he part of the group, son.
There's nine equal stacks every time.
Killa my man. He can roll up. He can drink.
He can do whatever he want to do, son.
I'm cool.
But when it come to my money,
you gonna have to talk to me first, son.
We all doing equal work, right?
Equal? Word. Word. Equal.
So why you got the whole back area, son?
Know what I mean? Why not Meth? Why not Dirty?
Why you make all the decisions, son? Equal?
Hey.
[sighs]
All right.
How about this?
Let's take this to the guys.
Let's see what they got to say, huh?
- Let's talk to 'em. - Yeah, let's talk to 'em.
DIVINE: Charleston thanks you.
DIRTY: Ooh-whee! BOBBY: Hey, yo.
DIRTY: That's what I'm talking about.
BOBBY: Hey, yo, watch out.
Yo, uhm don't touch that. We got to--we got to talk.
DIRTY: Don't touch what?
So, uh, we need to discuss
how this money's gonna be split up.
If anyone has a problem, say that shit now.
Hey, RZA, what's the issue?
Oh, uh, ask Rae.
My problem is simple.
We cutting the cake nine ways, right?
Last I checked, there was eight members in this crew.
- Wow. - No disrespect and all that,
but it's a little unclear who's in the group.
So I think if Killa's traveling with us,
he should get paid.
You know what I'm saying? But that's just me.
RAEKWON: I mean, the same amount, though, son?
Killa's only on one song.
U-God's only on two songs. He's in the group, isn't he?
For sure.
I mean, now that you bring that up--
Oh, okay, so it's like that, son?
It's like that? RAEKWON: I'm just saying.
- You know what I mean? - Stepped into some shit now.
Yo, yo, yo. We all equal, god. Word.
But you got a gold album. Know what I'm saying?
Meth about to go double platinum any day now, son.
Don't bring me in this shit, son.
I'm saying, shouldn't they get more?
They bring in the crowd.
The fans are coming here to see them.
[indistinct chatter]
So you talking about a tier system, god.
- RZA, you good with that? - Nah, nigga.
Yo, look, I be doing a lot for y'all, all right? So...
RAEKWON: Right, a lot.
We signed that contract and everything,
gave you control and shit,
but we ain't give you control of our food.
All right.
So maybe, uh, we handle this as a group.
Who's in the group?
'Cause we keep coming back to the main question.
- [dice clacking] - Should we roll for it?
Hey, yo, stop playing. nigga.
Yo, stop telling me what to do, son.
Yo, this whole conversation is stupid, son,
Yeah, of course you don't give a fuck, nigga.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means you got other ways to make money, right?
So what? What's stopping you from doing the same?
Even Mook out here getting money.
So what? You knew about that shit?
Whoa, whoa, all y'all know
about Mook taking our shit, son?
Shit crazy.
Hey, yo, y'all bugging the fuck out, for real.
But, you know, I don't got-- I don't got a solo album yet,
so I'm chilling.
Go make one, son. Fuck you talking to me for?
With what fucking beats?
RZA did your whole album and yours too.
You can get beats from anywhere, son.
Rest of us just stuck here waiting around.
They got record deals with release dates.
Of course I'm handling them first.
Why don't I have a deal, then?
Yo, can we just smoke some weed and move the fuck on?
This nigga's always fucking talking, son.
Yo, you coming at me?
Yeah, you don't care 'cause you know you good.
Shit, maybe I should get paid more,
just to listen to your bullshit.
Nigga, I was the only one with an album before Wu.
- So? - And?
- Seniority trumps, right? - [scoffs]
Hmm.
GZA: Look, that's not what I'm saying, god.
What I'm saying is with y'all logic,
I should be getting paid more than all y'all, then.
That ain't my logic. That's Rae's shit.
Yo, the hell is a tier system anyway?
We talking about getting paid from bars?
'Cause I'm on all the songs. Name one hit song I'm not on.
Yo, son, I was never talking about a tier system, son.
- Shit. - My point remains.
Is there nine members, or is there eight members?
Yo, check it out, son.
All this back-and-forth shit started 'cause of me.
But you know what? I don't give a fuck, nigga.
I'm a G-O-D. How about that?
[scoffs] Shit.
Yo, that little interview you gave
got the crowd going rowdy.
You all better bring the fucking ruckus tonight.
You on in 30.
[crowd shouting outside]
What the fuck is going on here?
You're on in 30, all right? Don't fuck this money up.
[glass shattering]
[indistinct shouting]
[crowd booing]
[indistinct chatter]
PERSON: Bring your sorry asses of the bus!
- ALL: Oh! - Shit.
Yo, yo, chill. [indistinct shouting]
Come on, drive, drive! Let's go. What the fuck?
Y'all really fucking lucky, son.
Hey, yo, drive. Drive. Drive. We good. We good.
- Get out of here. - What's up?
- This is crazy, yo. - Hey, yo,
all things considered, sons, we had a good show.
What the fuck you talking about, nigga?
- We was all over the place. - Exactly.
Wu stands for "witty unpredictable," yo.
They ain't know whether we was gonna
throw our hands in the air
or throw our hands at each other.
Whether they was going lift up their shirt
to show they Glocks or their titties, yo.
[laughter]
Yo, ain't nobody showing no titties, son.
Nah, son. You missing it and shit.
There was some shorties on the left and shit, son.
Had them. No, you seeing them, right?
Word up, god. They make 'em thick in the South.
Word, yo.
Hey, yo, shit is way more fun when it is out of control, son.
That's all I'm saying.
Your whole fucking "Chessboxin" verse
was out of control, brother, like, for real.
I couldn't understand a fucking word you were saying.
'Cause he be forgetting the words every time, son.
Every time.
That's 'cause it's not about the words, son.
It's about the feeling.
I was feeling like you
was about to have a heart attack onstage,
- how you was spazzing out. - Ha-ha!
About to give you CPR, son.
Yo. [laughter]
GZA: I'ma show you a few things.
Get 'em with the Shaolin style.
Come on. Pay attention, yo, okay?
[doo-wop music playing]
SINGER: ♪ But you're here to stay ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It seems I met you... ♪
[pager beeping]
♪ When my love had gone away ♪
Yo, Power, let me see that phone real quick, son.
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ Start each day out ♪
♪ Just by saying... ♪
♪ ♪
Yo, Keisha.
Hold on, hold on. Calm down. Tell me what happened.
You said what?
Yo, stop the fucking bus!
POWER: Yo, where are you going, son?
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.
Oh, shit.
Oh, sh--
Damn, son, I mean, I can't even imagine--
Nah, nigga, you can't imagine that shit.
Yo, just ride with us to the next city
and catch a plane, all right?
I'm not waiting, son.
I'll hitch a ride on a train if I have to.
Just don't do no stupid shit, nigga.
Say what?
I'm saying don't get caught up in that street shit.
We done with that.
Hey, yo, I'm talking to you.
Yo. Yo!
[Billie Holiday's "Good Morning Heartache"]
♪ ♪
Yo, he took my gun, son.
BILLIE: ♪ Whoa, whoa, oh ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You old gloomy sight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
♪ Thought we'd said goodbye last night ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I tossed and turned ♪
♪ Until it seemed ♪
♪ That you had gone ♪
♪ ♪
♪ But here you are ♪
♪ With the dawn ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, wish I'd forget you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ But you're here to stay ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ It seems I met you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ When my love had gone away ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ Start each day out ♪
♪ Just by ♪
♪ Saying to you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Good morning, heartache ♪
COACH: Get on the line!