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‐ You know, I played Bobby
your tape before he left.

He like, "That's‐‐that's
the guy I need.

I need that bass."

‐ Sign with me.

Sounds better than slanging

on the corner and
getting locked up, right?

‐ How the fuck you gon'
even say some shit like that

to me, man?

You know you dope.

‐ Go get that cream, son.

‐ Yo, I need to fuck
with my own name.

I see you, Inspectah.

Picked a new name.
Shallah Raekwon.

‐ You know, if that
bullet would've went

this way or that way, shit
could've been sideways for you.

‐ Hey, yo, you wasting
our studio time.

‐ My voice is a
instrument, fool!

The one‐man army Ason!

‐ What even is this, a quill?

The dead nation must arise,

for the time is at hand.

Are you not ready to rise?

I was putting together a crew.

You're both a part
of it, a'ight?

‐ Nah, I ain't in no crew.

‐ You seem to be riding
for somebody pretty hard

when you blasted my mom
crib, remember that?

Y'all are my brothers. I
can't do this without you.

The whole industry will
know that Wu‐Tang Clan

ain't nothing to fuck with.

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‐ Pssh.

Hey, yo, son, these
contracts is mad thick, son.

‐ I ain't finna sit here
and read all this shit.

You better off telling
niggas what you want.

‐ Give me five
years of your life.

‐ He's late.

‐ Hey, yo, uh...

I'm really fucking
with that suit.

‐ How about you focus
on the meeting, huh?

Yo, you sure we can
trust this lawyer, huh?

‐ Yeah, yeah.

Mr. Wagner. He did my, uh‐‐

my Prince Rakeem deal, so, um...

‐ Oh, okay. Is‐‐is
that a good thing?

You know, because the
reason we're here...

‐ Oh, fuck off. ‐ Is because

‐ of this Prince Rakeem
deal. ‐Mister Diggs?

We're here to incorporate

Wu‐Tang Productions.

You're sure about
the name, Wu‐Tang?

‐ Yeah.

Your whole lobby has
an Asian vibe to it.

We thought you'd be into it.

‐ Yeah, on my walls.
We already own it.

The name stays.

Your brother? ‐ Divine.

And my business partner.

‐ My firm can handle everything.

Once we get the trademark,
we can begin to‐‐

‐ Oh, I already registered.

Here's the city of approval,

business license, PO box.

Mm, you got the DBA, too?

‐ Yeah, we like to hit
the ground running.

You got a logo?

Our design team is
working on mockups.

‐ I prefer to file
everything at once,

but, uh, we can
proceed without it.

‐ Could that be
problematic or...?

‐ Not unless you
plan to use the image

on any apparel, merchandise,
posters, album covers, flyers,

or anything else intended to
promote the company until then.

‐ I thought we had
Mathematics on that shit?

‐ You'll have it by
tomorrow. ‐ Perfect.

That way, I can have
my assistant review

the pro forma before
we submit to the board.

‐ Pro forma. Of course.

Oh. Why are there eight names

listed under
recipient of shares?

‐ I wanted to divide the company

among the other group members.

‐ Let them each
invest if you like,

but don't give away any shares.

‐ Look, me and you both know
how shit went down before.

Business mandates got in the
way of creative decisions.

What I'm trying to do is
build this group on a...

on a more spiritual level.

‐ Spiritual? Okay.

That's why I'm the lawyer and
you're the artist, Rakeem.

‐ It's RZA now. ‐
RZA, Rakeem, Bobby,

it's the same answer
for all three of you‐‐

don't give away a single share.

Talk some sense
into your partner.

It's, um...

it's kind of like
selling a brick.

You got to‐‐you got to
recoup before you pay out.

‐ Yeah.

‐ You're the client.
It's your call.

Just know, if you've got eight
entities from the get‐go,

I'm gonna have to set
this company up as an LLC

so I can protect you
when this goes bad.

Will you be able
to get each member

to sign individual contracts?

‐ Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Let's touch base tomorrow.

But a little bookkeeping
before you go‐‐

we take personal checks
and all major credit cards.

Yeah, that works.

‐ Always keep me waiting.

‐ The RZA and Divine
of Wu‐Tang Productions,

guys, meet another of
my talented clients.

‐ Chris. Nice to meet you.

‐ When did you get in?

‐ Last night.
Whirlwind weekend.

Took the redeye home
after the Tunnel.

You had a‐‐you had a
performance at the Tunnel?

- Yeah.
- Sick.

I can put you on the list.

Forget the damn list. Play
one of Wu‐Tang's songs.

Look, this guy charges
me by the hour,

and he starts the clock
when we make eye contact.

So leave me a tape
and your info, a'ight?

‐ A'ight. Yo.

‐ Oh. Hey, yo, yo, sorry.

Hey, we ran out
of... business cards.

Shit.

‐ Um... shut it.

‐ Need to go and get
some egg cartons.

‐ Yeah, and add business
cards to the list, too, huh?

The most important thing

is to get everyone to
sign those contracts.

‐ Yo, that stack you gave him,

was that all the
money you had left?

‐ Pretty much, but it's
worth every dollar.

It's all talk until everybody
signs on that dotted line.

Yo, but good shit in
there with the lawyer.

I see you been reading that
book from cover to cover.

‐ Thanks. Yeah.

But what the fuck
does pro forma mean?

Yo, yo.

Let's get this studio built

so we can control
our own destiny.

Now we can make our
music independently,

without a label.

We finish this up,

we can fit at least two
MCs in a booth at once.

‐ So we building a real studio?

‐ Yep, yep, yep.

I got Power out now

getting all the equipment,
and, uh, the rest is up to us.

‐ Hey, yo, this shit
is mad rusty, son.

‐ Yeah, well, it
gets the job done.

Yo, you even allowed
to do all of this?

Don't renovations
break the lease?

Yo, at my mom's spot‐‐

‐ We finish up the booth, then
we get started on the speakers.

All right?

‐ Where?

‐ Ain't no room
for a bed as it is,

let alone a crib.

Gonna hang them
from the ceiling.

‐ A'ight, so which one of
y'all done construction before?

'Cause...

Men, where's Divine at?

He the one that's good

with all this Bob Vila‐ass‐shit.

Yo, he's out
handling Wu business.

It's up to us to handle this.

I'll get started on the booth,

and you two can
install the bass traps.

‐ Nah, I got it.

‐ Hey, yo, I know what
you trying to do, son.

‐ I'm trying to make dope music.

Can't do that until
we finish this up.

So y'all two niggas
better figure it out.

Shurrie.

She must be on her
way with the baby.

He, yo, genius! ‐ Yo.

I can't even make a phone call.

I thought you were gonna
activate the landline.

‐ Empty your pockets.

I'll go hit the pay
phone, get us set up, yo.

‐ More fucking bread...

‐ AKG‐C414‐EB. ‐
That's the mic?

‐ Oh, not just any
microphone‐‐ brass capsules,

nine polar patterns,
state‐of‐the‐art components,

and the last one
we have in stock.

The Ensoniq EPS 16 Plus sampler,

two mixers, cables, controllers,

headphones, three
speakers, the mic,

DBX Dual Compressors.

‐ CBS what? ‐ DBX
Dual Compressors.

Is there anything
else you might‐‐

‐ No, we good, we good.
If you have trouble

with the SL‐4 library
sounds for the EPS 16,

try to adjust each
sample on its own.

‐ Yo, how much all
this shit cost, yo?

That's two bricks.

‐ Bricks, sir?

‐ Forget it.

Hey, this for you.

Take that shit, nigga.
Pack all that shit up, kid.

Appreciate that.

‐ Yo, you unplugged
my shit. Hey, yo,

I could sleep in
the bathtub, son.

Wouldn't be the first time.

No, you and‐‐you and
Shurrie take the bed.

I got the couch.

‐ Shit, ain't nobody
gonna be doing no sleeping

if I don't get this crib built.

Hey, yo, I got the‐‐I got
the one Rie wanted, too.

Fucking highway robbery what
they charging for a cage.

‐ I'm letting you
know, I'm not‐‐

I'm not changing no diapers, yo.

‐ Nigga, that's
your nephew, son.

Just letting you know, yo.

‐ You gon' act like that?

Yo, I mean that. Not a one.

Yeah, whatever, nigga.

‐ She gets in at00,
right? ‐ Yeah.

So I got plenty of time

to finish the crib
before they walk in.

‐ Y'all over here talking
about building a crib,

when we supposed to be
building a recording studio.

It's a problem?
‐ What you mean

"Is it a problem?"
What are we doing here?

‐ I be Sam. Sam I am.

Yes, sir. Mm‐hmm.

‐ Yo, we told you to
go and get cartons,

not go out and buy eggs, yo.

‐ Hey, yo, son, how I'm
supposed to get egg cartons

without the eggs, man? ‐ Yo‐‐

‐ Now, I know you
don't expect me

to go dumpster diving, right?

Look at these kicks, man.

Now, where the pots
and pans at, son?

‐ Hey, yo, for
what, son? For what?

Leave the eggs here.

Go and get some cartons, a'ight?

And you can get
food at the store.

Nigga, you trying
to make a sandwich

while we working and shit?

‐ You know I can't work
on an empty stomach, man.

- Love wasting money.
- Wasting money.

Good morning. I'm
your operator, Shelly.

How can I be of assistance?

‐ Peace, God.

Uh, so how can I help you?

‐ Need to activate the phone
line for account 235‐A34.

And name on the account?

‐ Wu‐Tang Productions.

It appears there's an
outstanding balance

of $580 listed here.

How would you like
to pay that today?

‐ That's not our balance.
That's the last tenant.

Oh, okay, then
you'll need to fax

your lease agreement over,
or you can bring it down

to one of our satellite offices.

‐ How we gonna fax something
without a working line?

Man, fuck all that bullshit.

Sir, that language
is unacceptable.

‐ Yo, look‐‐

What the fuck's going
on with the power?

Fuck.

Got to get these
damn contracts ready.

- Mm‐hmm..
- "Pro forma.

"Official document,
financial statement,

or a legal form."
Because he's right here.

Yo, what that man
saying about me?

‐ My dad wants his
suit back, sarakay.

‐ Tell him I need to borrow
it for maybe another day.

More like two.

‐ Can he keep it,
uh, for a little‐‐

yes, a little bit‐‐

Mm, okay. Barakmati.

‐ Mm, barakmati.

So what'd he say?

‐ He said you've
come a long way...

and it ain't got nothing
to do with a suit.

‐ What did he really say?

‐ Have it dry‐cleaned.

‐ Light starch.

Yo. ‐ Yo, what up, Math?

‐ Peace, God.

What up? ‐ Yeah, welcome.

‐ Peace.

‐ So how's the‐‐
how's the job site?

‐ No, no, you know, shit,
same soup, just reheated.

‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ Been hiding away

most of the day on the rooftop
working on these logos.

‐ Ooh! Okay,
a'ight. Let me see.

‐ Got you, huh?

Bam, bam! Protect your neck!

Mm! You like that?

‐ We, uh‐‐we trying
to start a business,

you know, not make
a horror flick.

‐ Yo, RZA said you want to be
cutting people's heads off.

‐ Okay.

Mathematics, just
take a seat, please.

All right, so, um, what
we need is we need a logo

that's, uh‐‐that's gonna

call out to the people
like the Bat‐Signal.

Yeah?

This is gonna make
them run and hide.

‐ You want less
blood? No blood.

No severed heads. This is‐‐

this isn't Friday the 13th.

‐ A'ight, back to the
drawing board, then.

‐ I need it by tomorrow.

‐ Tomorrow? That's a rush job.

‐ I know, but can you
just do me this one favor?

‐ Yo, I got to charge
you more. That's double.

‐ Okay. Okay, okay.

Hey, look, you come back
later, I'll have it for you.

‐ A'ight, I better
get to work, then.

‐ Oh. Y'all making
a horror movie?

‐ Hey, careful, Killah.

‐ Hey, yo, this shit
kind of therapeutic.

I ain't even gonna front, son.

‐ Hell, yeah.

Feels kind of good to be
building some shit, right?

‐ Yo, yo. Check it out, yo.

Hell, yeah.

We got everything to record now.

Ain't nothing gonna stop us.

Ah.

It's only one mic?

‐ Yeah. You know how
much that shit cost?

‐ Yeah. Yo, I do. I just‐‐

we need‐‐ we need
two microphones.

Just have these
niggas pass‐‐pass it

back and forth and shit.

‐ They can't be
passing microphones

back and forth on skits.

‐ Yeah, it's time
for my break, son.

‐ Thanks, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What do you mean,
man? ‐ What the fuck?

I didn't use anything.

Oh, shit!

Yo, what's wrong?

That's my building manager.

‐ Probably about the
electricity and shit.

‐ Hey, yo, she see all
of this shit, it's over.

‐ She sees the wall back there,
we'll get fucking evicted.

‐ You want me to go handle
it? ‐ I'll handle it.

You guys just stay put.

Be easy. Don't make any noise.

A'ight? Yeah, a'ight.

Hey, is your power out?

‐ I don't... I don't know.

‐ You don't know
if you have power?

How's that?

‐ I just‐‐I just moved here.

I don't really have
anything inside.

‐ I keep telling these people
don't use too much juice,

or they're gonna
break the circuit.

‐ You should try one
of these other tenants.

I didn't‐‐I didn't use
any power, so maybe it's‐‐

it's one of them over there.

Ah, fuck. ‐ What's that?

‐ What do you...

‐ I thought‐‐you
said there was no‐‐

I think it's the
whole block, son.

I just came from the
next building over.

I know the super. His
power just came back on.

‐ Well, my guy's not here today.

‐ I got you.

I took a few classes
in trade school.

Where your box at?

‐ In the maintenance room.

‐ It's not haunted, is it?

No.

Trade school, huh?

‐ I was tryin' to work
for NASA and shit.

Thank you.

Come on. Let's go!

Come on, baby, four, five, six.

Four, five, six,
four, five, six.

‐ Yo, Poppy, are you
gon' roll the dice,

or you're trying to
stick your dick in it?

‐ Come on, kid. I ain't
got all day, let's go.

‐ Damn! Why y'all rushing me?

‐ Give me my shit.

‐ Yo, I heard
Bobby's back in town.

‐ Yeah.

He changed his
name again, right?

From Rakeem to the RZA.

Yeah, something like that.

‐ Y'all gonna do
more joints together?

‐ I guess.

After I empty everyone
of y'all pockets!

Pssh, yeah, right.

‐ Yo, shorty.

You still trying to play?

Yo, how much money you
lost today already?

‐ Yo, come on.
Chill out, big bro.

Yo!

‐ I'm getting my money back
from one of y'all niggas.

A'ight?

Oh, yes, sir. Four, five, six.

‐ Yo, good lookin' on the bail.

‐ Yo, you already
know we got you.

What's up, dog?

‐ Yo, We need to
head to the stu.

Them niggas Ghost and
Rae are already there.

- Ghost?
- D‐Lover.

Changed his name to
Ghostface Killah,

like in the movies and shit.

Yo, him and Rae?
In the same room?

U‐ That Park
Hill‐Stapleton shit?

That shit is over now, son.

‐ Word?

‐ RZA had them squash that shit.

‐ RZA, who's that?
‐ Bobby, son.

He call himself The RZA now.

‐ Yo, how long I
been locked up for?

‐ Shit, nigga, a
long time, nigga.

‐ Yo, pass the method, son.
I got to get my mental right.

‐ Oh, shit!

Man, these instructions

don't even make sense.

Oh, shit.

Yo, the Inspectah, in the flesh.

Peace, peace. You good?

U‐God, what's up, kid?

Yo, it took mad long, son.

What, jakes is fucking
with you on lockup?

‐ Yo, bon‐bon, yo.

What up, son?
What up? What up?

Peace.

- What's the word?
- What's good, niggas?

‐ Yo, Poppy got hit, son.

Is he...

‐ Shit fucked up, son.

‐ Just minding his business.

He wasn't even doin' nothing.
The bullet wasn't even for him.

‐ Bullets don't
got names on them.

I was out there
all afternoon, son.

It could be me in a
fucking body bag right now.

Yeah, I hear you.

Shit, I got hit.

‐ Shit, my leg's
still fucked up.

I could still be in prison.

Yo, all of us,

we've been through
our shit, right?

But we all here now,
with our brothers.

‐ So this the new, uh...

this the new studio, huh?

‐ Yeah. Let's use it.

Let's make some
fucking music, yeah?

‐ I got some new shit
I been working on.

Let me finish this shit, son.

Yo, I finally got
this shit done!

‐ Yo, the springboard's
on backwards, guy.

Put the mattress in, the
baby's shit might collapse.

‐ What are you
talking about, son?

‐ What did he say?

‐ Springs is on backwards.

Put the baby in there,
it might collapse.

Motherfucker!

‐ Hey, yo, yo, yo,
yo! Chill, Killah.

‐ Nah, 'cause I been working
on this shit all day.

Now I got to take this
shit a‐fucking‐part

and put it back together,

and Shurrie is at the
station, my nigga.

You gon' go pick
her up? Nah, right?

She been on the bus seven hours.

This ain't a fucking joke.

‐ It ain't even
that serious, nigga.

‐ Yo, this nigga
bugging. ‐ Tripping, yo.

‐ Yo, who got the
method, man? ‐ We dry.

U‐Let me call my
mans real quick.

That's fucked, yeah, nigga.

‐ Yo, what up with the phone?

The phone is disconnected.

Electricity is out.
U‐What you mean it's out?

What the fuck is we
doing here for, then?

It's out, nigga.

‐ Yo, no power. No
phone. No damn weed.

Man, I thought we was
making music, son.

‐ This nigga ain't
got shit, man.

Shit's wack, man.

Fuck out of here.

Name me one famous company

that doesn't have
a memorable logo.

‐ Stop selling and
get to the point, son.

What are we doing?
Rolling Stones‐‐

We got the Rolling Stones,
they have that red tongue.

Listen, listen, listen.
‐ Pink Floyd's got that‐‐

‐ I agreed to bankroll
Bobby's music.

‐ I hear you‐‐ know
what I'm saying?

No, I hear you, but
this goes beyond music.

‐ Next thing you know,
you'll want me to pay

for fucking business
cards and shit, right?

You should be more worried...
‐ Hey, look, man...

About getting all them cats
to sign them contracts.

‐ Math has been working
on this Wu logo for weeks,

and we still haven't paid him.

‐ Yo, did you not see
all that new equipment

I bought for Bobby
for the studio?

Did you not see
that shit? Right.

‐ And not to mention
the fucking tools,

the rugs, bail money.

Now you want me to pay
for a fucking logo, nigga?

A fucking logo?

‐ You the executive producer
of the album, right?

Well, that logo is gonna be
on the cover of that album.

‐ Oh, word?

‐ You know, I swear
with y'all niggas,

it's like one handout
after the next, right?

I'm down to my last stack.

‐ Look, this is why you'll
be first to reap the rewards

when we blow up.

So can you just pay
the man so he can‐‐

he can deliver me the logo,

so then I can give the
logo to the lawyer,

so the lawyer can deliver
the pro forma tomorrow?

You not hearing me.

I spent everything I had on
that fucking equipment, nigga.

I'm basically broke, son.

‐ Are you serious?

No, no, what‐‐ yo,
what about the‐‐

Look, come‐‐ come talk to me.

Fuck out of here.

Yo, yo, yo.

Yo, it's me.

‐ Yo, what up, Bobby?

‐ Where's that
fucking flashlight at?

‐ My nigga Math. What's
good, yo? You good?

‐ Yeah, man. I'm just
trying to get paid

for this logo work, but it
seem like y'all ain't got it.

‐ This is...

was my rent money.

Take the shit. It's yours.

‐ Yo, you sure? ‐ Yeah.

‐ Just, uh, simplify
the shit, you dig?

I know there's a new fuse

in one of these boxes.

So how do you go from
wanting to work for NASA

to making music?

You know, I always
been into frequencies,

and all frequencies
is is vibrations.

You know, that's all music is‐‐
frequencies and vibrations.

‐ So what kind of
a singer are you?

‐ No, I'm a‐‐I'm a rapper.

I sing, too.

It's hard to explain.

‐ And what's your stage name?

‐ The Ol' Dirty Bastard.

‐ It's like a joke?
Like Weird Al?

‐ No, it ain't no
joke like Weird Al.

It's the Ol' Dirty Bastard

'cause ain't no
father to my style.

‐ And who do you
think is gonna buy

a record from a guy
named Ol' Dirty Bastard?

‐ You don't like the
Ol' Dirty Bastard?

What kind of name
you like, then?

‐ For you? You look like...

El gran niño Jesús.

‐ Shit.

El gran niño Jesús, yeah.

El gran niño Jesús.

Yeah.

Come on, man, I can't
take this shit no more.

‐ Yo, we really tryin' to light
this shit up with candles, son?

This is not a fucking
memorial service, dog.

U‐Word. Yo, how
much longer, yo?

Yo, shorty been hitting

my line all day, B.

Yo, I'm off this shit, son.

‐ It's dark, yo.
Hey, yo, yo, just‐‐

just chill, a'ight?

We‐‐we about to make some music.

Just‐‐just wait for the
lights to come back on.

‐ Can't nobody recording nothing

without the electricity, son.

‐ Yeah, Sha got a point,
son. Maybe another day.

‐ Just give it a
second, yo. Just‐‐

‐ Nah, bro.

Trade school, motherfucker.

‐ Yo!

‐ Fuck out of here, son.

Bring your ass back inside, yo.

Bring your ass back in. U‐

‐ Let's make some fucking music!

Hey, hell, yeah, nigga!

Yo, he killing this shit.

‐ Which one of you
motherfuckers want method?

- Oh!

What's good, God? ‐
Yo, what up, what up?

Whoo!

‐ Power, what's good?

‐ Yo, you hear Meth right now?

All right, y'all,
get your White Owls.

Get your meth, get your skins.

Don't forget your 'orties.

And we gonna do it like this.

‐ This nigga fucking
spitting, nigga!

‐ Aw... ‐ Yo, yo.

‐ Dirty, what's good, yo? ‐
Son, you got to be louder.

‐ You do that for me?

‐ Ain't got to worry
about that no more, son.

‐ We can't get evicted, yo.

‐ Nah, we cool, man. ‐ A'ight.

‐ What did I tell you, man?
What did I tell you, man?

What did I tell you, man?

Method Man going
crazy right now.

‐ Yo!

‐ Whoo!

‐ Thanks, Ol' Dirty Bastard.

‐ Hey, yo, we deserved this
shit, you know what I'm saying?

‐ Can I ask you a question?

‐ Go ahead.

‐ What's your name?

‐ I told you already.

Ason Unique.

‐ No way your parents
named you that.

Come on, what's your real name?

‐ My real name? Russell.

‐ I prefer Ol' Dirty Bastard.

Hello, my name is James.

How can I be of
help to you today?

‐ Peace, God. Excuse me?

Good evening. This is Marcus.

How can I help
you? ‐ Peace, God.

What seems to be the issue?

Hello, this is Tucker.

‐ Peace, God. Sir?

I don't understand.

The operator.

Hello, this is Heather.
How can I help you?

- Excuse me, sir?
- This is Ashley‐‐

Peace, God.

Could you repeat that?

Hello?

This is Britney.
How can I help you?

Sir?

Operator. ‐ Peace, God.

Peace, God.

‐ Yo, we just moved
into our new spot, God.

The last tenant left
an account balance,

my word is bond, and we
starting a new business,

so we need the phone
in service immediately.

I got you. Just
give me your info.

‐ Yo, that's peace.

The info, account
number 235‐A34.

Wu‐Tang Productions.

Hey, yo, this shit
is banging, son.

Gza, what's the word, B?

- Yo, what up, God?
U‐- What's going on?

- Shaolin shit up.
- Peace to the God.

‐ Yo. Yeah.

The phone number for
Wu‐Tang Productions, God.

‐ Oh, shit, yo. Yo, Deck.

‐ Yo, pass the
bone, though, God,

Nigga been outside all day.

Yo, respect, brother.

Oh, y'all think
y'all the Method Man?

Trying out your
superpower lungs and shit.

‐ Do me a favor and,
uh, give the blunt

to Meth in the studio.

‐ Nigga, while he's recording?

‐ Yeah, tell him to‐‐

to take the biggest hit
he's ever taken in his life.

A'ight?

A'ight. Bet.

Shit. Light me up.

About to blow, light me up.

Oh, shit.

Yo, hit it, dog.

‐ Hey, yo, hit that shit, nigga.

Hit that shit.

‐ Bro, hit it, God.

Come on, son.

Hit that shit one time.

Yeah, that's some
good bone right there.

Word.

Badass. Keep that ass in.

‐ I'm surprised
he's still sleeping.

‐ How long was he
out for on the bus?

‐ The entire ride.

I was able to read a whole book.

‐ That's my boy. ‐ Yeah.

Well, your boy is
gonna be up all night.

Please tell me
you got that crib.

‐ Yeah, I got it. ‐ Okay.

‐ I just got to
finish building it.

Look, we was building the
studio and shit all day.

‐ Okay.

‐ Motherf‐‐

Hey, yo, I guess I'm a
professional handyman now.

The building is a lot
nicer than you described.

‐ Yeah.

They got a park down the street

with a little jungle gym.

‐ We had all that.

What was missing
in Ohio was you.

Mm‐hmm.

Mm.

‐ Cute.

I'm guessing this the one.

‐ Welcome home.

Yo!

What's going on, D?

Ghost up in the house.

‐ Hey, yo, you build this?

‐ Not me. The Chef.

Yo.

Yeah.

Check it.

- Yeah, Meth!

- Killer tape, God.

Yo.

‐ Did you really think we was
all gonna live up in there?

‐ They not all living here, Rie.

Come on, we‐‐we talked
about this already.

Why you acting all surprised?

‐ I knew it was small, but
not that kind of small.

‐ I know, but it was bigger

before we put all Bobby's
equipment and shit.

All right?

Bobby already agreed
to take the couch.

‐ What about the baby?

‐ We can put the
crib in the kitchen.

It's not always gonna
be like this, Rie.

‐ Of course it will.

‐ What other option we got?

‐ Dennis, I told you
we need our own place.

‐ And I told you we
can't rent another‐‐

‐ Shh! ‐ We can't
rent another spot,

because we gon' blow
through our savings

in, like, two months.

What else are we supposed to do?

‐ I don't know. This
is not gonna work.

‐ Yo, Ghostface Killah.

‐ Yo, what up, what
up, son? What up?

‐ Yo, Bobby wants
to talk business.

‐ All right. I'll
be right there.

‐ Hey, what's up, Shurrie?

‐ Look, let me just go in there

and handle this
real quick, a'ight?

I'll be right back out.

Come on, Rie.

‐ Ghostface Killah?

Contract?

Mm‐hmm, that's right, contract.

So every contract
is exactly the same.

Now, you all be signed
on to Wu‐Tang Productions

as a group and as
individual artists.

Now, what that means is that
you still have the ability

to do your solo albums,

but you still stay
a part of Wu‐Tang.

‐ What we're trying to do...

is create a business, right?

Now, in order to do that...

we got to paper up.

I see each and every one of
y'all as fucking stars, yo.

Now, for the rest of
the world to see that,

I need three things.

I need time.

I need control.

‐ Control? ‐ I need trust.

And I swear to God,

I'll take you all the way
to the fucking top, yo.

We'll change this
entire fucking industry.

What do you say?

‐ Yo, son, these contracts
is mad thick, son.

‐ Word. ‐ I ain't
finna sit here

and read all this shit.

You better off just telling
niggas what you want.

‐ Know what I mean? ‐ Word.

What's wrong with this man?

‐ Give me five
years of your life.

‐ Five years?

You can keep this shit,
son. ‐ Five years?

‐ Yo, B. ‐ Come on, man.

‐ Five years is a long time.

‐ Yo, son, the judge
wasn't even gonna give you

five years back in Ohio.

‐ Come on, son. Sha...

‐ Don't Sha me, nigga.

What the fuck is
this nigga doing?

Who knows you all
better than Bobby?

Nigga, he was signed to a label.

He gave control to those
greedy‐ass executives already.

Nigga, they weren't family.
Look how that shit turned out.

‐ He got paid, though.

‐ But he got paid a
fraction of what we can make

if we all came
together, my nigga.

Just listen for a second.
See, my man get it.

Yo, son, what's pro forma?

‐ A'ight. A'ight, yo.

We‐‐we, uh‐‐we built this
studio together, right?

‐ Word!

In order to keep
this shit together,

you got to tighten every
motherfucking screw.

You got to hammer in every nail.

That's what this fucking
contract serves as...

to keep us together.

The fucking paperwork
only comes into play

if we break our
word‐‐ that's it.

I'm just asking y'all niggas
to take the first step.

After that...

I got y'all.

And yo, y'all, deep
down in your hearts,

y'all know that shit, right?

Right?

Right.

Look at us, we a family.

We fucking family, right?

‐ Yo, son, I'd rather make
hits than get hit any day.

I'll sign it, son.

- Here we go, Bobby.
- Word.

‐ You got to nod yourself.

‐ We're all family,
right, Bobby?

‐ Yo, put that
beat back on, son.

‐ So this my...

Turn that shit up.

Are you‐‐you gon' sign that?

‐ No, it's cypher.

Well, cuz, you already know
my word is my bond, right?

What? You know I'm here.

‐ Yeah. Bobby, tell him.

My nigga.

‐ Sooh!

‐ Come in.

Come in. I got
you. ‐ Thank you.

Hey, yo, you really think
we're gonna make it, son?

‐ Oh, Sha.

How long you been up?

‐ Shit, that would
require falling asleep.

You talk to Shurrie?

‐ Yeah, I'ma head over
there in a minute.

Yo, I got to make this
work for my family, son.

She'll come back around, yo.

She has to.

Nah, son.

We just need a spot
of our own. That's it.

‐ We got this crib so
we could save money...

you know...

Make music.

Yeah, I know.

Yo...

We're gonna make it.

‐ Whoo‐whoo!

That shit's hot.

Hell, yeah. What's it called?

‐ "Method Man."

Hey, you got something
on your hands.

Hell, yeah.

‐ So you gonna play that
shit in the club tonight?

What's up? ‐ I can't do it.

‐ Why the fuck not?

‐ Look, the audio
levels are off.

If I play this at the club,

it'll sound like the song
is playing through a phone.

All right, here, check
this out, check this out.

A'ight, now look
at these levels.

You see how this song
hits that mark up there?

That's what you want.

‐ Yo, we spent all
that fucking money

on the audio equipment.

‐ I understand, man,

but there's only so
much you can do at home.

To get this to the next
level, it needs to be recorded

in a real studio to
get the sound right,

or at least mixed and
mastered in studio.

‐ Yo, how much is
that gonna cost?

‐ I mean... ‐ Fuck
this shit, man.

‐ Hey, yo. Yo!

Something I said?

Look, we have all the parts

you already recorded here.

How many hours do
we need in a studio?

Like, total?

‐ It's not even about hours, yo.

It's about days,
maybe even weeks.

We're gonna have
to rent studio time

for every single
song that we do.

And we don't have the funds.

‐ Well, you‐‐you can
apply for a credit card.

‐ Me?

Both of us can. ‐ Yo.

‐ Come on, now, what
more can we lose?

‐ Think about how long
that's gonna take.

A'ight, no. No, no.

Maybe we can ask Jerome.

A'ight.

Look at us.

So damn broke, we can
only afford one egg roll.

You think that's the
building manager?

‐ You ready to get evicted?

‐ No, you getting evicted.

I live with my girlfriend.

‐ What's up, bro?
Yo, what's up?

How you? ‐ I'm all right.

‐ What's up, bro? All good?

Yeah. Yo, yo.

‐ Answering the door like
I'm the police or some shit.

Y'all good?

‐ Yeah, we okay.

‐ You know this my shit, right?

All this equipment right here?

Keyboards, the
speakers, the mic.

Everything you asked me
for, I gave you, right?

- Yes.
- Yes.

‐ We can't have your
shit sounding bad

in the club, right?

Go to the studio. Do
what you got to do.

I told you on that damn
boat I was in all the way.

Know what I mean? I
believe in this shit.

‐ No, no, nigga, I
thought you were broke.

‐ I sold my whip.

‐ Shit, man. ‐ Come here, dog.

‐ Yo, yo, Math. Peace, God.

‐ Peace, God.

Got that?

Oh, shit.

Yeah? Yeah.

- Yeah, nigga.
- Yeah.

Hell, yeah.

Get on the line.

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