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Bobby, Jules

and Steve Rifkind
from Spring Records.

‐ Hey.

I want to meet with them.
All of them.

‐ Who's that coming in?

‐ Laurie?

'Cause your pig sister

and one of our guys
cheated on the numbers.

Somebody else
gotta make it right.

‐ But if we move fast and wide,
then that single,

that's gonna get us
a record deal, huh?

We don't got that shit.

Gonna have to start
from scratch.

‐ This right here?

Hottest shit in the streets
right now.

Right?
These guys from around the way.

I got about two dozen cassettes
and vinyls left.

Thought I'd give you
the opportunity‐‐

‐ Let me stop you.

We only purchase
from One‐Stop distributors.

‐ Give it a listen. Go on.

You might change
your mind, huh?

Yo, if it's wack, I'm Swayze.
Promise.

Hey, yo,
this that shit

they was pumping on the block
all week, son.

This shit ill.

Hey, yo, who dis again?

‐ Wu‐Tang Clan.
They about to blow up.

‐ Hey, yo, where you get
this shit from?

Yo, I heard about
these dudes, man.

They all over
the street right now, guy.

Yeah, there's eight
of 'em.

Sound dope, right?
They about to blow up.

‐ Word, word, yo, they on
that‐‐that rough, that rugged,

that raw shit,
know what I mean?

Hey, yo, let me‐‐let me
get one of them tapes, B.

‐ Go on.
Relax your limbs, guy.

You don't see me right here?
I'm first.

‐ I'll smack fire out yo' ass.
You know I'm‐‐

Nigga, don't step to me
like that.

‐ Can I buy one off you?

‐ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
yo, I got ya.

I got all y'all, all right?

But we gonna have to move
outside to my office.

‐ Hold on a second.

‐ I think we can
figure something out here.

Oh.

‐ So he bought
the whole box off you?

‐ And they said to come back
when I get more.

‐ Psh. Yo, that's crazy.
Yo, we've been trying to get

in all these mom‐and‐pop stores
for a couple of weeks now, yo.

That's some clever shit
you pulled, yo.

‐ Game is the game, man.
You got supply.

It's all about creating demand.

Ain't no difference
than what's on the streets.

You know this.

‐ Not as much as you, though.

Know what I'm saying,
we can use that wisdom too,

know what I mean,
if you interested.

‐ I think I'd like that.

‐ She believed me
when I was like,

"I'll smack fire
out yo' ass."

‐ Word, man.

‐ Y'all missing somethin'?

‐ Yeah, what you talkin' about?
My change, niggas.

Come on, son.

‐ Yo, it's all
our money anyway.

‐ Yo, ain't we a part
of the group, son?

We all a group, right?
‐ Yeah, every penny

goes back into the business,
my nigga, you know that.

Right? Know what I'm saying,
the work ain't done.

‐ Aw, man. $3.

‐ Why you gotta rise up?

‐ Come on, y'all.
Let's walk these dogs.

Bobby?

Bobby, come on. Let's go.

Time is money.

‐ Yo, I think, uh...

I think I'm getting
something here, yo.

‐ Just‐‐just give me a second.
‐ No, no, no, no, no, no.

It'll take us two hours
to get to Atlantic City,

and the convention
starts in a hour.

Plus, we still gotta lug all
these boxes to the rental spot.

‐ Yo, yo, gimme a couple
of minutes, a'ight?

‐ A couple of minutes.
‐ Couple of minutes, yo.

‐ A couple of minutes.
‐ A'ight. A'ight.

- Go like this.
- Let me see.

‐ Ready?

That's your card, right?

‐ Oh, shit, son!

Yo, son, you on some
David Coppertone shit, yo.

‐ Field, nigga.

‐ Hey, yo, why you
callin' me a field nigga?

It's Copperfield,
not Tone, coz.

‐ You gotta show me
how you did that, son.

‐ Shit, I gotta bounce.
‐ What?

‐ Plus, a magician
never tells his secrets, coz.

You know that.
‐ You going to AC with them?

‐ Nah, I'm about to go drop off
some deliveries uptown.

Peace, gods.

Peace, peace.

‐ Yo, yo, yo, what's good?
Peace, peace.

Hey, yo, you gon' have
to settle this one, a'ight?

Is it non‐cipher or now cipher?

‐ It's non‐cipher, guy.

‐ What's‐‐listen...
‐ Hey, yo, that‐‐that don't

‐ even make no sense, son.
‐ Come on, man.

‐ N is now
in the supreme alphabet, B.

‐ Yo, so, what, you questioning
the GZA‐GZA‐Genius now?

‐ Nah, son.
I'm questioning you, man.

‐ Yo, y'all sell all that?
Hell yeah, man.

Just getting a re‐up on the
product, you know what I mean?

Look, we gon' hit up Tower,

couple of other joints
in the city.

‐ Know what I mean?
‐ Bet. Appreciate you.

Bobby, let's go.

Yo, ho‐‐hold up‐‐hold up, D.

Hey, yo, Power, sorry, man,

but you gonna be down one,
okay?

‐ All right.
‐ Hey, what's up? What's up?

‐ All right, so you see this?

This is called
the Gavin Report.

It tracks radio charts.

Right here are all
the phone numbers

for all the rap radio stations
from here in the tri‐state

all across the country.

I need you to dial
every single one, okay?

‐ Hey, you gon' stay
and help me with this?

The phone calls and shit?

‐ Nah, son.
I gotta go to college, man.

‐ Hey, yo, what you
talking about, college, nigga?

‐ Yeah, man, for my education.

‐ Hey, yo, Meth knows
some shorty at a university

down in Long Island.

They're gonna hit up
the college radio,

see what they can do.

‐ Come on, 'Vine.
This is some bullshit, son.

I hear you, D,

and the next step
is for us to get these records

into as many people's hands
as possible.

So Gary, he's using
the gods in Virginia, right?

Power and Sha are hitting up
the mom‐and‐pop radio stores.

Ason and them are gonna go
to the local college radio.

And you get to sit down
on that couch, right?

You get to pick up this phone

and you get to call
major national radio stations

and get them to play our record
so we can sell our record.

It's all the same goal.

The Avengers are assembling,

and everyone's got
a role to play, okay?

‐ Hey, yo, how you gonna
talk about the Avengers

when you got Iron Man at home
making phone calls and shit

and the rest of the team is out
fighting real battles, son?

‐ Bobby, let's go.

Come on. We are late.

You talkin'
'bout this right here? These?

All of these?
Yeah, all of these.

‐ Hey, uh...

we have Chinese food
in the fridge.

Yeah, thanks.

‐ Oh, oh, yo, uh,
before I left this morning,

Shurrie said, you know,
you need to call her.

Something about diapers,
know what I mean?

‐ Hey, yo, there's gonna be
mad fly honeys

at this college show, son.
‐ Word.

‐ Hey, yo, Meth, what's up
with your one shorty, man?

She look good.

‐ Oh, Angie.
‐ Ah.

‐ It ain't even like that, son.

I just hope they got
some sort of yellow pages

or something there, son.

‐ We'll just hit up
the student directory.

Y'all niggas ain't never been
to college before?

‐ Yo, this nigga
did a bid at community college.

Now he think
he some Rhodes scholar.

‐ Word!
‐ Ha‐ha.

Rhodes scholar, that like‐‐
like street scholar, right?

‐ Shit, nigga,
speaking of locked up,

ain't you on probation?

Yeah, you, nigga.
‐ Oh, I'm good.

I got that Gatorade
to beat that piss test.

U‐He said Gatorade.

‐ Gatorade?

‐ All the electrolytes

dilute the THC in your urine.

‐ Who told you that shit?
‐ Yo, niggas in the bing

swear by that shit.

You gotta get
the lemon‐lime joint, though.

U‐Yo, this nigga.

You try that shit
with your PO, son,

that nigga taking you
right the fuck back in.

‐ Yeah, well,
I'm not gon' stop smoking.

I already stopped
selling weight

when RZA had us sign
those motherfucking contracts.

‐ I'ma do what I gotta do,
you know what I'm saying?

I'm down and committed
with this Wu‐Tang shit,

but that music shit
ain't putting no food

on the table right now.

Shit, at least not yet.

‐ Yo, what the fuck?

‐ You 'bout to get the fuck
out and walk, nigga.

‐ My bad, guys.
‐ Damn, son.

‐ I know you didn't just
fuck up the bud like that, son.

‐ Damn!
‐ Always, son.

‐ Damn, son.

‐ The DJ.

DJ or program director?

‐ Yeah, yeah.

Hey, yo,
what's a program director?

They plan all the shows.

‐ Yeah, yeah, let me speak‐‐
let me speak to the‐‐

let me speak
to the program director.

Okay. Hold on.

‐ A'ight. Thanks. Thanks.

Hey, yo, what happened?
I thought y'all was supposed

to be hittin' up
more spots in the city.

‐ We hit a few,
know what I mean?

Tower wasn't fucking
with our shit.

Said they only fuck
with official distributors.

So hopefully, Bobby and Divine
figure that out,

know what I mean?

‐ Yeah, it sound like
y'all was missing my skills, B.

Hey, this is John B.

‐ Oh, yeah. Hello? Yeah.
Hey, what's up?

‐ Yeah, yeah.
I got‐‐I got‐‐I got this record

I'm trying to send out
to the radio stations and shit.

- Uh‐huh.
- Yeah, it's called

"Protect Ya Neck"
by the Wu‐Tang Clan.

We a‐‐we a crew of rappers,
you feel me?

Yeah, yeah, what label you at?

Nah, we still independent.

- Oh, no, no.
- Wait, wait, wait, nah.

But y'all break
new records, right?

- Sorry, not interested.
- Yo, yo, yo, yo.

Let me just‐‐let me
just send you the joint.

No, no, sorry,
can't do it.

‐ This shit is a waste
of fucking time, son.

I was trying to tell
Divine that, son.

Can't be making
these fuckin' phone calls.

‐ Word.

You know, when niggas ain't
fucking with our shit,

we gotta create a demand,
know what I mean?

Like we did
at the record store.

Know what I mean?

Hey, what up? What up?
It's DJ Ran.

‐ Hey, yo.
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo.

I'd like to make
a request, son.

I wanna hear
that new Wu‐Tang joint.

Wu‐Tang?

‐ Yeah, "Protect Ya Neck,"
nigga.

"Protect Ya Neck"?

‐ What, y'all ain't got
that shit?

Nah, don't know it.
Nah, haven't heard it yet.

‐ Well, y'all better work
on it, son.

It's the only thing
niggas is playing right now.

A'ight, word.
‐ Yeah.

It's a new joint?

Yeah, "Protect Ya Neck"
by Wu‐Tang Clan.

A'ight, it's called
"Protect Ya Neck"?

‐ Peace.
A'ight, bet, bet.

‐ Yeah, get on that shit.
A'ight.

‐ We switch it up,
know what I mean?

‐ Ah, yes, man.
‐ You do a few. I do a few.

‐ Mm‐hmm.

Hey, yo, he just shot shorty
in the face?

‐ Naw, the blast,
it blinded her.

You ain't seen The Killer
before?

‐ No.

‐ You lyin'!

Son, this my shit right here.

I'm putting you on.

My son ain't seen The Killer.

‐ Okay, look, we‐‐we need
to find a distributor.

Get into more than just
the local mom‐and‐pops.

It would help if we had a label
behind us, though, you know?

‐ No, we don't need...

no label to dictate
our shit yet.

Being independent
just means

that we need to hustle
harder and smarter

and figure this shit out
as we go, right?

Whoo!

Shit is no joke, huh?

Maybe we should,
uh, split up?

Yeah, well, we have to

if we wanna cover
all this ground.

Okay, let's do this,
but remember,

you gotta be a salesman.

It's more than
just the music, right?

‐ You got this.
‐ Yeah.

Yeah, we got this, yeah?

‐ Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, let's do it.

‐ All right, let's do it.
‐ All right.

‐ Hey, yo, I got some shit.
It'll blow your fucking mind.

It's the hottest out
in the streets right now,

and, uh, you gotta check it.

‐ Wu‐Tang Clan.
This is you?

‐ Yeah.
I mean, I produced it.

I'm the RZA.

‐ All right, what label?

‐ We're independent.

‐ So you're a new artist.

‐ Yeah.

Yeah, look, everybody on there
is a new artist.

‐ Look, I'm sorry, man.

We're‐‐we're just not
breaking new artists right now.

It's a tougher sell.

‐ If you just listen to it‐‐

‐ Rakeem?

Get on the radio first.

‐ Yo, DJ G.
I had you on my show

when you were touring
with Naughty.

‐ Oh, shit, yo!

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, thanks for all the love.

‐ Mm‐hmm.
What are you doing here?

‐ Yo, uh, I went independent
with my crew, the Wu‐Tang Clan.

Shit's fucking grimy and dirty.

‐ Yo, you ain't gotta sell me.

You say it's dope, I trust you.

Give me your record.
I'll play it on my show.

‐ Yeah?

‐ Yeah.

Yo, I always thought you
and your cousin were dope MCs.

‐ Hey, respect, man.
‐ Yeah, sure, man.

‐ If only I could get
one of these damn distributors

to push my shit out, man.

‐ You know, certain
chain stores'll buy direct.

Try Sam Goody, the Wherehouse.
They got booths here.

Just make sure you talk to
someone that knows about rap.

You'll know when you see 'em.

‐ Sure.

All right, man.
‐ For sure.

‐ Oh. Appreciate that.

‐ Mm‐hmm.
It was good seeing you.

‐ You too, man.

He looks determined

without being ruthless.

Something heroic
in his manner.

There's a courage about him.

Doesn't look like a killer.

Comes across so calm.

Acts like he has a dream,

full of passion.

‐ He about blinded
the singer who worked there.

‐ He‐‐he getting
a cornea transplant

and he feel guilty
for blinding her.

‐ It only takes one bullet.

‐ Damn.

‐ That shit deep, son.

This guy's
no ordinary assassin.

‐ Word, man.

I hope we're only
looking for one man.

Mm.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit, I forgot Shurrie
was coming in a hour, son.

I gotta go get
these diapers real quick.

‐ Well, you know, get me
some pizza on your way back.

Just a slice or some shit.

‐ Hey, yo, didn't you
just eat, my nigga?

Damn, son.

Nah, the pizzeria
ain't even on the way, B.

‐ Yo, come on, man,
you could get me

some‐‐some‐‐some Cheetos
or a honey bun or some shit.

‐ I look like Benson
to you, my nigga?

If you want a bag of Cheetos
or a honey bun,

you better get your ass up.

‐ Nigga want some company.

Ah, shut up.
‐ Shit, man.

‐ Yo, where Dirty at?

U‐Let's do
what we gotta do first.

Find that nigga later, man.

‐ Unless y'all
can show me some student IDs,

you're not getting in.

You boys need to leave.
‐ Boys?

Hey, yo, who you calling boys?

‐ Yo, chill, chill,
chill, chill.

Take a walk, son.
We ain't here for that. Yeah.

Yo, Angie will vouch
for us, man.

‐ Do I need to call the cops?

‐ Nah, we leaving, son.

‐ Hold up, son.

At least drop this off
with the DJ.

They need to play this,
like, tonight.

Do that?

‐ Yo, take these fucking tapes.

Yo, yo, yo.
Chill, chill, chill, chill.

‐ Walk away, son.
‐ What, nigga?

Fuck you talking to, man?

Walk away, son.

U‐Fuck you think you is,
nigga, Popeye or some shit?

Come on, we outta here.

‐ You ain't tough.
‐ We ain't here for that.

U‐Rent‐a‐cop‐ass
motherfucker.

Yo, check this out.

Yo, fuck that Robocop.

Oh, yo, might be another way
inside.

‐ Oh, shit!

Yo, Deck, come on, son.

‐ Yo, son, where do you get
them Clarks from?

I ain't never seen 'em
in the dual colors like that.

‐ You ain't know‐‐you
don't know nothing about these.

They original.
I made 'em myself, B.

‐ What you mean
you made 'em yourself?

‐ I got
this nigga on Canal Street

that helped me
with the dye and shit,

but, you know‐‐
but I started it, you feel me?

Gotta get the cream joints.
Ooh‐hoo.

You get the cream joints
and, you know,

you pick whatever color dye
you want, then boom,

it's right there, son.

It's easy as that.

‐ Look at you.
‐ Come on, son.

Peace, peace.

‐ So what Bobby and Divine
think about,

you know, you getting
with they little sister?

‐ Man, nigga, that's family.

‐ Why you kept it a secret
for so long, then?

‐ What you talking 'bout?

‐ Last year, y'all was, like,
creeping around Bobby crib

when nobody was there.

Seen it like a Zenith.

Tryin' to be all undercover
and shit, son.

I kept it to myself.
I ain't no snitch.

‐ Yeah, I gotta go
drop these groceries off

at my mom crib, a'ight?

Come on.

Hey, yo, chill, son.

Ain't no one gunnin'
for you in Stapleton.

Come on, nigga, let's go.

‐ A'ight.

Hey, yo, what you
think of that shit, son?

It sounds...dope.

What's all these names?

Ol' Dirty Bastard?

Ghostface Killah?

Hey, yo,
it's from the kung fu shit.

Ghostface Killah
is from that, um‐‐

that chessboxing flick
I showed you.

Remember that?

It's better than D‐Lover.

You verse wasn't my favorite.

‐ So, what, you a rap critic
or some shit now?

Who was your favorite verse,
then, son?

‐ Ason or Rebel.
I don't know.

I like that shit
about Schwarzenegger.

Oh, word?

Yeah, thank you.

Y'all gon' be famous.

‐ Can you sign it?

‐ Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

‐ Auntie Laurie.

‐ Oh, my God. Shurrie.

‐ So how long have you
been back in Staten Island?

‐ You know,
just visiting an ex.

What about you? You...

Is he yours?

Yeah. His name's Infinite.

‐ Oh, child.

‐ I'm not a child.

‐ I guess you're not.

You always were concerned
with taking care of others.

‐ Well, we all can't be
selfish and just run off.

You never even called Mom.

‐ If I had thought that was
gon' come back on y'all, I‐‐

I'm sorry for what I did.

Truly.

‐ Right. Well, I gotta go.

I'll tell my mother
you said hello.

‐ It's the hottest shit
coming out of New York City.

Wu‐Tang is for everybody.

This music gon'
get you high, son.

‐ I heard you're selling
"tapes."

‐ Yeah.

You got $10?

Gon' love it, son.

Make sure you tell
your friends about it.

Tell they friends about it too.

‐ Hey, yo, son.
Where the fuck you go?

‐ I was hollerin' at this
fine chocolate deluxe shorty.

‐ When I turned around...
Fuck outta here, son.

‐ Y'all was gone, so I figured

might as well sell some product
while I wait.

What's up with the radio?

‐ Shit struck out, son.

Don't even ask me
about that shit.

‐ Yo, you giving away
our weed?

‐ Selling away, son.

Relax. Plenty left.
Just gotta entice 'em.

Like a prize in the cereal box,
you know what I'm saying?

These college kids
love Wu‐Tang, baby.

Pow! Check it out.

What's that?
‐ Fuck is this, man?

Let me see this shit.

Yo.

Yo, I'm telling you,

these guys know
how to get a party started.

Okay, look,
I know you're a New Yorker.

So am I, but the West
is dominating right now.

Earl, trust me,
you're gonna be running back

to buy more records
before you know it.

‐ A'ight.

‐ A'ight?
‐ A'ight.

‐ A'ight.
Come on.

‐ Earl, right?
‐ Yeah.

‐ Divine Diggs,
Wu‐Tang Productions.

Look, I‐I know
the West is poppin'.

There's no doubt.

But if you're looking
for that raw New York shit,

I got something for you.

‐ Word?
‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ Oh, yo, this what
I'm talking about.

New York
needs this shit right now.

This shit'll definitely sell.

‐ Yo, I'm saying,
so‐‐so let's talk numbers.

‐ I can move about
1,000 each for you.

‐ 1,000?
‐ Uh‐huh.

‐ Okay, you got a card?
‐ Yeah.

‐ Bet.

All right, so the tapes
are wholesale for $2.99.

Then the vinyl is $1.99.

I can get you an invoice,
and then you can

make the check out
to Wu‐Tang Productions.

It's right there on the card.
Or you know what?

If you wanna give me cash
because that's easier‐‐

‐ This your first time
working with a One‐Stop, huh?

‐ Why?
‐ It's consignment, bro.

We pay you
when we sell the records.

‐ Yo, but that guy
just said something about you

buying more records.

‐ That guy is the owner
of a record label.

Y'all with a label,
or y'all independent?

‐ We, uh‐‐
we independent for now.

‐ I'm sorry, bro.
I thought you knew.

I can still flip
the records for you.

You just gonna have to wait
to see the money.

‐ Yeah, that's okay.

I got your card, right?
I'll‐‐I'll hit you up.

‐ A'ight.

Yeah, keep that.

‐ I just hate the way
that she was looking at me.

Judging me like
I'm irresponsible.

‐ She probably just
jealous of you, for real.

‐ Why would she be
jealous of me?

‐ 'Cause all she do is,
you know,

burn everything down
around her.

That's probably why her ass
be skippin' town every month.

She don't know
how to build a real life.

Not like the one you over here
building for us.

Yo, who the fuck
are you talking to right now?

‐ Yo, why is he here?

‐ 'Vine want us calling up
the radio stations and shit,

trying to build up the single.

Get people checking for it,
know what I mean?

‐ Mm. And he couldn't
do that at his house?

‐ Yeah, it's long‐distance
calls and shit.

He said his moms
is gone freak out, so...

‐ My boys.

So hold on, hold on,
hold on.

You calling me
a liar right now?

Hey, yo, shorty, you‐‐you ain't
gotta raise your voice.

Yo, shut the fuck up
and listen sometimes, man!

What's wrong with that bitch?

‐ Hey, yo,
what station was that, B?

‐ Fucking
"Stretch and Bobbito."

Bitch wouldn't take
my fucking request.

Excuse me‐‐woman wouldn't
take my fucking request, guy.

‐ They got some ignorant people
answering the phone, son.

‐ I know y'all not talking.

You're too aggressive.

Haven't you heard
you catch more flies

with honey than vinegar?

‐ What are you talking about?

Nobody's‐‐who's catching flies?

‐ Not you. Move.

Thank you.

Have you called
this one in Atlanta?

‐ Nah.

WGBO 102.1.

‐ Hey there.

Hi,
what can I do for you?

‐ Yeah, I was wondering
if you could play that, um,

"Protect Ya Neck"
by the Wu‐Tang Clan?

Wu‐Tang what?

‐ You haven't heard it yet?
I don't know them.

‐ Girl, let me tell you.

‐ Can I help you
with something?

‐ It's all right.

‐ You a buyer, yo.
You should‐‐you should know

good hip‐hop when you hear it.

‐ Honestly, I'm more of a
British synthpop kind of guy.

Do you know New Order's album?

‐ Yo, what the fuck?

‐ All right, look,
I only pretended

to be into rap and R&B

so I could get this job
as an urban buyer.

I don't know what's good.

I just buy
what the label sends me.

And I blew my budget
already, man.

I'm sorry.

‐ Hell yeah, son.

Y'all don't want this shit,
man.

You know how they do it
right here.

‐ Hey, yo, y'all letting some
first‐timers whup y'all ass.

Come on, Larry Bird.

‐ Whoo!

Drink the fuck up.

‐ Yo, I ain't drinking
this shit

after that nasty‐ass ball
was in there.

That's foul.

‐ Hey, yo, hold on.

Alcohol kills
the germs anyway, son.

Hey, yo, beer is beer.
Word!

Yo, cheers, yo, cheers, cheers!

‐ Hey, everyone,
drink, drink,

drink, drink, drink,
drink, drink, drink,

drink, drink, drink.

‐ Why Ol' Dirty Bastard?

‐ 'Cause ain't no father
to my style,

but I can be the father
to your child,

you know what I'm saying?

‐ You ever smoked
a woolie before?

Oh!

How's it gonna be
a party without no music?

‐ Come on, let's bounce.

‐ Yo, man, what the fuck?
Hey, yo.

Hey, yo, I got this,
though, son. Hold on.

Come on, kick a song
like this, bro.

Oh!
‐ Kick that rhythm.

He's kickin' that rhythm.

‐ Damn, that shit is dope.

‐ Yo, check it out,
check it out.

If y'all like that,
you gon' love this.

Hey, yo, give him that Wu shit.

Yo, play that shit, son.

And turn that shit up, man.

Come on, DJ, turn it up.

Jeffery, is that you?

Yes, Jennie.

You know him?

‐ Yeah.

We're old buddies.

We used to hang around
in the same neighborhood.

‐ Yeah. I forget.

‐ He was Mickey Mouse.
I'm Dumbo.

‐ Come on, man.

That's what they
come up with, son?

It's good to see you
after all this time.

‐ Hey, yo, wouldn't that shit
be crazy

if they actually
became friends and shit?

‐ They do.
You gotta keep watching,

know what I mean?

I'm here to sort it out now.

Oh, shit, man.

‐ It's getting late,
so we're gonna head out.

‐ What's up?

‐ I came over here to relax.

Y'all managed to Tom Sawyer me
into doing your work.

‐ Tom Sawyer?
What you talkin' 'bout?

‐ Y'all both need
to pick up a book

from time to time.

‐ Nah, I'm good
with the flicks.

‐ Come on,
you know I be reading

mad comic books, baby.

‐ Yeah, okay.
Can you hand me his stuff?

‐ Yeah, I got you.

Get home safe.
Thanks for your help.

Looks like you had
about as much luck

as I did, huh?

‐ Damn, yo.
Not one distributor?

‐ No, no, we found one,
but he works on consignment.

This point,
it's probably worth it.

It's better than nothing.
‐ It's something.

Yo, hey, our shit is too dope.

I don't know
what the fuck is going on.

‐ You know, when I
was out there hustling,

you once told me that my way
wasn't the only way.

I didn't want to hear it then,
but you're right, Bobby.

Yo, this music,
your music, it's the way.

And I have your back now.

It's not a‐‐it's not a sprint,
Bobby.

It's a marathon.
We just have to keep grinding.

‐ Hey, Violet, can I ride
with you to the Def Jam party?

‐ Hey, yo. Yo.

Y'all said something
about a‐‐a Def Jam party?

‐ Oh, so now you wanna talk
to me.

What, you think someone like me

doesn't know anything
about rap music?

‐ It's not even like that.

‐ I'm just messing with you.

Violet.

‐ Yo, RZA.
This is my brother Divine.

‐ Hey, hey,
‐ Hey.

Just out here trying
to get our record out

to a distributor.

‐ Yeah?

Wu‐Tang Clan, huh?
That's, uh, different.

‐ If we could just play
the song for you or, like‐‐

‐ Oh, no need.

I heard it after you
walked right by me

and played it at the booth
across from mine.

I like it.

You definitely
got something here.

You on the radio?

‐ Yeah, we‐‐you know,
we working on it.

‐ Call me when you get
some spins, you know?

Could be college radio,
wherever.

Just give me
something to work with

so I can show my bosses
and get you into our stores.

‐ Thank you, uh...Violet Brown.

Hey, I'm sorry 'Vine.
I wasn't‐‐

‐ Yo, for what?

We got a consignment deal
and a contact

for one of the biggest
retail buyers in the country.

Might not be
what we had hoped for,

but it's more than we had
at the start of the day.

Hopefully,
the rest of the clan

is coming through
with that radio airplay.

‐ I'm sure they will.
Come on.

I want you to promise me

if I don't make it tonight,
get me to the hospital.

Get them to operate.

My corneas are for Jennie.

WKCR 89.9.
‐ Yes. Hello.

Yo.

‐ I wanna put in a request.
What's your request?

Wu Tang Clan's
"Protect Ya Neck."

Yo, this shit
is getting real tired.

You need to stop calling
back up here.

‐ Wait, hold on. What you mean?

What you‐‐what you mean
stop calling back up here?

You know what you doing.

And I already told
y'all before,

that shit ain't gon' work.

‐ Yo, watch your
fucking tone, man.

Yeah, whatever.
‐ It's un‐‐

Yo, hello?

It's that same fucking
radio station, guy.

"Stretch and Bobbito."

‐ Yeah, them niggas
is right there uptown, son.

You could hop on the ferry
and be over there

in less than a hour.

Hand‐deliver this shit,
know what I mean?

Yeah, come on, son.

Whatever security
there is, locks on the door,

hey, yo, we getting through
to the station.

Yeah, on some
killer shit, for real.

‐ Can I help you?

‐ Yeah, we here
for "Stretch and Bobbito."

‐ Are you guests of the show?
‐ Yeah, unexpected guests.

‐ You can't come in here.

‐ A'ight, let's do this, Dumbo.

‐ Yo, why I gotta be Dumbo,
Mickey Mouse?

Yo, this area
is private.

‐ Excuse me, can I help y'all
with something?

‐ Hey, yo, we got
something for you.

Yo, I love college, man.

Where can I get
a application at?

‐ You think it's just
parties and shit,

but your ass wouldn't last
a week in college.

Taking tests and shit?
Nah, son.

‐ Yo, all you gotta do
is memorize shit,

spit it back out.

Not that much different
than rhyming in the studio.

‐ Word.
‐ Nah, that's you, kid.

‐ Too many white people
for me, son.

‐ Yo, you know they got
Black colleges, right?

‐ Then what?
Get a nine‐to‐five?

That ain't me, son.

‐ Yo, RZA got a five‐year plan

that's better than
four years in college.

‐ Yo, they keep rock orders

like there was rock orders
last night,

it ain't gon' take
five years, son.

We on our way. Wu‐Tang, baby.

- Word.
- Word.

‐ If you were
at the Zeta Rho Phi party

that got shut down last night,
I hope you made it back.

Here's that new joint
by some dudes

who tore it down last night.

"Protect Ya Neck"
by Wu‐Tang Clan.

‐ Yo, this shit
you gave me is dope.

Where you say you got it?

‐ Dudes just rushed
the station.

Came up in here like,
"Play our record."

‐ You should play it tonight.

Hell yeah.
‐ Yeah.

‐ You heard us on "Stretch
and Bob," know what I mean?

We was doing
what we supposed to do,

handling our business
and all of that.

‐ Hey, yo, y'all.
I did, yo. I did.

And I gave that shit
to a motherfucking DJ

at the convention center,
and he played that shit too.

And Meth and them got
that college to play it.

It's a good start, but, uh,

we need major play
at radio stations.

‐ You dig?
‐ Word.

You dig?
‐ We gon' get that.

‐ All right.

‐ Yo, cousin, cousin!
What's up, yo?

‐ What's the word
with the gods, huh?

‐ Street team down in VA
working.

They love the new record.

Yo, we might need
another pressing.

We still gotta make
our money back, nigga.

Come on, son,
consignment ain't it.

‐ Once we head up 95
hitting up all the towns,

getting our name out there,

shit gonna be selling
like crack rocks, man.

‐ That's what I'm sayin'.
‐ Word, word, word.

‐ Son, so where we headed
first?

Yo, I think, uh,
Connecticut, maybe Providence.

Some shit like that.

Divine planned
all this shit, so...

Shit, it's gon' be funky
on that van.

I went ahead and got that
special fix, know what I mean?

That's the new shit,
nigga.

‐ Yeah, what you know
about that?

Right here
on WBLS 107.5,

New York's home for
the hottest hip‐hop and R&B.

I got a brand‐new exclusive
for you.

And this song is bubbling
in the streets right now.

Coming at you
from Staten Island,

here's Wu‐Tang Clan
with "Protect Ya Neck."

‐ Oh, shit!

Oh, shit! Oh!

Hey yo, yo,
y'all niggas hear that shit?

Y'all hear that shit, nigga?

‐ Yo, yo, come on!
Come on, come on, come on!

What the fuck?

‐ Yo, yo!
You hear that shit?

‐ Hey.
‐ Where to, sir?

‐ Uh, JFK, please.

Ooh, can you turn that up?

Hey, could you
pull over real quick?

I can't believe
this is happening again.

I know this guy.

You know what?
Actually, never mind.

I'm going to, uh‐‐
I'm gonna stay.

‐ Are you sure?
‐ Yeah, I have to.

By the way, you didn't catch
the name of the song,

‐ did you?
‐ Nah.

‐ Hey, yo. Hey, yo, yo.
This is big, son.

We made it.
We made it.

Yo, whatever that song was

you just played
by whoever that was,

y'all need to play that again,
right now,

back‐to‐back on a loop.

Hello?

Hello?

Am I on the air?

Is this a answering machine?

The hell kind of station
is this?

I'd like to request

"Protect Ya Neck"
by the Wu‐Tang Clan.

If y'all don't know
what I'm talkin' about,

y'all shouldn't even be
on this job.

That means you out of touch
with the people.

That means you got no ear
to the streets,

you know what I'm saying?
That means‐‐

Y'all finally played
some real shit.

Y'all finally played some
real shit for the streets.

Soooo!

Can you please
tell your DJs

to put that Wu‐Tang
in the rotation?

I'm sittin' here by my radio
with a cassette,

lookin' stupid,
'waitin' to record.

Not that I'm broke or nothin'.

But I need a copy of that,
feel me?

- Yo, what's up, man?
- Coolin', man.

Chillin', chillin'.
Yo, you know I had to call.

You know why, right?
Why?

Because, yo,
I never, ever call

and ask you to play something,
right?

Yeah.

You know
what I wanna hear, right?

What you wanna hear?

I wanna hear
that Wu‐Tang joint.

- Wu‐Tang again?
- Ah, yeah.

Again and again.

Get on the line.