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When I had the brothers sign those

five-year contracts, I told them

I would have them at the top.

So every contract is exactly the same.

You all will be signed on to Wu-Tang productions

as a group and as individual artists.

I need three things.

I need time. I need control.

I need trust.

Give me five years of your life,

and I swear to God, I'll take you all the way

to the fucking top, yo.

I can't wait for the next Wu album.

Respect. Can you even play that?

I could pay someone to play it for me

if I wanna hear it.

But that doesn't make you a real musician.

Hey yo, Bobby.

Yo, when we gonna do that next joint, son?

I don't know.

I'm looking for something different,

a new sound. New sound?

What that mean?

This time, I ain't building from samples.

I'm building from instruments.

That's our new sound.

We're not just... moving forward.

We're moving upward.

This is gonna take us to number one...

in the world.

How y'all feelin'?

I'm fucking excited about this.

Thanks for being here.

All right.

You good?

Yes.

Cool. All right, so I'm, uh, I'm looking for

something that sounds like, uh,

♪ Duh duh duh duh-duh ♪

♪ Bum bum bum buh-duh ♪

Y'all don't understand what I'm saying, huh?

Uh...

uh, I'm sorry.

We-we don't understand this.

All right, uh...

Yo, fuck it, a'ight?

Just, uh, just play something that y'all know how to...

know how to play.

Okay.

We do measure 16, pianissimo.

That-that right there...

That was fucking dope, all right?

All right, so let's-let's keep that.

And let's, uh, make it more, like...

make it more like Halloween, yeah?

Like-a trick or treat?

No, like-like the movie.

Like, uh... yah! Like...

Aha!

Eh, eh, eh.

Hey, yo, y'all boys

ready to make a platinum fuckin' album or what, son?

What's goin' on?

Hey, yo, what the fuck is dis shit?

Yeah, I like that. Just, uh...

make it a little darker.

You know, I'm loving the fairy tale shit, but, uh...

make it more...

More Brothers Grimm.

Stretch the sound out, a'ight?

Slow it down.

All right.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, I like that. I like that.

Good job all around. Yo, for real.

Whoa.

What the fuck is this shit? Hey, yo.

- Come on, man. - Yo, yo, yo, chill out, son.

Just let him do what he do. Know what I'm sayin'?

We used to talk the same shit about the fucking kung fu

and the music and shit until it became our thing, right?

Nah.

Hey, uh, keep playing that shit.

Hey. Yo.

Yo, this shit is fucking epic, right?

That's what this next album gotta be is...

it's gotta be big, it's gotta be revolutionary.

It's gotta be evolutionary.

Yo, get to writing.

Write to what?

C'mon, man.

What you mean, nigga?

Write to this.

Come on, man.

C'mon. - Yo, so you saying

this is the song?

No, this ain't the song, yo.

I mean, it may be a part of it.

Yo, cuz, why don't we just... you know,

come back when the beat is more progressed, huh?

What you mean?

Are we makin' beats or are we--are we makin' music, yo?

Are y'all not lyricists?

Y'all can't write to this?

This shit don't even got drums on it, son.

Nah. Hey, yo, turn this shit--

Stop playin'. Stop playin'.

Stop playin'. - Yo. Hey, yo.

Yo, yo, yo. - Yeah.

I'm the producer.

They listen to me, all right?

You don't-- you don't do that.

Hey, yo, don't ask me to write this shit

that don't make sense.

- Yo, Rae, chill, god. - Know what I mean?

- He got a vision, a'ight? - Y-you write that to shit

then, nigga. - Yo, shut up, son.

What you talkin' about?

Yo, look, you can't expect a group of motherfuckers

to come in here and write this, god.

We don't even know these cats.

Well, y'all trusted me for... for this long,

and y'all doubtin' me now?

Nobody's doubtin' you, cuz.

You the Abbott.

But this shit right here-- - Hey, Bobby,

we gotta talk, okay?

It's always some shit, huh?

Fuck is all this?

Fuck.

Hey, yo, so, uh,

what's, uh, what's with all this?

This is for the new album.

Bobby...

Bobby, we haven't negotiated a deal

for the next album yet,

and you spend the money already?

The way I look at it,

we're in this five-year contract with our brothers

with a number-one album,

and we need to be getting paid like it.

Okay, you know I like the sound of that, obviously.

But what exactly does that mean?

What that means is

we gotta get the biggest deal in hip-hop history.

Ever.

We get that type of money...

Yeah, then we can hire the whole damn orchestra.

Word.

All right, sure, I got you.

You know what? I'm gonna go to the office.

I'm gonna make some calls, all right?

Right.

It's so damn hot in here.

Biggest deal in hip-hop history?

So where's the hip-hop?

Come on, son.

Why you changin' our shit up, man?

That's what I'm talking about, man.

This-how is this gon' get us to number one?

Really? I mean...

we should-we should stick to our brand.

Make it even bigger.

Even greater, know what I mean?

Like some real movie shit.

You know what I'm sayin'?

You went to LA, and you came back on this Hollywood shit.

I hear you.

Let me, uh, let me ask you, though.

What does the... the W-Wu-Tang stand for?

Hey, yo, come on, son.

Come on--witty, unpredictable.

What does the Z in RZA stand for?

Zig zag zig.

Always movin' forward.

And like I said in there, we got... evolution.

Yo, we do this right...

This tree we planted

will stand for a hundred years.

For our seeds and our seed seeds.

Yo, think about that.

You're still doing all of this shit, huh?

This nigga was always talkin' about us

being in the damn orchestra.

He really think he could just

tell us what to do and shit, man.

Yeah, I don't think it's all that.

What is it then?

Hey, yo, he-he asked you for your opinion

on the direction of this album?

Yo, chill out, son.

Matter of fact, yo, I'm about to do this interview

for Rap City, for real.

Why don't you roll with me, a'ight?

Yo.

A'ight.

Yo, a'ight. You ready?

Nah, I'm doin' the interview for Rap City.

Remember I told you that.

A'ight, man. Oh, shit, nigga.

Yeah, I told you about that. A'ight.

Peace.

Hey, peace. - Where you going?

With him.

Yo, this shit is fucking important, yo.

If it so important, where everybody else at, nigga?

No, you tryin' to hit this?

Hey. Hey, hey. Please.

You serious, cuz?

This is professionals. A'ight?

They from Juilliard.

Y'all wanna spark up, go outside.

Nah, chill, brah.

You don't think Beethoven sparked one?

Outside, nigga.

Tss.

Yo, what the fuck is going on?

Yo, guys, so this like that time before

when the Abbott wasn't smoking and drinking?

I don't think so, god. I just feel like...

He just want the musicians to be more comfortable.

Know what I mean? Word. - See, son?

That's the shit I'm talking about.

Why he worried about them being comfortable more than us?

Hello.

Mind if I...

You finish up in there?

Mm-mm. Bobby needed a break.

Can I, uh, have a hit?

Hey, what you doing, son?

You meditating or some shit?

No, uh...

Yo, I thought we'd be working by now, but...

The hell happened to everybody else?

They not fuckin' with my new shit.

So play me some shit, son.

Nobody was feeling this, son?

- Naw, yo. - This is crazy.

I know.

That violin a sample?

Nah. It's no samples, yo.

It's all-- all live instruments.

That's the issue that the brothers got with this shit.

They don't think it's real hip-hop.

It's fucking bullshit.

You know, most shit we sample for hip-hop

is live instruments, son.

Brothers is buggin'.

I'm 'bout to spit on this shit, king.

You was the first to... to pick up a pen

to sign the five-year contract.

Now you're the first to...

to pick up a pen to write for the album

that's going to end the contract.

You know, loyalty one-a my biggest strengths

and one-a my biggest weaknesses, son.

I'll rap over these orchestra beats,

but you got me dressin' up in a tuxedo like a conductor,

that's where I draw the line.

♪ Is it appetite for destruction? ♪

♪ Slap a murder rap on this production ♪

♪ I touch somethin' and trust nothing ♪

♪ Iron lung, Twisted Metal ♪

♪ I see 'em duckin' my dart gun ♪

♪ Bustin' from every angle ♪

♪ Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow ♪

♪ That be codenamed Agent Orange ♪

♪ Killing you slow ♪

♪ It's only right you pay homage ♪

♪ To those that's about to blow ♪

♪ Like that shit up your nose ♪

♪ Solid as a rock when I strike target ♪

♪ Verbal be screaming on you like a drill sergeant ♪

♪ Herbals got me where I wanna be right now ♪

♪ Don't know the time ♪

♪ Check the album on your sundial ♪

♪ Watch me shine ♪

♪ Drunk off-a cheap wine ♪

♪ Each line be on point when I speak mine ♪

♪ On behalf of my crew, Suu! ♪

♪ Enter the Wu, 36 more deadly chambers ♪

♪ To take you through ♪

Yeah, nigga.

It's that shit I'm talkin' 'bout right here, son.

It's that machine gun rap shit.

Know what I mean? Word.

It's a good song

to perform too, son. - Word.

We can get the whole crowd, know what I'm sayin',

doing the chorus and shit on some crazy shit.

- Nah, word, word. - Yo, but we need

the chorus, though--let's start with the chorus first.

Yo. Yo, yo.

Have y'all seen RZA?

He gotta be around here somewhere.

I mean, yeah.

Matter fact, yo, 'Vine, yo.

Come here.

It's been months since I got my royalty check.

I mean, have you gotten with accounting?

No, I'm getting at you.

Well, I'll have someone follow up on it.

A'ight?

Hey, yo.

That's the shit I be talkin' 'bout right there, son.

Right there, shit mad corporate now, right?

It's like-it's like- it's like you gotta

go through 20 niggas just to get reimbursed

with some fucking gas money.

Exactly, son.

Well, that's-- that's great, Steve.

Oh, yeah, look, he deserves it.

All right.

I'ma see you in an hour.

All right, peace, peace.

Was that Rifkind?

Yeah. He wants to sign Deck.

Hmm.

Yo, we shoulda signed him to Razor Sharp.

No, no, no, no, no.

We coulda, woulda, shoulda did a lotta things,

both good and bad.

But what we are doin'

is getting the biggest deal in hip-hop history... hmm?

A deal that could benefit all of us.

Now, Bobby, you ready for that?

I'm ready.

Shit, that's what I wanna hear.

Yo.

Three platinum records, three gold records,

including Ironman, which was certified this week,

five top-ten albums.

I mean Wu-Tang has sold over six million albums

in just over three years.

Six million is crazy.

I look forward to this next one

meeting the high standards that you've set for yourselves.

Everyone... everyone is excited

for this album to drop.

It's the follow-up to 36 Chambers.

It's gonna be the event of the year.

Let me tell you, my marketing team...

I didn't even ask them to start working on this.

They're so excited, they're already--

it's like fan art with these guys.

Yeah, we just-we just need to handle business,

then the Abbott can get to work.

You know what I'm saying?

So... how much?

W-uh, maybe like 1 million?

Uh, no, more-more like 2.

1 to 2 range.

- Closer to 2. - 1 to 2.

4.

4 mil.

You want a $4 million advance for a rap album?

Well, it's not 4 million for a rap album.

It's 4 million for the number-one album in the world.

Number-one album in the world, eh?

Well, obviously, that's the goal, uh...

with that being said, we have a...

Hey, I swear it.

Can you make it a double album?

A double album.

Yeah. Without a doubt.

Yo, yo, yo. What up, what up?

What's the word, huh? What's good?

U-GOD: What's good, man?

You finalize that deal? Know what I mean?

Spring coming up.

Wu Wear gotta be there when the flowers bloom.

Know what I mean?

Word. Yeah, I made a deal for the garments

but not the inventory storage.

They need they money up front. Know what I'm sayin'?

And I still need to collect checks from all y'all.

Hey, yo, I'm still waitin' for 'Vine

to give me my royalty check,

so soon as he gave me that shit,

I'm gon' hit you up for sure.

All right, brah. U-GOD: Yes, and I got you, too.

But you gotta give me a little minute.

Yo, son, it's all good.

I'm not even sweating it.

You all about to get paid anyway.

RZA and 'Vine, they just signed off on the new joint.

Word? Yup.

It's going to be a double album.

The hell is a double album?

Know what I mean? We gon' get double pay?

I guess so. Sound like it, right?

They ain't give me all the details yet.

That's the problem.

All these decisions gettin' made

with no consultation or nothing.

Yo, son, I feel you on that,

but to keep it real with you, you know what I'm saying,

y'all niggas signed the contract

to Wu-Tang Productions, right?

So, really, RZA could do whatever the fuck he wanna do.

He don't need y'all permission.

Hey, yo, look, as long as I get paid on time, I'm good.

I don't give a fuck about none-a that other shit.

So RZA wanna control the business.

Cool, whatever.

Creatively, they can't be all telling us

what to do and shit.

Creatively?

The fuck you talking about, nigga?

You wasn't even rappin' before RZA gave you a shot.

Yo, P, you ain't even gotta him like that, kid.

Fall back, son. Come on, kid.

U-GOD: And now I'm sayin' he might be

ruining my shot, nigga.

Yo, I ain't got my solo deal.

These niggas do.

So all that corny-ass violin-flute shit--

if that shit come off as wack,

that shit gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt them.

Yo, hold on a second.

Why don't you go through the process first

before you start predicting the future, my nigga?

RZA earned that.

It's a boss position right there.

Easy for you to say.

All you worried about is selling hoodies

and T-shirts and shit.

Don't know nothin' 'bout being a artist, nigga.

Yeah, but I know about bein' the boss, nigga.

I was flippin' bricks when you was still

fucking scraping 8s together.

And you still the same bitch-ass nigga

scrapin' up checks from us, right?

For your flip, nigga. Fuck is you talkin' about?

You wish you had boss.

Why don't you work on gettin' your rhymes together

'fore you come at me? Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,

yo, yo, y'all niggas gotta chill, son, for real.

Word. Know what I mean?

For real, son. - Word, word.

This corny-ass nigga over here talkin' mad shit.

Wow. U-GOD: Know what, P?

Fuck your check from Wu Wear, nigga.

Whatever, nigga. I don't need your fuckin' money.

Fuck outta here.

Oh, shit! Yo--

Yo, son, take this back.

[tense music plays

Hey, hey, hey!

He bit you?

Yeah, son.

I had that nigga in a fucking yoke.

Was the only way he could get out.

Lucky he wasn't wearing a fucking grill.

Hey, yo, where is he?

Yo, 'Vine, let it go.

Naw, nigga, he bit you.

Yeah, but I'ma see him when I see him.

Know what I'm saying?

But look, it ain't just you, dawg.

It's them other niggas.

They unhappy, son.

Yo, I know they fucking unhappy.

I just don't know why. You know, they're all rich.

Know what I mean? We made them rich.

Right, yeah, but they not all professionals yet.

You know what I mean?

You know, maybe one day, maybe not.

It's a steep learning curve. I can admit that.

I know it is, but shit, we got there.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, 'cause we different.

You know that.

Yo.

I know I haven't been around for you as much this...

this year, you know.

You haven't.

It's all good. I get it.

I, um...

You know, I-I-I been meaning to give you this, uh...

For Wu Wear.

Oh, shit. Ha.

My nigga. Ha.

You ain't have to do that.

- Yeah, I did. - Ha.

RZA and U-GOD: ♪ It's yours, 23 million of useful land ♪

♪ It's yours, the seed and the Black woman ♪

♪ It's yours, double LP for Wu-Tang Clan ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ It's yours, it's yours ♪

I love it.

Yeah, really love it.

Is it the single? - One of them.

It ain't the first one. I don't have that yet.

But the album is almost done.

So...

Okay, well, these are all great things, RZA.

I don't understand. What's wrong?

It's nine guys, Steve.

It's nine... hardheaded alpha males.

Now, it's never been easy to come together, and...

and work, but...

this time feels... different.

It feel...

it feel worse.

What, are you kidding me, RZA?

As far as great bands go, great groups,

this is just another day in the office.

Ha. Another day in the...

yo, after the five years are up,

there may not be another day in the office, yo.

How could you even say that?

I'm saying it 'cause it's the truth.

Why do you think I didn't give a shit about you guys

signing with whatever labels for these solo deals?

Because nothing will ever be bigger than the group.

And 5 years from now, or 10 years from now,

20 years from now,

you'll still be able to sell out shows...

because people chase greatness.

And greatness...

Greatness is forever.

It's Prodigy.

Let me take this?

Yeah, go ahead.

Tell them I say what's up. - Yo.

RZA says what up? How you doing?

Forever...

♪ As the world turns, I spread like germ ♪

♪ Bless the globe with the pestilence ♪

♪ The hardheaded never learn ♪

♪ That's my testament to those burned ♪

♪ Play my position in the game of life, standing firm ♪

Yo, so you wanna just put it out on the streets

after you film it with the special effects and shit?

You'd have to ask the director the specifics,

but yes.

Cool. Tell him I want mad fire around me

like Johnny Blaze and shit.

Word.

Hey, yo, first video of the first album,

I had to get my head chopped off.

Know what I'm saying?

I'm a member now, director man.

My shit gotta be big.

RZA, we have to talk about Dirty.

Is he even here yet?

No.

Right, well, y'all got all his shit a his...

We got the Skittles, the oysters,

the prime rib from Lawry's,

but now he is asking for a down comforter,

and he won't come until we get it.

Have one of the PAs get it.

The most expensive video in hip-hop

just got that much more expensive.

Hey, yo, bring out Ghost and Rae, please.

They're not ready.

All right, I guess I'll have to... do my verse first.

Your wings aren't ready.

My wings not ready?

What?

Yo, let me see.

I am DJ Kicktech broadcasting to you

all the way live from 92.3 The Beat Los Angeles.

Wu-Tang Forever dropped this week.

And man, it's another banger.

The record is phenomenal.

That live violin on "Reunited" is absolutely bananas.

And "Triumph" has been the most requested song

for the last 24 hours.

The excitement surrounding Wu-Tang Forever

reached meteorological proportions.

Wu-Tang Forever entered at number one--

certified platinum out of the box.

The world, I'm telling y'all,

y'all need to cop this album.

And with this new Wu album, you could honestly debate

that RZA's into the top three

hip-hop producers of all time category.

Hey, yo.

You're number one in the world, baby.

Not number one in America,

not number one on some hip-hop/R&B chart--

number one in the motherfucking world!

Word, son.

Yo, son, we bigger than the motherfucking

Spice Girls, nigga.

For real, for real.

Oh, son, those chicks is everywhere.

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

You listen to the Spice Girls?

A little bit, know what I'm saying?

Everybody do, though. Everybody do.

Yo, come on, you can't go nowhere

without hearing them. - We are too, though, right?

We everywhere now. - Right.

At places we would have never thought we would touch.

- Exactly. - Yo.

Not just that, right?

I just finished talkin' to a big concert promoter.

He wants to do a joint tour with Wu-Tang

and Rage Against the Machine.

Yo, the biggest rock group and the biggest rap group together

in arenas, not just, uh...

not just clubs.

Yo, the promoter was here just a few seconds ago.

He wants to talk to you. Let me see if I can find him.

Hey, this is some... unprecedented shit...

For real. - For our group.

For real. - Yo, our-our fandom

is gonna grow like, what, by 10s,

20s, maybe, even?

Yo, we play our cards right on this tour,

we set for life. - For real.

See, that was the whole point, right?

Ha. Yo, son, we about to sell a shit ton of merch.

Know what I mean?

Niggas gonna wanna buy that shit.

Why are you always talking about merch, son?

Yo, Killa, how it feel to be on top, god?

Mm. Ha.

It's a beautiful thing, lord. It's a beautiful thing.

Yo, check it.

To me, it ain't even about where the album started, dawg.

It's about being a part of the group, with my brothers, man.

Officially. That's what I'm talking about.

Word. Yeah, now you ain't gotta keep a secret identity

like you Batman or something. - All right, man.

Nah, nah, you earned your spot on the team.

Hey, yo.

What's good, nigga?

We did it, cuz. Yeah, we did it, yo.

Number one, yo. - Number one.

- Hey, yo, where's Dirty at? - I seen him earlier.

I think he ran off in a limo with a gang a chicks.

What about Meth? You see him?

Pssh. Wasn't really feeling it with all the cameras

and mics on his face and shit. - Mics and shit.

But, yo, we number one, cuz.

A'ight.

♪ Yeah, gettin' that money ♪

♪ Blowin' down your motherfuckin' roof ♪

♪ It be Hurricane G, subwoofing out your ass ♪

♪ From first staff up through parks... ♪

Yo, P.

Ooh, okay.

What up, U-God? You good?

All good, son.

Can't complain. Got something for you, though.

♪ 'Cause we gonna keep it live all night, yo ♪

♪ Yeah, one love to my fam in Boricua land ♪

♪ My hermanitos sparking up trees ♪

♪ 112 buddah keys... ♪

Word up.

For Wu Wear. Good looking, kid.

Appreciate that.

U-GOD: Yeah, you know we fam.

What's up, boy?

Yo.

You twisted?

Nah, just sippin'.

Word.

Hey, once we're done with, uh,

the promotion for Wu-Tang Forever,

yo, we getting started on your album, right?

Hmph.

Nah, I ain't trippin'.

Yeah, whatever.

Hey, uh... verse in "Triumph"?

That might be one-a the best verses

on any Wu-Tang album ever, yo.

Yo, how'd you even, uh, come up with that shit?

♪ Bomb atomically... ♪

I can't even do it like you, nigga.

You said I always been a soldier, right?

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, yo, what up, what up, what up?

Yo, yo, yo. What's good?

Chilling.

Wearing fur in the club, nigga?

Yeah, I'm the only one that could do some shit like this,

for real.

Know what I mean?

No, but I--I just came by to say what up

before we head out.

You're heading out?

Yeah, me and Rae got a show.

Should come through when you finish with all of this.

Know what I mean?

Peace, dog.

Peace.

Yo.

Celebrating all by yourself?

No, I'm just, uh...

taking it in.

Stay up at the top of the mountain too long,

it gets lonely, doesn't it?

Hey, RZA.

Yeah, so this is Kenny Jones,

the concert promoter I was telling you about.

Oh, yeah, Kenny's an OG in the game.

He did a New Edition tour back when I used to manage them,

when, uh, Mitch and I were just getting our first bonus.

Huh? - Word, word.

Congratulations, man. - Let's do this.

The new sounds on this album--

I bet they're gonna sound incredible live.

Which is exactly what we wanted to talk to you about.

Right, see, they wanna get the tour started quickly

to capitalize on all momentum.

In arenas, not clubs.

Word.

All right? I'm going.

Great.

I've never seen so many problems

at the start of a tour,

and I promise you,

I've dealt with some gnarly shit

in the 20-plus years I've been promoting concerts.

We--we understand things have not been perfect,

but, uh, as you know, it's-- it's a lot of new material.

So the guys, they--they-- they just still trying

to find their rhythm.

It's kind of hard to find your rhythm

when you don't show up.

Oh, come on, man. I...

I've been here every night.

You're here all the time--

a couple of other guys.

Everyone else seems to show up whenever they're in the mood.

And Ol' Dirty Bastard-- where the fuck he's been?

I think I saw him once in the distance,

like a Bigfoot sighting.

Okay.

Look, the dynamics of your group is your business.

Managing Rage, I feel you.

Believe me.

But my most pressing concern is that you guys

hit the stage on time.

We talked before the tour about switching off who opens

and who closes, but because you guys tend to be late,

my guys have been opening up most of the shows,

which is unfair to them.

All right?

Look, we'll get everyone together.

And I promise you, we'll be on that stage on time.

If not, we're gonna have to go

in a different direction.

Whoa, hold, hold, hold,

hold, hold, hold up. What does that mean?

It means get your shit together or get off the tour.

Nah.

You--you can't do that.

I could have done it already.

Our agreement is void if the Wu-Tang Clan--

the entire Wu-Tang Clan--

does not perform at three shows.

And we're way past that.

Okay, hold, hold, hold, hold on, hold on, hold on.

We--we're gonna figure something out.

Are you cool with that?

We love your music--

like, really love your music.

But we've run out of patience.

You guys got 90 minutes.

If you bust your ass to get on stage

the way that you've been hawking Wu merch on this tour,

you should be good.

90 minutes.

Yo, son, how have we got

the number-one album in the country--

hip-hop album-- and we performing here, son?

What you mean?

This is one of the biggest venue we've ever performed at.

Been like that the whole tour.

Yo, son, I'm--I'm not talking about...

I'm not talking about the venue.

Know what I mean?

Yo, the crowds are huge,

whatever you think of them.

Rock-and-roll shit might be different,

but tell me you won't fuck with Rage.

Yo, son, what's the name of the band

that's performing right now?

So what's next? What's next?

We gonna be rhyming over this shit, son?

No, man, that shit-- that's a non-signer.

Hold on, what--what's this? This swine?

Yeah, that's pork. It's pork, right?

Listen, yo, the shows have been live.

You know what I'm saying? And the weed--

shit, that shit is next fucking level.

You--you on your hippy shit.

That's what's really going on.

I see. Yeah.

All right, so bright, we've been making headlines recently

for the right reasons.

But if we get kicked off this tour,

we're gonna be making headlines

for the wrong reasons.

I mean, this could really fuck up

the brand, know what I mean?

You know what today is, right?

What?

It's the last day of our contracts, yo.

After midnight, the five years is up.

Shit.

I knew it was coming up,

but with everything going on, I--

hey, yo, you acting like that when the contract's up,

this is all over.

And it's not, Bobby.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe not.

All I know is, we won't have control anymore.

So this might be the last time Wu-Tang performs together.

Let's just get through today, all right?

All right.

Yo, so, uh, who's missing?

Um, Ghost, Meth, and--yo, shocker--Dirty.

Yo, Meth will show up.

I'll find Dirty, and you'll find Ghost?

Me find Ghost?

Yo, that nigga hasn't talked to me since the tour started.

Yo, just get in and-- and find him for me.

A'ight.

Nah, I ain't make it.

U-GOD: Let me see that shit. Hey, yo.

Yo, yo.

Any of y'all niggas see, uh, Dirty?

Yeah, like, what, like, a week ago?

And last I seen, him and Power got into it

over him throwing boxes of Wu Wear merch into the crowd

before he ran off and shit.

Ran off... like, where?

Like, inside the venue or, like, off site?

I don't know, nigga. That's your cousin.

Yo, and they got us opening up

with "Heaven & Hell."

If we open up with a Raekwon track,

we should move up "Incarcerated Scarfaces."

I don't make the playlist.

I just play the playlist.

Now, who said I'm doing "Scarfaces"?

I did.

Thought it would be a good idea for you to perform

some songs off of Cuban Linx.

"Criminology" too?

Yo, son, who--who is this good for?

Nah, listen, I didn't make Cuban Linx

for these rock dudes, man.

I made it for niggas in the street.

This audience not even gonna understand that shit.

I'm not about-- I'm not doing it.

Hey, Sha, the entire point of this shit

is to expand our audience,

not just for Wu-Tang or Masta Killa,

but U-God, for all of us as individual artists.

Again, you ain't ask us about none of that.

Again... Know what I mean?

- Fuck, nigga. - You ain't ask us

if we wanted instruments on this shit.

You ain't ask us if we wanted to do this tour.

You ain't ask us-- you ain't talking

to us about the set list. - Yo, yo, whatever, nigga.

- Yeah, whatever. - Yeah, whatever, Sha.

Okay, cool, we don't even matter

'cause your contract expires today, nigga.

Ooh. Yeah.

At midnight, nigga.

So that means I'm in charge of this motherfucker.

You gave me five years, not a second less.

So any issue you got, talk that shit out

with your shrink, nigga.

This motherfucker...

Hey, yo, have you seen Dirty, yo?

Look at this nigga.

He's the Abbott, right?

The Abbott in control, right?

But ain't never have control of his fucking cousin.

Dirty only been to, like, two or three shows.

If he don't gotta be here, I don't gotta be here.

Fuck is you talking about?

Fuck all this shit, son.

You know where you gonna find me:

at the hotel, nigga.

This shit dumb.

Fuck both of them niggas, son.

Give me and Killa they cut.

Know what I mean?

Now you're talking.

Yo, fuck this fucking shit, yo.

He said he'd be that way.

Hey, yo.

Yo, peace, God.

You want to hit this?

So you've been here this whole time.

Yeah, pretty much, son.

Yeah.

Pretty much.

And you don't see a problem with that?

I see a lot of problems with my behavior, son.

But that's why I'm taking all this time

to do all this self-reflecting, God.

Word.

Yeah, well, while you out here

self-reflecting and shit,

we out there fucking pulling your weight, son.

Yeah, I know.

But yo--yo, you killed it on that "Daytona 500,"

at that, um--where was that at?

Yo, it was Atlanta, right?

Yo, you gave it away, shorty.

Hold on.

You was at the show, son? Yo, we was there, son.

Yo, who the fuck all these people, son?

Josh and Jordan, son. 'Sup?

They picked me up at the airport,

and we've been following the tour

for, like, three shows, God.

There. Yeah.

Hey, yo, don't sleep on these white boys, Rae.

A lot of them know our shit, son.

Word is bond.

Are you gonna answer that?

...zero calories.

Now there's nothing--

Stock prices rose--

Hello? Rie.

Yeah, Rie, is Ghost there?

Yeah, hold on.

It's Divine.

Yo, I--I don't need to talk to him.

I just need you to get him to the venue.

That's not my job.

Rie--

We agreed to keep relationship

and business separate, did we not?

Okay, we did.

However, this situation is different, okay?

Every situation is gonna be different,

which is why we should just never go down this road.

But, Rie, listen. You really need to listen--

Okay, bye-bye. - Rie?

Shurrie--

Stupid.

What?

Oh.

No.

Yup.

Yo.

Yo, we having another one?

Yeah.

Yo.

I bet you're hoping it's a girl this time, huh?

And I bet you hope it's a boy.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do, I do.

No, but either way, yo, we celebrating tonight.

Hey, yo, so what you wanna do?

You wanna ball out on--on room service?

Get the nice little sundae you like?

You want go somewhere nice? - Uh-uh, uh-uh.

Go somewhere?

Don't we have a concert in, like, an hour?

We?

Uh, yeah.

I've been wanting to go to one of the shows.

Catch the next one.

About to do, like, 30 more anyway.

It's not that big of a deal.

Maybe not to you, but to other people, it is.

What, you, like, a...

a exec at Razor Sharp now?

Don't start.

Look, I know it's hard being on the road

and performing in front of new audiences.

And--and sometimes, you don't feel well.

And sometimes, you don't even wanna be

on that stage at all. I get it.

But you know what else is hard?

Being a motherfucking mom.

And we don't get to not show up for work.

So I feel like, if I'm showing up,

you should show up, too.

Mm-hmm.

- One for you. - Yes.

Hey, yo, let me get one of these?

Sure, man, take two.

Thanks, yo.

Peace.

Nice.

You got one for me too.

You got a preference?

Not going great?

No.

I feel you.

But I've only got four guys to worry about.

You've got nine.

Eight.

Nine, if you're including yourself.

Are you saying you don't think about yourself?

What you mean?

You have helped build their solo careers.

Do you ever think of your own?

Look, I am in the artist business,

but not all artists get business.

I can tell you get it, though.

Well, I... have this solo concept--

Bobby Digital.

Cool.

If you ever wanna just be an artist and let someone else

do the business, let's talk.

All right.

With all due respect, all cards on the table,

what can you do for me

that I haven't already done for myself?

I heard you got 4 million for Wu-Tang Forever.

Yeah, biggest deal of all time.

For hip-hop.

I can get you rock and roll prices--

6 million.

That's--that's bullshit.

Ha!

It's a big world out there.

After five years, your guys can do what they want.

Doesn't that include you, too,

Bobby Digital?

Your 90 minutes is up.

If you just give us a little more time--

I'm sorry, Divine. You guys are finished.

Kenny, where are you going?

Kenny-- Fuck, man!

Yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, what, what, what?

Are they kicking us off the tour?

Not only that, they're not even letting us

perform tonight.

Hey, yo, why everybody bugging out?

People are bummed.

Wu-Tang's not performing.

Wu-Tang ain't performing?

The fuck is going on, son?

Hey, yo, Bobby, they don't get to say

if we get to perform or not, God.

Come on, son.

They can't take this shit away from our fans, yo.

Yo, cuz, I say we just rush the stage like we used to.

Yo, it's a county curfew, nigga.

They gonna cut our sound.

Hey, where the fuck is Meth at, huh?

Yo, son, I just talked to 'Vine.

We getting kicked off the tour?

Hey, yo, so I came all this way

for no fucking reason then?

Hey, yo, so you're not mad

we're getting kicked off the tour?

Man, fuck this fucking tour.

I've been saying that.

We could do our own shit.

That's the fuck I been saying.

What the fuck is y'all nigga stalking about?

There's mad fans out there who came to see us, yo.

Word. Mad fans, son.

Hey, yo, they booing the shit at whoever on stage, God.

We should go kick them off.

Word. - They booing us, nigga.

How they booing us?

How you never know what the fuck is going on, son?

The fuck is you talking about, son?

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, yo, yo, chill, guys.

Yo, Abbott.

Abbott, what you got to say, son?

Our album is number one in the world.

That's crazy.

We did that shit.

Not I, not you,

we.

Nobody can never take that away from any

of you or your families.

I'm proud of y'all niggas.

And I hope y'all are too.

I, uh, asked y'all crazy asses for five years of your life,

and y'all gave that shit to me.

And for that, I'm thankful.

Now, uh, when the clock strikes 12:00,

your purpose will be fulfilled.

Whatever happens today, tomorrow, or even ten years,

just know I love y'all niggas.

Y'all my brothers.

It's, uh--it's been a wild ride, right?

But, uh, I'm giving up.

I'm done.

Yo, fuck is you talking about giving up, God?

'Cause we're a bunch of fuck-ups and felons?

And misfits?

Yo, that's why you put us together, yo.

That's who the fuck we are.

Yo, we the most unlikely success story

from the five boroughs, man.

Hey, yo, we ain't going out like that, yo.

Fuck that.

Hey, yo, y'all thought you weren't gonna see me?

What the fuck is up?

I never thought I'd be here.

I'm from Georgia.

I was the third oldest of 12 kids.

My daddy was a deacon, though.

But he also sold moonshine on the low at his nightclub.

And it was at that nightclub that I first learned

how to sing and play the guitar,

you know what I'm saying?

Hey, yo.

You been here the whole time?

I didn't even think to look here.

It was like 60% white folks in that crowd, son.

Yeah, I know.

Hey.

Shit.

They here for the Wu, right?

My bad, y'all.

It's not my story.

That's Little Richard I'm thinking about.

But yo, I do got a point.

Yo, fuck this guy.

Kill the sound. We're done.

We're done. Kill the fucking sound.

Whoa, whoa, no, no, no, no. Wait, wait just one second.

Okay, okay, Kenny, Kenny, just--just please.

Please give us a chance.

Okay?

Look, they're all on stage right now.

I see one guy on the stage.

Kenny, I hear you, but see, this is how we--

we like to start with ODB. - Oh, my God.

I am so tired of this conversation.

Jesus Christ. - Hey, hey.

So am I. I am--I'm so sick of this.

But this is gonna be fucking amazing.

Yo, yo, yo, hip-hop is rock and roll.

Wu-Tang... is rock and roll!

Yo.

Listen up, all right?

Each and every one of y'all gave me a check

so we could grow Wu Wear on our own, right?

But it wasn't just about the money, though.

It's about us sticking together.

And if we stick together, we'll be Wu-Tang forever.

That's why we built this shit.

This our shit.

Nobody else did this but us.

We did.

That's right, Chef. Grab your sword.

Hey, yo, Mav.

Play my shit, son.

Ah!

Hey, yo, it sound like y'all ready for that Wu-Tang shit.

Y'all ready?

When I say Wu, y'all say Tang.

Wu-- Tang.

Wu-- Tang!

Hey, yo, Mav, drop that shit, son.

Drop that shit.

Wu-Tang motherfucking go!

♪ Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back ♪

♪ Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flash stacks ♪

♪ See through yellow lines... ♪

That nigga's waiting for us, brah.

♪ Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton ♪

♪ Relaxed, wrote this, coming at your crab-ass culprits ♪

♪ Snatch ya ice off chilling in the back ♪

♪ Throw the lights off ♪

♪ Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion ♪

♪ Thick snare, I'm feeling like a snail in the ocean ♪

♪ What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? ♪

♪ Melodic single, darts snap a nigga just like fish ♪

♪ You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test yo ♪

♪ Select the wrong department ♪

♪ And niggas pulled up your 'dress ♪

Wu-Tang's forever, right?

♪ Canal chain, nigga, where your vest at? ♪

♪ Flex'll make me wanna bless that ♪

- Yeah, nigga. - Rock that shit.

Rock that shit.

♪ Flatten all the main ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The world in the palm of your hand ♪

CHORUS ♪ It's yours ♪

♪ 23 million of useful land ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The seed and the Black woman ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan ♪

♪ Yo, it's yours ♪

♪ Super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq ♪

♪ Baby love the ganja leaf every day of the week ♪

All right, all right. It's ten minutes till curfew.

You got ten minutes.

Ten minutes! Okay?

Beautiful. Beautiful.

- Okay, ten minutes, Divine. - Thank you.

Thank you, sir. Ten minutes, all right.

Just so you know, you should go--

how about this?

I'ma find you-- I'ma find you--

Just do your job. Just do your job.

All right, all right, I got you.

I got you. Okay.

♪ Consumes toxic tunes ♪

♪ Hellbound, species 40-ounce typhoon ♪

It's crazy coming from where we came from.

Yeah.

We out the hood now.

Maybe. You know.

Just got to always bring the hood with us

wherever we go, son.

Know what I mean?

So they never forget.

Word.

♪ Better revamp their shit or get blamped ♪

♪ At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle ♪

♪ Crack your skull like bottles ♪

♪ Leave you stiff as models ♪

♪ Hey, yo, you couldn't pull one drag off my blunt ♪

♪ You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag ♪

♪ With scissors in your hands it's Masta Killa ♪

♪ I stand close to walls like number four, The Lizard ♪

♪ And channel through solar panels ♪

♪ Blast off like Roman Candles ♪

♪ Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel ♪

♪ You cocker spaniel dogs can't fuck with our catalog ♪

♪ Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog ♪

♪ It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you ♪

♪ The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues ♪

♪ Million-dollar rap crews fold ♪

♪ Check the sick shit, explicit ♪

♪ I crystallize your rhyme so you can sniff it ♪

♪ We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye ♪

♪ No surprise, verbal stick up, put 'em high ♪

♪ Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw ♪

♪ Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4 ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The world in the palm of your hand ♪

♪ It's yours ♪ - ♪ 23 million of useful land ♪

♪ It's yours! ♪

♪ The seed and the Black woman ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan ♪

♪ Yours ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Check Wu-Tang ♪

♪ Wu-Tang ♪

♪ Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe ♪

♪ Seen Dorothy in the garden, getting skied, row eight ♪

♪ We hold a belt, son, that's my word ♪

♪ Spot a rapper, run him down ♪

♪ Throw him out in the third ♪

♪ Yo, check it ♪

♪ I think like the man behind the register ♪

♪ Evergreen smokin' estates ♪

♪ 'Vine and Power made me treasurer with third down ♪

♪ Six to go flash his strobe lights ♪

♪ I'm open RZA hit me off lovely, and I love them ♪

♪ With root beer thoughts ♪

♪ Here's a tennis court for your birthday ♪

♪ The baby face of rap politic with Sade ♪

♪ Avenging eagle crooks, rock the W and Spiegel books ♪

♪ Anheuser-Busch kings came through ♪

♪ And stopped your whole juks ♪

♪ Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes ♪

♪ Painful, like hearing the news, like when your man go ♪

♪ Ends blow, windy at times ♪

♪ Watch the room, sexy girl ♪

♪ Love the shit out the song ♪

♪ Now watch her water ♪ ♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The world in the palm of your hand ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ 23 million of useful land ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ The seed and the Black woman ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

♪ Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan ♪

♪ It's yours ♪

- ♪ Wu-Tang ♪ - ♪ It's yours! ♪

♪ Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! ♪

♪ Wu-Tang! ♪

That's what I like.

Y'all fucking with us tonight, huh?

Yeah.

Put your hands, put your hands up.

Put your motherfucking hands up!

Soo!

What?

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Wu-Tang, motherfuckers ♪

Yo, Wu!

♪ Reunited, double LP, world excited ♪

♪ Struck a match to the underground ♪

♪ Industry ignited ♪

♪ From metaphorical parables ♪

♪ To fertilize the Earth ♪

♪ Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf ♪

♪ Scatting off soft-ass beats them niggas rap happily ♪

♪ Tragically, that style deteriorates rapidly ♪

♪ Uncompleted missions ♪

♪ Throwing your best known compositions ♪

♪ You couldn't add it up if you mastered addition ♪

♪ Where I come from, getting visuals is habitual ♪

♪ You're more safe walking on hot coals in rituals ♪

♪ I splash the paint on the wall, formed a mural ♪

♪ He took a look, saw ♪

♪ The manifestation of it was plural ♪

♪ Rhyming while impaired, dart hit your garment ♪

♪ Pierced your internal streamlined compartments ♪

♪ Just consider the unparalleled advantage ♪

♪ Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage ♪

♪ Bitch-ass niggas counterfeit the funk ♪

♪ I smoke the bead of the skunk, tree top of the trunk ♪

♪ Moonshine drunken monk, your head get shrunk ♪

♪ Your treasure sunk, I'll be fucking bitches by the chunk ♪

♪ My name black, you worms want to play in my dirt? ♪

♪ Bitch stop, my mama serve free lunch at the church. ♪

♪ I come like a thousand doves ♪

♪ Bitch, you quiet at the bus, making no fuss ♪

♪ I got self-love ♪

♪ Unglove the noose, watch a nigga transfuse ♪

♪ Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze ♪

♪ I don't walk, I get carried ♪

♪ Gold and platinum Frisbees, on my wall, looking properly ♪

♪ But comely, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers ♪

♪ The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man ♪

♪ My grandfather ♪

♪ Step up and get knocked right the fuck out ♪

♪ Come to the cookout, you dirty bitch at the mouth ♪

♪ You scared, run around like the plane about to crash ♪

♪ Wu-Tang, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ Yo, the Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula ♪

♪ Bigger dick sex enigma, pistil fertilize your stigma ♪

♪ Stinkbox order from Pink Dot MCs get stuck on ink blots ♪

♪ AirSound plug into the sinkbox ♪

♪ Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewarp ♪

♪ Talk strange like Bjork, great hero Jim Thorpe ♪

♪ How can I put it life is like a video footage ♪

♪ Hard to edit, directors that never understood it ♪

♪ Too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage ♪

♪ Attack when you least notice through explosive postage ♪

♪ I don't play, the rap soufflé sauté for that day ♪

♪ Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig-A, Leg-Leg Arm-Head ♪

♪ Spread like plague, we drink Hennessy by the keg ♪

♪ I got the golden egg plus the goose ♪

♪ 80 proof Absolut mixed with cranberry fruit juice ♪

♪ Ginseng root I got your neck in a noose ♪

♪ Keep my money wrinkled ♪

♪ The rap star twinkle killer instinct ♪

♪ 16 bar nickel sell more copies than Kinko ♪

♪ Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us ♪

♪ And we return like Jesus when the whole world need us ♪

♪ Is it appetite for destruction? ♪

♪ Slap a murder rap on this production ♪

♪ I touch something, trust nothing ♪

♪ Iron Lung, Twisted Metal ♪

♪ I see them ducking my dart gun ♪

♪ Busting from every angle ♪

♪ Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow ♪

♪ That be codenamed Agent Orange, killing you slow ♪

♪ It's only right you pay homage ♪

♪ To those that's 'bout to blow ♪

♪ Like that shit up your nose ♪

♪ Solid as a rock when I strike target ♪

♪ Verbal be screaming on you like a drill sergeant ♪

♪ Herbals got me where I want to be right now ♪

♪ Don't know the time, check the hour on your sundial ♪

♪ Watch me shine ♪

♪ Drunk off of cheap wine ♪

♪ Each line be on point when I speak mine ♪

♪ On behalf of my crew ♪

♪ Suu! ♪ ♪ Enter the Wu ♪

♪ 36 more deadly chambers to take you through ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Wu-Tang motherfuckers ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

Time's up, Divine.

- What are you talking about? - We're done.

No, no. No, we're not.

It's 11 o' clock. It's curfew.

We got--we are done. We're shutting down.

You're fucking kidding me.

I warned you about this. I'm not kidding here.

It's fucking time.

Kenny, Kenny, I got them on stage.

We can't shut them down right now!

We have to. It's not about me.

It's about the goddamn county.

God damn Kenny, you've been fucking me

this whole goddamn time.

When I say "hip-hop," y'all say, "one love."

Hip-hop. One love.

When I say "Wu-Tang," y'all say "forever."

Wu-Tang Forever!

Wu-Tang Forever.

Put them W's up in the fucking sky.

Yo.

Y'all thought y'all wasn't going to see me?

I'm the Osiris of this shit.

Wu-Tang is here forever motherfuckers.

This--this '97.

A'ight, my niggas and my niggarettes.

You want to kick us off the fucking tour?

Go ahead, kick us off this fucking tour.

- I will! - But listen to me.

I'll be damned if you don't let my crew finish they set.

They are done.

You're not hearing me. They are done.

Then you gonna have to go through me to get them off.

We don't have to do this. No, we don't.

Yeah. All right.

Go on.

Go ahead.

Thank you. - They sound great.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

♪ I inspect view through the future see millennium ♪

♪ Killa Beez sold fifty gold-- ♪

Kenny, Kenny, where are you going?

Fuck off, Divine.

Yo, who cut the mics?

Yo, Mav, what up, huh?

This crazy right here.

♪ Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics ♪

♪ Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths ♪

♪ Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in ♪

♪ Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function ♪

♪ Heads by the score, take flight, incite a war ♪

♪ Chicks hit the floor, die-hard fans demand more ♪

♪ Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly ♪

♪ Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi ♪

♪ Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock ♪

♪ Wu got it locked, preforming live on your hottest block ♪

Suu!

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Where did we order this from?

The greens look too soggy.

We should have cooked this ourselves.

Mama, I didn't want to be standing over no hot stove.

The way my back has been killing me,

and with all their new dietary restrictions--

mm-mm, no thank you.

Mommy, where the turkey at?

There.

Vegan turkey.

I guess I'll just get the real thing

at Nia's parents' tonight, huh?

Hey, yo.

Infinite's still asleep.

All that running around and shit outside got him tired.

Good. - All right.

Hey, yo, what is this right here?

Miss Diggs?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yo.

Yo, what up. Miss Linda.

We got some sides.

Okay. Oh.

Mmm, mmm, smells delicious.

Okay, all right.

All right, what's in it?

Mi offer bomboclat ackee and jerk tofu.

Do you know what mi say? Aha!

I told you we should have cooked.

Yo!

Hey, Miss Linda. Hey.

All right, put this in the fridge,

see if there's some room.

All right.

Hey. What, no Dontae?

He's with his moms. I'ma see him later, though.

All right.

Yo, what up, what up, what up?

Yo. Yo, peace.

Bro, peace, what up?

Yo, what's up with all the gifts?

It ain't Christmas yet. - Yo, son.

Come on, man. I'm not gonna see y'all niggas.

I'ma be in Italy for a couple of weeks.

- Word? - Yeah.

Careful of them shorties out there, yo.

You might not come back.

On my godfather shit, then, son.

It's whatever, know what I mean?

Word.

Ah!

ODB!

Working on Thanksgiving, baby? - C'mon.

You know I don't celebrate this white man holiday, man.

Pilgrims killing the Indians and shit, man come on.

Y'all should be ashamed.

That may be the origins of Thanksgiving,

but the holiday's about family, togetherness.

- That's right. - Yes, baby.

Oh, and taking a break from work.

I'm so sorry, Mommy.

I had to finish up the track for Meth.

Yo. - Mm, mm, mm.

All right. I love you.

Love you too.

Hey!

Oh, cutie.

All right. Beautiful.

Yo, I'm starving, kid.

Where that turkey at?

Where's the turkey at, though?

Hey, yo, that's the turkey right there, yo.

That?

Yo, just because you vegan do not mean

I'm about to stop eating drumsticks.

Vegan or not, what--

where the drinks at? Where the wine at?

Hold on, I asked you if there was gonna be drinks here,

and it was simple.

You know what I realized?

I've never gotten a picture of all of you together.

Come on, can you guys stop posing?

You don't have to be so hard all the time.

Look at where you are now.

Wu-Mansion.

This whole property might be as big

as Park Hill and Stapleton combined.

And you did all this because you stuck together,

and you gonna keep doing it by sticking together.

Because none of you know what you went through but you.

I don't care how many fights you get into,

you have a bond that will never be broken.

Yeah, yo.

Brothers forever, right? - All right, yeah.

Let's take this shit.

All right.

C'mon, Divine, let's see them.

One, two, three.

Good.

Can you all now smile?

One,

two, three.

♪ Yo, the family is the solution ♪

They sold more than 40 million albums worldwide.

They--yeah.

They paved the way for countless hip-hop artists.

♪ And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight ♪

♪ Matter of fact, bring out the girls ♪

♪ And let's have a mud fight ♪

Wu-Tang Clan!

Wu-Tang Clan.

Hey, everybody. Hey, everybody.

Yeah.

First of all, let me say this.

It is an honor to have all of you together again.

This is historic, and I truly appreciate it.

Wu-Tang, we have something in common with each other.

It's a brotherhood, a respect.

And when we say a better tomorrow,

we're striving to make a better tomorrow for ourselves

but also to inspire a better tomorrow for the world, yo.

We're in Staten Island today, a'ight?

We're on the corner of Sobel Court

and Targee Street.

They are getting the district renamed,

so it's Wu-Tang Clan District.

I don't know how y'all see it,

but when it comes to the children,

Wu-Tang is for the children.

We teach the children, you know what I mean?

Puffy is good, but Wu-Tang is the best, okay?

I want y'all to know that this is ODB,

and I love you all.

Peace.

Wu-Tang is for the children.

Wu-Tang is for the people.

If you feel me and you understand me,

put your Wu-Tang Ws all the way up in the sky,

and let's hold the world up.

Those Ws represent your wings,

and with those wings, you can fly above anything.

All bullshit.

You can fly above oppression.

You can fly above racism.

You can fly above poverty.

With those wings right there,

you shall make it to the place you wanna be,

and you shall have your triumph.

When I say "Wu-Tang," you say "forever."

Wu-Tang! Forever!

Wu-Tang!

♪ What, y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me? ♪

♪ Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking chin ♪

♪ Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums ♪

♪ We'll be coming around the mountain when I come ♪

♪ Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment ♪

♪ My clan increase like Black unemployment ♪

♪ Yeah, another one dare G-Gka-Genius ♪

♪ Take us the fuck outta here ♪

♪ The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels ♪

♪ Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel ♪

♪ Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel ♪

♪ Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum ♪

♪ Under the table ♪

♪ That's what you get when you misuse what I invent ♪

♪ Your empire falls and you lose every cent ♪

♪ For tryna blow up a scrub ♪

♪ Now that thought was just as bright ♪

♪ As a 20-watt light bulb ♪

♪ Should've pumped it when I rocked it ♪

♪ So stingy they got short arms and deep pockets ♪

♪ They're scared to death to pump these ♪

♪ First of all, who's your A&R ♪

♪ A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar ♪

♪ But he don't know the meanin' of dope ♪

♪ When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap ♪

♪ That's cleaner than a bar of soap ♪

♪ And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight ♪

♪ Matter of fact, bring out the girls ♪

♪ And let's have a mud fight ♪

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Get on the line!