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[TURNTABLE HUMS]

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]

[TRAIN RUMBLING THROUGH TUNNEL]

["MCDADDY BLACK" PLAYING]

♪ So yo, you never heard Of McDaddy Black ♪

♪ The nigga from the projects ♪

♪ Who was known For selling crack ♪

♪ Clocked Gs every day On the quick tip ♪

♪ He was not the type of nigga You should fuck with ♪

♪ Respected and protected Like Fort Knox ♪

♪ Knockin' niggas out the box With his fat rocks ♪

♪ Gold heavy ♪

♪ Drove a Benz, not a Chevy ♪

♪ And fast Like a motherfucking fox ♪

♪ Fast to pull the trigger Of his nine ♪

♪ Always ready Kept it loaded all the time ♪

♪ With a pocket full of clips ♪

♪ He's equipped with a grip That will catch you ♪

♪ Right between The fucking eyes ♪

♪ A body count... ♪

My boy looks like Jack Nicholson

in The Shining.

♪ He's a pimp with a limp Eating shrimp, making money ♪

♪ With his workers out there Pumping vials ♪

♪ So much money He gotta keep it in a sack ♪

♪ You'd be surprised How many people love the crack ♪

♪ Now, you might not agree ♪

♪ With the way He makes his money ♪

♪ He don't give a fuck He's McDaddy Black ♪

MALE PATRON: Yo, I, where's Romeo, man?

Yo, Kayam, where's your other rapper at?

Where's Romeo?

MAN: She wants me to move in with her,

know what I'm sayin'?

She's got her mother, her daughter, her cats...

That baby's just--

All right. You go. Romeo.

We in, we do it, we jet.

MAN: How am I gonna run this place

if I live across--

Hey, Romeo, hey, I'm talking to you.

How am I gonna run this place,

you tell me.

And that baby screaming all the time...

♪ Listen up y'all School is in session ♪

[TURNSTILE CRANKING]

♪ Listen up y'all School is in session ♪

♪ I shoot my mouth off Like a Smith & Wesson ♪

Two, please.

♪ Shoot my mouth off Like a Smith & Wesson ♪

♪ Lesson number one has begun ♪

One, come on, come on.

♪ Lesson number one Has begun ♪

♪ So pay attention ♪ Shut up, man.

You don't know how to rap, man.

♪ Listen up, y'all School is in session ♪♪

MAN: Hey, Romeo,

didn't you have a date tonight?

Hey, you all right?

Hey, Romeo, what--

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

[RAPPING]

[LATIN DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN: Yo, man! Let's go, let's go!

You fucked up, Romeo.

You got to learn respect.

[DOOR OPENS]

Get the fuck out of New York, man!

♪ Another cussy I used to know this nice girl ♪

♪ Now she's just a hussy ♪

♪ Gettin' paid and laid ♪

♪ Quite the spread The ass cheeks ♪

♪ Same old shit Different day of the week ♪

♪ Hurry in the sack Hurry, spread the crack ♪

♪ And then hurry, hurry Hurry on back ♪

♪ Now, you might not agree ♪

♪ With the way He makes his money ♪

♪ He don't give a fuck He's McDaddy Black ♪♪

[FEEDBACK FROM SPEAKERS] MALE PATRON: That's it?

Aw, man!

[CROWD PROTESTING]

[MUSIC WARBLES OFF QUICKLY]

Hot...

Hot!

Hi. How you doing?

All right.

[LOW-LEVEL CHATTERING]

[♪♪♪]

MAN: I'll be back in a little bit, all right?

WOMAN: Why don't you stop

with the games, Rich.

What game? Why you sweatin' me?

Sweatin' you? You could live home.

Take three trains back from the city,

4:00 in the morning, wake you all, all up.

Come right back and leave you again,

every single day.

I think you forgot that I do that trip every single day.

I drop Maurice off at day care center,

pick him up in the city, and then come home.

I drop Maurice off at day care too.

When was the last time?

I'm busy.

Look, I... This is our way out.

What's the big deal

about this rapping stuff anyway?

I'm on fire for it, baby.

People wait their whole lives

for that feeling.

Hey, Maurice, someday you're gonna

gonna see your daddy bust it out on that TV.

Not unless you're on the 6:00 news

with a sheet over your face.

[SIGHS]

Look, Akusa, look.

We've been treating each other bad for months

because I can't face myself in the mirror.

This is our way out.

All right. Fine.

Leave. I understand.

All right.

Maurice... peace out, homeboy.

Bye, Daddy. Mm.

But if you do, then you know what's up.

"I know what's up"?

What's that supposed to mean, "I know what's up"?

You know what's up.

No, I don't know, unless you tell me.

Do I look like a mind reader to you?

Do you see some big turban on my head?

Rich, don't even try to play that off.

If you're goin', go.

But if I do, I know what's up.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, your mama's cold, boy.

I'll tell you this,

a man knows that his actions live on in his absence.

What's that supposed to mean?

A man knows that his actions--

No, uh-uh.

This man knows

you'd better stop talking like a Chinese fortune cookie

and tell me what is up.

If you leave, then don't come back.

That's what's up, homeboy.

If you leave,

then you have my permission to find you another woman

because I'm not waiting.

You don't mean that.

I don't want to mean it, but I got to try.

Akusa, tell me you don't mean that.

I can't.

Take care of yourself, Rich.

Look, I'm gonna see you, baby.

Akusa.

Yo, this picture gonna be large.

Yo, yo, yo, Kayam!

Hey, yo, what's up, man?

Nothing. What's up with you?

Hey, dog. Yeah, what's this dog's name?

That's it. What?

Dog. Doggy fresh.

Doggy fresh.

Yo, I was at Brown Out last night.

Yo, you was there? Yeah.

Yo, that shit was pumping,

slamming hard, wasn't it?

Hard? Motherfucker gave me nightmares.

This motherfucker looked like

he could chew your nuts off,

swallow them whole

and still have room for lunch.

KAYAM: There you go.

$5.

Hey, yo. He busted out last night.

That shit was mad pumpin'.

Yeah, where was the other guy?

Isn't there usually three of you?

I don't know, Romeo ain't show up.

I think I and him had a fight or something.

A fight.

Man, I wouldn't have no fight with that motherfucker.

I wouldn't go on the same stage as him,

and I don't even know him.

Yo, but I's dope, kid.

You know what time it is.

Yo, photo, $5.

Which one would you like?

MAN: Do George Bush. He's the best one.

Yo, Kayam!

[CHUCKLING]

You gonna be at Brown Out later?

Yeah. All right, cool.

We'll see you there. Later, G.

Uh, have you all decided?

MAN: You gotta come correct, man.

How am I supposed to get you on the bus

as a seeing eye dog

if you keep humping the driver's leg?

Come on, man.

Yo, yo, yo, what up, cuz?

[LAUGHS]

Rich. Yo!

What the fuck you doing here, man?

Oh, man. I left home.

Just for a little while, man.

Yo, can I crash at your crib?

My mom's gonna chew your ass up!

You know how much she loves Akusa

and Maurice, man.

I love them too. She'll understand.

[KEYS RATTLING]

You just left that poor sweet little angel?!

What's wrong with you, boy?!

You gone

and lost what little sense you ever had?

Aunt Charlotte, please.

Don't you talk to me, you sniffling lowlife.

Ma, I'm sure-- You stay out of this.

You're no better, you whiny, irresponsible--

You stay right here. I'm not finished with you.

How could you abandon that child?

Ma, he ain't abandoned him.

You go ahead and serve the food.

Look, I know it's hard,

my leaving and all,

but... this might be my only chance

to make things better for them.

I can't face my kids knowing

that I never gave it my best shot.

I love them. I do.

But those walls close in like a horror movie.

And when a man can't see no way out,

he busts himself a hole

and crawls through it to daylight.

He gets out

because there's no more "in"

left in him.

If I stay there,

I'll just start hitting them

because I don't know what else to do with my hands.

Oh...

Oh! You're so good.

Your mind just slides wherever you want it to,

don't it?

Like it's slick with oil.

So's no one can grab it and shake it

and say you're so full of bullshit,

it's not even funny.

You think you're so slippery.

Well, child, I got me some rubber gloves,

and they take to bullshit

like a swarm of hungry flies.

Aunt Charlotte, this is my problem.

Oh, you think what you do only exists in here?

Uh-uh, baby.

Your actions have consequences.

I know.

I spent my whole life paying for someone else's.

That's cold, Mama.

[SIGHS]

I guess I just hope you're not the kind of man

who runs scared the first time

he get to realizing what it means to be an adult.

[RAIN FALLING]

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[LIGHT SNORING]

[TRAIN RUMBLES THROUGH TUNNEL]

[K-SOLO'S "SPELLBOUND" PLAYING]

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪

Hey, yo, stay here, all right,

or just move around a little bit.

I'm gonna go talk to the manager

to see if we can hook up with the band

to do something, all right?

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪

♪ Check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪

♪ Check it out, check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪

♪ Check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪

♪ Check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪

♪ Check it out ♪

♪ I'm spellbound ♪♪

Now, what you workin' with, man? Now, you gotta come correct.

I'm sorry.

You seen I a million times.

With Romeo.

I busted out solo!

All them other booty MCs is all his junk.

You're right, he's great.

I even think his sick shit is funny,

but I will not book him solo.

He upsets the girls.

A guy on a date don't want to take her

to come see the motherfucker

from The Night of the Living Dead.

[CROWD APPLAUDS AND WHISTLES IN CLUB]

[CHERYL-LYNN'S "GOT TO BE REAL" PLAYING]

♪ Real ♪

♪ To be real ♪

Hi.

Why do you rap such hard shit, man?

This ain't Compton.

When the fuck you ever been to Compton?

You need to come to my neighborhood,

spend one night on my block dressed like that,

we'll see what you rap.

I's just telling what's up on the street,

stone cold truth.

His mouth is a camera.

I don't carry no tooly or shit.

I ain't on no wild tip.

Look, you do whatever the fuck you want, okay?

Peace.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

Look, he's got talent, Kayam. So do you.

When you find the rest of your band,

I'll be happy to book you, but that's it.

Who else you gonna book?

They're all wet sex anyway, man.

Not all of them.

[CLUB PATRONS MURMURING OUTSIDE]

[DOOR SLAMS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

♪ To be real ♪

[MUSIC STOPS]

[CROWD PROTESTS]

Hold it, hold it. Everybody calm down.

Everybody, calm down.

We got a group ready to come on and perform.

We're gonna try to catch some wreck

from Strong Island.

Check 'em out-- Under the Gun.

[♪♪♪]

CROWD: Oh!

[CROWD BOOING]

Question y'all.

How we gonna make the black nation rise?

You're collaborating with DJ Ricky Tick

and G-Man Rock-aholic,

and we're gonna be teaching you the password!

If you're ready for it, make some motherfucking noise!

No more secrets, no more locks.

Under the Gun is handin' out skeleton key

because we are all "under the gun"!

[PERFORMING "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU"]

♪ This one's for you, Rick This one's for you, Rick ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick So you know what to do, Rick ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick This one's for you, Rick ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick So you know what to do, Rick ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick I'm busy with the band ♪

♪ So you know what to do, Rick Get busy with your hands ♪

♪ I turn a brother From yay tall, yay small ♪

♪ To motherfucking bell ♪

♪ Like a brother With an eight ball ♪

♪ Black man, African Nubian, Bubian ♪

♪ You don't like my style Then brother, man, sue me then ♪

♪ I freak the funk From here to Long Isle ♪

♪ For R-O-C-K And Ricky's my pal ♪

♪ Enchanted by the toxin Hollers I be droppin'♪

♪ I'm a bad, bad man ♪

♪ Ready for breaks While I'm stompin' ♪

♪ I'm quite certain That I catch this groove ♪

♪ I swing like a chimp In a boxer's groove ♪

♪ Rockin' rough rhymes In an orderly fashion ♪

♪ And add a little more When Ricky starts scratchin' ♪

Man, don't you ever think to yourself

why that motherfucker's getting his nut and not me.

What the fuck is you talking about?

Dreams, man. Don't you ever have dreams?

Bitch, quit buggin', man.

You talk like some fucking thing

you seen on TV or something.

I just wanna make the loot.

Me too, man.

I could get my ma's a house,

a Porsche, a trash compactor,

some shit, man...

What your mama gonna do with a Porsche?

My ma's look fly in some Porsches, man.

Convertible.

She'll be with the wind in her face.

I'll be at the Grammys.

Don't make trouble, man.

It'll come, man.

Seriously, it'll come.

♪ Together forever Partners in crime ♪

♪ Two bad brothers Ready to break like a mad man ♪

♪ Rockin' from the basement ♪

♪ And now we at the jam-jam Yeah ♪

♪ Now I'm ready For the feedback ♪

♪ So give me some roof 'Cause I'm on the track ♪

♪ The R-O-C-K Coming with his DJ ♪

♪ Right from Long Isle On the motherfucking D-train ♪

♪ I fly by night But I'm wicked by the day ♪

♪ I got me on the mike And Ricky Tick on the fade ♪

♪ On the turntables One and two ♪

♪ Check, mike, check now Here's the cue ♪

♪ A little bit more With the bass and tone ♪

♪ And bring it down a notch On the microphone, yeah ♪

♪ Now I'm ready For the feedback ♪

♪ So give me some room 'Cause I'm on the track ♪

♪ So this one's for you, Rick This one's for you, Rick

♪ This one's for you, Rick So you know what to do, Rick ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick This one's for you, Rick ♪

CROWD: Go, white boy!

♪ This one's for you, Rick So you know what to do with it ♪

♪ Get busy with your hands ♪

CROWD: Whoa-oa-oa!

Whoa-oa!

Whoa-oa!

♪ This one's for you, Rick This one's for you, Rick ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick So you know what to do with it ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick This one's for you, Rick ♪

CROWD: Go, white boy!

What the fuck is that, man?

That's bullshit.

Yo. What's up, K?

What's up, black man?

Yo, this is my cousin, Rich. What's up, candy-ass?

How you, man? All right, man.

Chillin'.

Yo, who are they?

Under the Gun. Or some shit.

Hey, bullshit, man.

All that fucking jack-in-the-box shit

is fucking boring.

Yo, Kayam!

Naji, what's up, man.

Yo, this is my cousin, Rich, man.

Yo, I heard you had an audition

to replace Romeo.

All but, man.

Yeah, why? What happened to him?

He was weak, a cream puff.

What the fuck do you care, junkie?

[CROWD WHISTLING AND HOOTING]

Hey, you know,

I was just thinking, you guys.

You guys should, like, learn some choreography,

like on the Bobby Brown tip.

And, like, have some Hammer dancers,

like behind you bouncing around.

KAYAM: Rich.

Wait, wait, no, no. Think about this, though.

And like join them in unison

and, like, people would go fucking nuts!

What? What? Think about it, all right?

Yo, later, Kayam.

[GUYS CHUCKLING]

[PERFORMING "MOMMY DEAREST"]

♪ Mommy dearest Never liked the rap crap ♪

♪ Me coming home late All the motherfucking bullcrap ♪

♪ She said, well If you don't like it, my boy ♪

♪ You can get out, get back Or get all your shit back ♪

[HIP-HOP PLAYING]

♪ Hey, to the beat, y'all ♪

♪ Drop your hands Come on, come on ♪

Kayam.

I'm telling you, man, I can do that.

Man, I can bust it out.

Yeah.

KAYAM: Like Romeo?

[KAYAM CHUCKLES]

RICH: And you'll be the next one

spitting pieces at doorknobs and leaving town.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[HIP-HOP BEAT PLAYING]

♪ Listen up, y'all School is in session ♪

♪ I shoot my mouth off Like a Smith & Wesson ♪

♪ Lesson number one has begun So pay attention ♪

♪ As I bring my brothers To another dimension ♪

♪ Ascension risin' Like a smoke from a fire ♪

♪ Just like Sly I wanna take you higher ♪

♪ Why you an acorn, Not a mighty oak ♪

♪ Why you the punch line To a George Bush joke ♪

♪ Think about your life The strife ♪

♪ The rifle at your head

♪ The trigger finger Is your only goal, be dead ♪

♪ This is the college And the knowledge I bring ♪

♪ It's for my students Subject of the King ♪♪

What do you think?

That shit was pumping.

Look, this scene's about more than rhymes.

You with that?

Yeah. What do you mean?

You know what time it is?

Yeah, uh...

WOMAN: Ooh, uh, uh.

[CHUCKLING]

WOMAN: Baby, who cares

whether he can tell time or not.

Brains isn't everything.

[LAUGHING]

So smooth.

How'd you get it so smooth?

Maybe you are a ginny.

What you think, Rich? Hmm?

Come on, she a bitch? Hmm?

Ah, man, I... Hmm?

[RIP]

Ow!

Oh, shit.

WOMAN: Motherfucker!

Oh, God! [EARRING RATTLES ON GROUND]

[GIGGLES]

RICH: Man, that shit was sick.

Yo, I'm telling you man, yo.

That was a big mistake. Stay away from him, man.

Man, I can handle him.

He just wanted to see if I'd bug out.

You heard what that guy was saying, coming at me and shit.

Yeah, that was more bullshit.

♪ Sucker MCs obsolete ♪

♪ I'm rocking the house ♪

♪ To a def new beat Beat, beat, beat ♪

Rich, seriously.

Think you're making a big mistake.

Why don't you finish college like Akusa told you.

Oh, yeah, spend another three years being trained

for something I can't even find a job doing.

All right, but if you gonna do music,

don't hook up with that nut.

Yo, seriously... if I thought for one minute

that he wasn't gonna laugh you out of the room,

I never would have set that shit up.

Yo, why you sweating me?

Look, this is my way in. You, him, that's reality.

Ain't nobody else banging down my door

offering to let me rap.

What you so worried about? God!

All right, man.

You play with them.

It's different, I'm down!

I'm down, man.

But you ain't down, man.

You don't know what down is.

When you talk about sociology and physics

and some shit,

that shit makes sense coming out your mouth,

but when you try to walk, talk, and act like you down,

your shit is like

that motherfucker on the Odd Couple

trying to play basketball. Say all you want.

But this group is now called The King and I.

That's what I mean. Who the fuck gonna get that?

It took me 20 minutes with you explaining

about some Chinese baldhead motherfucker.

Hey, that's absurd.

There you go again-- absurd, absurd.

Yeah, it's gonna be absurd

when that motherfucker got your dick

between his teeth gargling your nuts.

You think that because I went to college

that makes me a pussy, huh, huh?

No, son, it just makes me smart,

and that's something none of you are.

Yeah, I'm here.

I can rhyme, and I'll bust it out,

but I'll dis any candy-assed faggot motherfucker

that gets in my face

talking shit like "you ain't down," all right?

All right?

All right, man.

You okay?

I'm all right, man. Yo, don't grab on me like that.

Come on, man. Stop, man!

Stop fucking around.

♪ Ghetto, ghetto ♪

♪ Ghetto, ghetto ♪

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Let me get that. Ma, I got it!

I got it. I got it.

[TOILET FLUSHES]

Yo, ma, I got it. Let me get that.

Yo, yo. I got it. I got it. I got it.

I got it.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

What happened to your hair?

Your head look like half a butt.

Can't you grow none?

Ma, it's a look.

I know it's a look.

It look like half a behind.

Can I touch it?

We really have to go, Aunt Charlotte.

I just want to touch it one time.

Ma!

He don't mind, do you?

Hmm.

I'm starting to see the appeal.

Kind of squishy.

Where's your skull, boy?

I can put my fingers clear down to your brain.

Oh, time to go.

Ma!

Bye, Ma. [GIGGLES]

Bye, Aunt Charlotte.

Bye, boys.

Bye, I.

KAYAM: Yo, I'm sorry.

I think my mother going through the change of life or something.

♪ I decide tonight I'm gonna hunt some trim ♪

♪ I see a ho And go over to her ♪

♪ Listen to her bullshit Just so I can screw her ♪

♪ I'm looking through her ♪

♪ As if I knew her ♪

♪ My eyes tell lies 'Cause I just want to do her ♪

♪ I got an itch This bitch is gonna scratch it ♪

♪ I'm the disease And she's gonna catch it ♪

♪ She's acting flirty She's looking per-ty ♪

♪ She sees her knees About to get dirty ♪

♪ I know tonight I won't be gentle ♪

♪ Her physical Fucks up with my mental ♪

♪ She says, "You told me That you would hold me" ♪

♪ I go, "You ho I guess you don't know me" ♪

♪ I am not a member Of the human race ♪

♪ I barely even see your face ♪♪

That shit's kind of wild.

It's kind of embarrassing to do live, though,

ain't it?

It's kicking, though.

It's def. It's def.

Here, write it down.

You write it down.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Just get out of here, huh.

Every night, the same fucking shit.

What the hell's going...

Oh, man.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[BIG DADDY KANE'S "AIN'T NO HALF STEPPIN'" PLAYING]

♪ I could chop Into your body ♪

♪ Just to try To be basing ♪

♪ 'Cause you try To be basing ♪

♪ Friday the 13th Friday the 13th ♪

♪ Friday the 13th Friday the 13th ♪

♪ Friday the 13th Friday the 13th ♪

♪ Friday the 13th ♪

♪ Friday the 13th Friday the 13th ♪

[CROWD LAUGHS]

♪ I'm a-- I'm a-- I'm a Jason I'm a play Jason ♪

♪ I'm a play Jason I'm a... play... Jason ♪

♪ Play Jason Play-- play-- play-- ♪

[SCRATCHING LYRICS TO INDESCERNIBLE]

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

We gonna bust it out.

We're gonna bust it out the park, I'm telling you.

Hey, any motherfucker dis the King and I,

man, straight up, man, I'll fuck 'em all, man.

I'm serious, man. No half stepping.

I'm telling you, boy. Let's do this.

[PERFORMING "McDADDY BLACK"]

♪ So yo, you never heard Of a McDaddy Black ♪

♪ The nigga from the projects ♪

♪ Who was known For selling crack ♪

♪ Clocked Gs every day On the quick tip ♪

♪ He was not the type of nigga You should fuck with ♪

♪ Respected and protected Like Fort Knox ♪

♪ Knocking niggas out the box With his fat rocks ♪

♪ Gold heavy ♪

♪ Drove a Benz, not a Chevy ♪

♪ And fast Like a motherfucking fox ♪

♪ Faster, Pull the trigger of his nine ♪

♪ Always ready Kept it loaded all the time ♪

♪ With a pocket full of clips He's equipped with a grip ♪

♪ That will catch you Right between the fucking eyes ♪

♪ A body count Which extends about a mile ♪

♪ Hookers love him Say he's got a sexy smile ♪

♪ He's the pimp with a limp Eating shrimp ♪

♪ Making money with his workers Out there pumping vials ♪

♪ So much money Gotta keep it in a sack ♪

♪ You'd be surprised How many people love the crack ♪

♪ Now, you might not agree ♪

♪ With the way He makes his money ♪

♪ He don't give a fuck He's McDaddy Black ♪

♪ Charisma's in the ghetto ♪

♪ Daddy's in his penthouse Looking out the window ♪

♪ Puffing on a blunt And reminiscing about ♪

♪ The suckers he had to smoke While on his mission ♪

♪ To the spot Where he now stands ♪

♪ Daddy feels grand Got a drink in his left hand ♪

♪ Dopey looking house Upstate on his own land ♪

♪ Police on his dick But he don't give a damn ♪

I just... I just wanna tell you

that I think you look beautiful.

You know-- get away from me.

Get away.

Yo, I'm with a lady. I'm with a lady.

You're high!

You're always high!

Get the fuck off me.

[MOANS]

♪ Now, you might not agree ♪

♪ With the way He makes his money ♪

♪ He don't give a fuck He's McDaddy Black ♪

♪ I'm McDaddy Black But you can call me Daddy ♪

♪ Drive a Benz convertible But I used to drive a Caddy ♪

♪ Back in the day When I only ran a corner ♪

♪ But now I'm in control And I'm chilling in a sauna ♪

♪ Sipping Dom Perignon And cooling with the lookers ♪

♪ Give a little visit I turn 'em into hookers ♪

♪ Take control Of the bodies and souls ♪

♪ Put 'em to work And watch the money roll in ♪

♪ With the grin Getting paid off a sin ♪

♪ I'm in the game to win ♪

♪ So come one, come all Guaranteed to come back ♪

♪ Have attack after attack For the lack, a-lack, a-lack ♪

♪ 'Cause it's like that I got a fat stack ♪

♪ Playing suckers Like a knick-knack ♪

♪ With my mack ♪

♪ I'm letting off If a sucker tries to play me ♪

♪ Only one lucky motherfucker Ever got away free ♪

♪ And that's rare, G Word ♪

♪ That's why every motherfucker Out there fears me ♪

♪ Now, you might not agree ♪

♪ With the way He makes his money ♪

♪ He don't give a fuck He's McDaddy Black ♪

[CROWD APPLAUDS AND WHISTLES]

You wanted to come here,

and I had tickets to go see Les Mis.

There are plenty of French people here.

Come on, come on, keep it moving.

You tell 'em.

[MUSIC FOR "NOT A MEMBER" STARTS]

♪ Walking through the club On automatic pilot ♪

♪ Trying to decide If I should get violent ♪

♪ The lights are dim The pickin's slim ♪

♪ I decide tonight I'm gonna hunt some trim ♪

♪ See a ho and go over to her ♪

♪ Listen to her bullshit Just so I can screw her ♪

♪ I'm looking through her As if I knew her ♪

♪ My eyes tell lies 'Cause I just wanna do her ♪

♪ I got an itch This bitch is gonna scratch it ♪

♪ I'm the disease And she's gonna catch it ♪

♪ She's acting flirty She's looking per-ty ♪

♪ She sees her knees About to get dirty ♪

♪ I know tonight I won't be gentle ♪

♪ Her physical Fucks up with my mental ♪

♪ She says, "You told me That you would hold me" ♪

♪ I go, "You ho, I guess you don't know me" ♪

♪ I am not a member Of the human race ♪

♪ I barely even see your face ♪

[♪♪♪]

Listen, I don't know if--

Roy... this date isn't working out for you,

is it?

It's not really my scene.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're gonna be all right? Yeah.

You sure? Yeah.

Hey, hey, nice to meet you.

Good night.

♪ What is it About the female anatomy ♪

♪ They graduate From Booty Academy ♪

♪ With a degree In lust and seduction ♪

♪ Eyes like a magnet Lips like a suction ♪

♪ You fall down on your knees ♪

♪ Said, "Baby, yo You're beautiful" ♪

♪ She says "While you're down there, baby ♪

♪ Make yourself useful" ♪

♪ So you end up in traction From a body satisfaction

♪ You've been ridin' her

♪ Like she's A theme park attraction ♪

♪ The action is kickin' Your jimmy is thickin' ♪

♪ Your finger lickin' As you dippin' your wick in ♪

♪ The bedroom's a blur And the universe shakes ♪

♪ Wailing like an alien From outer space ♪

♪ I am not a member Of the human race ♪

♪ I barely even see your face ♪

♪ I take her home And put out the lights ♪

♪ She might try to fight But that's all right ♪

♪ As long as she's tight She might get to spend a night ♪

♪ Swing on the King thing Making the bitch sing ♪

♪ Up busts the lust in her A satisfied customer ♪

♪ Break and make and take And do what I must in her ♪

♪ Leave a deposit In the night depository ♪

♪ Knocking the boots With my bedtime story ♪

♪ About a prince Who was born to be king ♪

♪ About an eye That could see everything ♪

♪ The world as it is A nuclear landscape ♪

♪ The death of a race In a smile and a handshake ♪

♪ The charms and open arms Up an open tomb ♪

♪ Waiting, anticipating Since the womb ♪

♪ Just gloom and doom Inside this room ♪

♪ Inside your head ♪

♪ Just like me You'll be a free man ♪

♪ Once you're dead ♪

♪ I am not a member Of the human race ♪

♪ I barely even see your face ♪

BOTH: Oh... shit!

Boy!

I'm tellin' you, man, we busted that thing!

What's up? All right.

[MUSIC BLARES, LOUD VOICES FROM CROWD]

Hey, Ka-- Hey!

I really thought you were great, really.

Thank you.

I come here all the time,

and I see a lot of crap,

so trust me, you're great.

Thanks.

You're staring at my makeup, aren't you?

Well, I mean--

I'm a waitress at Szechuan Kitchen.

Actually, I'm studying to be an actress

right now.

I'm working on Richard III.

Rich-- Aren't you supposed to be a man?

I know.

But I think all that junky stuff is played,

you know?

Like look at kd lang,

or that dwarf bitch that won an Oscar

playing that Polynesian.

Do you want to come back to my place?

Can I get two St. Ives? Two.

Yeah.

[STRUMMING SLOW TUNE]

[DOOR CLOSES]

WOMAN: Mm.

[GIGGLING]

Mm-hmm...

Mm.

So... I was accepted early admission

to Sarah Lawrence.

Where do you go?

Mm-hmm.

[GIGGLES]

It's just me, Ma.

Good night, Aunt Claire.

Why do you stay with that asshole?

Because he's the best I'll ever do.

[♪♪♪]

[GIGGLING]

Hey, hold up.

Do you always roll with a sleeping bag?

I went camping last week.

Do you have a thing?

Baby, you about to find out.

No, protection.

You ain't the only one well prepared.

[GIGGLES]

Sweetie, listen: no glove, no love.

No sock, no cock.

If precautions ain't taken,

the pussy will be vacant.

You don't want to go stag,

got to use the body bag.

You want the juice, a rubber papoose.

You say gimme, gimme, gimme,

I say Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

[♪♪♪]

[LAUGHING]

MAN: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Look, look here.

You stay away from my records. You hear me?

Don't go near my records.

ROCK: Yo, chill out, Dad.

You got some def shit here.

You put that down! Put it down. Scratch 'em all up.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!

And then I can't play 'em.

Come on, phat. You ready, let's go.

No, you don't. Look, get those--

[GROOVE MUSIC PLAYS]

Yeah!

[RECORD SCRATCHES]

Hey, hey, hey!

[SNICKERS] Come on, man.

That's the shit, G.

Ah...

No, no, not yet, but it will be.

Listen, listen.

[TEMPO SLOWS]

♪ Sweetheart, sweetheart Now it's time to go ♪

♪ I hope you had a good time I hope you enjoyed the show ♪

Put some samples on that one.

Yeah, yeah, I got one right here.

Whoo. Ah.

Slide that boy.

Ah. Whoo.

[SCRATCHING AND WARPING MUSIC]

Shit.

♪ Sweetheart, sweetheart Now it's time to go ♪

♪ I hope you had a good time I hope you enjoyed the show.

RICH: How old did you say your little sister is?

WOMAN: This is her Sweet 16, so hands off.

I just promised her I'd bring good music.

Mommy.

Hi, honey. How are you?

Daddy.

Hi, these are the guys.

Guys, these are my parents.

Hi. Nice to see you. Nice to see you.

Hi.

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

KAYAM: Rich, save me a dance.

[LAUGHS]

Yo, yo, Casey Kasem! What's up, homes?

Yo, ladies, check it out. Check it out.

I got cassette singles.

One for five. Two for seven. What's up?

You can sing along at home, King and I.

What's up?

Hey, you're the rapper. Yo, man, check it out.

I bought "Ice Ice Baby."

It is awesome!

Yo, man, these people are whack.

The whole town's whacked, man.

You go up to them, say, "Homey don't play that."

They don't even get it.

Completely whacked, man.

♪ Yo, wild man ♪

♪ We're down With this drug gang ♪

♪ Word ♪

♪ Any punks step up Get bucked ♪

♪ Kinda ruthless, no respect ♪

♪ For those who don't know The meaning of flesh ♪

♪ It don't matter Where your thumb is ♪

♪ It's how you step ♪

♪ You make the wrong move You get stabbed in the neck ♪

♪ Pow-pow-pow ♪

♪ I'll rip your heart From your chest ♪

♪ The King and I You know we don't ♪

♪ Just take heed To our rhymin' ♪

♪ We'll put you to the test ♪

♪ And don't ignore it It just might save your life ♪

♪ 'Cause the King and I ♪

♪ Will cut you Like a butcher knife ♪

♪ It was a nice Hot summer day in May ♪

♪ A little posse Came around the way ♪

♪ They wanted to know Just who was in charge ♪

♪ Pop-pop Goes King and I at large ♪

♪ Who shows no guilt If you disrespect ♪

♪ The one hard rule to protect His master plan ♪

♪ For total control ♪

♪ Not a plan that's half But a plan that's whole ♪

♪ And if you come unannounced To overthrow our throne ♪

♪ Bang, bang, peasant You should've known ♪

♪ Not willing to give up What he's created ♪

♪ So listen up Be wise 'cause they're loyal ♪

♪ To what you hear From the royal King ♪

♪ As I said Ain't nothing but a thing ♪

♪ To many, I'm a living legend ♪

♪ Using knowledge as a weapon I'm King ♪

Your songs are garbage.

You want some more coffee?

Why do all the lyrics have to be about drugs?

Because that's the way it is.

There's an answer.

That's what we grew up with.

That's the way we lived.

Now, if we lived here,

we'd rap about oat bran

and the maid, but we don't.

I mean, somebody gotta tell the people

about the way it really is.

The white media never will.

You just end up glorifying drugs.

If a black man in my neighborhood

wants to make cash money,

he can either play sports,

make music, or sell drugs.

Word. Word.

I'm too small for professional sports.

I couldn't afford turntables and a mixer,

so I sold drugs,

but just to buy equipment.

Now, there's a plan.

Yeah, see, I turned a negative into a positive.

It wasn't so positive

for the poor kids in your neighborhood

who you sold them to.

He didn't sell drugs to kids in our neighborhood.

There's kids who just wanna get high

for some heavy metal concert,

or drive up and down Northern Boulevard

yelling at each other at stoplights.

A drug can mean something different in my neighborhood.

It's not just fun.

Then what?

Is that supposed to redress the balance somehow?

It's supposed to make him some dollars

so he can buy some equipment.

Malcolm X said, "by any means necessary."

Malcolm X said a lot of things.

How come that's the only one any of you guys you remember?

[COFFEE CUP CLANGS ON COUNTER]

[SIGHS]

Thank you for the coffee.

You want me to put the cup in the dishwasher?

[EXHALING HEAVILY]

[KEYS JINGLE]

[LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]

...sounds stupid.

Did you miss a party?

What the fuck is this?

Why do you live with this freak?

Nice to see you too, Richard.

Is that an Uzi in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Ass-bucket.

WOMAN: All right. All right.

Sam, you should have been there.

Rap comes to the Five Towns.

I hate that shit.

WOMAN: Oh, you're so narrow.

I don't know how any girl can listen to that.

I love rap.

Why? It don't love you.

Listen to those words your boyfriend raps, honey:

little bitch this, stupid freak that.

It don't offend you?

Yes, it does.

It's disgusting, and it's gotta change,

but the death rate for inner-city blacks last year

was higher than in Bangla-fucking-desh,

and I think-- Really?

Where do you read all this stuff?

And I think that that's a lot higher priority

than getting them to stop calling women bitches.

Well, I think it's sad, really.

Wait. You think I'm sad.

Look at your seams. They're pathetic.

Honey, the only thing

that ever turned out right in my life

is my hair.

Why do all you faggots talk like that,

through your nose,

like you're southern or something.

What's up with that?

Yeah, like, what's it like,

as soon as you start fucking each other

you have to talk alike.

Well, I don't know. You've had dicks up your ass.

It hasn't changed you, has it?

RICH: Oh, shit.

And I wouldn't talk

about other people's vocal qualities, if I were you.

Clone.

Oh, right. I'm a clone.

Not at all like your friends, right,

with their brand new white sneakers

and their baseball caps, talking like,

"Yo baby, wassup?"

CHARLOTTE: What in the hell

is going through that empty head of yours?

Come on, Ma, let him talk alone.

AKUSA: I hear she's white.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

What you talking about?

Take a good look at your father

and memorize the look on his face,

because I give you my word,

you will never see that face in your mirror.

The waste stops here with him.

You don't even know what's up.

You're a man, and that does not mean

that you can treat a woman like so much dirty water.

No matter what your father is trying to teach you.

Look, don't you talk that stuff to my son.

What's wrong with you?

Go outside, Maurice.

You don't even have the decency

to keep your business private.

You're in clubs with her, in cars with her.

You know, people couldn't wait

to bring that bad news back to my doorstep.

Look, you told me to find somebody else.

You told me we were through.

I know.

So you remember that before you start

jumping all over my shit.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, you could have slept

with somebody else.

I know. I did.

What?

I couldn't wait on you no more.

Running away from your responsibilities.

I thought I found a father for my son,

so I said, "Hey."

Who is he?

It doesn't matter.

I got tired of that strong woman,

weak man shit.

That went out with my mama's generation.

Where the fuck is he?

He's gone.

Oh, so he just got what he wanted and dashed.

No, I threw his ass out.

Look, Rich,

I don't want a revolving door full of daddies

for our son.

I want his daddy, or no one.

But I'll take no one

before I take you back the way you were.

You have a key.

You can come back whenever you're ready.

But if you do,

then you're gonna have to be ready for some changes.

You're gonna have to be a man, straight up,

or else you could keep your dumb ass here

with that skank.

Me?! Maurice!

Oh, how do I know you ain't off getting your nut?

Come in here, all high and mighty,

reading my beads.

Seriously, what is up?

All right. You made your point.

Come on, come back here.

Come-- Akusa.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Ooh, that girl is good.

[PERFORMING "SWEETHEART"]

♪ Sweetheart, sweetheart Now it's time to go ♪

♪ I hope you had a good time I hope you enjoyed the show ♪

♪ Sweetheart, sweetheart Now it's time to go ♪

♪ I hope you had a good time I hope you enjoyed the show ♪

♪ Hey, truth, you came looking For the Rock of the Rick-man ♪

♪ Drove about a mile To get with the program ♪

♪ Fake ID You even faked security ♪

♪ Just because I stand on stage You wanna get with me ♪

♪ You like standin' And just profilin' ♪

♪ A singer walk by Then you start smilin' ♪

♪ You say, "Hey, I'd like To have your autograph" ♪

♪ You might as well say ♪

♪ "Hey, I'd like To set your bubble bath" ♪

[♪♪♪]

We're gonna get there, man.

I'm telling you, man. We're gonna get there.

No shit.

♪ Nothing but a king like me ♪

♪ King like me ♪♪

[♪♪♪]

SECURITY: What's up?

Open your coat, man.

Slow down. Slow down.

You got any ID, man?

All right. All right.

Hold it up. Hold it up. Hold it up.

[HIP-HOP PLAYING IN CLUB]

All right.

Open your coat. Open your coat.

Keep it moving. Keep it moving, man.

All right.

All right, all right.

♪ Your rap is so whack ♪

♪ It feels like I'm in confinement ♪

♪ It ain't Yo, bust a song ♪

♪ You take that dbdbdbdb-DJ ♪

♪ And put that Sucka in retirement ♪

♪ Absolute overreaction ♪

♪ You're ridin' it If I'm on like this ♪

♪ I doubt If you'll be survivin' it ♪

♪ And it'd get right through And never let up ♪

♪ Let up ♪

♪ Get up ♪

♪ Now, this goes out To that whack commercial rap ♪

♪ Rap ♪

♪ And we're gonna Put the brakes on all of that ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Yes, indeed, New York City.

Once again, it's the sounds of the Kid Capri,

welcoming you and yours to the place to be-- AKA,

right here in New York City,

because we got it going on, so bust this.

Okay, go ahead.

No, you don't!

[LAUGHING]

[SHAGGY'S "TRIP TO JAMAICA" PLAYING]

♪ Now, take a trip to Jamaica ♪

[CONTINUES TO LAUGH]

♪ I'm gonna teach you about The language of the people ♪

♪ Rockin' everybody To his feet ♪

♪ Now we're sailing on the shore Off the north coast ♪

♪ Enjoy the hospitalities Of the humble host ♪

[RAPPING INDISTINCTLY]

♪ I walked up to her To see about ♪

♪ This big fat Jamaican Who kissed her on the lips ♪

♪ I said, "What the--"

♪ Forget it I didn't bother to say it ♪

♪ But between the lines You know I knew ♪

♪ He thought I read it ♪

♪ So he took out his nine ♪

♪ And said "Yo, man, that's right ♪

♪ "Find yourself another girl ♪

♪ I got this one Me wife" ♪

♪ Jamaica ♪

♪ Jamaica, mon ♪

♪ Jamaica, mon ♪

♪ Jamaica, Jamaica ♪

♪ I took a trip to Jamaica ♪

♪ Jamaica ♪♪

[CROWD CHEERS]

KID CAPRI: Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together

for a fly group,

a big old bopper by the name of The King and I.

[PERFORMING "THE KING AND I"]

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ Aw, shit, motherfucker ♪

♪ The motherfucker Wondered about the King and I ♪

♪ But if they ask Too many questions ♪

♪ Motherfuckers die ♪

♪ My name is King I'm chosen as a leader ♪

♪ If you fuck with me I pull my 9mm ♪

♪ Put it to your temple Watch the sweat drip ♪

♪ Then pull out my tip Then tell your bitch to lick ♪

♪ And if she does me well Then I'm gonna let you go ♪

♪ But if the bitch is whack Then I shoot you and your ho ♪

♪ And you might say I'm ruthless ♪

♪ That's just the way I am ♪

♪ It's the King and I And we're guaranteed to slam ♪

♪ Either with our music Or manage with our hand ♪

♪ Cutting suckers up Like the Son of Sam ♪

♪ The style that I'm stylin' Some may say I'm weak, see ♪

♪ But I knock the niggas out ♪

♪ Like my name Was Muhammad Ali ♪

♪ And then I feel no remorse When I slay another brother ♪

♪ And I don't give a shit If I ever will recover ♪

♪ So now you know ♪

♪ The way the King Be playin' suckas ♪

♪ Motherfuckas! ♪

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Aw, yeah ♪

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Come on, people ♪

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Aw, shit, motherfuckas! ♪

♪ I'm the I Bye-bye-bye-bye ♪

♪ Ride above the hype rhyme ♪

♪ Snuff a sucker quickly ♪

♪ Keep your bitches In a straight line ♪

♪ Talk with the royalty I never slip ♪

♪ Suckers on my dick Would you loosen up the grip ♪

♪ And give me room to breathe ♪

♪ So I can fuck shit up quick ♪

♪ The way I'm a rhyme a tip I'm gonna bust a nut ♪

♪ If you try to step up I'll rip out your gut ♪

♪ Bring your whole damn crew 'Cause they're all about ♪

♪ And watch your boys Getting fucked

♪ Like a bunch of sluts ♪

♪ So, what you sayin'? ♪

♪ I got a power so strong That I tower ♪

♪ Way down wit' the show It's the King and I

♪ And we're the niggas Of the hour ♪

♪ Or should we say, yeah Or better yet, century ♪

♪ The K-I-N-G And of course the M-E ♪

♪ They're the ones To play any suckers ♪

♪ Motherfuckers ♪

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Aw, shit Motherfuckers, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Aw, shit, motherfuckas! ♪♪

CROWD: Do that shit. Do that shit, yeah.

Do that shit. Do that shit.

[CROWD APPLAUDS AND HOOTS]

CROWD: Do that shit. Do that shit.

Do that shit. Do that shit.

Do that shit. Do that shit.

[CROWD WHISTLES AND HOOTS]

Certain knucklehead motherfuckers

say rap music is violent.

I don't see no violence.

[CROWD CHEERING]

I see 2000 party people out to get fucked up

and have a good time.

[CROWD CHEERING]

The King and I are cold and kicking it live.

[COMMOTION STIRRING]

So bust this.

This motherfuckin' house is mine.

[CROWD CHEERING AND HOOTING]

Aw, yeah. Give it up, motherfuckers!

This is the King and I.

And my brother man I is about to bust it out.

[PERFORMING "SOCIETY'S CHILD"]

♪ Yo, I'm trapped In this society ♪

♪ That never gave a damn About me ♪

♪ As a kid growing up In the ghetto ♪

♪ I learned fast That the system don't flow ♪

♪ In my direction Was it my complexion ♪

♪ Or was it just A misconception? ♪

♪ He's from the ghetto So that makes him bad ♪

♪ I bet he don't know his dad ♪

♪ You see, they label me Because I live in poverty ♪

♪ I'm a victim But to them, a minority ♪

♪ Went to school The teachers couldn't reach me ♪

♪ Made the grade ♪

♪ But still They didn't teach me ♪

♪ Nothing at all about life ♪

♪ So I made like a knife ♪

♪ And cut out And hit the streets ♪

♪ And with the mind ♪

♪ With nothing But myself and my nine ♪

♪ Seen the chaos That we got slaved ♪

♪ Said to myself "There must be a better way" ♪

♪ Looked for a job No one was hiring ♪

♪ Around the way Pistols were firing ♪

♪ Every night, it got tiring ♪

♪ With all that's negative In my brain ♪

Where you going?

♪ If it wasn't for the rhyme I'd go insane ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm more than a nigga With a mike goin' buck-wild ♪

♪ My name is I I'm society's child ♪

CROWD: Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go!

♪ I grew up watching violence On a beat-up black and white ♪

♪ But when I went for mine They said it wasn't right ♪

♪ They say I curse too much I got a dirty mouth... ♪

Denise. Go to the back!

♪ So I don't know What they talkin' about ♪

♪ My records sell But I'm not a white male ♪

♪ So they rather see me Locked up in a jail cell ♪

♪ Behind bars, but still They couldn't cage me ♪

♪ Tried to brainwash me But it only enraged me ♪

[SHOUTING]

♪ Fuck with me I'm positive you won't live ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a product... ♪

No!

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING AND SHOUTING]

WOMAN: Wait! Wait!

[SCREAMING AND SHRIEKING]

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

I: ♪ 'Cause I live in poverty ♪

♪ I'm a victim But to them, a minority ♪

♪ Went the school The teachers couldn't reach me ♪

♪ Made the grade, but still They couldn't teach me ♪

♪ Nothing at all about life So I made like a knife ♪

[SIREN BLARES]

[PERFORMING "SOCIETY'S CHILD"]

♪ I grew up watching violence On a beat-up black and white ♪

♪ But when I went for mine They said it wasn't right ♪

♪ They said I curse too much I got a dirty mouth ♪

♪ It's not my language ♪

♪ So I don't know What they talkin' 'bout ♪

♪ My records sell But I'm not a white male ♪

♪ So they'd rather see me Locked up in a jail cell ♪

♪ Behind bars, but still They couldn't cage me ♪

♪ Tried to brainwash me But it only enraged me ♪

[MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY]

[SIRENS BLARE]

[CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

[DOORS CREAK OPEN]

[DOORS CLOSE]

[SIRENS BLARE OUTSIDE]

Someone gets robbed in the subway

12 blocks away from a concert

and they blame it on rap violence.

Doesn't rap promote violence,

and worse, almost exclusively black-on-black violence?

Yo, look around, man.

Everything promotes black-on-black violence, man.

That's the way of the world, G.

You can get your kids a toy gun for Christmas,

but we can't pose on the album cover

with a Uzi, right?

That's bullshit.

I'm down with some of what they saying.

We got a responsibility.

They oversold the club making blood money.

It don't matter, man.

They came to see us,

and when the shit came down,

you were still rapping.

What was up with that, huh?

You gotta think about some of this shit, man.

Yo, yo, yo. Where you all been?

We got three record labels calling us.

We got a meeting with Parliament Records

right now.

We hit the motherfucking jackpot.

Eight years ago, Cletus--

Uh, can I call you Cletus?

I just can't bring myself to refer to a grown man as I.

Eight years ago,

we wouldn't even release rap records,

so rappers started small independent labels of their own

and put them out themselves.

But then, they started selling thousands of records,

so we absorbed the entire independent market:

Cold Chillin', Next Plateau,

Columbia owns Def Jam, Sony owns Columbia.

Public Enemy worked for the Japanese.

93 percent of all the music in this country

is released by six companies.

Think about it.

Now, I'm not gonna pass judgment on rap.

It doesn't matter whether I like it or not.

I mean, maybe you're the next Mozart,

maybe you're just a fad... human 8-tracks.

What do I know? I'm just the guy in a suit.

Rap ain't no fad, man.

It's been around for 10 years already,

maybe more.

And it's not just music.

It's the voice of the street.

And what about the silent majority

of hardworking, upwardly mobile blacks

in this country?

They haven't embraced you as part of their culture.

They're afraid of you.

That's because they got David Deacon's disease.

[LAUGHS]

And if all you have is crumbs, man,

you're gonna make a banquet of crumbs.

Man, those days are numbered.

See, rap is... is the soundtrack of a-- of a revolution.

Please, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Rap politics are not only simplistic,

they're hilariously misinformed.

I mean, all this African pride stuff

that's so big now, I mean,

most people thought it was a joke

when Marcus Garvey was doing it 60 years ago.

Oh, snap!

What the fuck you know about it, man?

You're sitting here dissing Marcus Garvey

like you was there.

Man, history books are bullshit, man.

Written by whites for whites

so the black kids would think their ancestors were slaves.

See, they weren't slaves until they came here.

They were kings and princes.

Right, they were. You're not.

[CHUCKLES]

Putting on a kente don't make you no African prince.

Oh, okay.

Well, it's all right for the Jews

to call themselves the chosen people,

but let a black man ask for a little bit of truth

to be taught in the school--

You know, if you really give a shit

about your heritage,

why don't you do something to save it?

All the Africans that are starving every single day,

half of them with AIDS.

You can say what you want about the American Jews,

but they singlehandedly keep Israel alive.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Not singlehandedly, uh-uh.

There is a lot of South African diamond dollars

being made off the backs of black men

finding its way to Tel Aviv.

Yeah, so how much hard cash

did you give to Nelson Mandela last year?

Well...

if the Jews let us have some money,

then maybe we could.

What book did you get that information out of?

I know, the same one that says

Orientals are faceless, inscrutable businessmen,

and all blacks are lazy, shiftless criminals,

but boy, can they tap dance.

No, man, you wrote those books.

See, we weren't allowed to learn how to write.

You can't keep education as a luxury of white men

for 300 years,

and then accuse us of teaching racism.

Look... if you got a beef with the people in power, man,

that's fair enough.

I got the same beef.

But you're talking about class struggle,

not Jew bashing.

Same beef.

Motherfucker, I got Gaines Burger.

You got filet mignon.

And if you sell two million records,

then you're gonna make twice as much money as I do,

and what's gonna happen to your politics then?

Look, the point isn't what I think about this.

Who gives a fuck what I think, right?

But right now, for whatever reason,

for however long it lasts,

people will want to hear what you have to say.

All that negative inner-city bullshit, right or wrong.

And I think you have what it takes

to be more than just another dime-a-dozen rap group.

I think you have what it takes

to become part of the culture,

somebody that Arsenio does jokes about

in his monologue.

Three picture deal with TriStar,

MTV guest VJ, profile on 60 Minutes...

And I want to be the one that put you there.

Pardon me.

Boy!

We kicked some serious ass there!

That motherfucker wants to sign us, boy!

He's the devil.

He's the devil gonna give us

some big-titty dollars.

He ain't giving us shit.

What's the fuck's wrong with you?

Rich. No, man, what is up?

I'm happy, man.

Haven't you ever been happy?

God, I think if he ever smiled,

the motherfucker's face would fall off.

Now he comes out with all this

"I ain't giving a shit--"

It's all bullshit.

They can give you money and contracts,

but they can't give you nothing that matters.

You one negative motherfucker. What matters?

Respect. Oh, chill, I.

Respect is the only thing worth anything

because it's the only thing

we don't have to ask them permission for.

A couple of dollars don't mean nothing.

If we woke up tomorrow morning,

and we had all the money in the world,

you can bet your weak ass

they say money don't buy nothing anymore.

You need cat shit now.

You need cat shit to buy a house in a nice neighborhood.

You need cat shit to get a cab to stop and pick you up.

And then you know what?

They wouldn't sell us no cats.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello.

Yo, what's up, homeboy?

Daddy! When you coming home?

I'll be home soon.

Now let me say hi to your moms.

MAURICE: Mom says to say hi.

Oh... okay.

You be good now.

I will.

[SIGHS]

♪ This one's for you, Rick This one's for you, Rick ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick So you know what to do, Rick ♪♪

Man, this shit is good, man.

It is, man.

I mean, I-- it's all right.

I like it. It's okay, you know what I'm saying.

Man, you have to get off that Public Enemy tip, man.

Straight up, man.

I mean, you come on all hard like them,

you know, and that Apocalypse Now tip.

Then you start your rhymes

and it's all that...

♪ Sweetheart, sweetheart ♪♪

Man, there's nothing political, man.

I mean, your songs ain't got nothing to do

with your image.

I ain't saying I wanna be

like no Public Enemy now,

you know what I'm saying?

I don't write like that.

But we still project ourselves

as instrument for change.

Oh, man.

Having that crusty old redneck motherfucker

don't make you no instrument for change.

He'd be--

What is that shit he was doing?

"How we make a black nation rise?"

That motherfucker is crazy, boy.

Shit.

You know, he's a different color, man,

different generation, you know what I'm saying?

Me and him together, like the motherfuckin'...

rainbow coalition in effect,

you know what I'm sayin'?

Look at you, man.

You ain't all that hard,

that basehead motherfucking shit you sing either.

Hey, I writes that shit, man, and he really is that.

Yo, I is illin', man.

You should at least do a couple of normal rhymes

just to mix things up.

He don't write normal.

You know, you should jet from that motherfucker.

I'm telling you, rap alone.

Why don't you just step off?

Man, our shit's kickin', man...

And it's the combination that makes it work.

Yo, be true to yourself, brother,

or else you're gonna get lost in the wilderness.

Look, man, we already headlined at AKA.

Some little boy got cut.

Now you got all the bad publicity.

Look, any publicity is good publicity.

Besides, man, we got a deal with Parliament out of it.

Yo, open your eyes, Rich, open your eyes.

Yo, we got 8-year-olds listening to this shit.

My baby brother buys records

like they was comic books, G.

You know what I'm saying?

And, yo, we're the new superheroes.

We are.

And what you teach them is fucked up.

You know what I'm saying? Fucked up.

Look...

Why don't you write one rap yourself,

just one...

One that's not about all that negative bullshit.

♪ Love is the hope Of the nation ♪

♪ The guiding force The cause of master's creation ♪

♪ Out of the dark There comes a spark ♪

♪ Like a rocket ♪

♪ Turns on the light Just like a plug in a socket ♪

♪ You ought to heal Instead you steal ♪

♪ What you can beg or borrow ♪

♪ Don't understand It's in your hands ♪

♪ Which is the road you follow ♪

♪ You shoot a brother But forget ♪

♪ About his mother's sorrow ♪

♪ You waste today ♪

♪ You'll find the race is left With no tomorrow ♪

♪ Love ♪♪

Well?

All right. We'll do it.

I told you he'd like it.

I don't like it.

It's soft. Pussy.

So why you wanna do it?

Because King wants to.

And I need the King.

I need someone soft next to me

for when the crowd don't wanna take it so hard.

They watch me, and they think, "That motherfucker's evil,"

but then they see Rich by my side.

And they say, "Well, if he lets someone like Rich

"be down with him, then probably he's bullshittin'.

Rich couldn't hang with someone who's really that hard."

Some of them need to think it's an act.

You dance around the stage

all cute for the bitches,

smilin'... but not too much,

so the homeys don't think

you're a fag.

You're my sugarcoatin'...

and I'm something you'll never be...

Real.

So...

Show me your rap, King.

[PERFORMING "LOVE RAP"]

♪ Slow it down I'm teachin' a lesson ♪

♪ The K-I-N-G and the I Have a message ♪

♪ Investin' rhymes with hope And dope is our style ♪

♪ We wanna turn your thoughts Around for a while ♪

♪ Blood's on our hands ♪

♪ And it demands Some kind of commentary ♪

♪ Too many babies Find a way into the mortuary ♪

♪ So many toolies in the school It's just not necessary ♪

♪ It's time to let a new word Into your vocabulary ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Turn around ♪

♪ Your brother's behind you ♪

♪ The G-O-D above says Love is what binds you ♪

♪ I said to Kayam "Why am I not a member?" ♪

♪ My heart sees summer But my eye sees December ♪

♪ Our words keep cuttin' ♪

♪ But inside your heart There's no incision ♪

♪ Folks act like vermin ♪

♪ To the world's Interminable condition ♪

♪ We just can't take it

♪ So we're making you A proposition ♪

♪ Peace is our weapon ♪

♪ So we're steppin' With new ammunition ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Love is the hope Of the nation ♪

♪ The guiding force The cause of master's creation ♪

♪ Out of the dark There comes a spark

♪ Like a rocket ♪

♪ Turns on the light Just like a plug in a socket ♪

♪ You ought to heal Instead you steal ♪

♪ What you can beg or borrow ♪

♪ Don't understand It's in your hands ♪

♪ Which is the road you follow ♪

♪ You shoot a brother But forget ♪

♪ About his mother's sorrow ♪

♪ You waste the day ♪

♪ You'll find the race is left With no tomorrow ♪

♪ Love ♪♪

Check that out, man!

What's up?

[MICROPHONE THUDS]

♪ I'm coming back I'm coming back ♪

♪ I'm coming back ♪

[GRUNT]

[GLASS SMASHES]

[LAUGHING]

Hey! What the fu-- What are you--

What's wrong? What's wrong?

What are you doing, man?

Christ, man, are you all right, man?

Oh, man, that skinny junky motherfucker

watched your love rap,

and then he dissed us all.

He says we're weak, and I ain't going out like that.

So, what. He ain't nothing.

He imitates us. People laugh.

He's learning Romeo's lesson, man.

See, I knew not to tell you,

because you're too soft to do anything about it, man.

You crazy.

It's your rap, King.

Respect is everything. I'm fightin' your battles.

What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

"Respect is everything!"

A pathetic junky made a joke. Big fucking deal.

You know, I been kissing up to you from day one,

trying to prove I'm down.

Watching you run this...

psycho nigga, park-side killer...

Baldilocks retarded crackhead, don't-dis-me shit.

Well, fuck being down.

Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you.

Does that mean you mad at us?

[♪♪♪]

Ricky, try that track.

[SLOW GROOVE MUSIC STARTS]

Little slower. Little slower.

[MUSIC AND DRUMS PLAYING]

♪ Here's a story That's never been told ♪

♪ About six or seven brothers The young and the old ♪

♪ I grew up rough, I was tough ♪

Just wait. Hold up.

Little slower.

[♪♪♪]

Yeah.

♪ Here's a story That's never been told ♪

♪ About six or seven brothers The young and the old ♪

♪ I grew up rough I was tough... ♪

RICH: Hey, Kayam.

I'll be right back.

What's up, King?

You knew they was gonna bust him up, didn't you?

You didn't say anything.

Just like you didn't say anything to Romeo.

Course not.

That basehead's crazy.

Anyone disses him knows that going in.

That don't have to be like this.

What the fuck am I going to do?

When you first got here, you didn't see nothing.

Now you see too much.

Later, man.

Yo, up top, man.

That's the one. Ooh!

So I guess that's the end of the band, huh?

You know, you're better off without that psycho anyway.

You know, when I first hooked up with I,

I thought it was my only way in.

It was there, and I said, "Yo."

I didn't see any choice.

I don't have that excuse for you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm out of here.

You're what?

Look, this wasn't ever no thing. Not for you either.

Well, what do you think, I've been playing here?

I'm not playing, Rich. I'm down with this.

You ain't down with nothing.

Look, I'm not some silly white girl

that gets her rocks off fucking black guys.

By the time you're 30,

you're gonna move back to Long Island,

marry some dentist and have your mama's haircut.

Fuck you!

Denise, it don't matter how good you are at playin',

you're still playin'.

Oh, yeah, and you're not?

No, baby.

Ain't nobody gonna let me play

at being a middle-class white person.

Oh, no?

Well, isn't that what you've been doing

in my bed every night?

Okay, look...

During World War II, some magazine had this contest

where you had to write in and say

if you caught Adolf Hitler in your backyard,

what would you do to him.

And the winner of the contest

said he would put him in the skin of a black man

and set him free in America.

See, I'm not playing, Rich.

I understand.

The man who won, was he black?

What difference does it make?

I'm gonna go pick up my boy, and I'm going home now.

There's only one bed I got any business being in,

and I'm going back to it.

I'm late for work.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[SOFTLY] Maurice.

Maurice.

[GIGGLING]

Look, I know you're happy to see me and all,

but I also know that you was mad at me

for leaving.

I just want you to know...

I'm not ever gonna leave you again.

You hear me?

Uh-huh.

I love you.

Mm.

Now, your mom, on the other hand,

is not gonna be very happy--

You gonna keep rapping, Dad?

Oh, you know it.

I'm gonna bust it wide open.

And... it's Herschel Walker!

He's at the 50, the 40, the 30--

You missed rehearsal.

I can't talk right now.

Yo, who's this?

MAURICE: Maurice.

Maurice. Yo, homes.

How you doing? This your daddy?

Yes.

You should've heard the shit

he was talking to me last night.

That shit was funny.

Look, we gotta go, man.

Hey, man, let me see your hat.

Ho, Chicago Bulls.

Hey, hey, come on.

Let me see your Michael Jordan.

Don't look at him. I want to see.

Yo, just leave him alone, all right?

Hey, hold up. I can't.

Just give me the hat.

I gotta go.

Look at you, King. Man, you're fronting me.

Come on, chill.

You know I got me a boy just like you.

You ever see your daddy on stage

shaking his chunks so the bitches can scream?

[SNICKERS]

Hey, let's go for a little ride.

Put him down, man. Put him down!

[STRUGGLING]

Here's your hat. Come on, let's go.

Hey, King, you made me drop my beer.

Who gonna pay for that?

I ain't got no money on me now.

I'll give it to you later.

Oh, fuck that. Hey!

Yo, miss, excuse me. Get the fuck off of him!

My son ain't eaten in three days.

Don't you ever, ever touch my son again,

you hear me?

You watch what you do, my brother.

No, you watch.

You watch my black behind get the fuck out of here

right now.

Fucking pussy college fag.

Who you think you're dealing with?

Turn your weak ass around.

I'll fuckin' kill you, boy.

[SPECTATORS YELLING]

You still don't get it, do you?

Respect is what matters,

not rap, not record contracts.

They can take shit away from us any time they want.

But that's something

your daddy ain't never gonna get.

[MOANING]

Look, that's enough!

[SCREAMS]

CROWD: Get him! Let's get him.

Let's kick his ass!

[CROWD SHOUTING]

[GUNSHOT]

[SHOUTING STOPS]

Oh, man. That's great shit.

Slamming, man.

[LAUGHS]

Let me look...

Photos, $5. Photos, $5.

Photos, $5. $5.

Photos, $5.

Excuse me. Photos, $5.

[SIREN WAILS]

[HORN HONKS]

Where the hell is Rich?

ASSISTANT: I'm sorry.

No one seems to be getting in touch with him.

Don't give me that. The media's all over this vigilante thing.

I just booked him on Regis and Kathie Lee.

Yo, yo, Romeo. Yo.

Yo, Naji! What up, man?

Nothing. Where the fuck you been?

Florida, man.

Florida? Yeah.

What the fuck happened to you?

Slipped on some soap, man.

What the fuck happened to you?

Yeah, I slipped on the same fucking soap.

Yo, anyways. Oh, yo, congratulate us, man.

For what?

Lisa's having a baby. Isn't that incredible?

I really think that's

the single most positive thing

that a human being can do on this planet.

Yo, we'll check you later, G.

Hang tight.

And I mean that shit too.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

What's up?

Remember you told me I could crash at your crib?

How you doing?

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Maurice, come on in.

New rules, just like you said, right?

Can't we just talk about it?

I don't know, Rich.

I don't think I'm ready to listen to you.

But if you want to come in,

I have some things I'd like to say.

[UNDER THE GUN'S "FLY BY NIGHT" PLAYING]

♪ Here's a story That's never been told ♪

♪ About six or seven brothers The young and the old ♪

♪ I grew up rough, I was tough ♪

♪ But not as tough as Rich Or I, the pure horror ♪

♪ Me and my DJ Comin' from Long Isle ♪

♪ Right on the E-Train With a motherfuckin' smile ♪

♪ I took the time to get ill At the Brown Out ♪

♪ When I start rockin' Shit, the whole town's out ♪

♪ Jed Lyte backing Kayam on the scratchin' ♪

♪ Naji, Akusa Now look what's happenin' ♪

♪ I fly by night But I'm wicked by the day ♪

♪ You see, in the course Of another man flippin' ♪

♪ I'm kind to change ♪

♪ Knowledge, knowledge 'Cause one went to college ♪

♪ 'Sup with the pencil The kid had potential ♪

♪ I write rhymes And I'm ready for the raps ♪

♪ I came a long way, strong way Ricky at the scratch ♪

♪ I took advice That my daddy's always givin' ♪

♪ Be headstrong, son ♪

♪ And see your butt Out of prison ♪

♪ I never did wrong I was too busy rappin' ♪

♪ Gettin' ready for shows Writin' rhymes was my passion ♪

♪ Rich heard the rhymes Deep in his head ♪

♪ He said, "Bet" And jetted from Akusa's bed ♪

♪ He said, "Here's a brother That you don't understand" ♪

♪ Lesson number one So you must be a man ♪

♪ In your dreams The record spins ♪

♪ You're busting out Because you wanna win ♪

♪ But when you have a child Your wild days are through ♪

♪ Or else you're messin' up What is lesson number two ♪

♪ Fixed up, mixed up With all type of humanity ♪

♪ From Rockin' Ricky Tick To AKA insanity ♪

♪ DJ Scratch And Kayam dropping needles ♪

♪ Naji and Lisa's life Hooked upon a different needle ♪

♪ Then they're women That you can't call "ho" ♪

♪ But they sleep with the homey 'Cause that's how it goes ♪

♪ Fulfillin' their needs And strike out on their own ♪

♪ They get burned and learn And then they run away home ♪

♪ This one's for you, Rick, I rocked upon stage ♪

♪ I'm bad-bad-bad But not bad for my age ♪

♪ I'm droppin' knowledge And droppin' wisdom ♪

♪ And next to be dropped Is the motherfuckin' victim ♪

♪ Rockin' Rick Never had so much soul ♪

♪ I'd been freakin' the folks Since I was 10 years old ♪

♪ I stood and watched As the other brothers rocked ♪

♪ As I bet I'd be there Freaking on top ♪

♪ And I would've never Been here without a fight ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm Fly by Night ♪♪

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

[KING AND I'S "SOCIETY'S CHILD" PLAYING]

Aw, yeah. Get 'em up, motherfuckers

This is the King and I,

And my brother man I is about to bust it out!

♪ Yo I'm trapped In this society ♪

♪ That never gave a damn About me ♪

♪ As a kid growing up In the ghetto ♪

♪ I learned fast That the system don't flow ♪

♪ In my direction Was it my complexion ♪

♪ Or was it just A misconception ♪

♪ He's from the ghetto So that makes him bad ♪

♪ I bet he don't know his dad ♪

♪ You see, they label me Because I lived in poverty ♪

♪ I'm a victim But to them, a minority ♪

♪ Went to school The teachers couldn't reach me ♪

♪ Made the grade ♪

♪ But still They didn't teach me ♪

♪ Nothing at all about life So I made like a knife ♪

♪ And cut out And hit the streets ♪

♪ And with my mind ♪

♪ With nothing But myself and my nine ♪

♪ Seen the chaos That we got slaved ♪

♪ Said to myself, "There must be a better way" ♪

♪ Looked for a job No one was hiring ♪

♪ Around the way Pistols were firing ♪

♪ Every night, it got tiring ♪

♪ With all that's negative In my brain ♪

♪ If it wasn't for the rhyme I'd go insane ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm more than a nigga With a mike goin' buck-wild ♪

♪ My name is I I'm society's child ♪

♪ I grew up watching violence On a beat-up black and white ♪

♪ But when I went for mine They said it wasn't right ♪

♪ They say I curse too much I got a dirty mouth ♪

♪ It's not my language ♪

♪ So I don't know What they talkin' about ♪

♪ My records sell But I'm not a white male ♪

♪ So they'd rather see me Locked up in a jail cell ♪

♪ Behind bars, but still They couldn't cage me ♪

♪ Tried to brainwash me But it only enraged me ♪

♪ Hear them say ♪

♪ "Yo, I, Tell me something positive" ♪

♪ Fuck with me I'm positive you won't live ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a product

♪ I'm fucking... ♪

♪ Police hound me And I hate their... ♪

♪ They wanna know where I live Ask me my name ♪

♪ I tell them John Doe I live down on Penny Lane ♪

♪ Mr. Cop didn't Find me amusing ♪

♪ Pulled out his nightstick Started abusing ♪

♪ Yo, he went buck-wild ♪

♪ I'm not a victim I'm society's child ♪♪