Original subtitles

I wanted a Wu solo release for every quarter.

And it'll come with a second group album at the end of the five years.

I've got nothing from Dirty. GZA's not ready.

I lost all of Deck's music.

MECCA: I know the flood fucked up your whole plan, but...

You haven't slept in here in a week.

People are coming over to celebrate Rae's album deal.

You need to show your face.

(GRUNTS)

BOBBY: Y'all are my brothers. It's time to let that shit go.

You are signing to Elektra, yo.

It's all I ever wanted to be was on Def Jam.

When is this shit coming out?

When my cousin stops trying to big bro me.

(SIREN WAILING)

It's Dirty. He's in the hospital.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi. I'm looking for Russell Jones.

Russell Jones? Oh.

You mean Ol' Dirty Bastard?

Yeah, that's right.

His room is right down there. Room 412.

Thank you.

Tell him Nurse Shana's shift just started.

(DOOR OPENS)

Rie.

-'Sup? - Hi.

(SHURRIE CLEARS THROAT)

How you doing?

Wonderful.

What happened?

It was wild.

I found this little kitten, right?

A stray. So I'm thinking,

"Yo, I gotta help this little guy out." You know what I'm saying?

So I scooped him up and I took him to a church.

Just as I was about to set the little dude down,

some motherfucker come there with a bomb strapped to his chest.

Told 'em all how he's about to die for our sins.

I said, "Sir, I ain't never sinned in my whole life."

He just said, "You better save yourself."

So I picked up that little pussycat, ran as fast as I could,

jumped out the fucking window.

Next thing you know,

I got medics pulling blue, yellow stained glass out of my arm.

Pushed me into the ambulance.

Hmm.

And the kitten?

Don't you know they don't let felines on an ambulance?

- No! - That shit's fucked up, Rie.

For real.

I'm glad you made it out alive.

Sure, me too.

Am I the first person here?

The whole family's been playing telephone.

Well, Bobby's on his way.

(GROANS)

You think you can get me some more red Jell-O?

It's the only thing I can eat with this busted-ass tooth.

- (GROANS) Please. - Okay, okay. Sure.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey. Yo, where he at?

He's gone.

- What, they let him out already? - Fuck. Yo, I knew it.

I shouldn't have smoked and drank last night,

we could have gotten here faster. I told you.

Which one of our drunk asses was gonna drive?

He actually stole my car keys

and bounced when he found out that you were on the way.

- MECCA: You want these? - SHURRIE: Why not?

Well, I gotta get home to Infinite, so...

Yo, yo, yo, hold on.

What, uh... What exactly happened?

(SIGHS) I don't even know the story.

I think he jumped out of a window or something.

Are you fucking kidding me? Are you being serious?

Yeah, that's Dirty.

You want a ride home or something?

No, I'm okay. Y'all wrap up with the nurses, okay?

All right. Come here.

Bye, girl.

Alcohol, cocaine, marijuana, PCP.

Look, there's nothing you could've done to prevent this.

- He's responsible for his own actions. - I should have been there.

- Yo, where is he? - He took Shurrie's car and he ducked.

- What? - He found out I was coming up here.

He made his grand escape.

What the... Goddammit, Bobby.

- Is he okay? - We don't know.

But, look, we gotta find him, all right?

We gotta head to Brooklyn and then we can hit Stapleton.

- Find him on foot? - Yeah.

No, search party don't make no sense.

Let's just go back to the office and then we'll make some calls. Okay?

POWER: Where the fuck is Dirty?

I did see Dirty at this strip joint last month,

but he peaced out before I could say anything.

Yeah, my brothers were saying that they saw this nigger

cursing out old ladies and shit back in Stapleton last week.

Hey, yo, son, that's crazy, 'cause I just heard yesterday

he was shaking down some bootlegger at the market and shit.

Fucking right, son.

He must be getting real nice, know what I'm saying?

Staying nice is what I heard.

That explains why he's been ducking us.

I know, but Dirty always stay nice, you know what I'm sayin'?

This is some other shit though.

Him fucking himself up so bad, he end up in a hospital and all that.

That's because he gotta finish his shit.

Yeah, but all I'm saying is I just got me that whip.

Nigga better not fuck that shit up, for real.

- True all that. - Word up to that. But, yo,

any of y'all need a ride to Shaolin? I gotta attend to some business.

No.

Yo, if you see him, though, get my girl's keys back, please.

Bring his ass here, man.

Son probably spent all his advance money already.

I don't know what he think this is.

Yo, I ain't even got my solo secured yet,

and all I can think about is my next verse.

Exactly. That's what I'm saying.

We all out here living in the fucking sticks

like some fucking Boy Scouts and shit.

We're here to make music. You know what I mean?

Wake up, eat, sleep, write, that's it. You know what I mean?

With you, nigga, it's more like eat, sleep, eat some more.

- INSPECTAH DECK: And more. - U-GOD: Some more.

- Then more. - Eat some more.

Shut the fuck up! You know what I mean?

He be repping the Clan, we like that. I mean, cool.

But you can't lean on your brother for your solo joint.

Yo, I ain't even ready for all that, for real.

I'm kinda glad labels ain't checking for me yet.

Know what I mean?

I've been having a dream and shit about the same thing.

Nightmares and shit.

Man, someone seeing me on the street and shooting at me and shit.

You know, I had a dream like that and shit one time too.

Every time I wake up,

I'm asking myself, "Who am I?" You know what I mean?

Like, as a rapper and shit.

You're Raekwon The Chef, dog. That's who you are.

Know what I mean?

Just keep giving the people what they like.

C.R.E.A.M. and Can It Be. You switch the truth.

- That's who the fuck you are. - I don't know.

I only got four joints after 36 Chambers, man.

You just need a little inspiration is all. Know what I mean?

- No, no. - Why not turn on a flick or something?

You know, that always get my mind going.

Yeah, yeah, you right. I think I gotta good one too.

Dora.

BOBBY: He's okay though?

No, it's just, we got this big Elektra meeting tomorrow

and he's supposed to be there.

- I can go over there. - No, don't come over.

- We understand we're asking... - I got it.

There's a lot at stake.

- I got it. - All right.

Okay.

- All right, later. - Later.

- We good, right? - Yeah.

So how you feeling about this Elektra meeting tomorrow?

We gotta push it.

We can't do it if Dirty ain't showing up.

I pushed it like five times already.

Yeah, I know.

But we still don't have shit.

You fucking...

BOBBY: Y'all think that Dirty and I just be beefing out here for show?

Like he comes through undercover late at night

to record his tracks when everybody else is sleeping?

No, nigga. All right?

That meeting, it ain't happening this week.

DIVINE: Okay, look, Riz...

No, no, no, no, no, y'all two need to settle this.

All right? You know the competition ain't resting.

And our reputation is at risk of bruising.

All right, look, he ain't ready.

And I ain't ready either.

(SIGHS) Okay, okay, um...

I'll push the meeting once more.

But you really gotta figure this out,

because if we don't turn in this album in time,

we'll be in breach of our contract.

Like what? Like we gotta pay the 175K for Dirty's album?

No, it's 800,000.

- Oh, fuck... - Yes! That is the penalty for breaching.

And you know what, even though we're doing well,

we are also expanding,

so it's not like I got an extra million under our mattress.

If you were so worried about money,

I don't know why you would lease a place like this.

The Staten office wasn't exactly saying,

"Look out, we're takin' over."

This location gets us more and every piece plays a role.

But I'mma calm my ass down,

because you gonna turn in that album in time.

- Right? - Get the fuck out of here.

Bong, bong.

(EXHALES)

Take a breath, baby.

I don't know what the fuck to do.

What you need to do is take a break.

Yeah. I took a break last night and...

all this shit is blowing up in my face.

I'm talking rest and relaxation, not partying.

Look, I know you think I don't get it, but I'm just trying to help.

You're about to snap.

I can see it.

(SIGHS)

A romantic night, starting now.

I already have a few ideas.

Your work will be here tomorrow.

Yeah.

All right.

You and me.

You and me.

Now we're back in the '30s and shit? Why do they keep jumping around?

We in the '20s, son.

Now he's telling their whole life story, man. You gotta follow along.

- These D-O-Gs! - Peace, brah.

You looking for something in particular, son?

Anything with no swine, lord.

Mmm-hmm.

You know, when these dudes was runnin' around Little Italy

doing crimes and shit,

our people, we was in Harlem, listening to Marcus Garvey.

Trying to clean ourselves up, man.

(ALL GROANING)

Go get the broom, man.

- Clean it up. - Come on.

Indeed, I know about empowerment from it. I'll get the broom.

You remind me of Max though, from this shit, for real, the way he be

calculating his movements and studying this shit.

- Whatever, son. - Favorite character is Noodles,

he be coming through with the ill hats and all that, son.

We ain't watching that. You gotta take that to the west wing, son.

Whatever, yo, that's that Staten Island shit.

- Exactly. La Cosa Nostra. - La Cosa Nostra.

For real, like,

Staten Island was like a haven and shit for the mob back then, son.

But now, we the new family putting on for the island.

- For real. - What are you sayin'?

I'm sayin' that that's who you are.

The Tony Montana of the streets, nigga.

Mmm.

- Mmm-hmm. - Hmm.

I like that right there. Word.

No, Tony Montana, period.

- That's it. - Son, that's it.

That's the record, that's what we bringing to the game and shit, son.

- Yeah, yeah. - We on some mafioso.

I'm talkin' about larger-than-life mafioso.

Not this street shit.

Not this street shit, I'm talkin' epic,

I'm talking movie, son.

- Yeah, I see it. - Cinematic.

Word. I'm seein' it like a zenith, God, word.

I always thought the movies made it look too perfect.

You know, it's my first time too.

- Really? - Oh, yeah.

How do you live in this city your whole life

almost and you've never been to the top of the Empire State Building?

Never thought it was for me.

Thought it was...

- for these people. - (CHUCKLES)

Not anymore, baby.

Look how far you've come.

Your determination was the first thing I noticed about you.

Even when you were off the music.

You always knew something bigger was coming.

Yeah, that's true.

I really wanted to be a part of that.

But this is the part of the journey where I get off.

- What are you... - I'm sorry.

I can't do this anymore.

I love you so much, Bobby,

but you've been all work.

And I've tried to be supportive.

No, you have been supportive.

Babe, I wouldn't...

I wouldn't have made it these past six months without you, you know that?

- I feel like I'm in the way. - But you're not.

I started sleeping in our giant-ass bed, putting pillows around me,

because you were crashing in the studio most nights.

It got lonely up there.

You told me that you was cool with that.

Because I knew how stressed you've been.

I'm not gonna beg you to come to bed, you have to want that.

I do.

Well, I don't see your to-do list getting shorter anytime soon.

(SIGHS) Look, I know I haven't put in the time with us,

but I will.

For now, I just pushed everything back.

I don't even got a single beat ready for Deck yet.

Why are you bringing up Deck right now, Bobby?

- This is what I mean. - Okay.

Mecca, please, you're a queen.

I know that.

You're the one who said this was our time, that you were ready.

Did I fully believe you? No.

But I believe that's what you wanted.

Not like when you left me in Ohio after everything we went through.

All right, that was fucked up. You're right.

Yo, but... I love you, girl.

You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

You know that?

And I want you here.

I need you here with me.

I know you.

And I know you think you can handle your Wu-Tang business,

plus expanding, plus us,

but no one can do all that.

I could. I'm determined to.

I know that about you, I love that about you.

But I've given this a lot of thought.

- I wish it wasn't this way. - Mecca.

But this is... This is what's right.

Mecca, please. Please.

- I'm sorry, Bobby. - I love you.

I'm sorry.

(BANGING)

(SHURRIE SIGHS)

Pedialyte for when babies have diarrhea.

You feeling shitty?

Your mom called.

She wants you to go home.

But you can crash here if you really want.

Hey, I'm sorry about your car, though.

I think one of the doctors put a chip in my head or something.

For real.

You know I wouldn't even mess with you like that.

You play too much.

- Me? - Yeah, you!

Look at your wrist.

Playing too much.

There's things in this life you have to take seriously.

I take life serious.

You know you have that meeting with Elektra too, right?

I don't give a damn about no meeting.

This whole thing with Bobby

and his record label...

I'm dead serious about that shit, yo.

That shit hurt.

You feel me?

SHURRIE: Yeah, I do.

And I know he can be a control freak, but...

He be acting like...

I don't know what's good for me.

Like I'm a kid or something.

But you're taking it really far.

- So why you ain't mad at me? - Oh, I'm furious.

Yeah, you messing with my sitter,

which means messing with my baby while you was fucked the fuck up.

I'm not letting you live that one down.

But you could start by washing my car when you feel better.

Little wax on, wax off action?

- Yeah, that's right. - I can do that.

Can I turn this on?

Yeah, just keep it quiet.

Okay.

Shit.

Oh!

This my shit!

(GROANS)

Yeah!

DIVINE: Hey, baby, you need help?

- No, I got it. - You sure?

Hey, peace, peace!

I know what you're here for, you're here for that check, yeah?

-'Course I'm here for that check. - I got you.

- What's up, Nia? - What's up, U?

- I'm loving the place, son. - Oh, thanks.

We actually got Def Jam seven blocks that way.

Then we got Loud five blocks and one avenue that way.

And then we got Sony

three avenues and two blocks that way.

I saw. I see you, son.

Yo, why my... Why this so short?

Actually you can see line by line

what's been taken out for health insurance and taxes.

- Just do the math. It all checks out. - I don't need none of that.

Yeah, you do. Otherwise, you owe one lump of taxes at the end of year.

And that's... That'd be a harder hit to take.

In some ways, hustling was more straightforward,

know what I mean?

What about this health insurance, son?

Well, God forbid something happens

or if you want a physical and, you know, not pay $300.

All right, so, whatever.

- Yo, God, you good? - See you, man.

Sound kind of sexy when you talk like that.

- About taxes? - Mmm-hmm. And health insurance.

All responsible and knowing how to run a business.

I'm proud of you.

Yo, thanks, baby.

I gotta get all that money squared away as soon as it comes in.

We may end up owing Elektra at the end of the year.

And I really can't have our debts running on top of each other.

- Know what I mean? - They'll figure it out.

Yeah.

It's not gonna get to that.

- I hope so. - It's not. Trust me.

I do.

- Good. - I do.

- Lucky. - I know, I was onto something.

Package from Def Jam.

All right.

Oh! Yo, baby, do you remember which box we put the DAT player in?

- GHOSTFACE: Yo, nah, for real, though. - RAEKWON: Word.

When son popped him in the eye

and the diamonds and shit went flying.

Word. That's when they leveled up right there.

Yeah, but niggas lost the diamonds, though. That shit crazy.

No, you right. You right.

That... That was... That part was on some dumb movie shit.

They was on some hard shit when they was stick up kids.

- For real. - Word.

You know, fucking with the drinks and shit.

Bagging all the little honeys and all that.

Word. From stick up kids to bigger and better.

- Right. Word. - Know what I mean?

Sound like it straight out of Wild Boys.

- That's some deep shit right there, yo. - Word. Word.

Word.

Word.

- Hey, yo, son. - Yo, what up?

Yo, you gotta be on this album with me, son.

Oh, yeah. Word.

Yo, I'm about to be guesting on all the best tracks.

I mean the whole thing.

Know what I mean? Almost some movie co-star shit.

Think about it, son.

That's what made Once Upon A Time In America so great.

Plus, Tony needs Manolo.

Come on, son. It only makes sense, son.

- Yo, yo. - It only makes sense.

Yo, word, word, God.

Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling that.

Yeah, yeah, fuck it.

- Yeah, we about to do the whole album. - Word, word.

This shit got to be the most gangster, most ill album in the fucking streets.

- Shit gonna be blowing up everywhere. - Right, right, right.

Yo, son.

You know how niggas be quoting our lyrics and shit, our verses...

They be biting our shit too. Word.

Know what I mean? What if they start quoting our scenes, son?

Oh, shit.

Word. So, like, the movie scenes is connected to the tracks,

but they also connected to each other and shit.

Right, right, right.

So, at the end of the track, we start talking.

Know what I'm saying? You walk out...

GZA: Yo, have you seen the remote? Rae?

- Yo, yo! - Ghost, you had it last.

Genius, the shit was already missing. Come on. Damn, son!

So we're walking and talking...

No, son. I'm off that at the second, son.

Nigga's just got me fucked up and shit, man.

My shit is all...

Let's take a walk and keep politicking, nigga.

- Stay in the mindset. - You right, son.

GZA: I know one of y'all got it somewhere. Check your rooms.

Trying to watch Shaolin vs. Lama and shit, God.

That's it. You can just stick that in there.

And I can take this down the hall.

- Hey, you don't gotta take that. - I can take it.

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry.

- Hello? - Hey.

- Good to see you, man. - Good to see you too.

I was nearby having lunch.

Thought I'd stop by, congratulate you on the new space.

- Oh, thank you. - Yeah, man. Yeah.

I'll be seeing you tomorrow. I'm really excited to hear

what RZA and Dirty have been working on.

Uh, well, actually, if you could just give us a little more time,

you're gonna be very excited from what you're gonna hear.

You wanna reschedule?

- Yes. - Again?

I know. I know, my brother.

I can't go back to the people I report to

and tell them we're two-thirds through the recording budget

and we still have nothing to show for it.

I've been working around the creative needs of artists for many years,

but, at some point, it all comes down to delivery.

And I don't wanna hold you in breach of your contract.

Oh, we going there with it?

- Respectfully. - I have to.

If Dirty's record is late, we gotta push back the release date,

which affects our entire catalog and affects people's jobs.

With you expanding your business and hiring personnel,

I know you can understand that.

Respectfully.

So, uh...

- Tomorrow, it is, then. - Excellent.

- Great space you have. - Yeah.

Yeah, thank you.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey. Peace, God.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry.

But, you know, we couldn't get that Dirty meeting pushed.

Your beats will have to do.

We can't afford to be in breach, Bobby.

We just can't.

- Bring in ten to play in... - Ten?

For Dirty, by tomorrow?

Got it.

- Where's Mecca? - Mecca went back to Ohio.

This life was too much for her, you know?

- Yo, Mecca was great for you. - (SIGHS)

Yeah, just, uh...

I didn't give her enough time.

Bobby, you can't say you haven't been busy.

l just didn't see it coming, yo.

Hey, I'm sorry, little bro.

Listen, it's not easy getting to where we're going.

It's funny, in chess, they call...

They call what I did the queen's sacrifice, right?

Only...

You can only make that move

if you know you're gonna win.

We, uh...

We gotta win, Vine.

Yeah, Abbott...

we gonna win.

Um...

Hey, so listen.

I got the All I Need remix here for your approval.

- Already? - Mmm-hmm.

Who did it?

Puff.

Yeah, all right.

- How does it sound? - It's good.

I mean, I could see it playing nationally, Bobby.

Well, let's hear it.

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together

To get by

You're all I need

Like sweet morning dew

I took one look at you

And it was plain to see

You were my destiny

With you I'll spend my time

I'll dedicate my life

I'll sacrifice for you

Dedicate my life

I got a love jones for your body And your skin tone

Five minutes alone I'm already on the phone

Plus, I love the fact You got a mind of your own

No need to shop around You got the good stuff at home

Even if I'm locked up north You in the world

Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth Never showin' your stuff off, boo

It be true, me for you That's how it is

I be your Noah, you be my Wiz

I'm your Mister, you my missus With hugs and kisses

Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please

We on another level of planning Of understanding

The bond between man and woman and child

The highest elevation, 'cause we above

All that romance crap, just show your love

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together

So what you think, yo?

It's a long way from the album version, for sure.

But you happy?

I got drunk with Mary J. Blige, son.

You ain't happy about that,

you just an asshole, know what I mean?

Yeah.

Oh, nigga. Yo, how was your tour, yo?

Yo, tour was crazy, son.

I just started missing my girl like crazy.

That's really what made me write this shit, you feel me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Born to science

My alliance analyzes

Wild surprises Keeping my eyes wide to this

The unfortunate Laying in mountains counting

With jewelry on Can it be the next team house to fall?

Whoo

Word, son. Yo, when you wrote that shit?

- A few weeks ago, son. - Word. That shit is hot, son.

So, boom! We basically got, like, a full track already.

Yeah, son. We just need RZA to cook up the beat and shit, son, you know.

Yo, I finally feel like I'm catching the Zen shit, dawg.

Word. It smell mad good out here too, son.

Word up.

So what you been sitting on, son?

Whoa.

Hell, nah. I ain't fucking with this, son.

That's just a squirrel, son.

That ain't no squirrel. That's that Jersey Devil shit, dawg.

Whatchu talking about, Jersey Devil?

That kangaroo horse nigga

that be eating people and shit like that.

Are you serious right now?

- Yo, yo! - Come on. We just got here, son.

This woods and all this shit.

Yo, dawg, this shit ain't for me, all right?

The woods and all that.

- Shit! - Who told you about...

You not from Jersey.

Honey, I'm home.

(CHUCKLES)

Yo!

Peace.

Yo, this is definitely where we gonna get that billy at.

No, for real. It look good in here.

I appreciate that. Nia came through and, you know,

she gave it some love, know what I mean?

Yeah. How she doing?

She okay, smooth sailing.

Yo, listen, I'm actually about to head. I gotta go pick her up some dinner.

Oh, well, look, let me get right to it, then.

So, look.

You know I've been trying to push this Wu Wear shit, right?

And you know, the mom and pop stores, they nibbling.

But these department stores ain't buying shit unless there's a demand.

So, I got a retail spot out in Staten.

Okay.

Great location, you know what I'm saying?

The rent is decent.

I just need the investment.

DIVINE: Uh...

- Listen, I love the vision. - Word.

But to be honest with you, now is not the time.

What is it? We got money in the bank, don't we?

Come on, son. We got all these plaques up in here.

Right?

Yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, no, of course we do. - Word.

Yeah, of course we do.

- Come on, now. - Hey.

I look forward to seeing it come to life, know what I mean?

- Word up. - Mmm-hmm.

Where y'all eating at?

GZA: (RAPPING) But it was yo op to shop stolen art

Catch a swollen heart From not rollin' smart

I put mad pressure On phony wack rhymes that get hurt

Shit's played Like zodiac signs on sweatshirts

That's minimum and feminine like sandals

My minimum table Stacks of verse on a gamble

Energy is felt once the cards are dealt

With the impact of roundhouse kicks From black belts

That attack The microphones like cyclones or typhoon

I represent from midnight to high noon

I don't waste ink

Yo.

That shit's hard, nigga.

'Sup witchu, guy?

Nothing, yo.

We got this meeting with Elektra tomorrow

and me and Dirty ain't recorded shit.

Man, not a fucking thing.

All right?

And now I gotta make ten perfect Dirty beats

to convince this fucking label

that we all good.

- Damn. - I wanna come through for Dirty.

- I got to. - He's your cousin.

I don't care if niggas ain't talked for two years.

At some point, everything's gonna be a'ight.

I don't think you get it.

We don't have two years.

We set you all up in different shops so we could take over.

If we don't deliver...

then what?

Yo, these labels are gonna give our slots to other artists.

These five-year contracts,

they cover everybody's solos.

We only got one done so far, nigga.

And we got four more years.

You do the math.

Cuz, I understand you're under some stress.

But when it's my time to go up...

I promise you, you ain't gonna have to take that pressure.

I appreciate that.

- No, for real. - No, for real.

We're the standard bearers of hip-hop, dog.

This ain't supposed to be easy, son.

- Gonna be good, bro. - All right.

MAN: (ON TV) You want to save that girl's life?

It's this or we're dead. Now, take off your jacket.

These are for you.

Something to cover that ass up.

- You kicking me out? - No, you can stay another night.

Just don't forget about my car wash.

All right, but...

What's these?

I know Ghost's got something better for me back there.

Let me get that blue polo or something. Come on.

Excuse you? No.

You really gonna have me out here walking in these rags?

You are worse than Infinite.

Listen to me.

You get what you get and you don't get upset.

Sound just like your brother.

SHURRIE: I'm giving you clothing and shelter.

A thank you wouldn't hurt.

Here we go again, man.

Are you serious right now?

Like, I've been taking care of your ass all day,

and now you want to be treated like a grown-ass man.

Look, that's not going to happen until

you stop acting so immature all the time.

Stealing my car,

getting yourself so hurt you end up in a hospital.

Worrying everybody who cares about you.

If you want to be treated differently, you need to grow up.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(EXHALES)

(HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- SHURRIE: Hello. - Hey, yo, what's up, Rie?

- Hey. Bobby. - Is Dirty still there?

No. He left last night.

Shit.

- Well, you know where he at? - No.

He got this meeting with the label today,

and I really want him to be there.

I don't know, Bobby.

He knows about the meeting, but you know you're gonna have to do it yourself.

All right.

- Later. - Later.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh. I'll come check you later, cuz.

No, you're good.

- I'm just finishing up this last beat. - Oh, yeah?

I got 10 solid beats for this label meeting.

I think we're gonna blow 'em away.

Bobby D, you is a machine, dog.

Got it going on.

What's up with you? What's on your mind? I want to hear it.

- You sure? - Yeah, yo.

I'm not playing with this one, cuz.

I'm in a whole other different chamber on this, cuz.

You want to lay it down?

Because I got that staccato beat for you with that Willie Mitchell sample on it.

Yo, lace it up, Bobby. Let's go over it.

(HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Yo, yo, come on, son.

Damn, son, my bad.

Sounds like your man GZA puttin' in work.

(SIGHS)

Yo.

Yo, God! Yo, yo! This fucking house shit is killing me, son.

Yo, how the fuck are we supposed to do our album

with the loud-ass bird chirping,

and then this nigga fucking all the time, son?

Nah, it's too early for me.

It's not weed. It's my cigarello shit.

I got the perfect solution.

You see where they recorded this here, son?

Belgium.

Or Belize.

We can go wherever we want to record this.

This just came to me.

It's my new conclusion with this.

Just like Nas was talking about with that one joint,

about getting away with the pen and the pad.

Word. One Love.

You better believe we ain't just going there for two days, son.

You know what I mean?

Let's do this whole fucking album out there, anywhere.

Shit, I'm about to go start packing now.

I swear I'm gonna fuck somebody up.

Word. Close my door, son.

Tony and Manolo these niggas.

Ah, shit. Yo, I forgot some documents, I'll be right back, okay?

- My man. - Oh, shit, yo!

- RZA. - Yo, what up, Puff?

What's up?

Not much. What you doing around here?

Just bought that building right over there.

Damn. All right.

What about you? What's up, playboy?

This is my office right here.

- Oh, damn. - Oh, yeah.

Neighbors?

- Neighbors, yo. - Yo, how about that remix?

The execs are going crazy.

I smell a Grammy. You know what?

That's all I need. (CHUCKLES)

That's a good one, nigga.

But how about that next collab, man?

Let's keep the people talking.

Uh, yeah, yeah, that's...

That's a great idea.

Look, they always try and divide us in New York,

but we've got to stick together if we want to stay on top.

Word.

Look, we got to get to this lunch meeting real quick,

so I'm gonna see you around.

- Word. All right, man. - A'ight.

(HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

We're thinking that this is gonna be a collaboration track.

Know what I'm saying? This is the way for you to get more of the Wu,

more of the Clan on this album, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is...

You know, every track has its own unique style, you know what I'm saying?

Like, check this, check this, all right.

All right? This one right here.

You got to love it, if you don't...

I don't know why we're here. You know?

(HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- I see you dance with it. - You got in here to sell stuff right?

Yeah, it's good.

Wait for it, wait, wait.

- Yeah! - Come on!

Come on!

RZA, these beats are great.

We know you make great beats.

But they're not songs.

We need Dirty to tell us his vision.

DIVINE: We know you were hoping to hear a single,

but the beats are done for almost an entire album.

That is great progress.

Yeah, but I need something to bring to marketing.

If we don't have songs,

we can't start on the album art, and we get further behind.

So when is Dirty gonna be here?

Well, shit, we got a concept, and we do have ideas for album art.

So, I don't think we as far behind as it seems.

Look, this album, like many first solo albums,

it's going to be all about Dirty's personality,

which we all know, is fucking unique as hell, man.

With Dirty's voice along with the beats...

I mean, it's going to... It's going to top the charts.

So! It's gonna be spontaneous.

Like I just walked into the room and you ain't even know I was coming.

You want to know how my album going to be?

I'll tell you.

- My welfare card, son. - Okay.

Play a beat so we can show him

how we get down at Shaolin, know what I'm sayin'?

Hippa to da hoppa And you just don't stoppa

Oh, shit, here I go once again

Rhymes get shitty From the time that I spend

I come old like toe fungus mold

Ask my grand-pop pop Duke Gave my soul

Then I came with that old Al Green shit

Saaa-die, taught me the ballistic

I'll get you blurry in your eye With the high note

Down, to the Brownsville

Oops, you got smoked

This shit I'm dropping Is stinking up your area

When I shoot it through Like a messenger carrier

I keep my breath smelling like shit So I can get funky

Baby, I'm not having it

Yo.

All right, I mean, that's some unique Dirty shit, guys.

I love it.

I want more of it.

But I can't give you an advance on it.

At least not the rest of it.

- Okay. - Keep working.

Yeah. Okay. Thank you.

It's fantastic.

Thanks for your time.

Got some room right there.

Got the bathroom to your right.

This right here, son...

This one you, king.

Oh, you ain't even fuck it up yet.

How would I fuck it up? I knew God was gonna show up.

But, yo, it's important that you made it, though.

Yo, why you got no king mattress?

You know a king needs a king.

Don't be worried about that, son. It's big enough.

I had two honeys in here the other night.

- Two, nigga. - Yo, what?

Yo, where the Abbott at, son?

Probably in the lab or the basement or shit.

- Holler at me if you need something. - All right, son.

ODB is back.

A'ight.

- GZA: Dirty. - What up, son?

I've been a little cold without you, dawg.

A'ight, you know I'm about to come light this shit up.

Of course you will, check this out, bro.

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)

This is that classic genius fire-loving dog, son.

Yo, it need a hook.

- Nah. On this track? - On this track, son.

Yo, your bomb is the illest, but they mad complex.

If you put a simple little part to it...

gonna invite more people to the party, son! Yeah!

We can't compromise the music to make it more accessible.

Remember that shit we used to kick when we was kids?

Simple, joyful.

Like, when me, you and RZA were in All In Together Now.

When the MCs came Lived off their name

All I'm sayin', we used to love them joints, know what I'm sayin'?

A'ight, but look, we've got to make it a little longer.

I gotta kick that off with some shit like...

When the MCs came To live out their name

And to perform Some had to snort cocaine

To act insane Before Pete Rocked it on

With the building to be born

- Hey, yo, come on, RZA. - Yo, do it again.

When the MC's came To live out their name

And to perform, some had To snort cocaine, to act insane

Before Pete Rocked it on Now on with the mental plane

To spark the brain With the building to be born

Yo, RZA...

Yo, you took that shit to another chamber, nigga.

- Yo, for real, yo. - Dirty's mind might be a mystery,

but he pulled that hook out with a quickness, Lord.

'Cause I ain't never stop singing.

What y'all trying to do, ya'll want to record this shit or what?

- Yeah, come on, son. - No, no, no, no.

I think ya'll should talk first.

Word, ya'll handle that.

- Peace. - See y'all later, man.

All right.

Let's talk, cuz.

Hey, yo...

I'm sorry for signing you to Elektra before talking to you about it.

I should have involved you in that conversation.

Yeah, you should have, son.

But...

I do think Elektra is the right spot for you.

Yeah, we'll see.

You can't be treating me like no kid no more, son.

We're not teenagers.

Yeah, I know, nigga.

And you can't be out here fucking around when we've got work to do.

I'm ready to work now.

Shit.

What's changed?

You know...

Shurrie got some wisdom in that big-ass head of hers, son.

Yeah, she do.

Well, shit, yo, we know Elektra's now ready to work with us.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Yo, how the fuck your ass even come up with that timing?

Told you, son. You gotta trust the Ol' Dirty Bastard, man.

All right, all right.

Man, I got this.

Plus...

I need some money, man, I ain't gonna lie.

I needed that shit.

Nigga ain't got a dime left.

- You spent all that shit already? - Yeah, you know how them strip clubs be.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh, shit.

Hey, yo.

The Gs were playing me that Puff remix for mastering.

Yeah, what you think?

It's all right.

Might be our biggest hit ever.

But it ain't Wu-Tang.

I'm trying to hear more about this...

About this welfare card...

Yeah, I'm telling you, yo, I was at Shurrie's crib

watching some Pryor shit,

- some Silver Streak. - Ooh.

Yeah, son. Got me thinking,

feeling something for the album,

like, some comedy shit, you know what I'm saying?

Not like Pryor, but don't even know yet.

Some Ol' Dirty Bastard rap comedy album,

with no father to his style, you know what I'm saying?

Remember this?

Yeah!