Juice (1992) Movie Script
[Heart Beating]
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ Sip the juice \
\ I got enough
to go around \
\ And the thought
takes place uptown \
\ I grew up
on a sidewalk \
\ Where I learned
street talk \
\ And then taught
to hawk New York \
\ I go to Queens for queens
to get the crew from Brooklyn \
\ Make money in Manhattan
and never been took in \
\ Go uptown to the Bronx
and boogie down \
\ Get strong on the island,
recoup and lay around \
\ Time to build
my juice back up \
\ Props stack up \
\ Suckers get smacked up \
\ Don't doubt
the clout \
\ You know
what I'm about \
\ Knockin' niggers off,
knockin' niggers out \
\ Shakin' 'em up,
wakin' 'em up \
\ Rakin' 'em up,
breakin' 'em up \
\ Standin' on shaky ground,
too close to the edge \
\ Let's see if I know
the ledge \
\ The corner's triflin',
'cause Shorty's here \
\ I get cocked liftin'
\ Here's a sip for
the crew that's deceased \
\ If I get revenge,
then they rest in peace \
\ Somebody gotta suffer \
\ I just might
spare one \
\ And give a brother
a fair one \
\ Stay alert and on pees \
\ And I do work
with these \
\ Like Hercules \
\ Switch to southpaw,
split your right jaw \
\ 'Cause I don't
like y'all \
\ I'm hype
when night fall smooth \
\ But I move
like an army \
\ Bulletproof down \
\ In case brothers
try to bomb me \
\ Puttin' brothers
to rest \
\ Like Eliot Ness \
\ 'Cause I don't like stress \
\ Streets ain't a place
for innocent bystanders to stand \
\ Nothin's gonna
stop the plan \
\ I'll chill like Pacino \
\ Kill like De Niro,
black Gambino \
\ Die like a hero \
\ Livin' on shaky ground \
\Too close to the edge \
\ Let's see
if I know the ledge \
\ Shells lay around
on the battle ground \
\ Dead bodies are found
throughout the town \
\ Try to put shame in my game
to make a name \
\ I'm gonna
put it on a bullet \
\ Put it in your brain \
\ And my pockets
are still fat \
\ Wherever I'm at,
I get the welcome mat \
\ So come say hi
to the bad guy \
\ Don't say goodbye \
\ I don't plan to die \
\ 'Cause I get loose \
\ And I got troops \
\ And crazy juice \\
[End Of Record Skipping]
[Sirens, Traffic Noise]
[Scratch]
Quincy, get up!
It's after 7:00,
and you're going to be
late for school again!
Quincy Powell,
did you hear me?
I said get up.
This is bullshit, man.
Excuse me, young man,
what did you say?
Nothin', Ma.
That's what I thought.
Get up.
\ Enterthe dragon 'cause
it's startin'to rain \
\ Rappers
on the bandwagon... \\
Gerard, Eric,
time to get up!
Come on, man,
move it, man.
Move your fat feet.
You're too fat
to be smelling bad.
You gonna never get
anywhere but--stop!
Don't, you little bitch!
Get your rusty butt up!
I'm up, Pop,
I'm up.
And do something
about this room.
Sure thing.
Fatness never
prospereth.
Morning, Grandma.
Oh, morning, baby.
Breakfast is ready.
See ifyour father's hungry!
[Train Whistle]
Raheem, you know I got
a job interview this morning.
Let me in.
I'm late as is.
Raheem, let me
in the bathroom!
How much?
How much what?
How much you willing
to give me to get in?
Fuckyou, Raheem!
I ain't givin' you shit!
Raheem, let me in.
I'll give you a dollar.
Ha ha!
Quincy, I was talking
to Louise in 4-A.
Her boy Tyrone--
You know Tyrone,
that tall skinny boy?
Nice kid.
He's looking to get
into the Acme School,
that school
where they teach you
to fix cars, washing machines,
and whatnot.
You make good money
doing that.
Are you listening to me?
I'll give you $5.00,
Raheem.
Now, let me in.
Did you say $5.00?
Yes, I did.
Cool. $5.00.
I'm with that.
Have you been
working out?
You look nice.
You look real fine.
I'll give it to you
later.
Myra, you better
give me my $5.00!
What's going on
out here?
Nothin', Ma.
\ Better creation,
what a celebration \
\ My vocabulary
is varied\
\ Trouble like a trick hand,
sinking like quicksand\
\ Makin ' the competition feel
like they need a kickstand \
\ To support
what they thought \
\ Would have brought them
some type of victory \
\ You better
never act, no \
\ Huh, 'nuffrespect \\
[H umming]
[Porky Pi g]
P-P-Puppy, oh, puppy, speak to me.
G-G-Good ol' doggy.
Nice puppy.
Oh, y-y-you poor thing.
T ake it easy, Pop.
Button up your coat.
Don't be comin' back
all hours of the ni ght.
I won't.
And clean up that room,
or it's gonna be
me and you.
You can't play that music
the rest ofyour life.
What time are you
comin' home?
And you're not going
in the Army either.
Remember that.
Quincy, where's
your books?
What's up, Lenny, man?
Better hurry that ass up.
Mrs. Sanders ain't going
for that late shit no more.
Yo, I need those notes
for biology class.
If I flunk, I'll have to
kickyour ass.
I'm sorry.
Damn, baby, what's up?
Can I get that number?
Eric, come back here
and make up your bed!
- Busted!
- Damn!
Yo, Raheem!
Yo, Raheem!
Keesha. Keesha, wait.
I don't want to argue.
I'm tired of that shit.
What the fuck
do you want, then, Raheem?
I got to take the baby
to the sitter.
I could help.
That's my baby, too.
Ifwe got back
together...
I ain't even about
to let you have my baby
so you can have him
hangin' out with you
and your fucked-up friends.
And how would Charlene
feel about that?
I ain't messin'
with Charlene no more.
Raheem, you ain't even
foolin' nobody.
Everybody knows.
It's all over the school.
Come talk to me
when you're serious.
I'm serious now.
I'm serious, too,
Raheem!
This does not
make you a man.
I need a real man.
I'm not lettin' my child
grow up and be fucked up
Iike you and your
stupid-ass friends.
Yeah, well,
fuckyou, then!
I don't need
your tired ass anyway, bitch!
That was real smooth, man.
I'm squashin' her.
That shit is
too much work.
I should've
let you have her.
I let you have her.
Just buggin', man.
What's up?
Yeah. I thought so.
\ So you wanna
be a gangster... \\
Yo, Bishop!
What you want?
Your ass, punk!
People been sayin'
that you say
you can bust my ass.
You believe that shit?
So?
Chill, chill,
chill, chill, chill.
Smile, man, smile.
See this?
Take a real good look at him,
'cause that's how
a dumb nigger commits suicide.
You thinkyour shit
is that bad, man?
You got that much juice?
God damn right.
Don't nobody
fuckwith me.
'Cause you already
fucked up, man.
You can't fuck up somethin'
that's already fucked up.
Ifyou wasn't
as fucked up as you are,
you'd see
that shit, man!
What a dumb nigger, man.
Fuckyou, you beans and rice
son of a bitch!
Respect me.
I was almost your father,
but the line
was too fucking long!
Hey, hey,
it's cool, man.
It's cool.
Raheem, man, you better
tell your boy somethin',
'cause I don't care
if he's crazy or not.
I'll stomp the shit
out of his ass.
You ain't saying
nothing but a word!
He's just bullshittin'.
He didn't mean it.
Shit if I didn't mean it.
Fuck that little
Puerto Rican maricon!
Maricon? Maricon?
Ifyou're looking' for faggots,
you ain't got to look no farther
than your pa.
I hear he liked bein'
the prison yard whore!
Fuckyou,
motherfucker!
Get away from my store!
I'm gonna shoot
your pee-pee off, man.
Tell me that wasn't
the shit.
You're crazy, man.
Ain't had no fun like that
in a while.
That nigger had you
by your neck and shit.
I swear to God--
What's up, Fat Chops?
What's up, man?
Hey, how you doin'?
You're late, man.
I feel good.
Sorry, man.
I was busy, man.
I had a hard time
gettin' away, man.
Give those chubby palms
a rest,
you'd get here
with the rest of us.
Want to know
why I'm really late?
I was doin'
the hootchy-kootchy
with Donna Bromwell.
So you boned
Donna Bromwell?
Yeah, man.
She liked it, too.
My man,
finally got that ass.
I heard that.
Thankyou.
Appreciate it.
So how was it?
It was good.
What do you think?
I heard Donna Bromwell
was a real freak.
The bitch tried to fuck me
on the stove.
She still got that,
uh, tattoo?
No, man. I wasn't lookin'
for no tattoo.
I was doin' the hootchy-kootchy,
my friend.
You knew it was Donna
from that hair on her face.
Yeah, man, come on.
You didn't know about
Donna Bromwell, man?
What, man, what?
That she used to be
Donald Bromwell?
\ Big Don \\
Don Juan.
Fucky'all, man.
Come on, big, hefty,
tub-of-a-man you!
Don't make me
come afteryou!
Get the fuck off me!
My man.
You big
fat-head jalopy.
'Reckin' crew!
Hope you're feelin'
lucky today, my brother,
'cause I'm getting ready
to bust your ass.
You want me
to lie to you?
Just 'cause you
pour syrup on shit
don't make it pancakes.
Q!
What's up?
What's happenin'?
You got that
party tape for me?
Yeah, I got the shit.
My brother, my brother,
my brother, my brother.
Bad news, though.
Bein' that we in a recession,
the shit's gonna cost
$1 5 instead of 1 0.
- $1 5.
- $1 5?
Hit the button!
Hit the button!
Pow!
Kiss? Money?
What you gonna do, sweetheart?
I ain't got all day.
Do what you're told.
Give me a kiss.
Was the last party
serious?
It was slammin'?
It was all right.
It was dope, right?
Do you hit
Brenda's skins?
What?
Did Brenda Witherspoon
shine your silver?
My mother shines
our silver.
All you could see
was that butt.
I don't know why you thought
that was so tough.
She got the snappy-nappy
dugout piece.
Snappy-nappy
dugout piece?
Did you fuck
Brenda Witherspoon?
Yeah, I did, man.
Yeah?
You did, right?
$1 5, G.
Lord, I came
at the perfect time.
Pop two quarters in,
pop-tart,
and let's get it on.
Let me get
in that ass.
What makes you think
you can beat me?
Two reasons.
I'm going to beat that ass.
I'm going to beat that ass.
Get this goddamn
game started,
tugboat ass
motherfucker.
What's up?
What's up?
What you got?
Hey! Hey!
[Siren]
Here they come!
Put your asses
back in school!
What's up? What's up?
Outta there.
Steel, come
the fuck on!
What the fuck?
- See ya!
- Go!
Bam! Kick!
You're out of there.
Q!
[Meow]
Stop!
O.K., guys,
come on.
That's it.
It's over.
Let's go, guys.
Come on.
Come on. Now.
Let's go, guys.
Yo!
Whoa!
Ain't nothin'.
You all right?
I know'd we could
beat 'em quick.
Bust this!
Bust this!
Bastards!
You can't play
with this yo-yo.
Stupid bitch!
\ Fat-ass Steel
is stuck in school again \
\ Again \\
Yo, he ain't comin'.
Let's go.
We ain't goin' nowhere
without Steel.
Fuck, no.
Here he comes.
- Hurry up, man.
- Could ya?
Fat bastard.
Oh, shit!
Come on, y'all!
What's up?
What's up?
\ Yeah, refuse
to get took down \
\ A goddamn killer \
\ Comin'straight
from the Oaktown \
\ Step out ofline,
it's mandatory I hurt ya \
\ My hobbies
in life... \\
Boo!
Yo, what time is it?
Almost 1 2:00.
How much money we make
at the arcade today?
[Steel]
I can count!
[Bishop]
Not bad. Let's go
chill out somewhere.
Yo! Hey, you see
this shit?
I was tellin' you
all about this.
This shit is mine,
word up.
We gotta worry about
runnin' into Radames,
and this nigger
talkin' about
some bullshit-ass
deejay contest.
First prize is
custom gold 1 200s
and a six-month contract
to deejay at the Ruffhouse.
Better than this pool hall
nickel-and-dime bullshit.
Yo, DJ Plaz,
DJ Rich E. Rich,
Pete Rock, and DJ Scratch
gonna be there.
So what?
They won both contests
last year.
That was the Hott Boxx.
Anybody could have won
in that shit.
This is the Ruffhouse.
The comp will be serious.
There ain't
no greater comp than me.
Y'all ain't got
no confidence in me now?
Y'all supposed to be
my boys.
They been all over.
Everybody know them.
You just local.
Local?
Y'all kiss my local ass,
you know what I'm sayin'?
All right.
Come on, Q.
You're still
my favorite local deejay.
I'm going to pick up
some party tapes
for my audition tape.
That's all right
with you, Raheem?
Yeah, man.
\ Is he good to you? \
\ Yeah \
\ Is he good to you? \
\ Whoa, whoa,
whoa, yeah \
\ Oh \
\ Is he good to you? \
\ When my love
comes down \
\ I don't have
to run around\
\ I've got you \
\ Andyou know
just what to do \
\ To fulfill
all my needs \
\ And satisfy me \
\ But I'd like to know \
\ The sexual healing
is mutual... \\
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hi. Can I help you?
Uh...yeah.
Let me get your...
E PM D's new album
and your name
and your phone number.
Oh, O.K.
I can get you the tape.
You want my name
and my number?
O.K., here's my name.
It's Juaniqua...
Ross.
And here's my number.
Why don't you put
your address on there?
Oh, O.K.
Does this mean
we're going out?
Yeah.
You got
three friends?
Yeah.
Who look just like you?
I don't know.
I'm kind of one of a kind.
What's your name?
My name is, um, Ed.
Eddie.
Ed? Eddie, O.K.
So you going to
call me?
Put that shit back.
Anytime.
Anytime you want.
Uh-huh.
You know, you are sexy.
Thankyou. O.K.
That's a gold tooth?
I like it.
I'm going to get
another one.
I want to cover up
the whole front.
When are we going out,
Saturday?
I don't know.
Sir? Sir!
Sir, can I check
that newspaper?
Can I call tonight?
Wait a second.
Sir, where are you going?
Give back my tape!
I'm not paying
for this tape.
It's not Christmas.
Get a job, why don't you?
\ Play the sax \
\ Everybody love him
to the max \\
Man, I'm hungry.
Let's get something to eat.
Let's go
to Steel's house.
His mom ain't home.
Taxi! Taxi!
What she got
in the refrigerator?
She still got
them turkey wings?
No, man.
She ain't been shoppin'.
I believe we need
to go to your crib
and see what's
in the fridge.
Hi.
Yo, Q, go in and get me
some cigarettes.
Why I got to
go get them?
It's your turn,
motherfucker!
I got it.
I got it.
Oh, man.
That's cold.
Lucky son of a bitch.
\ Listen, partypeople, y'all\
\ I'm going to tellyou
what it's all about \
\ We got ourselves
together now \
\ I'm gonna keep it
real, real steady \
\ Come along
andjoin us now \
\ People, get ready \
\ We're gonna
get ya \
\ We're gonna get ya \\
Oh, shit.
Blizz, man,
what's up, man?
What's going on?
It's Q.
What's up, Q, man?
How you doing?
It's good to see you, man.
I'm all right.
How's your crew?
They outside waiting.
When you got paroled?
I got paroled
the other day, man.
I hope you're
taking care ofyourself.
Of course I'm
taking care of myself.
It's nice to see, man.
Pardon me.
I'm about to rob this place.
Everybody,
put your hands in the air
and face the fuckin' bar!
Oh, shit, man.
Don't look at me!
Yo, Q, you want
a piece of this?
No, man.
I'm all right.
All right, everybody,
strip!
Take your fuckin'
clothes off!
Hurry up, god damn it,
'cause you look good!
As fat as you are,
there ain't no food
in the house?
Yeah, she's going
shopping tonight.
No, we're going today.
Ah, thankyou.
Yo, Blizzard is in there
right now
stickin' the place up.
Word, right now?
He let you out?
He asked me if I wanted
a piece of the action.
You said no?
What are you, crazy?
I don't think so.
Let me tell you
something.
That crazy motherfucker
is goin' down.
I'm making for
god damn sure
that we're
not goin' with him.
You know how much
money is in there?
We are in there, man.
I said no, man.
That shit is out.
Now, come on.
Come on, man.
Come on, man.
[Rap Music
On Boom Box]
I thought that
was your woman.
Man, what you gonna do?
Steel's kitchen.
Almost empty.
Mmm!
Got to get it right,
buddy.
Oh, it's up now.
Oh, shit.
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
All right,
there he goes.
Bust 'em!
Bust 'em!
Boo-yeah!
Boo-yeah!
Pow! Boo-yeah!
Aw, shit!
Damn, Steel.
What the fuck is this mess, man?
Bacon and eggs
and hot sauce, man.
I mix it like this
all the time.
I'm too hungry
to throw this shit away.
But I only did it
foryou, Ed.
Cody still ain't
gonna like to hear
that she got it
in the back.
Oh, shit!
Shot his moms in the back.
Yo, Steel. Let me borrow
these two till tomorrow.
This shit's dope.
Excuse me, partner,
can you keep that shit down?
You see me watching TV.
Heh heh heh!
[Gunshot]
Made it, Ma!
Made it, Ma!
Top of the world!
Top of the world!
Yo!
Ifyou gotta go out,
that's how you go out.
That motherfucker took
his destiny in his own hands.
Mmm, some destiny.
What you know about it,
Big Chops?
What you ever control?
I control my life.
That's bullshit.
I got more control
overyour life than you do.
How you figure that?
I'm lettin' you breathe,
ain't I?
You can't even
walkyour own block
without getting fucked up
by Radames, let's not forget.
Ha ha ha.
Oh, shit!
It's Blizzard!
A gunman was killed
in a shoot-out with police
as he attempted to rob
the Harlemwood bar
just under an hour ago.
The gunman,
identified as 20-year-old
Barnett Jerkins,
wounded two officers before
he himself was killed.
On the news at 7:00,
we'll have more on this story
as well as an update
on the campaign...
Y o, man, we were
just down there.
To have the already
financially strapped city
provide more
police protection
on the subway els
after dark.
What the fuck are you doing, man?
Come here!
Fuckin' Radames.
We ain't shit.
Man, what's your problem?
You're my fuckin' problem!
People sweat us
on the street,
and you don't even
give a fuck.
I thinkyou're
exaggerating.
That's bullshit, man!
We run from the cops,
we run from Radames,
we run from
security guards,
we run from Old Man Quiles
and his bullshit store
when he come
with that bullshit gun.
All we do
is fuckin' run!
I feel like I'm on
the god damn track team.
I'm serious!
What's the matter,
Raheem?
Nothin' to say?
That's 'cause
you know I'm right.
In your heart,
you know I'm right.
Yo, big man! Ifyou want
respect, you gotta earn it.
You damn right!
You gotta be ready
to go down,
stand up,
and die like Blizzard did
ifyou want some juice.
Blizzard? Blizzard ain't
stickin' up to nothin' now.
That's 'cause we wasn't there
to back him up!
Ifwe was there--
There'd be five dead niggers
instead of one!
You ain't sayin' nothin' now,
right, big man?
I never thought
I'd see the day
when you'd
talk like a punk.
Fuckyou, man!
Yo, chill!
Fuck chill!
Checkyourself, Q.
You gotta
snatch some collars
and let them
motherfuckers know
you're there
to take them out
anytime you
feel like it.
You gotta get the ground
beneath your feet,
get the wind
behind your back,
and go out in a blaze.
Otherwise
you ain't shit.
You might as well be dead
your damn yourself.
You tryin' to tell me
I ain't shit?
I ain't tryin'
to tell you shit.
I'll tell your mama
you ain't shit.
Yo, man, what
are we fightin' for?
I don't know, nigger.
You ready to die?
You're fucked up, man.
Don't turn your fuckin'
back on me, nigger!
You broke
the fuckin' vase, man!
What the fuck
is y'all doin', man?
Damn, man!
What the fuck?
Messin' up my shit, man!
Feed y'all!
Sorry, man. Here!
Fuck that money, man!
Look at that shit!
I got to tell
my parents--
Shut the fuck up!
All right, that's it!
That's it!
Bishop, I want you and Q
to settle this shit
right now!
Come on, y'all.
You're like brothers.
Fuck that.
You are brothers!
Fuck that.
We used to be like brothers.
All right,
we're going to squash it.
What do you say?
Bishop?
Yeah, it's cool.
All right.
I'm not makin' sense!
You're not makin' sense!
[Doorbell Rings]
You know why?
What?
Uh, how you doin'?
Is Yolanda there?
Who the hell are you?
Hi, Q.
Let him in, Frank.
Have a seat.
I'm just cleaning out
some of Frank's things.
Um, Frank, Q.
Q, Frank.
How you doin'?
Q.
What, did names like
Mustafah and Akbar
become too hard
to spell?
My real name is Quincy,
and I'm not too fond
of that name,
so people call me Q
or GQ, you know,
Iike a nickname,
abbreviation.
Well, uh, Quincy,
shouldn't you be out stealing
hubcaps or something like that?
Asshole.
Excuse me? Speak up.
I can't hearyou, boy.
O.K., Frank, I found it.
Remember these?
Ha ha ha.
What the hell are you laughing at,
you chain snatcher?
Look, who is this kid,
and what is he
doing here?
Frank, don't you think
it's a little late
to try acting
like a husband now?
You're taking this
save-the-children shit too far.
Bye.
Just telling you
foryour own good.
Bye, Frank.
I can't express
concern, what?
So that's him, huh?
That's him.
You know, he got a real
attitude problem.
Definitely.
Mmm, baby.
You're sweatin' already.
I been working out.
You don't mind
a little sweat, do you?
I'm deejay Ralph McDaniels here.
\ Hey hey \
\ Yeah yeah \
\ Eh ooh eh ooh \
\ Yeah \
\ Now I lay me
down to sleep \
\ I pray my Lord
my soul to keep \
Mmm.
Want some?
Mm-mmm.
What time is it?
\ I pray my Lord
my soul to take \
Past 1 0:00.
I got to get
ready for work.
\ Andyou'll be sayin'
daddy to me \
Mmm.
Hmm. Why you playin'
with my spot?
You say you got to
get ready for work.
Is that your spot?
Yeah. You know
it's my spot.
\ Don't worry, baby \
Wish I could
spend the night,
know what I'm sayin'?
That would be nice.
Sleep all day.
I could make you
breakfast in bed.
That'd be dope. That'd
be the most word, huh?
I...I thinkyou'd better let me
deal with breakfast.
I can cook.
Mm-hmm.
You can cook, all right.
Ha.
What's up?
Yo, what's up,
money?
What are you
doin' here, man?
We got a meeting
at the ball court.
When is it?
Tomorrow mornin'.
I can't make it, man.
What do you mean,
you can't make it?
I got a real important
appointment.
Well, how important is it?
It's my deejay audition.
Oh, man.
All right, Q.
I'm going to
straighten this out
with the rest
of the boys,
but make sure you
get there afteryou're done.
This is
serious business,
so we're gonna
wait foryou.
That's cool.
Why don't you tell me
what it is now,
get it over with?
Later.
By the way,
good luck, man.
Smooth.
[Music Plays]
[Scratching]
[Music Stops]
[Music Plays]
[Scratching]
[Music Fades Out]
What do you mean,
it ain't good enough?
What do you mean,
it ain't good enough?
My name is Flex.
Look, this brother
look like Gumby.
What you talkin' about,
I ain't good enough?
I mean exactly
what I said.
You need
more experience.
You need to work
on your mixing more.
My--my--
what you mean?
What the fuck's
wrong with my mix?
I know you didn't
snatch that from me.
What's wrong
with my mix?
Look, the shit
is totally sloppy.
Only a fool would
open up like you.
Nobody likes
the records you play.
It's completely
whacked--face it!
Face it.
Fuckyou!
You might have a chance
if that shit
wasn't so small.
Next!
[Scratch Music Plays]
You ever deejay before?
Yeah, you know,
run away, make tapes
for my boys, stuff like that.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, you local.
I really
liked your tape.
Thankyou.
I'll see you
Saturday night.
What is your name?
GQ.
GQ.
Come on.
Yes!
You know, I think
you and me can be closer
than two craps
together coming out--
What's happen, Trip?
Yo, yo, my brother.
Heard you made that deejay comp.
Congratulations.
GQ, you know
what I'm sayin'?
All right.
What's up, man?
I made that deejay contest
Saturday night.
Once again, it's on.
What you talkin' about?
It's on.
What's this nigger
talkin' about now?
Stickin' up Old Man Quiles
Saturday night.
What? Man, you better
stop bullshittin' me.
I ain't bullshittin' you.
What, is you scared?
Steel ain't scared,
are you, Steel?
Here come Raheem.
Yo, what's up, Q?.
What's up, man?
Chillin'.
You got it?
Yeah, I got it.
Come on, let's walk.
What's goin' on
with this garbage?
Check this out.
Oh, shit!
This shit is sweet.
I got it from Sweets.
I ain't never
shot nobody before.
Yo, be careful with that.
It's loaded.
Quiles is not
gonna draw on somebody
that got a gun on him.
It's gonna be
a piece of cake.
A piece of cake.
We go in
right before 1 1 :00,
get the loot, and jet.
The whole thing won't take longer
than three fuckin' minutes.
You decided it
this morning without me?
Yeah. While you was at
your, uh, appointment.
Check this here, man.
I got to deejay
Saturday night.
I'm not missin' that.
Guess you got to
disappoint them.
I ain't disappointin' shit.
Maybe not.
There's going to be
a lot of deejays there, right?
Yeah.
How do they pick
who goes when?
There's 40 deejays,
all I know is
I go seventh.
We're going to
need an alibi.
Since you're
going seventh,
that'll give us
an opportunity to go in,
do what we got to do,
and jet.
Get the fuck
out of there.
I think that'll work.
What about the cops?
Bishop checked it out.
There's two
overlappin' patrols
about three minutes apart.
We got to be fast.
Yo, I think we should
plan this another time.
This nigger's scared!
I have to deejay
Saturday night.
Fuck that shit!
We're goin' Saturday night,
and that's it.
I'll hold onto the gun.
Why him?
'Cause I already got it,
motherfucker!
Just let him
hold the gun.
The nigger be
acting stupid.
Shut up!
Suck my dick.
What time you
gotta be there?
Before 9:00.
We'll pick up your shit,
go over there,
set you up--
You'll be straight, man.
\ Suckers get
smacked up \
\ Suckers get smacked up \
\ Goin'down
forthe count\
\ Suckers get
smacked up \
\ Goin'down
for the count \
\ Suckers get
smacked up \
Yo, what's up,
everybody in the house,
and welcome to
the Mixxmaster Massacre,
the ultimate deejay battle
ofworld supremacy
won by a round
of sudden death
till only the best are left.
Cut it up, y'all.
\ Suckers get smacked up,
suckers get smacked up \
\ Suckers get smacked up,
suckers get smacked up \
\ Don't doubt the clout \
\ You know what I'm about \
\ Knockin ' niggers off\
\ Knockin ' niggers out \
\ Suckers get
smacked up \\
Hello?
Y o, man, you O. K.?
I'm chillin'.
All ri ght, man,
good luck.
Enjoy.
Fab 5 Freddie here.
Yo! MTV Raps.
Battles going on,
but each contestant
only has 20 seconds
to go for the gusto.
So let's do it!
[Scratching]
Are you having
a good time?
Make some noise.
Somebody say ho.
Ho!
Say ho! Ho!
Ho! Ho!
Yeah! That's the
hyped crowd I like.
Right now we have
the next two contestants.
From uptown,
we have the challenger,
the flyman
of the turntables,
Deejay GQ!
Make some noise!
And the champion,
reigning that is,
from Flatbush,
Brooklyn.
Ah!
We have his highness,
DJ Majesty.
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted all--
you wanted all\
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You want--you want--
you wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You want--you want--
you wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted all--
you wanted all\
\ You wanted all--
you wanted all\
\ You wanted--
you wanted\
\ You wanted--
you wanted\
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted--
you wanted--you wanted\\
[Crowd]
Pump, pump, pump it up!
Pump, pump, pump it up!
Pump, pump, pump,
pump, pump it up!
Come on, man.
Encore!
Encore!
Encore!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
And the winner is...
GQ!
Congratulations.
Yeah!
Congratulations, Q.
You're on yourway
to the finals.
But don't get sloppy.
It don't get any easier.
Next up, we got two
rough, rough competitors.
[Whispering]
What's up?
Where's Q?.
He's right behind me.
What's up?
Everybody got
their gloves?
Yeah, man.
Ol' man Quiles is
in there by hisself.
Let's do this.
Is everybody ready?
Bishop?
Hell, yeah.
Q?.
Steel?
Steel?
You all right, man?
Get it together.
We're really
counting on you, O.K.?
Here come the cops.
Shh.
Let's go.
Hey! We're closed.
No more customers.
That's it.
Freeze, motherfucker!
Turn around!
Turn around!
Don't shoot.
Please don't shoot.
Turn around,
motherfucker.
I won't--
Shut the fuck up!
Shut your
fuckin' mouthpiece.
Take everything
you want.
Shut the fuck up!
Don't shoot me,
that's all.
Are you going
to shoot me?
Please don't shoot me,
all right?
Shut the fuck up!
Just tell me
you won't shoot me.
Hey, Rahe--
Shut the fuck up!
Turn your ass
to the fuckin' wall.
Please, mister--
Shut the fuck up,
old man.
Coast clear?
All right!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Five-O!
Five-O!
Come on!
[Sirens]
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Why did you
have to shoot him?
You didn't have to!
He made a move.
He didn't make
no fuckin' move!
You're lyin'!
I was lookin'
right at you!
Yo, man.
He's dead, isn't he?
What we going to do?
He knew who we was!
Fat boy says your name.
He knew who we was!
Everybody just shut up!
Yo, man!
Fuck! What we going to do now?
We gots to get rid
of the fuckin' gun!
Yeah, you're right, man.
Bishop,
give me the piece.
No.
What the hell
you mean, no?
I'm holdin' onto this
till I say so.
I'm not playin' here.
Oh, really?
[Steel]
Stop this shit, man!
You stop it, man!
[Q]
Yo, stop!
Oh, shit!
Hey!
What's going on
down there?
[Sirens]
[Sobbing]
Shut up, Steel!
You want to see
how much money we got?
Here we go.
What the fuck
are you lookin' at?
You goin' crazy, B!
Don't you ever
call me crazy!
I'll blow your
fuckin' brains out!
You understand?
I got it.
Steel, bring your ass here.
Come on!
Come on, man.
Don't go fuckin'
crackin' up on me now.
We all in this shit
together!
Wipe that shit.
Come on.
[Sobbing]
Look, if I go down,
you go down.
Those motherfuckers
don't give a fuck
who shot who.
Come on.
Raheem!
Damn.
I warned him.
You saw that!
I told him, man.
He had no business
grabbin' the gun.
But it was Raheem!
I don't give a fuck!
Nobody's supposed
to do that shit.
If anybody
got a problem,
we can deal with it
right now.
You got a problem
with it?
I'm warning you, Q.
We got to get the fuck
back to the club.
Um...
if anybody asks
about Raheem,
we don't know.
We ain't seen him.
You can't fuckin' keep up
with a man at a party.
So...
Um...
Come on.
Come on!
[Cocks Gun]
Let's go.
Come on!
Let's go.
Let's go.
[CrowdApplauds]
Good luck.
[CrowdApplauds]
Fuck that!
You are brothers.
[CrowdApplauds]
Piece of cake, Q.
[She-Rock]
Round 2!
[She-Rock Laughs]
Once again,
we have deejay,
that fly-guy,
GQ!
And from Detroit,
DJ Plaz!
Hey!
Hey! Get down here!
Get down here.
[Detective]
Keep your mouth shut!
Raheem is dead.
Somebody shot him.
Hey! Sit back
and be cool.
I'm Detective Markham.
This is Detective Kelly.
We want to askyou boys
some questions.
Let's go.
Let's open it up
right now!
Break away!
Move it!
When was the last time
you saw Raheem Porter
breathin'?
Tonight at the club.
What time?
An hour
before Qset up.
Where did he go
afteryou last saw him?
I have no idea--
[Kelly]
Why'd he leave?
I don't know.
I thought
he was checkin' out.
He was talkin'
to a girl,
clockin' the 'ho's.
Clockin' the 'ho's?
Clockin' the 'ho's?
Did you leave
the club tonight?
I went to the basement.
What for?
I ran into
an old girlfriend.
What were you doing
down in the basement?
Do you know
Fernando Quiles?
Yes.
You got popped for boostin'
in Quiles' store.
Yes or no?
Well, I--
Yes or no?
Yes.
Mr. Quiles was regularly
harassed by local gangs.
Do you have any rivalry
with other gangs?
Puerto Rican gang,
Rapido Muerte.
We know who they are.
Radames. They always
fuckin' with us.
Radames.
Tell us about Radames.
Puerto Rican gang.
They think they rule
the fuckin' world.
Didn't your gang
regularly harass Mr. Quiles?
No. 'Cause
we're not a gang.
Yeah. We didn't
kill him, though.
We didn't say
you killed him.
We said you regularly
harassed Mr. Quiles!
How about Porter?
Did they harass him, too?
If anybody had a motive
to do Raheem in,
it would have
been Radames.
Q got loud on you.
They screamed on you.
We just want to get
the full confession.
We want to get
the story from you.
When it goes down,
I can talk to the D.A.
Everything's
going to be cool.
I didn't do nothing.
They say
you was the cap man
who blew Raheem away.
Who the fuck
killed Porter?
Who killed him?
I don't know, man!
I don't know.
Why do you seem
so nervous?
What are you
nervous about?
We're three niggers
in a police station.
It doesn't matter
what happened.
Ify'all want us
to be guilty,
we'll be guilty.
Ifyou didn't
do nothing,
you got nothing
to worry about.
\ Oh \
\ Amazing \
\ Ah \
\ Grace \
\ How \
\ Sweet \
\The sound \
Quincy, please
eat something.
I don't feel like
eating right now, Mama.
I know,
but just try, O.K.?
Just try for me.
Come on.
O.K.
\ A poor wretch like... \
[Baby Cries]
\ Me \
\ I... \
Yo, man.
I'm scared.
You scared?
\ Was lost \
[Crying]
\ But now \
\ I'm found \
\ Was blind... \\
You don't have
to be doing this.
Sit down.
I got this, Myra.
Be with the people.
It's O.K.
I'm O.K.
How you doing,
Mrs. Porter?
I'm O.K.
Can I help you?
Help me.
Bring in the corn bread.
This one?
Yes.
What's up, Myra?
Q!
I haven't seen you
in a long time.
Sorry it had
to be like this.
How you doing?
Under the circumstances,
I'm all right.
I got to stay strong
for Ma, though.
She's trying to deal with this
by keeping busy,
and she keeps going
and going nonstop.
I don't think
she's cried yet or...
Hey, Roland.
How you doing?
I should be
asking you that.
We're staying strong.
I'd feel better
if I knew the police
had somebody, you know.
They, uh...
they say there
was no witnesses,
and they don't
have any leads or...
I don't know.
We been askin' around, too.
Nobody's seemed to have
seen or heard anything.
We'll find
those motherfuckers,
the police ain't going
to have to do shit.
Eric, put them here.
Uh, Myra?
Yes, Ma.
I've got to take
care of that.
Excuse me.
You remember me,
Mrs. Porter,
Roland Bishop?
Yes, Roland.
Thanks for coming.
You don't have
to thank me.
Raheem was one
of my best friends.
It's nice to see
people come together
when something bad happens.
Personally, for me, though,
Raheem was like my brother.
I mean, he was
more than a brother.
I mean, we did
everything together,
just kickin' it every day.
If there's
anything I can do,
just let me know.
[Knock On Door]
Who is it?
Hey, Q.
Come on in, man.
I heard about Raheem.
I really liked Raheem.
Did somebody shoot him?
Yeah.
Do you know who?
No, man.
Heard you got arrested.
What? Where'd
you hear that?
From Ishmal.
Who?
Ishmal, from
the second floor.
And Wendy,
Clarence, and Rashid.
No, man. I didn't
get arrested.
Hey, Q!
Oww!
Shut up!
Yo, Q!
Hey, Q!
[Mumbling]
Motherfucker,
you hurt my arm.
What'd you call me?
You heard me!
I told you about
that word, all right?
You got to learn
not to use
that language, man.
Come here, man.
Sit up.
Yo, B, man,
do me a favor.
What?
If Bishop comes by,
tell him I ain't here.
Don't you like Bishop?
Why you ask
so many questions?
'Cause I like Bishop!
Why?
He's cool.
He's cool, huh?
Tell Mr. Coolman,
if he comes by, I ain't here.
What's in it for me?
You get to keep your
own teeth, that's what.
That's no good.
I'm losin' my teeth anyway.
I can't believe this, man.
I'm getting blackmailed
by my own baby brother?
I tell you what.
You like that radio?
Yeah.
It's dope.
Right.
Go ahead.
You can have it.
Really?
You do what I tell you.
Fine by me.
Go ahead. It's yours.
What do you say, man?
Thankyou.
[Bell Rings]
Damn, man.
Has it been that long?
You want to try it again
outside after school, punk?
[Bell Rings]
What's up?
I ain't seen you
in a couple days.
What's been happenin'?
Man, get off that shit.
It's over!
There ain't nothin'
nobody can do about it now.
What do you want
from me, man?
Nothin'!
Just came to see
ifyou was all right,
see how you been doin'.
[Yelling]
Well, I ain't--
I ain't talked to
nobody, all right?
I know. We crew.
Always will be.
I just came to see
what's up.
Let me tell you somethin', B.
I'm only playin'
your fuckin' game
'cause there ain't
shit else to do.
But don't you ever
pull a gun on me again.
I hope I won't have to.
We all go down ifyou do,
'cause we all crew.
Just try me ifyou think
I'm bullshittin'!
Excuse me.
Look at this!
The brother finally decides
to stand up like a man
and throw down.
Too bad Raheem had
to die first, huh?
It's over.
Everything starts from now.
We all go down
unless we stay together.
Ain't no one man above the crew.
You know that shit.
You're crazy, man.
You know what?
When you said that last time,
I was kind of trippin', right?
But now...
you right.
I am crazy.
But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck
about you,
I don't give a fuck
about Steel,
and I don't give a fuck
about Raheem, either.
I don't give a fuck
about myself.
Look, I ain't shit.
I ain't never
gonna be shit.
And you less
of a man than me,
so soon as I decide
you ain't gonna be shit,
pow.
So be it.
You remember that,
motherfucker,
'cause I'm the one y'all
need to be worried about...
partner.
Baby, can I get you--
Don't do that!
Sorry.
Don't scare me like that.
Watch that shit.
I said I'm sorry.
Didn't your mama teach you
to make yourself known
before entering
a fuckin' room?
Watch your mouth
in my house.
Fuckyou.
I am not one ofyour
high school playmates,
and ifyou cannot
respect me in my house,
then get out
of my house.
Go on! Out!
Come on, nigger.
I got what you need.
Well, well...
Iookee here.
Get the fuck
out of here!
I want to talk
to your sorry ass outside.
Yo, man.
I think Bishop's
lost it, man.
So what else is new, man?
I mean seriously, man.
He was talkin'
some way-out shit,
about how he got more juice than
everybody else on the street,
that everybody learn
not to fuck with him,
or else they end up
like Raheem and Quiles.
He say that shit
in front of people?
No, only to me,
but he meant it, man.
I could see it
in his face.
Somethin's gonna happen.
I feel it.
Yo!
Get the fuck off me!
What's the idea
of tellin' the cops
I killed Raheem?
But I didn't tell
the cops a damn thing.
Don't give me
that shit, man.
They brought me in
for questioning.
And they said
you said...
I did it.
I didn't tell 'em shit!
You got it wrong.
Now, punk, you the one
that got it wrong.
You been askin'
for an ass-kickin'
for a long time.
Raheem ain't here
to protect you no more.
Ha ha ha!
I don't need Raheem or nobody
for no fuckin' punk spic!
What the--
He's fuckin' suicidal.
Ever seen...
Chinatown...
mother...
fucker!
I must've missed it!
Oh, shit!
Get him, man!
[Siren]
Yo, man, you think
he saw us?
Yeah.
What you think
he gonna do?
I think we lost 'em.
Riverside, motherfucker.
[Music Playing]
I'm here to see Sweets.
\ There's got to be
a reason \
\ And we know
the reason why \
\ You try to put on
those airs \
\ And act real cool\
\ But you got to
realize \
\ That you're acting
like fools \
\ Ifthere's music,
we can use it... \\
Ha ha ha!
Uh, excuse me.
Sweets?
Do I know you?
No. Um...
I'm here to, uh...
Come on, come on,
I don't have all night.
I need some protection.
How much we talkin' about?
I got about 25.
Damn, baby, you can't
get a slingshot for that.
Are you
Lorraine Powell's son?
Yes.
Tell your mother
Jackie said hi.
Here.
Come on!
[Machine Shuts Off]
What you do to my machine?
Nothin'.
You fucked up my machine!
What the fuck's
the matter with him?
What do you want?
I was thinkin'
you might like some company.
Well, you thought wrong.
You still here?
Hey!
Yo, man! Damn!
'Bout time you came home.
What you doin' here, man?
I thought we supposed
to meet at the pool hall.
What happened, man?
I thought--
You can help me
make this money back, O.K.?
Yeah.
Just come on.
Stop bein' a punk.
Damn!
[R&B Music Playing]
Something wrong
with the food?
You thinkin' about Raheem?
I know who killed him.
What?
I know who killed Raheem.
Who?
I can't tell you that,
Yolanda.
Did you tell the police?
Hell, no, I ain't
tellin' no police.
You're mixed up in it.
I didn't kill him,
ifthat's what you're thinkin'.
What areyou
gonna do about it?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Excuse me, I thought
he was your best friend.
[Telephone Rings]
[Ring]
[Ring]
Yes?
Oh, hold on.
It's Steel.
What up?
Q, man, I'm at the pool hall
with Bishop, man.
What are you doin' there?
I told you about that.
He met me in my hallway.
What was I supposed to do,
say no?
Just come.
I'm scared as hell.
Who is that?
No--nobod--
Who the fuck is this?
[Dial Tone]
Yo, I'm out.
Wait a minute, Q.
What's up?
I'll speak to you later,
Yolanda.
Q, let me help you.
I got to go.
Ifyou need me,
I'll be at the hospital later.
Cool. Later.
Shit.
Yo, man,
where we goin'?
Just down here.
Stop bein' a punk.
It ain't gonna take
but a minute.
You know, Big Chops...
[Cocks Gun]
I really wanted
all this to work.
But you and Q,
you ain't crew no more.
See?
That's what
it's all about.
See how scared you are?
Don't you get tired
of this shit?
What the fuck
you want from me?
Nothin'.
I'm an ordinary
kind of guy.
I have things
that I could show you--
Excuse us for a minute.
What's happenin',
young blood?
What's up, Trip?
Lookin' for that P-funk.
You seen Qaround?
Mm-mmm. Somethin'
I can do foryou?
Watch that nigger, man.
He on some shit.
I don't know what's
wrong with him.
He ain't been actin'
like hisselflately.
I mean, it kinda hurtin'
because we been best friends
since we was in the second grade!
Did you know that?
I try to talk to him.
He don't even hear me.
He gone.
I mean, I can
look out for myself,
but...
Man, I don't know what
he might do to Steel,
the way he been
actin' lately.
Q my man and everything,
but, uh...
I'll do him in
if I have to.
Word up.
Who is it?
Hello, Mrs. Thurman,
this is Q.
I mean, this is
Quincy Powell.
Is Steel--
Is Eric home?
No. He was supposed to
be home a long time ago.
Damn! Thanks a lot,
Mrs. Thurman.
Shit!
Hey! I want to
talk to you!
Check down the hill.
Thought you'd be lookin'
for transportation
out of town by now.
Hey, Trip, man,
you gotta tell me
what's goin' on, man.
You done slid down
a razor blade
and landed
in an alcohol river.
Word is,
you killed Raheem.
And Quiles.
And Radames.
Bullshit!
You know me better.
I don't know that.
You know me
since I was a kid!
I known lots of killers
since they was kids.
I need you to get word
to Bishop for me.
I'm listenin'.
I want him to meet me
tonight, alone.
When? Where?
by the Henry Hudson,
by the, uh, diner?
Tell him meet me there
at 1 2:00.
Well, thanks a lot, man.
That's all I got, G.
Damn.
I've gotta stop
this nigger, man.
It's me and him.
Argh!
Don't shoot me!
Please! Please!
[Coughing]
Don't shoot me!
Please! Please!
Don't shoot me!
Damn, man! What the fuck
is happenin' to me?
Excuse me just a minute.
Will you excuse me?
Excuse me.
He's going to be fine.
Steel, it's Yolanda.
What happened?
Bishop shot me.
He shot everybody.
He's tryin' to frame Q.
What's up, partner?
Don't fuckin' move!
Where's the gun?
Heard you copped a piece
from Sweets today.
I ain't come out here
for that.
Don't give me
that bullshit!
Check this here--
I'm not you.
We been tight
since second grade,
but I'm not you.
You want the gun?
I threw it in the river.
You stupid motherfucker.
Man, all this shit
ain't worth it, man!
Yo! You might get me now,
but sooner or later,
it's gonna come back to you!
Nah, brother.
You got it wrong.
See, this is your gun, Q.
You was comin' to get me,
just like you got Raheem,
Radames, Quiles, and Steel.
I'm just the only one man enough
to take it from you.
Self-defense, nigger.
Come on, Bishop.
Let's cut out all this bullshit!
We could end it
right here!
Me and you--
Qand Bishop!
You ain't gotta put on
no front for me, man!
Nah, I ain'ts
got to do nothin'.
You the past, bro.
My time is now.
You ready to die, nigger?
Yeah.
Aah!
What the fuckyou gonna do--
shoot me in the elevator?
Aah!
Aah!
Damn! You O.K., brother?
You O.K.?
[Screaming]
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ I been goin' on
a dumb trip \
\ Yo, because nothin'
is comin' from it \
\ I'm not gonna waste
no time fuckin' around \
\ Like actually hummin' \
\ Ah, man,
comin' at ya \
\ And ya know
I had to gat ya \
\ Time for some action \
\ Just a fraction
of friction \
\ I got the clearance
to run the interference \
\ Let's get satellite \
\ Shot in a bad light \
\ Check out the gat \
\ And I know
that'll catch you bright \
\ Here's an example,
just a little sample \
\ How I could
just kill a man \
\ One time tried
to come in my home \
\ Take my chrome \
\ I said, yo, it's on \
\ Take cover, son,
oryou're assed out \
\ How'd you like
my chrome? \
\ Then I watch
the rookie pass out \
\ Didn't have to blast out \
\ But I did anyway \
\ Yo, punk have to pay \
\ So I just killed a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \\
Bishop, come here!
You fuckin'--
Come on! Come on!
Fuckyou!
Stop it! Now!
Aah!
Oh!
It's over!
Aah!
Q, don't let me go!
I got you, Bishop, man!
Hold on!
Don't let go!
Hold on, man!
I can't hold on, man!
Aah!
[Thud]
Bishop!
[Siren]
Yo.
You got the juice now, man.
Ha ha ha ha!
You big
fat-headjalopy.
You gotta stop
that lyin'!
'Reckin' crew!
[Music Playing]
[Radio Announcer]
From the streets...
[Announcer]
Cool deejay, baby, look.
Up and down the sounds
in New York City.
But check this out--
Got this new tape
just came in.
First time I ever heard,
I liked it, you'll like it.
Deejay GQ--bust it!
\ Yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Hey! You could smoke
a script with a clip \
\ But there 's still no
mountain pie, you know \
\ A-waddin ' up
the church \
\ The naughty, nappy,
nasty nigger \
\ With the nasty
'ho-happy pappy \
\ L ess happy to be nappy \
\ Be a bim bop
\ Hoops and troops
with boots andjail suits \
\ That's how I know
when my headjerks \
\ When I will,
I got open competition \
\ It ain 't dope \
\ Beat your break,
you're broke, you smoke \
\ You take your singer
to your little group \
\ Sooner or later,
you wanna flip \
\ Tell them you all
saw me with a dick \
\ And all that other
Ringling Brothers shit \
\ Sporty, norty,
and enchowa-na \
\ Shit slam, the flimflam \
\ And then jam \
\ You can run,
but you can 't hide \
\ You can 't go far \
\ No matter where you go,
there you are \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ Here we go, yo \
\ Hit a nigger,
kill a nigger \
\ We'll come back \
\ See a sucker,
stretch a sucker \
\ Guardyour nap \
\ 'Cause there wasn 't nothin '
till a black man rapped \
\ See your 40 sucker,
guess who 's black? \
\ You tell him
where the city fella fell \
\ Step into the puny fruity
punks catchin ' fillies \
\ I had so many drunks
call me Garon \
\ Motherfucker saw color \
\ Walkin ' from the gutter \
\ Brand-new steady \
\ Heavy as a Chevy \
\ Ready for the pretty petty,
I'm Pretty Freddy \
\ Place your bet
on a threat \
\ The free man 's sweat \
\ What you see
is what you get \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ Comin ' round the corner
with my uptown bunch \
\ I bet your bottom dollar
that your bottom bunch jumps \
\ Give it up,
it's a juice thing \
\ A-steppin '
for the rap thing \
\ Workin ' on arrestin '\
\ Weapon-testin '
on who 's steppin '\
\ Ain 't no bluff,
but it ain 't enough \
\ For the funky stuff\
\ Nigger, ifyou're
tough enough \
\ I'll cut your ass
like glass \
\ Then blast you
by the trash \
\ After I laugh,
then I'll dash \
\ You can 't
handle the scandal \
\ Of an uptown vandal \
\ Shootin ' up your toes,
makin 'sandals \
\ Somebody told me
that you own me \
\ But can 't nobody own me \
\ I threw my dirt
on my lonely \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna... \\
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ Sip the juice \
\ I got enough
to go around \
\ And the thought
takes place uptown \
\ I grew up
on a sidewalk \
\ Where I learned
street talk \
\ And then taught
to hawk New York \
\ I go to Queens for queens
to get the crew from Brooklyn \
\ Make money in Manhattan
and never been took in \
\ Go uptown to the Bronx
and boogie down \
\ Get strong on the island,
recoup and lay around \
\ Time to build
my juice back up \
\ Props stack up \
\ Suckers get smacked up \
\ Don't doubt
the clout \
\ You know
what I'm about \
\ Knockin' niggers off,
knockin' niggers out \
\ Shakin' 'em up,
wakin' 'em up \
\ Rakin' 'em up,
breakin' 'em up \
\ Standin' on shaky ground,
too close to the edge \
\ Let's see if I know
the ledge \
\ The corner's triflin',
'cause Shorty's here \
\ I get cocked liftin'
\ Here's a sip for
the crew that's deceased \
\ If I get revenge,
then they rest in peace \
\ Somebody gotta suffer \
\ I just might
spare one \
\ And give a brother
a fair one \
\ Stay alert and on pees \
\ And I do work
with these \
\ Like Hercules \
\ Switch to southpaw,
split your right jaw \
\ 'Cause I don't
like y'all \
\ I'm hype
when night fall smooth \
\ But I move
like an army \
\ Bulletproof down \
\ In case brothers
try to bomb me \
\ Puttin' brothers
to rest \
\ Like Eliot Ness \
\ 'Cause I don't like stress \
\ Streets ain't a place
for innocent bystanders to stand \
\ Nothin's gonna
stop the plan \
\ I'll chill like Pacino \
\ Kill like De Niro,
black Gambino \
\ Die like a hero \
\ Livin' on shaky ground \
\Too close to the edge \
\ Let's see
if I know the ledge \
\ Shells lay around
on the battle ground \
\ Dead bodies are found
throughout the town \
\ Try to put shame in my game
to make a name \
\ I'm gonna
put it on a bullet \
\ Put it in your brain \
\ And my pockets
are still fat \
\ Wherever I'm at,
I get the welcome mat \
\ So come say hi
to the bad guy \
\ Don't say goodbye \
\ I don't plan to die \
\ 'Cause I get loose \
\ And I got troops \
\ And crazy juice \\
[End Of Record Skipping]
[Sirens, Traffic Noise]
[Scratch]
Quincy, get up!
It's after 7:00,
and you're going to be
late for school again!
Quincy Powell,
did you hear me?
I said get up.
This is bullshit, man.
Excuse me, young man,
what did you say?
Nothin', Ma.
That's what I thought.
Get up.
\ Enterthe dragon 'cause
it's startin'to rain \
\ Rappers
on the bandwagon... \\
Gerard, Eric,
time to get up!
Come on, man,
move it, man.
Move your fat feet.
You're too fat
to be smelling bad.
You gonna never get
anywhere but--stop!
Don't, you little bitch!
Get your rusty butt up!
I'm up, Pop,
I'm up.
And do something
about this room.
Sure thing.
Fatness never
prospereth.
Morning, Grandma.
Oh, morning, baby.
Breakfast is ready.
See ifyour father's hungry!
[Train Whistle]
Raheem, you know I got
a job interview this morning.
Let me in.
I'm late as is.
Raheem, let me
in the bathroom!
How much?
How much what?
How much you willing
to give me to get in?
Fuckyou, Raheem!
I ain't givin' you shit!
Raheem, let me in.
I'll give you a dollar.
Ha ha!
Quincy, I was talking
to Louise in 4-A.
Her boy Tyrone--
You know Tyrone,
that tall skinny boy?
Nice kid.
He's looking to get
into the Acme School,
that school
where they teach you
to fix cars, washing machines,
and whatnot.
You make good money
doing that.
Are you listening to me?
I'll give you $5.00,
Raheem.
Now, let me in.
Did you say $5.00?
Yes, I did.
Cool. $5.00.
I'm with that.
Have you been
working out?
You look nice.
You look real fine.
I'll give it to you
later.
Myra, you better
give me my $5.00!
What's going on
out here?
Nothin', Ma.
\ Better creation,
what a celebration \
\ My vocabulary
is varied\
\ Trouble like a trick hand,
sinking like quicksand\
\ Makin ' the competition feel
like they need a kickstand \
\ To support
what they thought \
\ Would have brought them
some type of victory \
\ You better
never act, no \
\ Huh, 'nuffrespect \\
[H umming]
[Porky Pi g]
P-P-Puppy, oh, puppy, speak to me.
G-G-Good ol' doggy.
Nice puppy.
Oh, y-y-you poor thing.
T ake it easy, Pop.
Button up your coat.
Don't be comin' back
all hours of the ni ght.
I won't.
And clean up that room,
or it's gonna be
me and you.
You can't play that music
the rest ofyour life.
What time are you
comin' home?
And you're not going
in the Army either.
Remember that.
Quincy, where's
your books?
What's up, Lenny, man?
Better hurry that ass up.
Mrs. Sanders ain't going
for that late shit no more.
Yo, I need those notes
for biology class.
If I flunk, I'll have to
kickyour ass.
I'm sorry.
Damn, baby, what's up?
Can I get that number?
Eric, come back here
and make up your bed!
- Busted!
- Damn!
Yo, Raheem!
Yo, Raheem!
Keesha. Keesha, wait.
I don't want to argue.
I'm tired of that shit.
What the fuck
do you want, then, Raheem?
I got to take the baby
to the sitter.
I could help.
That's my baby, too.
Ifwe got back
together...
I ain't even about
to let you have my baby
so you can have him
hangin' out with you
and your fucked-up friends.
And how would Charlene
feel about that?
I ain't messin'
with Charlene no more.
Raheem, you ain't even
foolin' nobody.
Everybody knows.
It's all over the school.
Come talk to me
when you're serious.
I'm serious now.
I'm serious, too,
Raheem!
This does not
make you a man.
I need a real man.
I'm not lettin' my child
grow up and be fucked up
Iike you and your
stupid-ass friends.
Yeah, well,
fuckyou, then!
I don't need
your tired ass anyway, bitch!
That was real smooth, man.
I'm squashin' her.
That shit is
too much work.
I should've
let you have her.
I let you have her.
Just buggin', man.
What's up?
Yeah. I thought so.
\ So you wanna
be a gangster... \\
Yo, Bishop!
What you want?
Your ass, punk!
People been sayin'
that you say
you can bust my ass.
You believe that shit?
So?
Chill, chill,
chill, chill, chill.
Smile, man, smile.
See this?
Take a real good look at him,
'cause that's how
a dumb nigger commits suicide.
You thinkyour shit
is that bad, man?
You got that much juice?
God damn right.
Don't nobody
fuckwith me.
'Cause you already
fucked up, man.
You can't fuck up somethin'
that's already fucked up.
Ifyou wasn't
as fucked up as you are,
you'd see
that shit, man!
What a dumb nigger, man.
Fuckyou, you beans and rice
son of a bitch!
Respect me.
I was almost your father,
but the line
was too fucking long!
Hey, hey,
it's cool, man.
It's cool.
Raheem, man, you better
tell your boy somethin',
'cause I don't care
if he's crazy or not.
I'll stomp the shit
out of his ass.
You ain't saying
nothing but a word!
He's just bullshittin'.
He didn't mean it.
Shit if I didn't mean it.
Fuck that little
Puerto Rican maricon!
Maricon? Maricon?
Ifyou're looking' for faggots,
you ain't got to look no farther
than your pa.
I hear he liked bein'
the prison yard whore!
Fuckyou,
motherfucker!
Get away from my store!
I'm gonna shoot
your pee-pee off, man.
Tell me that wasn't
the shit.
You're crazy, man.
Ain't had no fun like that
in a while.
That nigger had you
by your neck and shit.
I swear to God--
What's up, Fat Chops?
What's up, man?
Hey, how you doin'?
You're late, man.
I feel good.
Sorry, man.
I was busy, man.
I had a hard time
gettin' away, man.
Give those chubby palms
a rest,
you'd get here
with the rest of us.
Want to know
why I'm really late?
I was doin'
the hootchy-kootchy
with Donna Bromwell.
So you boned
Donna Bromwell?
Yeah, man.
She liked it, too.
My man,
finally got that ass.
I heard that.
Thankyou.
Appreciate it.
So how was it?
It was good.
What do you think?
I heard Donna Bromwell
was a real freak.
The bitch tried to fuck me
on the stove.
She still got that,
uh, tattoo?
No, man. I wasn't lookin'
for no tattoo.
I was doin' the hootchy-kootchy,
my friend.
You knew it was Donna
from that hair on her face.
Yeah, man, come on.
You didn't know about
Donna Bromwell, man?
What, man, what?
That she used to be
Donald Bromwell?
\ Big Don \\
Don Juan.
Fucky'all, man.
Come on, big, hefty,
tub-of-a-man you!
Don't make me
come afteryou!
Get the fuck off me!
My man.
You big
fat-head jalopy.
'Reckin' crew!
Hope you're feelin'
lucky today, my brother,
'cause I'm getting ready
to bust your ass.
You want me
to lie to you?
Just 'cause you
pour syrup on shit
don't make it pancakes.
Q!
What's up?
What's happenin'?
You got that
party tape for me?
Yeah, I got the shit.
My brother, my brother,
my brother, my brother.
Bad news, though.
Bein' that we in a recession,
the shit's gonna cost
$1 5 instead of 1 0.
- $1 5.
- $1 5?
Hit the button!
Hit the button!
Pow!
Kiss? Money?
What you gonna do, sweetheart?
I ain't got all day.
Do what you're told.
Give me a kiss.
Was the last party
serious?
It was slammin'?
It was all right.
It was dope, right?
Do you hit
Brenda's skins?
What?
Did Brenda Witherspoon
shine your silver?
My mother shines
our silver.
All you could see
was that butt.
I don't know why you thought
that was so tough.
She got the snappy-nappy
dugout piece.
Snappy-nappy
dugout piece?
Did you fuck
Brenda Witherspoon?
Yeah, I did, man.
Yeah?
You did, right?
$1 5, G.
Lord, I came
at the perfect time.
Pop two quarters in,
pop-tart,
and let's get it on.
Let me get
in that ass.
What makes you think
you can beat me?
Two reasons.
I'm going to beat that ass.
I'm going to beat that ass.
Get this goddamn
game started,
tugboat ass
motherfucker.
What's up?
What's up?
What you got?
Hey! Hey!
[Siren]
Here they come!
Put your asses
back in school!
What's up? What's up?
Outta there.
Steel, come
the fuck on!
What the fuck?
- See ya!
- Go!
Bam! Kick!
You're out of there.
Q!
[Meow]
Stop!
O.K., guys,
come on.
That's it.
It's over.
Let's go, guys.
Come on.
Come on. Now.
Let's go, guys.
Yo!
Whoa!
Ain't nothin'.
You all right?
I know'd we could
beat 'em quick.
Bust this!
Bust this!
Bastards!
You can't play
with this yo-yo.
Stupid bitch!
\ Fat-ass Steel
is stuck in school again \
\ Again \\
Yo, he ain't comin'.
Let's go.
We ain't goin' nowhere
without Steel.
Fuck, no.
Here he comes.
- Hurry up, man.
- Could ya?
Fat bastard.
Oh, shit!
Come on, y'all!
What's up?
What's up?
\ Yeah, refuse
to get took down \
\ A goddamn killer \
\ Comin'straight
from the Oaktown \
\ Step out ofline,
it's mandatory I hurt ya \
\ My hobbies
in life... \\
Boo!
Yo, what time is it?
Almost 1 2:00.
How much money we make
at the arcade today?
[Steel]
I can count!
[Bishop]
Not bad. Let's go
chill out somewhere.
Yo! Hey, you see
this shit?
I was tellin' you
all about this.
This shit is mine,
word up.
We gotta worry about
runnin' into Radames,
and this nigger
talkin' about
some bullshit-ass
deejay contest.
First prize is
custom gold 1 200s
and a six-month contract
to deejay at the Ruffhouse.
Better than this pool hall
nickel-and-dime bullshit.
Yo, DJ Plaz,
DJ Rich E. Rich,
Pete Rock, and DJ Scratch
gonna be there.
So what?
They won both contests
last year.
That was the Hott Boxx.
Anybody could have won
in that shit.
This is the Ruffhouse.
The comp will be serious.
There ain't
no greater comp than me.
Y'all ain't got
no confidence in me now?
Y'all supposed to be
my boys.
They been all over.
Everybody know them.
You just local.
Local?
Y'all kiss my local ass,
you know what I'm sayin'?
All right.
Come on, Q.
You're still
my favorite local deejay.
I'm going to pick up
some party tapes
for my audition tape.
That's all right
with you, Raheem?
Yeah, man.
\ Is he good to you? \
\ Yeah \
\ Is he good to you? \
\ Whoa, whoa,
whoa, yeah \
\ Oh \
\ Is he good to you? \
\ When my love
comes down \
\ I don't have
to run around\
\ I've got you \
\ Andyou know
just what to do \
\ To fulfill
all my needs \
\ And satisfy me \
\ But I'd like to know \
\ The sexual healing
is mutual... \\
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hi. Can I help you?
Uh...yeah.
Let me get your...
E PM D's new album
and your name
and your phone number.
Oh, O.K.
I can get you the tape.
You want my name
and my number?
O.K., here's my name.
It's Juaniqua...
Ross.
And here's my number.
Why don't you put
your address on there?
Oh, O.K.
Does this mean
we're going out?
Yeah.
You got
three friends?
Yeah.
Who look just like you?
I don't know.
I'm kind of one of a kind.
What's your name?
My name is, um, Ed.
Eddie.
Ed? Eddie, O.K.
So you going to
call me?
Put that shit back.
Anytime.
Anytime you want.
Uh-huh.
You know, you are sexy.
Thankyou. O.K.
That's a gold tooth?
I like it.
I'm going to get
another one.
I want to cover up
the whole front.
When are we going out,
Saturday?
I don't know.
Sir? Sir!
Sir, can I check
that newspaper?
Can I call tonight?
Wait a second.
Sir, where are you going?
Give back my tape!
I'm not paying
for this tape.
It's not Christmas.
Get a job, why don't you?
\ Play the sax \
\ Everybody love him
to the max \\
Man, I'm hungry.
Let's get something to eat.
Let's go
to Steel's house.
His mom ain't home.
Taxi! Taxi!
What she got
in the refrigerator?
She still got
them turkey wings?
No, man.
She ain't been shoppin'.
I believe we need
to go to your crib
and see what's
in the fridge.
Hi.
Yo, Q, go in and get me
some cigarettes.
Why I got to
go get them?
It's your turn,
motherfucker!
I got it.
I got it.
Oh, man.
That's cold.
Lucky son of a bitch.
\ Listen, partypeople, y'all\
\ I'm going to tellyou
what it's all about \
\ We got ourselves
together now \
\ I'm gonna keep it
real, real steady \
\ Come along
andjoin us now \
\ People, get ready \
\ We're gonna
get ya \
\ We're gonna get ya \\
Oh, shit.
Blizz, man,
what's up, man?
What's going on?
It's Q.
What's up, Q, man?
How you doing?
It's good to see you, man.
I'm all right.
How's your crew?
They outside waiting.
When you got paroled?
I got paroled
the other day, man.
I hope you're
taking care ofyourself.
Of course I'm
taking care of myself.
It's nice to see, man.
Pardon me.
I'm about to rob this place.
Everybody,
put your hands in the air
and face the fuckin' bar!
Oh, shit, man.
Don't look at me!
Yo, Q, you want
a piece of this?
No, man.
I'm all right.
All right, everybody,
strip!
Take your fuckin'
clothes off!
Hurry up, god damn it,
'cause you look good!
As fat as you are,
there ain't no food
in the house?
Yeah, she's going
shopping tonight.
No, we're going today.
Ah, thankyou.
Yo, Blizzard is in there
right now
stickin' the place up.
Word, right now?
He let you out?
He asked me if I wanted
a piece of the action.
You said no?
What are you, crazy?
I don't think so.
Let me tell you
something.
That crazy motherfucker
is goin' down.
I'm making for
god damn sure
that we're
not goin' with him.
You know how much
money is in there?
We are in there, man.
I said no, man.
That shit is out.
Now, come on.
Come on, man.
Come on, man.
[Rap Music
On Boom Box]
I thought that
was your woman.
Man, what you gonna do?
Steel's kitchen.
Almost empty.
Mmm!
Got to get it right,
buddy.
Oh, it's up now.
Oh, shit.
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
All right,
there he goes.
Bust 'em!
Bust 'em!
Boo-yeah!
Boo-yeah!
Pow! Boo-yeah!
Aw, shit!
Damn, Steel.
What the fuck is this mess, man?
Bacon and eggs
and hot sauce, man.
I mix it like this
all the time.
I'm too hungry
to throw this shit away.
But I only did it
foryou, Ed.
Cody still ain't
gonna like to hear
that she got it
in the back.
Oh, shit!
Shot his moms in the back.
Yo, Steel. Let me borrow
these two till tomorrow.
This shit's dope.
Excuse me, partner,
can you keep that shit down?
You see me watching TV.
Heh heh heh!
[Gunshot]
Made it, Ma!
Made it, Ma!
Top of the world!
Top of the world!
Yo!
Ifyou gotta go out,
that's how you go out.
That motherfucker took
his destiny in his own hands.
Mmm, some destiny.
What you know about it,
Big Chops?
What you ever control?
I control my life.
That's bullshit.
I got more control
overyour life than you do.
How you figure that?
I'm lettin' you breathe,
ain't I?
You can't even
walkyour own block
without getting fucked up
by Radames, let's not forget.
Ha ha ha.
Oh, shit!
It's Blizzard!
A gunman was killed
in a shoot-out with police
as he attempted to rob
the Harlemwood bar
just under an hour ago.
The gunman,
identified as 20-year-old
Barnett Jerkins,
wounded two officers before
he himself was killed.
On the news at 7:00,
we'll have more on this story
as well as an update
on the campaign...
Y o, man, we were
just down there.
To have the already
financially strapped city
provide more
police protection
on the subway els
after dark.
What the fuck are you doing, man?
Come here!
Fuckin' Radames.
We ain't shit.
Man, what's your problem?
You're my fuckin' problem!
People sweat us
on the street,
and you don't even
give a fuck.
I thinkyou're
exaggerating.
That's bullshit, man!
We run from the cops,
we run from Radames,
we run from
security guards,
we run from Old Man Quiles
and his bullshit store
when he come
with that bullshit gun.
All we do
is fuckin' run!
I feel like I'm on
the god damn track team.
I'm serious!
What's the matter,
Raheem?
Nothin' to say?
That's 'cause
you know I'm right.
In your heart,
you know I'm right.
Yo, big man! Ifyou want
respect, you gotta earn it.
You damn right!
You gotta be ready
to go down,
stand up,
and die like Blizzard did
ifyou want some juice.
Blizzard? Blizzard ain't
stickin' up to nothin' now.
That's 'cause we wasn't there
to back him up!
Ifwe was there--
There'd be five dead niggers
instead of one!
You ain't sayin' nothin' now,
right, big man?
I never thought
I'd see the day
when you'd
talk like a punk.
Fuckyou, man!
Yo, chill!
Fuck chill!
Checkyourself, Q.
You gotta
snatch some collars
and let them
motherfuckers know
you're there
to take them out
anytime you
feel like it.
You gotta get the ground
beneath your feet,
get the wind
behind your back,
and go out in a blaze.
Otherwise
you ain't shit.
You might as well be dead
your damn yourself.
You tryin' to tell me
I ain't shit?
I ain't tryin'
to tell you shit.
I'll tell your mama
you ain't shit.
Yo, man, what
are we fightin' for?
I don't know, nigger.
You ready to die?
You're fucked up, man.
Don't turn your fuckin'
back on me, nigger!
You broke
the fuckin' vase, man!
What the fuck
is y'all doin', man?
Damn, man!
What the fuck?
Messin' up my shit, man!
Feed y'all!
Sorry, man. Here!
Fuck that money, man!
Look at that shit!
I got to tell
my parents--
Shut the fuck up!
All right, that's it!
That's it!
Bishop, I want you and Q
to settle this shit
right now!
Come on, y'all.
You're like brothers.
Fuck that.
You are brothers!
Fuck that.
We used to be like brothers.
All right,
we're going to squash it.
What do you say?
Bishop?
Yeah, it's cool.
All right.
I'm not makin' sense!
You're not makin' sense!
[Doorbell Rings]
You know why?
What?
Uh, how you doin'?
Is Yolanda there?
Who the hell are you?
Hi, Q.
Let him in, Frank.
Have a seat.
I'm just cleaning out
some of Frank's things.
Um, Frank, Q.
Q, Frank.
How you doin'?
Q.
What, did names like
Mustafah and Akbar
become too hard
to spell?
My real name is Quincy,
and I'm not too fond
of that name,
so people call me Q
or GQ, you know,
Iike a nickname,
abbreviation.
Well, uh, Quincy,
shouldn't you be out stealing
hubcaps or something like that?
Asshole.
Excuse me? Speak up.
I can't hearyou, boy.
O.K., Frank, I found it.
Remember these?
Ha ha ha.
What the hell are you laughing at,
you chain snatcher?
Look, who is this kid,
and what is he
doing here?
Frank, don't you think
it's a little late
to try acting
like a husband now?
You're taking this
save-the-children shit too far.
Bye.
Just telling you
foryour own good.
Bye, Frank.
I can't express
concern, what?
So that's him, huh?
That's him.
You know, he got a real
attitude problem.
Definitely.
Mmm, baby.
You're sweatin' already.
I been working out.
You don't mind
a little sweat, do you?
I'm deejay Ralph McDaniels here.
\ Hey hey \
\ Yeah yeah \
\ Eh ooh eh ooh \
\ Yeah \
\ Now I lay me
down to sleep \
\ I pray my Lord
my soul to keep \
Mmm.
Want some?
Mm-mmm.
What time is it?
\ I pray my Lord
my soul to take \
Past 1 0:00.
I got to get
ready for work.
\ Andyou'll be sayin'
daddy to me \
Mmm.
Hmm. Why you playin'
with my spot?
You say you got to
get ready for work.
Is that your spot?
Yeah. You know
it's my spot.
\ Don't worry, baby \
Wish I could
spend the night,
know what I'm sayin'?
That would be nice.
Sleep all day.
I could make you
breakfast in bed.
That'd be dope. That'd
be the most word, huh?
I...I thinkyou'd better let me
deal with breakfast.
I can cook.
Mm-hmm.
You can cook, all right.
Ha.
What's up?
Yo, what's up,
money?
What are you
doin' here, man?
We got a meeting
at the ball court.
When is it?
Tomorrow mornin'.
I can't make it, man.
What do you mean,
you can't make it?
I got a real important
appointment.
Well, how important is it?
It's my deejay audition.
Oh, man.
All right, Q.
I'm going to
straighten this out
with the rest
of the boys,
but make sure you
get there afteryou're done.
This is
serious business,
so we're gonna
wait foryou.
That's cool.
Why don't you tell me
what it is now,
get it over with?
Later.
By the way,
good luck, man.
Smooth.
[Music Plays]
[Scratching]
[Music Stops]
[Music Plays]
[Scratching]
[Music Fades Out]
What do you mean,
it ain't good enough?
What do you mean,
it ain't good enough?
My name is Flex.
Look, this brother
look like Gumby.
What you talkin' about,
I ain't good enough?
I mean exactly
what I said.
You need
more experience.
You need to work
on your mixing more.
My--my--
what you mean?
What the fuck's
wrong with my mix?
I know you didn't
snatch that from me.
What's wrong
with my mix?
Look, the shit
is totally sloppy.
Only a fool would
open up like you.
Nobody likes
the records you play.
It's completely
whacked--face it!
Face it.
Fuckyou!
You might have a chance
if that shit
wasn't so small.
Next!
[Scratch Music Plays]
You ever deejay before?
Yeah, you know,
run away, make tapes
for my boys, stuff like that.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, you local.
I really
liked your tape.
Thankyou.
I'll see you
Saturday night.
What is your name?
GQ.
GQ.
Come on.
Yes!
You know, I think
you and me can be closer
than two craps
together coming out--
What's happen, Trip?
Yo, yo, my brother.
Heard you made that deejay comp.
Congratulations.
GQ, you know
what I'm sayin'?
All right.
What's up, man?
I made that deejay contest
Saturday night.
Once again, it's on.
What you talkin' about?
It's on.
What's this nigger
talkin' about now?
Stickin' up Old Man Quiles
Saturday night.
What? Man, you better
stop bullshittin' me.
I ain't bullshittin' you.
What, is you scared?
Steel ain't scared,
are you, Steel?
Here come Raheem.
Yo, what's up, Q?.
What's up, man?
Chillin'.
You got it?
Yeah, I got it.
Come on, let's walk.
What's goin' on
with this garbage?
Check this out.
Oh, shit!
This shit is sweet.
I got it from Sweets.
I ain't never
shot nobody before.
Yo, be careful with that.
It's loaded.
Quiles is not
gonna draw on somebody
that got a gun on him.
It's gonna be
a piece of cake.
A piece of cake.
We go in
right before 1 1 :00,
get the loot, and jet.
The whole thing won't take longer
than three fuckin' minutes.
You decided it
this morning without me?
Yeah. While you was at
your, uh, appointment.
Check this here, man.
I got to deejay
Saturday night.
I'm not missin' that.
Guess you got to
disappoint them.
I ain't disappointin' shit.
Maybe not.
There's going to be
a lot of deejays there, right?
Yeah.
How do they pick
who goes when?
There's 40 deejays,
all I know is
I go seventh.
We're going to
need an alibi.
Since you're
going seventh,
that'll give us
an opportunity to go in,
do what we got to do,
and jet.
Get the fuck
out of there.
I think that'll work.
What about the cops?
Bishop checked it out.
There's two
overlappin' patrols
about three minutes apart.
We got to be fast.
Yo, I think we should
plan this another time.
This nigger's scared!
I have to deejay
Saturday night.
Fuck that shit!
We're goin' Saturday night,
and that's it.
I'll hold onto the gun.
Why him?
'Cause I already got it,
motherfucker!
Just let him
hold the gun.
The nigger be
acting stupid.
Shut up!
Suck my dick.
What time you
gotta be there?
Before 9:00.
We'll pick up your shit,
go over there,
set you up--
You'll be straight, man.
\ Suckers get
smacked up \
\ Suckers get smacked up \
\ Goin'down
forthe count\
\ Suckers get
smacked up \
\ Goin'down
for the count \
\ Suckers get
smacked up \
Yo, what's up,
everybody in the house,
and welcome to
the Mixxmaster Massacre,
the ultimate deejay battle
ofworld supremacy
won by a round
of sudden death
till only the best are left.
Cut it up, y'all.
\ Suckers get smacked up,
suckers get smacked up \
\ Suckers get smacked up,
suckers get smacked up \
\ Don't doubt the clout \
\ You know what I'm about \
\ Knockin ' niggers off\
\ Knockin ' niggers out \
\ Suckers get
smacked up \\
Hello?
Y o, man, you O. K.?
I'm chillin'.
All ri ght, man,
good luck.
Enjoy.
Fab 5 Freddie here.
Yo! MTV Raps.
Battles going on,
but each contestant
only has 20 seconds
to go for the gusto.
So let's do it!
[Scratching]
Are you having
a good time?
Make some noise.
Somebody say ho.
Ho!
Say ho! Ho!
Ho! Ho!
Yeah! That's the
hyped crowd I like.
Right now we have
the next two contestants.
From uptown,
we have the challenger,
the flyman
of the turntables,
Deejay GQ!
Make some noise!
And the champion,
reigning that is,
from Flatbush,
Brooklyn.
Ah!
We have his highness,
DJ Majesty.
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted all--
you wanted all\
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You want--you want--
you wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You want--you want--
you wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted all--
you wanted all\
\ You wanted all--
you wanted all\
\ You wanted--
you wanted\
\ You wanted--
you wanted\
\ You wanted
all thejuice \
\ You wanted--
you wanted--you wanted\\
[Crowd]
Pump, pump, pump it up!
Pump, pump, pump it up!
Pump, pump, pump,
pump, pump it up!
Come on, man.
Encore!
Encore!
Encore!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
And the winner is...
GQ!
Congratulations.
Yeah!
Congratulations, Q.
You're on yourway
to the finals.
But don't get sloppy.
It don't get any easier.
Next up, we got two
rough, rough competitors.
[Whispering]
What's up?
Where's Q?.
He's right behind me.
What's up?
Everybody got
their gloves?
Yeah, man.
Ol' man Quiles is
in there by hisself.
Let's do this.
Is everybody ready?
Bishop?
Hell, yeah.
Q?.
Steel?
Steel?
You all right, man?
Get it together.
We're really
counting on you, O.K.?
Here come the cops.
Shh.
Let's go.
Hey! We're closed.
No more customers.
That's it.
Freeze, motherfucker!
Turn around!
Turn around!
Don't shoot.
Please don't shoot.
Turn around,
motherfucker.
I won't--
Shut the fuck up!
Shut your
fuckin' mouthpiece.
Take everything
you want.
Shut the fuck up!
Don't shoot me,
that's all.
Are you going
to shoot me?
Please don't shoot me,
all right?
Shut the fuck up!
Just tell me
you won't shoot me.
Hey, Rahe--
Shut the fuck up!
Turn your ass
to the fuckin' wall.
Please, mister--
Shut the fuck up,
old man.
Coast clear?
All right!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Five-O!
Five-O!
Come on!
[Sirens]
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Why did you
have to shoot him?
You didn't have to!
He made a move.
He didn't make
no fuckin' move!
You're lyin'!
I was lookin'
right at you!
Yo, man.
He's dead, isn't he?
What we going to do?
He knew who we was!
Fat boy says your name.
He knew who we was!
Everybody just shut up!
Yo, man!
Fuck! What we going to do now?
We gots to get rid
of the fuckin' gun!
Yeah, you're right, man.
Bishop,
give me the piece.
No.
What the hell
you mean, no?
I'm holdin' onto this
till I say so.
I'm not playin' here.
Oh, really?
[Steel]
Stop this shit, man!
You stop it, man!
[Q]
Yo, stop!
Oh, shit!
Hey!
What's going on
down there?
[Sirens]
[Sobbing]
Shut up, Steel!
You want to see
how much money we got?
Here we go.
What the fuck
are you lookin' at?
You goin' crazy, B!
Don't you ever
call me crazy!
I'll blow your
fuckin' brains out!
You understand?
I got it.
Steel, bring your ass here.
Come on!
Come on, man.
Don't go fuckin'
crackin' up on me now.
We all in this shit
together!
Wipe that shit.
Come on.
[Sobbing]
Look, if I go down,
you go down.
Those motherfuckers
don't give a fuck
who shot who.
Come on.
Raheem!
Damn.
I warned him.
You saw that!
I told him, man.
He had no business
grabbin' the gun.
But it was Raheem!
I don't give a fuck!
Nobody's supposed
to do that shit.
If anybody
got a problem,
we can deal with it
right now.
You got a problem
with it?
I'm warning you, Q.
We got to get the fuck
back to the club.
Um...
if anybody asks
about Raheem,
we don't know.
We ain't seen him.
You can't fuckin' keep up
with a man at a party.
So...
Um...
Come on.
Come on!
[Cocks Gun]
Let's go.
Come on!
Let's go.
Let's go.
[CrowdApplauds]
Good luck.
[CrowdApplauds]
Fuck that!
You are brothers.
[CrowdApplauds]
Piece of cake, Q.
[She-Rock]
Round 2!
[She-Rock Laughs]
Once again,
we have deejay,
that fly-guy,
GQ!
And from Detroit,
DJ Plaz!
Hey!
Hey! Get down here!
Get down here.
[Detective]
Keep your mouth shut!
Raheem is dead.
Somebody shot him.
Hey! Sit back
and be cool.
I'm Detective Markham.
This is Detective Kelly.
We want to askyou boys
some questions.
Let's go.
Let's open it up
right now!
Break away!
Move it!
When was the last time
you saw Raheem Porter
breathin'?
Tonight at the club.
What time?
An hour
before Qset up.
Where did he go
afteryou last saw him?
I have no idea--
[Kelly]
Why'd he leave?
I don't know.
I thought
he was checkin' out.
He was talkin'
to a girl,
clockin' the 'ho's.
Clockin' the 'ho's?
Clockin' the 'ho's?
Did you leave
the club tonight?
I went to the basement.
What for?
I ran into
an old girlfriend.
What were you doing
down in the basement?
Do you know
Fernando Quiles?
Yes.
You got popped for boostin'
in Quiles' store.
Yes or no?
Well, I--
Yes or no?
Yes.
Mr. Quiles was regularly
harassed by local gangs.
Do you have any rivalry
with other gangs?
Puerto Rican gang,
Rapido Muerte.
We know who they are.
Radames. They always
fuckin' with us.
Radames.
Tell us about Radames.
Puerto Rican gang.
They think they rule
the fuckin' world.
Didn't your gang
regularly harass Mr. Quiles?
No. 'Cause
we're not a gang.
Yeah. We didn't
kill him, though.
We didn't say
you killed him.
We said you regularly
harassed Mr. Quiles!
How about Porter?
Did they harass him, too?
If anybody had a motive
to do Raheem in,
it would have
been Radames.
Q got loud on you.
They screamed on you.
We just want to get
the full confession.
We want to get
the story from you.
When it goes down,
I can talk to the D.A.
Everything's
going to be cool.
I didn't do nothing.
They say
you was the cap man
who blew Raheem away.
Who the fuck
killed Porter?
Who killed him?
I don't know, man!
I don't know.
Why do you seem
so nervous?
What are you
nervous about?
We're three niggers
in a police station.
It doesn't matter
what happened.
Ify'all want us
to be guilty,
we'll be guilty.
Ifyou didn't
do nothing,
you got nothing
to worry about.
\ Oh \
\ Amazing \
\ Ah \
\ Grace \
\ How \
\ Sweet \
\The sound \
Quincy, please
eat something.
I don't feel like
eating right now, Mama.
I know,
but just try, O.K.?
Just try for me.
Come on.
O.K.
\ A poor wretch like... \
[Baby Cries]
\ Me \
\ I... \
Yo, man.
I'm scared.
You scared?
\ Was lost \
[Crying]
\ But now \
\ I'm found \
\ Was blind... \\
You don't have
to be doing this.
Sit down.
I got this, Myra.
Be with the people.
It's O.K.
I'm O.K.
How you doing,
Mrs. Porter?
I'm O.K.
Can I help you?
Help me.
Bring in the corn bread.
This one?
Yes.
What's up, Myra?
Q!
I haven't seen you
in a long time.
Sorry it had
to be like this.
How you doing?
Under the circumstances,
I'm all right.
I got to stay strong
for Ma, though.
She's trying to deal with this
by keeping busy,
and she keeps going
and going nonstop.
I don't think
she's cried yet or...
Hey, Roland.
How you doing?
I should be
asking you that.
We're staying strong.
I'd feel better
if I knew the police
had somebody, you know.
They, uh...
they say there
was no witnesses,
and they don't
have any leads or...
I don't know.
We been askin' around, too.
Nobody's seemed to have
seen or heard anything.
We'll find
those motherfuckers,
the police ain't going
to have to do shit.
Eric, put them here.
Uh, Myra?
Yes, Ma.
I've got to take
care of that.
Excuse me.
You remember me,
Mrs. Porter,
Roland Bishop?
Yes, Roland.
Thanks for coming.
You don't have
to thank me.
Raheem was one
of my best friends.
It's nice to see
people come together
when something bad happens.
Personally, for me, though,
Raheem was like my brother.
I mean, he was
more than a brother.
I mean, we did
everything together,
just kickin' it every day.
If there's
anything I can do,
just let me know.
[Knock On Door]
Who is it?
Hey, Q.
Come on in, man.
I heard about Raheem.
I really liked Raheem.
Did somebody shoot him?
Yeah.
Do you know who?
No, man.
Heard you got arrested.
What? Where'd
you hear that?
From Ishmal.
Who?
Ishmal, from
the second floor.
And Wendy,
Clarence, and Rashid.
No, man. I didn't
get arrested.
Hey, Q!
Oww!
Shut up!
Yo, Q!
Hey, Q!
[Mumbling]
Motherfucker,
you hurt my arm.
What'd you call me?
You heard me!
I told you about
that word, all right?
You got to learn
not to use
that language, man.
Come here, man.
Sit up.
Yo, B, man,
do me a favor.
What?
If Bishop comes by,
tell him I ain't here.
Don't you like Bishop?
Why you ask
so many questions?
'Cause I like Bishop!
Why?
He's cool.
He's cool, huh?
Tell Mr. Coolman,
if he comes by, I ain't here.
What's in it for me?
You get to keep your
own teeth, that's what.
That's no good.
I'm losin' my teeth anyway.
I can't believe this, man.
I'm getting blackmailed
by my own baby brother?
I tell you what.
You like that radio?
Yeah.
It's dope.
Right.
Go ahead.
You can have it.
Really?
You do what I tell you.
Fine by me.
Go ahead. It's yours.
What do you say, man?
Thankyou.
[Bell Rings]
Damn, man.
Has it been that long?
You want to try it again
outside after school, punk?
[Bell Rings]
What's up?
I ain't seen you
in a couple days.
What's been happenin'?
Man, get off that shit.
It's over!
There ain't nothin'
nobody can do about it now.
What do you want
from me, man?
Nothin'!
Just came to see
ifyou was all right,
see how you been doin'.
[Yelling]
Well, I ain't--
I ain't talked to
nobody, all right?
I know. We crew.
Always will be.
I just came to see
what's up.
Let me tell you somethin', B.
I'm only playin'
your fuckin' game
'cause there ain't
shit else to do.
But don't you ever
pull a gun on me again.
I hope I won't have to.
We all go down ifyou do,
'cause we all crew.
Just try me ifyou think
I'm bullshittin'!
Excuse me.
Look at this!
The brother finally decides
to stand up like a man
and throw down.
Too bad Raheem had
to die first, huh?
It's over.
Everything starts from now.
We all go down
unless we stay together.
Ain't no one man above the crew.
You know that shit.
You're crazy, man.
You know what?
When you said that last time,
I was kind of trippin', right?
But now...
you right.
I am crazy.
But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck
about you,
I don't give a fuck
about Steel,
and I don't give a fuck
about Raheem, either.
I don't give a fuck
about myself.
Look, I ain't shit.
I ain't never
gonna be shit.
And you less
of a man than me,
so soon as I decide
you ain't gonna be shit,
pow.
So be it.
You remember that,
motherfucker,
'cause I'm the one y'all
need to be worried about...
partner.
Baby, can I get you--
Don't do that!
Sorry.
Don't scare me like that.
Watch that shit.
I said I'm sorry.
Didn't your mama teach you
to make yourself known
before entering
a fuckin' room?
Watch your mouth
in my house.
Fuckyou.
I am not one ofyour
high school playmates,
and ifyou cannot
respect me in my house,
then get out
of my house.
Go on! Out!
Come on, nigger.
I got what you need.
Well, well...
Iookee here.
Get the fuck
out of here!
I want to talk
to your sorry ass outside.
Yo, man.
I think Bishop's
lost it, man.
So what else is new, man?
I mean seriously, man.
He was talkin'
some way-out shit,
about how he got more juice than
everybody else on the street,
that everybody learn
not to fuck with him,
or else they end up
like Raheem and Quiles.
He say that shit
in front of people?
No, only to me,
but he meant it, man.
I could see it
in his face.
Somethin's gonna happen.
I feel it.
Yo!
Get the fuck off me!
What's the idea
of tellin' the cops
I killed Raheem?
But I didn't tell
the cops a damn thing.
Don't give me
that shit, man.
They brought me in
for questioning.
And they said
you said...
I did it.
I didn't tell 'em shit!
You got it wrong.
Now, punk, you the one
that got it wrong.
You been askin'
for an ass-kickin'
for a long time.
Raheem ain't here
to protect you no more.
Ha ha ha!
I don't need Raheem or nobody
for no fuckin' punk spic!
What the--
He's fuckin' suicidal.
Ever seen...
Chinatown...
mother...
fucker!
I must've missed it!
Oh, shit!
Get him, man!
[Siren]
Yo, man, you think
he saw us?
Yeah.
What you think
he gonna do?
I think we lost 'em.
Riverside, motherfucker.
[Music Playing]
I'm here to see Sweets.
\ There's got to be
a reason \
\ And we know
the reason why \
\ You try to put on
those airs \
\ And act real cool\
\ But you got to
realize \
\ That you're acting
like fools \
\ Ifthere's music,
we can use it... \\
Ha ha ha!
Uh, excuse me.
Sweets?
Do I know you?
No. Um...
I'm here to, uh...
Come on, come on,
I don't have all night.
I need some protection.
How much we talkin' about?
I got about 25.
Damn, baby, you can't
get a slingshot for that.
Are you
Lorraine Powell's son?
Yes.
Tell your mother
Jackie said hi.
Here.
Come on!
[Machine Shuts Off]
What you do to my machine?
Nothin'.
You fucked up my machine!
What the fuck's
the matter with him?
What do you want?
I was thinkin'
you might like some company.
Well, you thought wrong.
You still here?
Hey!
Yo, man! Damn!
'Bout time you came home.
What you doin' here, man?
I thought we supposed
to meet at the pool hall.
What happened, man?
I thought--
You can help me
make this money back, O.K.?
Yeah.
Just come on.
Stop bein' a punk.
Damn!
[R&B Music Playing]
Something wrong
with the food?
You thinkin' about Raheem?
I know who killed him.
What?
I know who killed Raheem.
Who?
I can't tell you that,
Yolanda.
Did you tell the police?
Hell, no, I ain't
tellin' no police.
You're mixed up in it.
I didn't kill him,
ifthat's what you're thinkin'.
What areyou
gonna do about it?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Excuse me, I thought
he was your best friend.
[Telephone Rings]
[Ring]
[Ring]
Yes?
Oh, hold on.
It's Steel.
What up?
Q, man, I'm at the pool hall
with Bishop, man.
What are you doin' there?
I told you about that.
He met me in my hallway.
What was I supposed to do,
say no?
Just come.
I'm scared as hell.
Who is that?
No--nobod--
Who the fuck is this?
[Dial Tone]
Yo, I'm out.
Wait a minute, Q.
What's up?
I'll speak to you later,
Yolanda.
Q, let me help you.
I got to go.
Ifyou need me,
I'll be at the hospital later.
Cool. Later.
Shit.
Yo, man,
where we goin'?
Just down here.
Stop bein' a punk.
It ain't gonna take
but a minute.
You know, Big Chops...
[Cocks Gun]
I really wanted
all this to work.
But you and Q,
you ain't crew no more.
See?
That's what
it's all about.
See how scared you are?
Don't you get tired
of this shit?
What the fuck
you want from me?
Nothin'.
I'm an ordinary
kind of guy.
I have things
that I could show you--
Excuse us for a minute.
What's happenin',
young blood?
What's up, Trip?
Lookin' for that P-funk.
You seen Qaround?
Mm-mmm. Somethin'
I can do foryou?
Watch that nigger, man.
He on some shit.
I don't know what's
wrong with him.
He ain't been actin'
like hisselflately.
I mean, it kinda hurtin'
because we been best friends
since we was in the second grade!
Did you know that?
I try to talk to him.
He don't even hear me.
He gone.
I mean, I can
look out for myself,
but...
Man, I don't know what
he might do to Steel,
the way he been
actin' lately.
Q my man and everything,
but, uh...
I'll do him in
if I have to.
Word up.
Who is it?
Hello, Mrs. Thurman,
this is Q.
I mean, this is
Quincy Powell.
Is Steel--
Is Eric home?
No. He was supposed to
be home a long time ago.
Damn! Thanks a lot,
Mrs. Thurman.
Shit!
Hey! I want to
talk to you!
Check down the hill.
Thought you'd be lookin'
for transportation
out of town by now.
Hey, Trip, man,
you gotta tell me
what's goin' on, man.
You done slid down
a razor blade
and landed
in an alcohol river.
Word is,
you killed Raheem.
And Quiles.
And Radames.
Bullshit!
You know me better.
I don't know that.
You know me
since I was a kid!
I known lots of killers
since they was kids.
I need you to get word
to Bishop for me.
I'm listenin'.
I want him to meet me
tonight, alone.
When? Where?
by the Henry Hudson,
by the, uh, diner?
Tell him meet me there
at 1 2:00.
Well, thanks a lot, man.
That's all I got, G.
Damn.
I've gotta stop
this nigger, man.
It's me and him.
Argh!
Don't shoot me!
Please! Please!
[Coughing]
Don't shoot me!
Please! Please!
Don't shoot me!
Damn, man! What the fuck
is happenin' to me?
Excuse me just a minute.
Will you excuse me?
Excuse me.
He's going to be fine.
Steel, it's Yolanda.
What happened?
Bishop shot me.
He shot everybody.
He's tryin' to frame Q.
What's up, partner?
Don't fuckin' move!
Where's the gun?
Heard you copped a piece
from Sweets today.
I ain't come out here
for that.
Don't give me
that bullshit!
Check this here--
I'm not you.
We been tight
since second grade,
but I'm not you.
You want the gun?
I threw it in the river.
You stupid motherfucker.
Man, all this shit
ain't worth it, man!
Yo! You might get me now,
but sooner or later,
it's gonna come back to you!
Nah, brother.
You got it wrong.
See, this is your gun, Q.
You was comin' to get me,
just like you got Raheem,
Radames, Quiles, and Steel.
I'm just the only one man enough
to take it from you.
Self-defense, nigger.
Come on, Bishop.
Let's cut out all this bullshit!
We could end it
right here!
Me and you--
Qand Bishop!
You ain't gotta put on
no front for me, man!
Nah, I ain'ts
got to do nothin'.
You the past, bro.
My time is now.
You ready to die, nigger?
Yeah.
Aah!
What the fuckyou gonna do--
shoot me in the elevator?
Aah!
Aah!
Damn! You O.K., brother?
You O.K.?
[Screaming]
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ I been goin' on
a dumb trip \
\ Yo, because nothin'
is comin' from it \
\ I'm not gonna waste
no time fuckin' around \
\ Like actually hummin' \
\ Ah, man,
comin' at ya \
\ And ya know
I had to gat ya \
\ Time for some action \
\ Just a fraction
of friction \
\ I got the clearance
to run the interference \
\ Let's get satellite \
\ Shot in a bad light \
\ Check out the gat \
\ And I know
that'll catch you bright \
\ Here's an example,
just a little sample \
\ How I could
just kill a man \
\ One time tried
to come in my home \
\ Take my chrome \
\ I said, yo, it's on \
\ Take cover, son,
oryou're assed out \
\ How'd you like
my chrome? \
\ Then I watch
the rookie pass out \
\ Didn't have to blast out \
\ But I did anyway \
\ Yo, punk have to pay \
\ So I just killed a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \\
Bishop, come here!
You fuckin'--
Come on! Come on!
Fuckyou!
Stop it! Now!
Aah!
Oh!
It's over!
Aah!
Q, don't let me go!
I got you, Bishop, man!
Hold on!
Don't let go!
Hold on, man!
I can't hold on, man!
Aah!
[Thud]
Bishop!
[Siren]
Yo.
You got the juice now, man.
Ha ha ha ha!
You big
fat-headjalopy.
You gotta stop
that lyin'!
'Reckin' crew!
[Music Playing]
[Radio Announcer]
From the streets...
[Announcer]
Cool deejay, baby, look.
Up and down the sounds
in New York City.
But check this out--
Got this new tape
just came in.
First time I ever heard,
I liked it, you'll like it.
Deejay GQ--bust it!
\ Yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Hey! You could smoke
a script with a clip \
\ But there 's still no
mountain pie, you know \
\ A-waddin ' up
the church \
\ The naughty, nappy,
nasty nigger \
\ With the nasty
'ho-happy pappy \
\ L ess happy to be nappy \
\ Be a bim bop
\ Hoops and troops
with boots andjail suits \
\ That's how I know
when my headjerks \
\ When I will,
I got open competition \
\ It ain 't dope \
\ Beat your break,
you're broke, you smoke \
\ You take your singer
to your little group \
\ Sooner or later,
you wanna flip \
\ Tell them you all
saw me with a dick \
\ And all that other
Ringling Brothers shit \
\ Sporty, norty,
and enchowa-na \
\ Shit slam, the flimflam \
\ And then jam \
\ You can run,
but you can 't hide \
\ You can 't go far \
\ No matter where you go,
there you are \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ Here we go, yo \
\ Hit a nigger,
kill a nigger \
\ We'll come back \
\ See a sucker,
stretch a sucker \
\ Guardyour nap \
\ 'Cause there wasn 't nothin '
till a black man rapped \
\ See your 40 sucker,
guess who 's black? \
\ You tell him
where the city fella fell \
\ Step into the puny fruity
punks catchin ' fillies \
\ I had so many drunks
call me Garon \
\ Motherfucker saw color \
\ Walkin ' from the gutter \
\ Brand-new steady \
\ Heavy as a Chevy \
\ Ready for the pretty petty,
I'm Pretty Freddy \
\ Place your bet
on a threat \
\ The free man 's sweat \
\ What you see
is what you get \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ Comin ' round the corner
with my uptown bunch \
\ I bet your bottom dollar
that your bottom bunch jumps \
\ Give it up,
it's a juice thing \
\ A-steppin '
for the rap thing \
\ Workin ' on arrestin '\
\ Weapon-testin '
on who 's steppin '\
\ Ain 't no bluff,
but it ain 't enough \
\ For the funky stuff\
\ Nigger, ifyou're
tough enough \
\ I'll cut your ass
like glass \
\ Then blast you
by the trash \
\ After I laugh,
then I'll dash \
\ You can 't
handle the scandal \
\ Of an uptown vandal \
\ Shootin ' up your toes,
makin 'sandals \
\ Somebody told me
that you own me \
\ But can 't nobody own me \
\ I threw my dirt
on my lonely \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,
we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,
we gonna smash \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna... \\