Wu-Tang: An American Saga

‐ But in the end, all it took was a crazy‐ass

bitch to lay Iron Man down.

Fuck!

‐ ‐ Come on, come on, come on.

Shit just got real.

What'd you expect Power and Sha was gonna do?

Dennis, business is first.

Where you comin' from?

Yo, I need you to stash this shit for me.

‐ Hey, yo, this shit is still hot.

I want Dennis in the ground

by the time those keys come to us, a'ight?

Hey, what is this?

It's an SP‐1200 drum machine

with a built‐in 10‐second sampler.

‐ Oh, you want more money to buy your little

music machine or whatever, then, bro,

you need to put in work. Yo, fuckin' Bobby

ain't call me back. ‐ That ain't gonna fit.

You put it back now, I won't report you to the manager.

‐ What's up, baby? ‐ Yo, you seen where D at?

I paged him an hour ago and he ain't hit me back yet.

Who making the drop, Bobby or D‐Love?

‐ I'll do it my damn self.

He might get off.

‐ Yo, with what he had on him? Nah.

Hey, yo, where y'all get this?

It's exactly what I been needin'

to hit back at Power and your boy Sha.

‐ Now, we need to use that money on that cake.

You need to put that money to work.

You gotta be the man now, whether you like it or not.

All right?

‐ Suuu!

‐ Suuu!

Hey, yo.

Look at these little shorties

about to mess each other up.

Oh, shit.

Hey, yo, I remember that shit.

Cowboys and Indians. Cops and robbers.

‐ I don't know what the hell they playin'.

It's all the same shit, though.

Hey, yo.

Hey, yo, chill out, shorty, chill out.

Yo, son, stop.

It ain't that serious, a'ight?

Just pick it up, man.

Over here!

‐ What was all that?

‐ Keep an eye out on Sha's crib for me.

Lettin' me know when that nigga home.

Yo, these kids and shit, they be messin' around,

but I'm not.

‐ It's funny.

Niggas don't even remember where they from...

where they really from.

You know where you from?

Nigga, you know where you from?

I'm from fuckin' New York.

Gatin' Staten, know what I mean?

Nah, nigga, that's not where you from.

Staten Island is a location.

New York is a location.

It's the spot you were put at.

You think Central Park grew outta nowhere?

Our peoples lived there, son,

then they got pushed out for fuckin' daffodils

and slides and shit.

‐ Didn't I tell you to break off the tips?

I just seen shorties in a park playin' with these.

If one of them kids's eyes get poked out,

I'm pokin' out yours.

‐

‐ Let me get one of 'em lamb joints.

‐

‐ Yo, this‐‐ this article's calling New York

"the melting pot" of the world.

‐ Shit sound about right to me.

‐ No, nigga, it's bullshit.

'Cause when they force you in the pot,

shit don't melt.

Just boils over.

Me, I don't even like my peas mixed with my carrots,

you know what I'm sayin'?

Sounds like a nice idea, but the shit doesn't work.

You know what I'm sayin'?

There go that nigga Haze right there.

The kilos have come to the island.

‐ Put that out.

No!

Yo, you gotta tell Mama Sa,

that oxtail with the red beans,

son... truth.

Two cakes for dessert.

‐ Yo, you mind?

Yeah.

That's my type of cake right there.

‐ Now let's talk business.

‐ What you here for?

‐ We have an appointment.

‐ I heard that nigga Donnie Green

from West Brighton deals directly with the big man.

‐ So?

‐ I'm a boss, nigga.

I want a audience with yours.

‐ Hey, yo, dred, we Devine's people.

Know what I mean? We hear to cop that key from Haze.

‐ I never see ya before, botty.

‐ Now, what you gonna do with this, huh?

‐ You think having two bricks puts you in a position

to go over my head?

Donnie Green doubles your numbers, consistently.

Wanna sit down with the big man?

Money talks.

100K and better to even get his attention.

‐ Damn.

Give him back the gun, man.

Follow me.

Speakin' of money, now that Divine's locked up,

I'm hopin' we're gonna see a end to this war.

‐ The fuck, nigga, you takin' sides?

‐ Unlike the government, my G,

when there's a war in the streets,

nobody makes money.

‐ Hmm. True, indeed.

But when that war's over, it's winner take all.

‐ Damn, shit smell good!

Your boy's starving. Yo, hook a nigga up!

‐ You ain't my boy.

Food is for my seasoned customers.

I'm only entertain' the idea of doing business with you

'cause me and your brother go back.

‐ Yeah. Appreciate that, my G.

‐ My man Shotgun said he gonna record with you, yeah?

Divine told me you was on some music shit.

‐ Yeah.

‐ Sorry. I can't help you then.

Hey, yo, what?

‐ Uh, we‐‐we traveled all the way over here

to even come talk to you.

‐ Look, kid, you can't be dippin' and dabbin' in this shit.

You need your head in the game at all times.

Get caught slippin' once, and it's a wrap...

buried in a box or booked behind bars.

If your eyes are in a note pad writin' rhymes,

your eyes aren't lookin' over your shoulder.

You listenin' to beats,

you ain't listenin' to the whispers out in the streets.

Keep it moving, music man.

I wish 'Vine well on his case. ‐ Hey, yo, fuck all those

formalities and shit like that.

Bobby here reppin' his brother's interest,

but I'm holdin' ace position.

So...

That's 17K right there.

We'll take that brick.

‐

Yeah, mighta be 17 for Divine, but he ain't here.

And this is our first time doin' business.

So you need to pay a new member fee.

That's another G.

‐ A new member's fee?

‐ Like when you join the gym. This is some bullshit.

Yo, take the money out, son.

Got it? Hey, yo.

Yo, that's 18K, thereabouts.

So we new members or what?

‐ Get these niggas some dessert.

‐ Yo, what's up? ‐ What's up, B?

‐ Goddamn.

Word got out about this spot quick, huh?

‐ It's perfect.

Where you even find this place at anyway?

‐ Walk past it all the time hittin' the record store.

I figured with Divine in jail,

it's a bit safer to switch it up.

Yo, I don't think we should be leaving

all of our supply in one place.

Divine never did that.

‐ Hey, yo, movin' it from spot to spot

is exactly how 'Vine got knocked.

Sometime your brother too smart for his own good,

know what I mean?

‐ Smart enough to keep y'all niggas eatin'.

‐ If you wanna move the weight,

go 'head.

'Cause I don't.

Oh, what up, homey?

‐ Dumbass.

You forgot one. ‐ What?

‐ Divine's coming home today?

‐ Not today.

‐ When?

‐ Soon.

‐ Ow!

‐ We don't eat until Divine calls.

‐ Mama, can we just‐‐

‐ Not until he calls.

Ma, it's been about half an hour.