Know Thy Enemy

Hey, man, look at buddy over there with that trumpet.

- That's the rock sound. - That's a saxophone, man.

I don't give a fuck what it is.

Look like he sucking dick, man.

- Let's bust his head. - It's whatever.

Hey.

I'll hit him with that one, kid.

Nah. He going to catch it with this, dawg.

You going to catch a case, dawg.

Nah, man, that's too big, kid.

- I ain't going to jail for you, man. - For real.

We ain't got to go to jail for you. Fuck that shit.

Fuck!

What the fuck was that?

- Who the fuck threw that? - I think he went that way, man.

Let's go get him, man.

Blow them away.

Have 'em in your hand and crush them.

Destroy them.

They want you to.

They are your slaves.

Put them out of their misery.

Nate Harris, you ready?

Tonight you become Nemesis,

the people's enemy.

The more you hate them, the more they love you.

It's the weekend baby. It's your host Mecca,

aka Grimore, the host with the most from coast to coast.

I'm chillin' right now in the 305.

We're at the debut performance of Dade County's next superstar, Nemesis.

The media, the streets, the rap game loves you.

305, you holdin' it down right now.

But I gotta ask you one question.

Are you ready for the fame?

What's going on, 305? It's your boy Hell Razor.

Now, I want y'all to give it up

for what y'all really came to see,

your Mr. Miami.

People, make some noise.

Nemesis.

Yeah.

Nemesis.

Raise a brick.

Yo, listen here.

Let's go. I got my money up

'Cause I'm a solider

We ain't takin' none

'Cause we some soldiers

I'm prepared for war, just like a soldier

Told you before, man, we some soldiers

I got my money up 'cause I'm a soldier

We ain't givin' up

'Cause we some soldiers

I'm prepared for war

Just like a soldier

I told you before

'Cause we some soldiers

See, I was raised in the worst way

Waitin' on my own time

Represent the soldier life

Trapped in this world of crime

I came from the dirt

Watch me rise to the sky

I came to put in work

So I'ma ride until a die

Put a slice of the American pie

I need the whole thing

Killin' 'em softly, my nigga

And playin' no games

Better lace your boots

'Cause I'm the grand war

If you ain't real

Then what the hell you starin' for?

Until you walk a mile in my shoes

Don't judge me, just trust me

I'm front page news

The natural born leader

With the strength of the warrior

New world order

Go to war with the officers

Listen, this is a national emergency

You infidel assaulted, captured

From the currency

Yeah.

Yo.

Yeah, she like that.

Man, all them hoes like it like that.

No, we don't like it like that.

Mmn, shut up, ho.

Nate, Nate.

Dan and Jason want to meet with us now.

- We can't be late for this. - A meeting?

- Yes. - Am I going?

- No. - No?

Yo, you said this show was it, man.

Next time they talk to both of us.

It's probably about the label, man.

- Probably about the label, huh? - Yeah.

- Yo, it better be, man. - Stop being paranoid, man.

- You gonna get on. - We have to go.

- All right, man. Get on that, man. - All right.

Sounds kind of fishy.

Let's go over your schedule for next week.

What's up?

MTV shoot on Monday,

and the previews party, that's at night.

Razor, relax, man. Chill out.

Why, you scared?

Look, they said it was just for one show, all right?

I'll do the first one. It'll be a big hit.

Then they'll put us on an album together.

It better be, man.

How they gonna make you a spit?

You a writer, you ain't no rapper.

That's what I told them.

That shit is crazy.

Great start, man.

The comparin' you to 50, which is good.

Man, we're gonna make you the biggest star ever.

Gonna have to act a lot blacker, man.

He means more gangster.

That's ridiculous.

Are you a spokesman? Because I coulda sworn

you were a manager.

To get there, we gotta spark some controversy.

We gotta have some bad boy appeal.

You need some kind of street credibility.

50 Cent was shot 16 times.

You gotta keep it real, Nate.

People live vicariously through you.

They want to be able to walk in your shoes.

They want to be able to see themself

out of the ground, out of the ghetto,

and getting paid.

But in order to do that,

you gotta become one of them.

You act too uppity, and they turn on you.

You gotta act like them...

stupid, selfish, sheep, tough, mean, straight-up gangster.

They gotta be able to relate.

I mean, you can't be a fuckin' house nigger.

Say what?

Look, this is what we're gonna do.

Tomorrow, at the pre-release party,

we're gonna unveil your myth.

We've detailed a very specific history for you...

how many times you've been shot,

growing up fatherless on the streets,

body counts... simple things like that.

Should I tell him?

You should.

How do you feel about owning your own label, man?

President of Nemesis Records, or whatever you want to call it.

I haven't even started my own career yet.

Look, just call it a show of faith, all right?

Bring us a new artist. We'll do the rest.

- A new artist? - Yeah.

Razor.

Razor, um... Not Razor.

So, to Nem,

and all his success.

Don't worry about Razor.

We'll take care of him, okay?

To Nem.

Yeah.

You said it yourself, man.

You said you would do anything for your pops, right?

Don't worry about the money.

We're gonna be all right.

Hey, Nemesis.

I believe we were called for.

Go on inside. Have a seat.

I'm Rachel.

This is Jen.

And that's Sheri.

I'm Nate... I'm... I'm Nemesis.

Yeah.

All right, all right.

About to get it crunk up in here.

Yeah, real crunk.

So, Nemesis,

what do you want us to do?

Okay, now...

You, you go over there.

Me?

Nah, the one with the big titties.

Yeah, you.

Yeah.

Yeah, bend over.

Um, now... now, you two...

You two hoes start kissing.

Come on, start kissing.

Oh, no... Stop, stop, stop, fuck.

Skip that part.

Start taking each other clothes off.

- Yeah. - Me?

No, not you. You stay bent over.

Yeah, y'all get ready.

'Cause I'm about to come in there,

and I'm gonna be tearing things up.