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.
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 if your father's hungry!
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?
Fuck you, 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.
P- P- Puppy, oh, puppy, speak to me.
G- G- Good ol' doggy. Nice puppy.
Oh, y-y-you poor thing.
Take it easy, Pop.
Button up your coat.
Don't be comin' back all hours of the night.
I won't.
And clean up that room,
or it's gonna be me and you.
You can't play that music the rest of your 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 kick your 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!
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.
If we 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
like you and your stupid-ass friends.
Yeah, well, fuck you, 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.
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 think your shit is that bad, man?
You got that much juice?
God damn right.
Don't nobody fuck with me.
'Cause you already fucked up, man.
You can't fuck up somethin' that's already fucked up.
If you wasn't as fucked up as you are,
you'd see that shit, man!
What a dumb nigger, man.
Fuck you, 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? If you're looking' for faggots,
you ain't got to look no farther than your pa.
I hear he liked bein' the prison yard whore!
Fuck you, 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.
Thank you. 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?
Don Juan.
Fuck y'all, man.
Come on, big, hefty, tub-of-a-man you!
Don't make me come after you!
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 $15 instead of 10.
- $15. - $15?
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?
$15, 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.
1... if I lose, I'm going to beat that ass.
2... if I lose, 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!
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!
Stop!
OK, 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!
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?
Boo!
Yo, what time is it?
Almost 12:00.
How much money we make at the arcade today?
I can count!
25.
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 1200s
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.
Excuse me.
Hi. Can I help you?
Uh... yeah.
Let me get your... EPMD'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?
OK, 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.
Thank you. 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?
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.
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 of yourself.
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, thank you.
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.
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!
All right, there he goes.
Bust 'em! Bust 'em!
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 for you, 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!
Made it, Ma!
Top of the world!
Yo!
If you 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 over your life than you do.
How you figure that?
I'm lettin' you breathe, ain't I?
You can't even walk your 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...
Yo, 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 think you'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! If you want respect, you gotta earn it.
You damn right!
You gotta be ready to go down,
stand up, and die like Blizzard did
if you want some juice.
Blizzard? Blizzard ain't stickin' up to nothin' now.
That's 'cause we wasn't there to back him up!
If we 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.
Fuck you, man!
Yo, chill!
Fuck chill! Check yourself, 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!
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,
like 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 hear you, boy.
OK, 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 for your 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.
Mmm.
Want some?
Mm-mmm.
What time is it?
Past 10:00.
I got to get ready for work.
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.
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 think you'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 after you're done.
This is serious business,
so we're gonna wait for you.
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.
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.
Fuck you!
You might have a chance
if that shit wasn't so small.
Next!
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.
Thank you.
I'll see you Saturday night.
What is your name?
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 11:00,
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, 20 sets...
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.
Yo, what's up, everybody in the house,
and welcome to the Mixxmaster Massacre,
the ultimate deejay battle of world supremacy
won by a round of sudden death
till only the best are left.
Cut it up, y'all.
Hello?
Yo, man, you OK?
I'm chillin'.
All right, 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!
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.