# You wanted all the juice #
# You wanted all... you wanted all #
# You wanted all the juice #
# You want... you want... you wanted all the juice #
# You wanted all the juice #
# You want... you want... you wanted all the juice #
# You wanted all the juice #
# You wanted all... you wanted all #
# You wanted... you wanted #
# You wanted all the juice #
# You wanted... you wanted... you wanted ##
[Crowd] Pump, pump, pump it up!
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump it up!
Come on, man.
Encore!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
And the winner is...
GQ!
Congratulations.
Yeah!
Congratulations, Q.
You're on your way 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?
You all right, man?
Get it together.
We're really counting on you, OK?
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!
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.
[Crowd Applauds]
Good luck.
[Crowd Applauds]
Fuck that! You are brothers.
[Crowd Applauds]
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 ask you 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 Q set up.
Where did he go after you 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?
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.
If y'all want us to be guilty,
we'll be guilty.
If you 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, OK?
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?
Thank you.
[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 if you 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 if you do, 'cause we all crew.
Just try me if you 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.
Fuck you.
I am not one of your high school playmates,
and if you 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...
lookee 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 #
# If there'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, OK?
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, if that's what you're thinkin'.
What are you gonna do about it?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Excuse me, I thought he was your best friend.
[Telephone Rings]
[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.
If you 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 Q around?
Mm-mmm. Somethin' I can do for you?
Watch that nigger, man.
He on some shit.
I don't know what's wrong with him.
He ain't been actin' like hisself lately.
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?
125th street, by the Henry Hudson,
by the, uh, diner?
Tell him meet me there at 12:00.
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... Q and 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 fuck you gonna do... shoot me in the elevator?
Aah! Aah!
Damn! You OK, brother? You OK?
[Screaming]
# 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, or you'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!
Fuck you!
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-head jalopy.
You gotta stop that lyin'!
'Reckin' crew!
[Music Playing]
[Radio Announcer] From the streets...
98.7, KIIS-FM.
[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 #
# 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 #
# Less happy to be nappy #
# Be a bim bop 10 flocks #
# Hoops and troops with boots and jail suits #
# That's how I know when my head jerks #
# 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 #
# Guard your 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, if you'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... ##