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.
So just... just be prepared.
Are you gonna start with me?
Drove by your house this morning.
Saw a red car.
It was, um...
Nikki.
No, Sophie.
Sophie?
You don't even know her name.
Who are you anyways?
Come on, gimme a break, Pops.
It's going down, was what they said.
Voice echoed throughout the airwaves of the entire city.
Hundreds of thousands of radios
projecting the same message.
The new up and coming sensation, Nemesis,
was blastin' the mic.
Nemesis.
What's the name of your piece?
"Soldier."
What's it about? Who's it about?
Look, I gotta go, Pops.
Got a photo shoot.
Nate, every successful piece has got to have a story.
Thanks for the breakfast, Pop.
What's goin' on, America?
It's your boy Nemesis,
and welcome to my crib.
The teeth are falling outta my mouth, man.
It not gonna work, man.
It's your boy Nemesis, and welcome to my crib.
I'm all right. Let's...
And action.
What's going on, America?
It's your boy Nemesis, and welcome to my crib.
You know the 305 has the most beautiful women in the world.
And I had to get 'em to come through to show your boy love.
And what's a pool party without some barbecue over there?
You know us black folks love the chicken and watermelon, right?
Hey, yo, don't forget my album, Cut Throat,
- coming this summer. - Yeah, that's right.
And what's a party without the entourage in the building?
Entourage, where you at?
What you cooking over here, man?
Fried chicken. You see how that happens?
That shit just pop up and it gets big like that.
Look at that. Fried chicken on the grill. Hell nah.
Fried chicken on the grill, son.
You see that? Who wants some chicken?
I want some chicken!
Look at their beggin' ass.
Now let's go check out these cars.
That was great, guys. That was perfect.
We're gonna come around with the camera.
Mark comin' around with the camera.
He's gonna take footage of you guys.
Razor Ric. He's comin' up next, baby.
Don't forget. I didn't forget about you, boy.
Didn't forget about you.
Hey, Stan, what's up, man?
These the kinda things you get when you playing with us.
Playing the big time.
Hey, Nemesis, can I talk to you for a sec?
Look, I'm busy right now. Talk to someone else.
'Bout to go there and grill a piece of chicken.
I like chicken.
I want to get into the game.
- And what game would that be? - The rap game.
I'm Pearl.
I want you to check me out, all right?
Hey, you know what?
I'll check you out.
Razor, Razor, look.
We were just talking about Nem's new label.
What about it?
We want to put you under it.
What I tell you about messing with my head?
I'm not messing with your head.
He's real cute when he does that.
Don't patronize me, cracker.
Listen, listen, listen. Just talk to Nem,
and he'll fill you in with the details, all right?
Yeah, man. You need a Tic Tac, bro.
Jerkoffs, man.
Razor Ric versus Nemesis.
Could be like Biggie and Pac.
A rap feud.
A rap war.
Genius, baby.
Hey, don't touch me like that, man.
I'm serious.
So it's true about your own label?
Jason and Stan already told me you picked me, kid.
Of course, that goes without saying, right?
Yeah, of course, man.
Blood brothers, man.
Blood brothers.
Look at these two booty partners over there.
All jokes aside...
y'all two niggas gay, man.
Hey, Nem,
we want to get on the label, too, though.
You know we all boys, man.
Get up outta here, man.
Both of ya, raise up.
Yeah, I'ma holler at you, man.
The only work y'all two gonna be doing is on each other mics.
All right, that's perfect, perfect.
Yeah, I'm just gonna get some video now. Is that cool?
Yeah, cool, cool, cool.
Keep your head up.
Nem, my man.
Your work is on fire with the young ones right now.
So tell me, who was your role model growing up?
I ain't never had no role models but myself.
Sure wasn't my father.
Son of a bitch skipped town before I could walk.
Yo, Raymond.
Hold up a second.
Come here.
Wait right over there.
You know, there's no easy way to put this,
but, yeah, basically, we got to cut you off, man.
What?
Hey, save your breath for the sax, man.
You might need it for your next gig.
Well, see you around, slick.
And, uh, good luck.
Don't worry about the money.
We're gonna be all right.
Doesn't matter how many people watch.
One day they will.
And I've just go to do what I've got to do.
Change how people feel.
When they walk into a room,
I got to make them feel the music,
show them God's love.
That's what it's all about,
helping others,
touching others,
changing others.
One day, I'm gonna do that and make money.
Yeah, yeah?
All right.
And now you're number 1 in the MIA?
Hold on. Cut. Cut.
All right, listen.
I'm gonna need you to give it to me again.
Just tell me about the album,
but yo, hype that shit, bro.
All right, I'm lettin' all y'all know What's really goin' on in the 305.
This your boy Nemesis.
Look out for my new album and my single "Soldier"
comin' fresh out the studio and into your ears.
Get your hand ready.
Crack your Dutchess open.
It's gonna be badder, radder, and fatter
than everything that's out right now. You heard me?
He just say "radder?"
Wigger.
If you want to be alone, why are you still in the club?
Well, who said I wanted to be alone?
Then, why are you when you can be with anyone?
Here, take a hit.
No, I don't smoke.
Oh, you don't smoke?
Anymore.
So all the songs are lies then?
- Smoke and mirrors? - No.
Okay, here you go, big shot.
I was smoking when you was in diapers.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Yeah, smokin' since you were in diapers, right?
Yeah, I bet you were.
It's been a while.
All right.
Let's go have a seat.
Those not regular cigarettes.
Oh, sure they were.
Soaking it all in, huh?
Ah, just getting some fresh air, man.
Ready to hit the main floor.
Do my thing with the label, you know?
Big plans. Got big plans.
Yeah, about that, man.
Um, I got bad news.
Bad news? What kind of bad news?
You off the label, man.
Off the label?
What you mean I'm off the label?
I don't know. Maybe it's paranoia or something,
but people are scared of you.
People like who?
Nem wants you off the label.
Nem? Are you serious?
I know. And I couldn't believe it myself.
But if you want to find out, ask him yourself.
I will.
I'll do that, all right?
You see him, you tell him I'm looking for him.
I will.
I definitely will.
So you a videographer along with being a rapper and a model?
Yeah, just like you're a gangster rapper.
What does that mean?
Oh, you know what it means.
Don't think too hard about it.
Whatever.
By the way, what'd you think about some of my tracks?
Oh, your tracks?
I thought it was okay, but I...
What are you doing here, man?
VIPs in there.
That's where you belong.
- Let's go, man. - I gotta go.
- All right. - I'll work on that for you.
Okay. All right.
Where you going, big boy?
Back to the VIP, pop some bottles?
Yeah, man. Actually, it's kind of hot...
No, no. You ain't goin' nowhere.
What's going on, man?
You tell me what's going on.
Oh, don't play dumb now.
They done told me, man.
They told me everything.
You mean to tell me after all these years I put into making you,
like that, you cut me loose?
The fuck are you talking about, Razor?
Shut the fuck up, man.
Everything that comes out of your dirty mouth is lies.
You talk when I say talk.
Talk, nigga.
Relax, man. There's all these cameras over here.
All the cameras?
Everybody gather around.
Everybody, come up here.
Special bulletin. Right here, yeah.
You see your boy Nate?
He got so much to say, right?
He be on stage, he be rappin' his ass off.
Where your rap at now, nigga?
Spit something.
Man, you outta control, dude.
Yo, man, get the fuck outta here, man.
Where the gangsta at now?
Look at the gangsta.
Why you didn't do something, gangsta rapper?
Why you didn't strike back?
You a fake, man.
I'm the realest.
I'm what they want you to be.
I am hip hop.
You got that?
You remember when we was kids, man?
Blood brothers? Huh?
If it weren't for me,
you'd be in some fuckin' bar in Detroit,
playing the fucking flute like your daddy, nigga.
Now blow on that.
Fuck you, man.
You ain't nothin' without me, nigga.
I'ma break you down, nigga.
- You a dead man. - Hey, hey, hey.
Break you down, nigga!
Get the fucking camera out of here, man.
Go on.
Hell Razor, motherfucker.
You a dead man, yo.
What up, Miami? It's your boy, Mecca, aka Grimore,
your host with the most from coast to coast.
Today we're talking about Nemesis
and his run-in with his entourage member, Razor Ric.
Now, what I'm hearin' is Razor accused him
of making up his life story.
And I want y'all to call in right now and let me know what y'all think.
Is Nemesis real or not?
Jerome from Carol City, you're on.
Ain't nothing real about Nemesis.
He been a fake all along.
When you ever heard him involved with anything real?
No drugs, no shootings...
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
I gotta cut you off on this one.
Are you telling me that to be real, you have to shoot somebody?
What if he's not really like that?
Wouldn't that be, like, fake the fake in being real?
Man, the streets know what is and what ain't.
I've been in the streets all my life.
I knew that nigga when he was coming up.
Razor is real, Nemesis ain't.
I've been around since the genesis of Nemesis.
That nigga is a total fugazi, total fake.
total lame... And I'll bust him in his brains the day I see him
try to ever act like he real again.
How's it feel to get your first airplay?
Told you we'd make you a star, man.
Airplay, excuse me?
Nem's all over.
He's the hottest topic out there.
It's hype, Michelle, great hype.
Hype for who? He's getting destroyed.
He needed a little bad publicity.
It's good.
This isn't bad. This is terrible.
Calm down, Michelle.
We wouldn't want you to become the first black woman to turn red.
Oh, you want to go, Michelle?
Don't let the suit fool ya, sweetheart.
You need to learn from Michelle, man. Shit.
She a little bit more aggressive than you are.
What happened to Razor?
Guess he assumed that he was on the label,
but freaked out when he found out that he wasn't.
Look, I need you to lay low tonight, all right?
Things are really heating up.
There'll be security waiting for you outside
your house when you get home.
Is this yours?
You wrote these?
And you drew these?
Nah, you lying to me.
Did someone help you?
You look like a school type.
I need someone who can write.
None of the cats where I roll can write their own name correct.
Me, I rap.
That's all I do is rap.
You looking at that guy over there?
I mean, look at him.
That's sad.
You gotta have a fantasy to be somebody.
You get it?
Let's get together and colab,
do something.
- What's your name, G? - Nate.
Ricky. Call me Razor.
So nice of you to let us join in
on your little studio session, Razor.
Man, if you heard what Nem been sayin'...
Man, he's starting to dig a hole up in your ass.
Man, shut the fuck up real quick.
Here's what we're gonna do.
First we're gonna declare war on Nemesis,
with this track right here I'm about to drop tonight.
And then we're gonna enforce the war.
You got that?
I got it.
You got that, Gunplay?
So let the games begin.
Hey, Jay, Jay, Jay... Enough, look.
I stuck you with Pansy Stanzy
'cause I thought you could handle the punk. Of course,
we've seen the way you deal with situations.
All we gotta do is take a look at the Razor Ric fiasco.
Well, that was intentional.
- Look, I was trying... - Intentional,
to make Nem look like a pussy?
Look... Thank you.
It's not my fault he didn't fight.
You gotta know your men, Jay.
Look, if your partner won't show up
to a meeting with the CEO of Renaissance Records,
moi, then you shouldn't include him.
Look, Stan, he said he's on his way.
So he should be...
should be here in a minute. So, um...
He should be here. So I'm really sorry about that,
but he said he... he's on his way.
So tell me about the operation.
Yeah. Yeah.
Okay, um...
it's this guy.
This guy.
This guy. This guy.
Look, I wasn't trying to waste your time here.
You're wasting my time right now.
What do I care about unknown rappers?
What brings me down here?
Business.
Headline.
Nemesis.
The choir boy himself.
Look, I don't think you get what we're
- trying to do here, Stan. - Oh, I get it.
I get it.
You wanna turn Nem into some kind of pubic gangster
by getting his best buddy to fight him...
do battle, give him street credibility?
Only Nem doesn't fight.
He lays down like a dog.
- Thank you. - Look.
People think he's dangerous now.
All right? All we gotta do is just pull back...
Pull back a little bit?
- Yes, pull back. - Where to?
Sesame Street?
Nem's a target, okay?
He's a stool pigeon.
Fans are about to revolt.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, likes a pussy.
He just needs to work on his image.
He needs... Razor's about to blow up.
- Razor? - Yeah, Razor.
That was a show.
A show? You think this is a game to these people?
These fans, you don't think they take it seriously?
You think they'd be sitting on drug corners,
knockin' up baby mamas, wielding guns like the Wild, Wild West
if they didn't take this shit seriously?
You gotta give 'em something to follow.
Give 'em an example.
You gotta go all the way, Jay.
Look,
Jay... Jason.
Jason, look at me.
The fans want blood,
so we have the rappers preach it.
The rappers preach it so the fans want it more.
It's a circle of life.
We're all victims here, and you know this.
We gotta up the ante.
305's ready to profit from war.
Get Razor back into the fold.
He is your franchise.
If Nem survives Razor and the fans,
well, hey, he's a frickin' legend.
If not, well,
he's worth more dead than alive.
If your boys become lames, we lose fans.
We lose fans,
might have to lose you.
You got me?
Yeah. Yeah.
Do me a favor.
Tell Stan I said "Fuck you."
Razor?
Hey, man, it's Jason.
I got good news, man.
Artists only.
Man, that's messed up.
Man, I guess you gotta be somebody to get up in there, man.
What you mean? We is somebody.
Hell, wait till they hear me rhyme.
Bitch asses.
Hey, now
How many niggas wanna play now?
Don't make me kidnap your kids from the playground
Whatcha, whatcha gotta say now?
Nigga, say now, lay it down
- Hey, hey, now - Hey, hey, hey
How many niggas wanna play now?
Don't make me kidnap your kids from the playground
Whatcha, whatcha gotta say now?
Nigga, say now, lay it down
My guns are big enough to take your hood out
Swipe a coat, yo, bullets flyin'
Gotta move it like Travolta
Slide in a truck without a chauffeur
Million dollar signature
Two just to get me on a poster
These niggas didn't do it like they s'posed ta
Claiming they soldiers, turn bitch
When I'm flamin' the toaster
Sorry, I don't care about your rap
Man, I got a tech that will
blow clouds of smoke through our flesh
Bring you a little closer to death
Razor blade clos to your neck
If you owe me a check
O.G.'s know me on the strip
And I'm smooth like Goldie with a chick
Ma, I'm Moby with the dick
Haters wanna blow me with a clip
Man, I got shorties that'll cut you
while they blowing you a kiss
I'm a breath of fresh air
The best this year
For you blind motherfuckers
I'ma make shit clear
- Hey, now - Hey, hey, hey.
How many niggas wanna play now?
Don't make me kidnap your kids from the playground
Don't do it, don't do it.
Whatcha, whatcha gotta say now?
Nigga, say now, lay it down
- Hey, hey, now - Hey, hey, hey.
How many niggas wanna play now?
Don't make me kidnap your kids from the playground
Whatcha, whatcha gotta say now?
Nigga, say now, lay it down
It's over.
That man is gonna blow up.
What were we brought here for, fellas?
Come on, Michelle. You gotta hear this.
I mean, that's hot.
What's this gotta do with me, man?
Well, Nate, you hear that passion in his voice?
The way he, um, personalize it,
almost as if he's directing it at someone?
That's what you need, man.
You guys write the songs for me.
What am I supposed to do about that?
Come on, come on, come on. That's irrelevant, bro.
We're not in the business of excuses here.
We're in the business of business.
And right now, Razor is very good business, huh?
- Fuck Razor. - That's it.
That's it.
That's the spirit. Fire back, literally.
I mean, no one's buying your shit right now.
Literally, again.
What are you trying to encourage?
You want to stay in this game?
You gotta make some waves.
I mean, the people gotta believe in you.
Fight back.
I mean, seriously, bro,
you've gotta have some fire.
You want some girls?
Is that it?
Or maybe he'd like some men.
Fuck you.
Very disrespectful, Jason.
Enough of this shit. Man, I'm outta here.
Yo, Nem is a fake, a fugazi.
He's cheated his way to the top.
They say he struggled to live as a kid.
He hustled his way in.
The truth here, Mecca,
is that one of his setup boys hooked him in.
Razor Ric, he's the talent behind it all.
Ice Cube behind N.W.A.
Nate ain't no thug.
He ain't even from the hood.
Razor's real.
He's from the dirt and the grind.
And so is his first track.
I mean it's hot.
Where you been hidin', Razor?
Damn, Miami's been dreamin' about you.
Fuck Nem. You the truth.
Hell, yeah, man.
He ain't nothin' but an old creep.
That's all he is.
Hey, man, so... Y'all remember that bitch from the other night, right?
The one that done hit me in the face?
Yeah, so I done got at her, man.
She done took me back to her place.
But I guess she forgot what time her old man came home.
So I'm up in there, man. I'm beatin' that thing.
Just...
And man, I done, I done seen something
move out the side of my eyes.
I done turned. I ain't see nothing.
Man, I look back forward.
She got them mirrors up in the headrests.
You know what I'm talking about?
Man, I see old skinny white boy coming with a golf stick, man.
Well, I done slid up out that shit, dawg.
You know, I'm running around the room, man. He chasing me, man.
My dick's swinging back and forth and shit.
I'm trying to get to my pants, 'cause I got my five.
But I left the shit in my pants. I got it wrapped up.
So I'm tryin' to squiggle up under the bed and pull my pants
on account of that... man, he done swollen up
like David Banner, dawg, and just...
Lift the bed. Threw the bed up.
So I done grabbed my pants,
and then I roll in the bathroom and locked the door, man.
He beatin' on the door. "Open this fucker!"
But man, I done got my fire.
Just as he open the door, I go "bum bum."
You know, what's up now?
Man, his whole expression changed.
I mean, he came through the door...
"Oh. Oh, listen, man.
"Listen, I don't want any problems or anything, bro.
"You know, I don't even care about her.
"I don't even love her."
And I'm thinking, he got all nice and shit.
What if I... I would have murdered his ass, dawg. I'm telling you.
You know you ain't never murdered nobody in your life, man.
Let me tell you something. And the only reason I ain't
murdered that motherfucker, dawg,
is because I ain't had no clothes on.
I'm saying, I ain't never murdered without no clothes.
If you was butt-ass naked, would you shoot somebody?
Just sayin', man. Dang.
What the fuck is this nigga looking at, man?
Bitch-ass nigger! What the fuck you lookin' at?
Yo! You don't know what the fuck you looking at, man!
Yeah. Walking around with his old lady's shirt on.
That light green, man.
He's looking like a Jolly Rancher.
Why don't you all go home with that nonsense?
What? What the fuck...
Nigger, what you say?
What?
Get in the car, man. Come on.
Now what's the problem? Y'all need to chill, bitch...
What's going on, man?
What you all doing over there?
Come on, man. Let that man go.
Come on, man.
What's going on, man?
Sure, Nem's a fake, a fugazi.
He's cheated his way to the top.
They say he struggled to live as a kid.
He hustled his way in,
that one of his setup boys hooked him in.
Razor Ric. He's the talent behind it all.
Ice Cube behind N.W.A.
Nate. Nate.
Yeah.
There's some white girl out there, here for an interview?
She looks harmless.
All right. So, Nemesis.
They say you've been putting on an act.
- Is it true? - That's right.
So it's right. You have been acting?
No, I... they have been saying that.
All right. Okay. What do you got to say?
I got to say it's all false.
Ain't none of it true. It's all been made up.
- What, your image? - No, man. The accusations.
Accusations.
That's a pretty big word for some street cat.
You sure you're not in character right now?
Turn the camera off.
- Look, man. I just want to get this... - Turn it off.
- Look, I think this shit's hot... - Turn the camera off!
All right.
Turning it off.
Okay.
It's off.
What the hell are you tryin' to do to me, huh?
Are you really angry, or is this just an act, too?
Wha...
Look, man.
All I want to know is what's more real, all right?
The people out there, they're asking the same thing.
They want to know. You want to set the record straight or not?
I just want to know what's more real, okay?
You tell me. Nemesis or Nate?
Nemesis. Nemesis. Nate.
- Oh, yeah. That's cute, right? - Nate. Nemesis.
Yeah, you know what's real, huh? A white rapper chick!
Aw, Nemesis. You're so cute when you smile!
Wait, you're frowning now. I like that.
Ain't nothing cute or sweet about me, sweetheart. I'm all man, okay?
You're all man. Razor sure don't seem to think so.
Well, fuck Razor! I'll whup his ass and bang his groupies.
That's the first time I believed you all day, soldier.
I ain't gonna lie.
It's kinda hot.
That's why you need me. To bring out the real you.
It's the first time I've seen you like that.
No holding back is the only way to be
If you feel it, shout aloud
It's all about the beat
Yeah
I like that
Come on
Everybody say S and C
Gonna lose 'em, but had to get G's
And I made my muh-cross that showed you had to floss
I'm a big bad girl I'll show you who's boss
Got Hummers, Mercedes, Bentleys, Ferraris
We be over the globe sippin' on Bacardi
And I dance all night in the club and party
And I got outside my Masarati
Then I'll show you VIP, ya down the Cristal
And I'm gettin' so high, thinkin' bitches are tall
What? All I have to do is just mention me
Get rich off it, you know it's all about the beat
A B C D E F G
I can walk a straight line ain't nothin' wrong with me
And what comes next, it ryhmes with G
I just took thou 'cause that's how I be
Worked out like a milk shake a single shake
And make no mistake that I ain't fake
I get rich off this track didn't know it was whack ooh
What do they say, no one cares anyway
Don't hardly gets a ride and hope it don't fall
And I say what I please 'cause I just do me
And you know that I won't just let it be
'Cause we some soldiers
I'm preparin' for war just like a soldier
Thought I told you before that we some soldiers
I got my money y'all 'cause I'm a soldier
But we ain't givin' up 'cause we some soldiers
I'm preparin' for war, just like a soldier
Thought I told you before that we some soldiers
Yes.
Hey, it's Michelle. Can I come in?
Yes, you can.
- Come here. - What's up?
- I have great news. - What's going on?
Capacity crowd for yet another show.
Oh, yeah. And I heard they want to introduce you
- to some guy named Ben Green. - Who is Ben Green?
I don't know. He's really shady. Some kind of jerk.
- But just ignore him. - Well, I can handle it.
- Nate. - What?
Have you been smoking?
- No. - No?
Have you been drinking?
Maybe just a little bit.
Drunk. Drunk.
Nate, you supposed to wait to get drunk.
At least let me go over the assessment...
Don't you ever try that again.
Do you understand?
Are you serious?
You know, well, just go home, then.
Boring-ass trick.
Hey, Nem.
Michelle.
Always a pleasure.
All right. This is the situation.
All the public knows is that your lifestyle is totally unaffected by all this.
So in order for you to keep your lifestyle,
I'd like to introduce you to my main man, Ben Green.
An expert that really gonna flaunt your little bad boy creed, okay?
- Ben? Okay. - Pleasure.
You guys go at it.
Listen, I got a lot of things in store for you, my brother.
- A lot of things. - Hi, Ben.
Ah. You must be Michelle, the manager.
- Yeah. - Beautiful face.
What a fantastic job you're doing, sweetheart.
This whole rivalry jive shit? That's hot.
Ben, we may have to go soon.
Wh... look. I tell you what.
- What I have in mind... - We ain't finished yet.
Maybe you need to ride up out of here.
- Are you serious? - Yeah, I'm serious.
Stop speaking for me. I ain't no puppet.
Too many different niggas around here, trying to call shots.
I can speak for myself.
- You got beef with that? - What's wrong with you?
Are you just trying to show off?
T'ain't for no show, man.
Some order need to be restored around here.
Now, you either sit quiet or ride the fuck out.
Is this about last night, Nate?
Whatever, man.
You know what? You're on your own.
And forget you, too, clown.
I like her.
So anyhow, this is what I have in mind for you, my friend.
We got a lot of things to do and a short time to do it in.
You with me? I need your eyes.
What's going on, little man?
Ain't gonna be no little man.
The name's C. Dub, out of Streets 1-5.
Born and raised in the MIA.
Gangsta for life.
What you know about being gangsta?
Man, what you know? You about to get smoked by Razor Ric.
He's nothing like the rest of his classmates.
He was always distant from everybody,
but I had no idea that he...
Mr. Harris, I have never, in my 11 years of teaching,
- ever seen anything like... - What did he do?
Man, come on! Sign the autograph, nigga!
Ain't nobody want your autograph anyway,
you bitch-ass nigga!
...soft sounds of Soul 94.
In news today, local rapper Nemesis was the subject of a scandal
when he apparently refused to sign a local boy's autograph.
The rightfully-outraged crowd demanded he sign,
at which point Nemesis pulled out a gun.
A riot ensued, and Nemesis quickly slipped out
under the protection of his bodyguards.
It's a shame that, in this day and age,
celebrities think they can get away with anything.
Promise you, I'll tell you soon.
We'll know soon enough where we're moving.
We will. Come on.
Lighten up.
It's not that.
Then what's wrong, chief?
If I could, I would have fought back yesterday.
Nate, you're telling me of all the places you can go,
if you can go back to anywhere in time,
you would go back to the day that some bullies picked on you?
Yeah, and I would punch Billy Hubbard right in his fat face.
Nate.
There was a reason you didn't fight back yesterday.
A more important reason.
Like what?
Well...
I don't know.
Maybe you've got a supernatural power that not even you know about.
Yeah, right. I'm a short, skinny wimp.
The same was said of Clark Kent and Peter Parker.
But you know about them, don't you?
- Yeah. - One day, your power will be discovered.
I'm sure it's in there.
The day you find out,
the whole world will be depending on you.
Think about that.
Man, this boy trippin'.
He ain't coming, man. I told y'all that.
Chronic. Smoke all you want.
Smoke up, baby.
Open the door, nigga.
Yo, open the fucking door, you green-ass nigga.
That's my point exactly.
Roll the fuck-up, Dough Dough, man.
Gotta get back to the studio.
- What up, Gunplay? - What, you gonna put down another track?
Something like that.
Oh, I'm jumping on that.
You say one song, and I can get on with you.
Pone, Pone, Pone. Take it easy, man.
I told you I got you, right?
I told you I'll let you know.
It just don't work like that all the time, man.
How exactly do it work, then, man?
You said, you know, I could get on a track with you.
You know. You won't let your boys in the studio with you.
Man, you the boss. Hell what they talk about.
So I'm saying. What you saying, Pone?
I'm a puppet or something?
Huh? They run me? Is that what you saying?
Man, all we trying to say is Nem always let us get up in the studio.
And he was going in, man, we putting out some beats.
Let Pone get a verse, you know.
That's right.
What I tell you about saying his name around me, huh?
- Chill out, man. - What I say, Gunplay?
I just saying.
Man, this gonna be some good shit.
Yo, man. Don't say that nigga name in the same sentence as mine, all right?
Where Nem at now?
I don't seem him with y'all punk-ass niggas.
Huh? Where Nem at now?
He hiding out in his fucking mansion behind his bodyguards.
Why? 'Cause he know next time he bump into Hell Razor,
death is certain, that's why.
Why you gettin' so defensive, Razor Ric?
I mean, for somebody so in control,
you sure getting a little hot there, buddy.
Yo, Pone. You got something you need to say to me, man?
You got something to get off your chest?
Then fucking say it, then, nigga!
You got something you want to say to me, Pone?
I ain't trying to say nothing.
Maybe Nem ain't the only poser around here.
Oh, yeah? Fuck you.
- God damn, nigga! - Why you do that shit, nigga?
Fuck that! I'm callin' the shots now!
You get that? I'm the head nigga in charge!
Hell Razor!
You a dead man walking, Pone.
You're a dead man walking, man.
You better have that same fire in your pants
the next time I catch you, homeboy.
Take a look around, fellas.
Niggas.
Gangstas. Goons.
Whatever the fuck y'all want to be called.
We soldiers over here. Y'all know this.
Why? Because shit, we done struggled together.
Ever since I could remember, man, we been running these streets.
And we all been running 'em together.
But a time come when you look around, and...
you don't quite know where you is.
Maybe we're seeing things through new eyes.
Maybe... we been blind till now.
We done witnessed this whole Dade County
305 thing at its birth.
And if the right math ain't done,
we gonna witness the death of it.
They say...
that this is the heart of Dade, right here.
And judging from the work I done seen you all put in,
I know that's true.
But if that's so,
then this also is the heart of darkness.
Ain't no telling what's gonna go down in the dark, man.
Ain't no way of knowing.
But I say
that the darkness can rise
when it get good and goddamn ready to.
It's been a naive light, so to speak,
that done found us way inside us, fellas.
And we ain't even notice it till right now.
And we got to bury that light.
Within the dark.
This motherfucking Razor Ric.
This nigga from up north, man.
They don't know what to do with us Dade County boys.
They don't know how to take us.
We're not Northerners.
We damn sure ain't Easterners.
We Southern boys. Son of slaves.
Migrated from Georgia, Mississippi,
Alabama, Louisiana, Texas.
We ain't no goddamn flodgers, man.
And we damn sure ain't no motherfucking Razor Rics.
It's time to show the whole motherfucking world
what us Dade County boys be about.
That's it. End of story. I say no more.
- Hell, yeah! - My nigga! Let's go!
Why'd you come here if you weren't gonna talk?
It's getting ugly.
But you knew that would happen going in.
That's the mentality of it.
They think it. They spew it.
And eventually, they act it out.
You live by it, you die by it.
I'm just playing the game.
Yes, but... But you're caught up in it now.
You're in a bind.
And that's for real.
What was I supposed to do?
What, sit neutral my whole life and get what?
You were raised differently.
You see the world in different colors, your own colors.
You should have stayed in that world, made a way out of it.
That's a real man.
Now you...
you're living by their rules.
You have to stand up for yourself and mark your territory.
Can't believe what you said.
Can't you see that tonight was a wake-up call?
You still have a chance to climb out of it.
But you... you're acting like you're brainwashed,
like a...
like a soldier.
You know, maybe I don't want to be walked over my whole life.
Who got walked over?
Who?
You did, Pops.
Look, I don't want to be you.
Fucking peacenik.
Who walked over me?
Where are they now?
I don't know you man
I'll open up your top like a soda can
Catch you with your girl in the park
While you holdin' hands
Hop up on the block
With a sword like I'm Conan
I'm the commissioner
Chump, you a visitor
When I pop the trunk
I leave 'em broke like a christening
And that's why you christeners hate
Whoa, hey! Hold on!
No!
You want to go to your place?
Go to your place.
Back to my place?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Is that cool with you?
It's fine.
Some hot shit comin' out of the 305.
That was the world premiere of True Thing Boy Pone
and his single, "Dane County Streets."
Hot.
Now speakin' of hot 305, boys,
word just came in that Razor Ric is in good condition and quickly recovering
from a gunman's attack earlier this morning.
Look, it's all part of a plan.
It's...
What plan? Razor got shot.
Yes, Pone was supposed to attack him, but not shoot him.
Razor is your meal ticket, guys.
He needs to be shooting people, not getting shot.
It was intentional. Come on...
Look, that's the only thing that...
Exactly what we needed to tip him overboard.
Because I haven't heard him do shit yet.
He's all talk, but hey, I guess that's better
than your other gangster rapper, Nemesis.
Where's his retaliation song, guys?
You can't even have him fight back in words.
We figured it would be better for his image.
- Hey, Stan? - Yeah?
- Shut the fuck up. - No.
She's setting him up for a rape charge.
That'll look real gangster.
Raping a helpless white bitch...
Go fuck yourself, Stan.
I told you guys before to make a choice.
You don't need this pussy Nemesis.
He's just a pawn.
Remember, guys, Tupac versus Biggie?
When did they sell the most records?
After death.
Get rid of this Nemesis fucker.
Razor is your star. You want to create a rap war,
it better be for real.
Be overt with these guys.
Challenge their ego.
and they'll pop anyone.
He almost got himself killed.
How the hell you gonna let him walk around by himself?
Man, he ain't... You're supposed to be his manager.
We give him to you for one day,
and this is what happens?
I thought you were supposed to be a step up, guy.
We've been cultivating these kid for two years.
And all the sudden, this is what you're gonna do?
It's nothing serious.
It just grazed his left hip.
He thinks it's nothing serious getting shot.
What the fuck are we gonna do now?
It's time to mellow out.
The media's gonna be all over him.
Uh, he does have a point.
The media is gonna be all over this.
That's true. You know what?
Get our lawyer.
And tell 'em, um, we're gonna press some charges.
I could call Mike. I'll tell him to bring a video here.
He could record all this.
And then we could send it to Channel 7, all right?
This is gonna be great. Oh, my God, I didn't even think about that, man.
This is gonna be really good.
- Start taking some legal... - No.
No.
Look at this.
I'm holding court.
Now take your ass and this conversation in the next room, man.
Sick of y'all yapping.
I'm taking action.
- Go ahead, get the fuck out, man. - All right, Razor.
I got your legal action right here.
I'm the fucking judge.
God damn, you're such a lightweight.
A lightweight? I'm heavier than you are.
Oh, please. It's 'cause your head's getting big.
My head, what about the size of your head?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Watch it.
See, your head's so damn big, you're about to fall over.
- I know exactly what I'm doing. - My God.
Look, this is my house.
Right. Yeah.
And you know what, you need to do something
about that Hennessey breath.
- Hennessey breath? - Yeah.
- Let's get you cleaned up. - What about your breath?
- My breath is good. - No, no.
Fuck.
Help! Somebody help!
Come on. Come on.
Get inside. Get inside now.
Hey, come here. Come here.
How's that feel?
It's all right.
You're lucky they didn't have weapons out there.
They lucky they snuck up from behind.
- Razor's a fucking coward. - Please.
Please what?
Look, I'm just saying.
What, you got something to say?
- I'm just saying... - Get this off me, man.
- I'm just saying... - Look, you got something to say, say it.
- You're acting like a gangster. - I am a rapper.
And what are you trying to prove?
Nothing, all right? It's just...
Well, Nem, who are you?
I'm Nemesis, right?
I'm Nemesis, and I'm about to go fuck Razor up.
Why would Razor go in disguise?
And why would he have to?
'Cause he know if I see him what I'll do to him.
Nem, come on, man.
Come on, we both know that you're not a fighter.
Look, I've been fighting my whole life.
Not your nor the doubters gonna take that away from me.
- Get the fuck out of my house. - I'm trying to tell you something.
- Get the fuck out of here. - I'm trying to tell you...
- Get the fuck outta my house. - I'm trying to tell you something.
You know what, Snaps? You get the fuck outta here, too.
I'm not gonna leave you unprotected.
This shit is over. Get the fuck out, man.
Got damn it, would you listen to me?
- I said listen. - Everybody get the fuck out of my house.
God damn it. I said listen!
This shit is between me and Razor.
Nate, open the door, man.
Nate, open this door, man.
Get down. Yeah, get down.
Get down. Get on the fucking ground!
Both of y'all. Get on the fucking ground.
Yeah, what's up now?
Yeah, who's real now?
Who's real now?
What are you doing, Nate?
Oh, Nate, huh?
You ain't my dawg. You my nemesis, right?
Turn the fuck over.
Yeah, I want to look right into your eyes before I blow you away.
Where you going?
You hear that sound?
Police coming.
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about no cops.
Tell 'em to come.
I just want to watch you die slow.
What are you doing, Nate?
It's what you wanted, right?
You thought you had me.
But don't nobody have me. You can't touch me.
I'm a fucking star.
You about to be my first hit.
But what it look like?
Why am I gonna feel different when it's over?
Nate?
They set me up to hate you, man.
I bet it's just like everything else, right?
They set Pone up to hate me, dawg.
We'll do it once, and it just starts to flow from there.
They set Pearl up to charge you with rape, Nate.
They're the liars here, Nate.
Not you, man.
This ain't so hard.
This is not how to set this straight, man.
Everything's about to be set straight.
Tonight you become Nemesis,
the people's enemy.
Fight back.
You want to know who I am?
Who I really am?
You want the truth, nigga? This is the truth!
Gangsta for life.
You about to get smoked by Razor Ric.
Gangsta for life.
The more you hate them, the more they love you.
He's nothing like the rest of his classmates.
He was always distant from everybody,
but I had no idea that he...
Mr. Harris,
I have never, in my 11 years of teaching,
- ever seen anything like... - What did he do?
Your son's brilliance transcends him
far and away from this classroom.
Mr. Harris, children talk about being
astronauts and firemen when they grow up.
Nate has created a hero,
Nemesis...
A loving and realistic portrait of what he could be.
Nemesis, a man oft under-appreciated by
the world around him, but who in the end,
has the power to heal the souls of our society.
Nemesis sees great potential
in himself, in his surroundings,
in this existence.
And his true lyrics and drawings,
they will bring out that inherent beauty.
It is up to him to instill that in others.
What now, fellas?
I'm glad you guys are here.
I guess we have no business here.
Here's the door, guys.
You guys can leave anytime you want.
Hey, take it easy, tough guy.
How you gonna kick somebody out who's already gone?
Our business here's done, anyway.
Oh, is that right?
That's right.
That's funny 'cause I thought you guys actually still had a contract with us.
Oh, a contract.
Yeah, you want to check it out? Go ahead.
I think this needs to be reworked.
Oh, look.
Growing some balls, there, baby.
- That's the way. - Hey, shut up, man.
Shut your mouth.
Now, you got something else you need to say, man?
Ah, the problem is, guys,
I wish you guys could learn some common sense.
See, you guys are talented artists.
A whole lotta money to be made.
We could've made it together.
I guess you guys gonna have to make it for us.
You see, you guys can't just leave
whenever your little heart desires, you see?
You're committed to us for the next five years,
so whatever money you make, you gotta give us 15%.
So please, be a nice little ho and get us some money.
You know, you need to start your own new label,
Sellout Entertainment.
How you gonna do your brothas like that, anyway?
I thought I was supposed to be the house nigga.
Oh, my brothas.
So I'm supposed to keep it real, right?
I'm supposed to keep it street?
Razor Ric?
Come on, man.
When you guys ever gonna learn what's really important?
You been hanging around this cracker way too long, man.
Yeah, we outta here.
Take a rain check.
Well, you guys have a good day.
Take care of the check.
But remember this, fellas.
Hip hop ain't black and white anymore.
It's green.
Yeah, it's D.J. Mecca, aka Grimore, the host with the most from coast to coast.
We at the reunion. Y'all about to see a special performance right now.
Two brothas that were together,
that separated and were at each other's throats.
Now you about to see the reunion go down.
Dade County's finest,
Nemesis, Razor Ric. Y'all stay tuned.
It's coming up right now, baby.
Hey, playa.
Michelle, what are you doing here?
You excited?
Yeah, I'm excited.
I mean, it's a small crowd,
but you gotta start somewhere, right?
Start from the ground and build up.
And I'ma do it right this time.
- Slowly but surely. - Yeah.
You lightened up a lot.
Yeah, I'm trying.
Listen, I want you to sign on
as my manager again. I'm sorry about what...
Nate. Don't even go there.
Besides, how can I sign on as your manager,
especially when I never left?
- That's what I'm talk... - Ain't this sweet?
Let's go, man. It's show time.
Let's get up outta here.
Razor, can you get outta here while I talk to my client?
Man, stop trippin'.
Hey, so what was it you wanted again?
Why you gotta throw that on me...
Just go out there,
say what you mean,
and do it like you mean it.
Oh, wait. Lip gloss.
- Okay, go get 'em. - It's all gloss.
Yeah, it's your boy Nemesis.
This is motivational music, man.
This for anybody that's ever been through anything.
Food for the soul, you understand?
Hell Razor, where you at?
I'm dealing with inspiration over here.
305, stand up.
Come on. Look. Listen.
I gotta be me
'Cause that's the only life I know
But they don't really know me
They just like my flow
They tryin' to change me into something I'm not
But I ain't tryin' to be a fake
Just to get to the top
Mad love for my pops for showing me the way
He's the reason I can stand as a man today
Yeah, I've been through it all
Seen a lot of nonsense
A lotta broken dreams
A lotta empty promises
Look to the sky, I gotta keep my head high
Shoot for the stars, if I miss
Get another try
All my life, I waited on the sideline
Learnin' the game, tryin' to respect the guidelines
A cold world, so many fake friends
Plottin' on your end when the jealousy sets in
But you can't let it break you down
Be yourself, don't let nobody take you down
Come on. Yeah.
Just let me do my own thing, man.
That's it.
Now put your hands together.
Hell Razor, where you at?
Hell Razor.
It's what we go through, man.
Let's go.
Everybody got a dream
The problem is sellin' it
We all got a story
The problem is tellin' it
The industry is a pool of sharks
Hard to see, 'cause most of 'em
Move in the dark
But I can't sell my soul, hell no
So, I stay on the grind, rain, sleet, hail, snow
Caught up in the grind, get blinded by the bright lights
Man, every day, it's like rollin' the dice
I gotta buckle down and take control of my life
And recognize these snakes before they even got to strike
I'm here for the fight, down for the cause
They ain't wanna let me in
So I kicked down the door
Music is life, I represent all of that
Hip hop's the culture, and yeah, I'm a part of that
Love who you are
Don't ever let 'em change that
Gotta stay true
That's the way to get the game back
Come on, man.
I'm the one.
Nemesis.
Gotta feel me.
Hell Razor.
It's what we go through, man.
Come on, yeah.
Let's try to talk to 'em, man.
Put your hands together, man.
This is feel-good music.
For you and you.
You over there.
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