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Subtitles by explosiveskull
This call is from an inmate at a federal prison.
This call is being recorded and is subject to monitoring.
To accept, dial five now.
Respect for the game is honor.
Where if you sign on to the army to kill other people and you do it,
you come home and you get a medal.
But killing in another game,
you'll go to jail for it.
It's honorable when it's at war,
but it's not honorable when there's a war in the street.
Just like snitching. Like, if you a cop and you snitch, that's honorable.
But if you're a criminal and you snitch,
now you're going against what you signed onto.
Now you trying to put somebody in jail instead of yourself,
that you was getting money with; no honor in that.
So whether it's money, women, cars: honor comes first.
Respect for the game is honor.
...Police Department.
Please be advised that pedestrians are not permitted
to walk in the street or roadway.
Pedestrians are also prohibited from obstructing sidewalks.
The pedestrians utilizing the sidewalk
must ensure that sufficient space
is available for use by other pedestrians.
You may be placed under arrest and charged with disorderly conduct,
a violation of New York State penal law.
This is the New York City Police Department.
Please be advised that pedestrians
are not permitted to walk in the street...
I came from a block in Harlem.
Whether you played basketball or chose the drug game,
the mentality was death before dishonor.
We were governed by our own laws.
We had morals and principles.
And your word meant everything.
And the consequence of any violation of the rules of this game...
was you could get killed.
And the guys that played the game right,
they were considered the good guys.
But in this game, the good guys have to do bad things.
I wasn't from the block.
I was actually from the eastside, Spanish Harlem.
My man Black who I knew from school brought me around.
And the older dudes liked my style.
Yo, Kite, real talk?
I like the nigga, man. His style's impeccable, man.
They liked me because I was a younger dude, but I had big-boy toys.
And I conducted myself like a boss.
The older dudes ran the block.
They were cut from a different cloth.
They took pride in being men.
And the dude that I looked up to,
the dude that actually hit me with some work,
that was Primo.
Primo was gangster.
He used to be a stick-up kid, but now he had a plug with the Italians.
And he had all the drugs,
always had all the jewelry.
And would never send somebody to do something that he wouldn't do himself.
Primo's crew was feared throughout the whole city.
And because I was down with him, it meant I could hustle anywhere in Harlem.
...at the end of the day
you ain't got to worry about none of these things, man.
We got all that on lock.
Nigga ain't gonna violate nothing on us.
Like, this whole shit is us.
Primo's right-hand man was Kite.
They were like brothers.
He was a funny dude.
He had this way of always trying to test you.
I mean, you busting your gun and all that, a little?
Nah, I'm busting the BBS' right here, that's all.
- That's cool, you bust your gun... - I paid him no mind.
But Black, he wasn't having it.
- It's good, go ahead. - It's not like that, though, man.
Good, young niggas, man. You know what I mean?
Not on a Sunday night.
I didn't give a fuck about none of that tough-guy shit.
I truly thought it was unnecessary.
A fair one was always okay with me.
I just wanted to get money and stay fly.
I just want to know, what's the next car to get?
That's what I need to know. What you getting?
Man, I'm looking at that 850.
This nigga keep driving the van, like, family car. I don't know what the fuck that's for.
- I drive MVPs, B. - This nigga about MVPs, B.
Child seats in there, you know?
You know what I'm saying?
- Most valuable player car. - He put BBS' on a van.
You wishing...
Kite really did have the MPV.
And he had the nerve to put some rims on it.
But when that family van pulled up,
The block would clear out.
'Cause you never knew when he was gonna come out spraying.
These guys were legends in the street.
And I was taught the game directly from them.
So you gonna last, stay low, get money.
Primo was my OG.
He taught me the game.
He was a killer for hire,
but always taught me to stay away from the violence.
...but you gotta keep the murders, the bodies,
gotta keep that shit to a minimum.
To a minimum?
'Cause you can't get money with them bodies on you.
- Know what I mean? - No bodies?
Primo and I never talked about no dumb shit.
He was always schooling me.
Teaching me how to be a better man.
To stay focused. Stay prepared.
He hated when I smoked.
Lay off the Buddha, man, you know what I mean?
No more chunky-black for a while, B.
- Get back in the gym. Get our shit... - Primo was my connect.
He would hit me with the work, and I would hit my young niggas.
But they was getting way too wild,
- an Primo didn't trust it. - ...niggas is young.
I don't know how honorable them niggas is, though, B.
You know, any nigga on our team, you already know.
We honorable, B.
You know, we gonna go down, we gonna stand up.
I can't say that for them young niggas, you dig?
- I'm getting money, I got cars. - Young niggas was getting money.
But they was starting to have issues that involve gun-play.
And that's not what I did.
And I didn't know what to tell him.
They will bust they gun but I don't know what they gonna do after that.
They wolves, you understand?
They want they own, I'm not gonna lie.
Line 'em up, man.
That's not what I'm saying.
You know, they'll do anything for me. I'm just saying.
Get some structure out here, man.
A lot of these kids in disarray.
Matter fact, they have problems, just come see me, B.
Fucking cut, you know.
Let him do what he do.
You do what you do; keep getting money, all right?
- You get that money, man. Line 'em up for you, man. - Yeah, red pulse and all that.
At the end of the day, he taught me that you don't have to be feared to be respected.
Just play the game with honor
and be thorough.
A no-nonsense kinda nigga.
But if anybody disrespected you, no matter who it was,
you should always be prepared to use your gun.
There was nothing better than the girls from Harlem.
They were called the major coins.
And the dudes in the game loved spending money on them.
It was called "tricking."
And if you got with any one of them,
that meant you was doing it. It was like a trophy.
These women respected the game just as much as the men,
if not more.
And they knew how to get their own money.
They stayed fly.
They thought like bosses,
so they were only attracted to bosses.
They could make a couple grand just walking from 125th to 145th, any day.
'Cause any dude outside would throw them a couple of dollars.
And try to throw them they A-game.
I've been thinking about you and some other shit, so...
You look real good tonight too.
I'm telling you, you killing that mink jacket.
- All right? - Don't fuck with me.
Primo used to talk to Erika.
She was fine.
Don't even think about talking to her unless you had car money.
I really wanna fuck with you, but I need to know if you're an honorable chick.
What you think?
You gon' ride with me?
Like, you gonna hold my gun
- when it's time... - You shouldn't have to ask that question.
I mean, it's something I have to ask,
'cause I don't wanna just put something on you that you ain't ready for.
All right, well, you get to ask that question once.
I'll answer it once.
- Okay. - The answer is yes.
You said that like a gangster too, I like that.
At the end of the day, you gonna honor up?
Honor... honor up?
Yeah, if you're an honorable person, you say, "honor up" back.
- Honor up. - Okay, I like that.
I like that.
Good girl. Yeah I like that.
- Watch your hands. - Oh, I'm sorry...
I smooched Spanish Rocky.
She liked me 'cause I was cocky.
Oh my God, I always had a thing for Spanish girls.
I knew you only came around just 'cause you wanted to see me.
Who's saying that?
I was thinking it was the car, but I know it's me.
You know what I'm saying?
- I know you think I'm cute. - Mm-hm.
Tricking wasn't really my thing.
But when I met her, I knew I was gonna buy her a couple of cars.
She was gonna be wifey for lifey.
I'm not trick or nothing, but I feel like I need to buy you a couple cars.
I'm not gonna lie.
This is a good one to start with.
I sold crack.
And my clientele was called crackeheads.
When I get high, it's like, I feel my heart pumping.
Put the crack in the pipe, start smoking the crack.
Like, ten minutes later you out in space like this...
And you start looking around, and you feel this adrenaline rush off the crack,
so you start moving this way, and you start moving that way.
Then you just start moving all over the place.
You start thinking about, "Okay, is this guy looking at me?"
Or, "Is this person looking at me?" Like, you wanna be paranoid.
You come down and start thinking about it later on
and what time you might wanna run around again like a madman.
You run and hide in a hallway, or go to your apartment.
Or you're, like, looking for a rooftop where nobody's at
where there is nobody nowhere around.
I smoke, I get high and I start having the adrenaline rush.
Start ripping off all my clothes and wait till I come down.
That'd be the first one. Then the second one I do the same thing.
Then the third one I just might look there
and be butt-ass naked and just asking myself,
"Do you really want another one?"
I sold straight coke as well.
The old-timers used to smoke coolies.
Back in '87, '88,
me and my peeps used to go up to the heights, cop a gram or two,
and shoot down to the top.
Rooftop, that is.
Listen to Brucey-B, Kid Capri, Starchild do they thing.
Then we shoot up in the bathroom.
You could either sniff the coke
or roll it up in a cigarette.
Who would even imagine rolling up coke it a cigarette.
Nicotine, rat poison, all that shit and you gonna go put coke in it.
It was a thing to do.
Basically you'd bust down half the cigarette,
put the coke in it,
Twist it around, you take that filter out.
That's what a filter does: it filters shit.
Put a little piece of cardboard in the back.
Roast it. Get your mind right.
And that's what they call a coolie.
It was a good look, it was casual, it wasn't no crackhead shit.
Never had me running around chasing after nothing.
Then, it's was real easy, like fine wine.
This was my young crew.
They were like America's worst nightmare.
Fresh, intelligent, getting money.
And extremely violent.
I was like their OG.
I had the red Porsche with the red BBS rims.
I just to come around stunting.
They loved it. It was like motivation for 'em.
I don't really give a fuck about cars.
All I really give a fuck about is the color, you know what I'm staying?
I buy the car to match my outfit.
Sometime you be wylin, man.
You gonna get the cleaners in the car.
They were thorough, but they was just too young and wild.
You gotta stay away from the violence as much as possible.
- If it happens, it happens. We know what we need to do. - Right.
Just be calm, just be cool. Violence is a means to an end.
When we first got here, they were selling dime bottles.
Now it's fucking trays.
Then it's gonna be two for fives.
What the fuck, we gonna break our back? We running on a treadmill.
We gotta change what we selling because everybody's selling the same thing.
- Right. - We's a family and we gotta stick together.
And we can never have no beef between each other.
Boss, you right.
We just didn't think everyone else was hustling right.
We just used to laugh at niggas.
I would advise them, keep 'em one step ahead of the game.
This is Dee. He did everything high.
But he handled his business.
I used to fuck with him because he was cheap.
You gotta spend some money.
- You understand what I'm saying? - He ain't gonna spend the money, man.
Nigga, you acting Jewish, man.
I know you taking...
Spend no money, don't bust his gun, he don't do nothing.
I'm tired of you.
And JR, he was like my little brother.
He was a stand up guy,
And obsessed with me getting a connect.
What's downtown got on some Brooklyn niggas, you know what I'm saying?
She wasn't about nothing, man.
Anyway, if you get the connect, man, could lock this whole shit down, man.
I know once you get that connect, man.
Shit gonna be crazy, I'm telling you, man.
But y'all just gotta keep it cool, that's all.
That's all we gotta do; get this money.
- And also... - ...better position than us. That's why you saying keep cool.
It's all I've been thinking about.
He was nice in ball but he chose to sign on to the drug game.
And he had a fine-ass sister that was nice in ball too.
But she was off limits out of respect.
Mike? Mike was the wildcard.
A real hothead.
He had issues.
So I sent him to talk to Primo.
But where Primo used to talk to me like a boss,
he used to talk to Mike like a killer.
Seen that nigga Rado around, man?
Nigga owe me a couple dollars, man.
- Hold on, hold on, Rado owe you some money? - Yeah.
Type of bubblegum shit is that, my nigga?
Yo, listen, my nigga.
Real talk.
He some Pootie Tang, pussy, gump-ass... You?
You know, you a killa these streets.
How you let a nigga like that owe you, my nigga?
How you let a dude like that violate. You known as a killer on these streets.
These blocks you own,
they hear some shit like that?
- It's over, B. - Right.
Can't have that bubblegum shit, my nigga.
Nigga don't play them ghetto games.
If you plan on staying on top...
can't let nobody violate.
Nobody violate.
These the streets of Harlem.
If you give someone some work,
they have to pay.
If they don't, no one you work with will respect you.
They'll think you're soft.
And they won't pay you either.
And if someone owes you money and they're coming around,
flagrantly spending, buying shit and gambling?
That's a violation.
And that person must be made an example.
At least on my block.
This dude Rado owed Mike some money.
And instead of paying Mike,
He decides to buy a car and do some heavy gambling around the block.
Dee was at the gambling spot and gave Mike a call.
Mike told Dee to keep him there.
Heard you shook them niggas up at the G Spot the other day.
Oh, you heard that? Cracked them niggas, man.
Broke them niggas, man.
- There's some of that right here and then some. - Oh, yeah?
Facts.
That type of shit, I like to hear. I heard you.
Deal the cards, man.
None of that funny trick dealing shit you be on either, man.
Man, y'all be tripping.
Oh, man!
Oh, go my nigga right here.
Y'all didn't invite me to the game, huh?
What up, boy?
- What's going on? - 'Sup, nigga.
Gentlemen.
You don't mind if I do, right?
Nah.
You don't mind, do you?
You, my nigga?
So what's the game?
A little blackjack.
Blackjack?
Twenty-one, huh?
This is cool.
Rado.
What's going on?
Mmm.
That's a lot of money over there.
Mr. Moneyman right here.
Cleaned them up at the dice game the other day. That's that money.
Oh, is that so? Cleaned up at the G Spot?
Mm-hm.
Uh, wouldn't happen to be some of that money you owe me, right?
Hmm?
No? What, cat got your tongue, nigga?
- Mmm, ain't got shit to say, man. - Typical.
Yeah, All right. It's cool.
This what we're gonna do, see; Since I'm a gentleman...
we're gonna play a gentleman's game.
Right? Since you played me,
I'ma play you back for the money that you owe me.
Sounds fair.
- Sounds fair to me. - Sounds very fair.
So let's play our own game.
Now, what we gonna play is a game called high card. Heard of it?
You ever played that?
- Yeah... - You look confused. Okay.
It's real simple.
Easy. Check. You deal me a card
you deal yourself a card.
Whoever has the high card is the winner,
and whoever has the lower card is... a loser.
Pretty simple.
- Sounds simple to me. - Mm-hmm. Pretty simple.
So let's, uh... shall we?
Deal, nigga.
Deal the cards, brother.
Rado! Deal the cards, Rado!
Flip.
Know how many possibilities there is for a five, for me to have higher than a five?
Huh?
But you know what, maybe God on your side tonight, right?
Flip me over, nigga.
Oh, ain't this about a bitch?
Goddamn it, Rado!
Rado, Rado, Rado, now we in a fucked up spot now, huh?
Look at what you done did, nigga.
You just got your fucking man killed.
We gonna try this motherfucker again, right?
We gonna play this over again.
I'm giving you a lot of fucking chances, Rado.
Flip the cards.
Flip up.
Look at this, this nigga's scared now. He nervous.
You nervous? I know you nervous, nigga.
Go ahead, flip up.
The fuck, you shaking, nigga.
Look at this nigga, got the face like a nigga just smack the shit out of him, right?
Nigga's crazy.
Oh he owes niggas money... Flip the fucking card, nigga!
Aw, goddamn it, a two?
Motherfucking deuce, man.
Shit!
Rado this calm as a motherfucker, ain't he?
Flip me over, nigga. Flip... flip me over.
Now we in a sticky one, nigga.
We're in a sticky one.
How are we gonna do this one up? How are we gonna do this one?
Hmm? Know what? Since I'm a gentleman...
you wanna take a drink?
Oh, no?
I like him. He's a gangster.
Dee and Mike did what they felt they had to do.
In their eyes they had no choice.
But now, it was too hot for them to hustle uptown.
So they decided to go downtown to the lower eastside.
And holler at their man Blackface.
If you were from the lower eastside, you called it Loisaidas.
It was basically Harlem of downtown.
With a lot more Spanish people.
And the morals and principles of the game were exactly the same down there.
I'm pissed the fuck off, man.
Just had to twist a nigga's shit uptown, man.
This nigga owed me money,
walked in the spot, all type of big chains on,
nigga smirking at me and all that, man.
What's wrong with these dumb niggas, man?
They don't play the game how it's supposed to be played, man.
Fuck it, I might as well do that because fuck, I can't hustle if I don't.
You know what I'm saying? You know you'd a did the same shit.
I heard you.
But, now what?
- You just got that block clicking, that money was coming. - Mm.
I mean, now you can't go back there for a year or so.
Kna' mean?
Now you ain't got no choice but to come down and fuck with me.
- Been trying to get y'all nigga... - Fuck you, nigga.
What the fuck you think I'm doin down here, nigga?
Did you think these bags for show, nigga?
What's up? What we selling? What they got?
I mean, they got a little bit of everything, kna' mean?
They fuck with everything.
But we just gotta move wisely, and make sure it go right.
We can't be on no renegade shit, doing no dumb shit.
You know these lower eastside niggas don't fuck with us Harlem...
Man, fuck them niggas.
- What we selling? - Got the coke,
kna' mean? Got the crack where niggas smoke it in the pipe.
And these nigga's weirdos, put it in they blunts and all that.
Got the dope.
Got the heron.
Kna' mean?
The best shit down here is that dust.
- Dust? - Yeah, that dust.
Niggas still fuck with dust?
Do they.
My nigga, down here...
these niggas is zombies for that dust.
Like zombies, like,
that's where the money at.
Kna' mean? All through the lower eastside.
Say now more, nigga, let's ride.
- Bottle of Pepsi... - Mike and Dee got his team from uptown,
and set up shop in the park.
This is Tito.
And he's lived in Loisaidas his whole life.
And he gets money in that park.
And the rules are the same everywhere.
You can't just set up shop on somebody else's block and think you can get money.
So he sends his goons in the park to rectify the situation.
My niggas, man, my niggas, man.
What's going on?
Now, who the fuck sanctioned y'all to come out here and get paper, B?
Nobody give us permission.
Oh, nah?
Ah.
- See the face on this nigga? - Where they do that at?
This ain't your strip, B.
You laughing?
Get the fuck outta here, nigga!
We gave y'all niggas the giggles.
Fuck is your problem, man?
- Y'all got the giggles tonight, huh? - Damn, man.
Little, young boy with you too.
Get the fuck outta here, man.
Bum-ass shirt you got on, nigga.
Ain't nothing to joke out here but you, man.
This had Tito tight, but he had to get low.
But this situation was far from over.
Dee and Mike got to work.
And got that park clicking.
Mike loved it downtown.
The money was good.
And there was so many Spanish girls.
Mike had everybody working.
He even put his little mans on.
And then Tito sent another one of his goons in the park
and this stupid-ass nigga threatened the little dude.
Lotta money out here, huh.
A little somethin'. What's happening?
Work on your left, man.
I need some of what y'all got.
Oh, really?
- Yeah, really. - I can't accommodate you on that one, playboy.
Oh, you see, we know you got little homie out here getting money.
You know we know where he go to school at.
- Is that right? - Yeah, that's right.
And that's when shit got crazy.
At that point, Mike decided to come uptown to holler at me.
There was so much money downtown.
And this was a job for the professionals.
I told him to go holler at Kite.
And not to be so fucking sloppy.
You can't spend none of that money in jail.
Kite told Mike to line 'em up.
Just show him where they crew be at,
and they'd take care of the rest.
He also told him to get with Primo.
And to bring a young, thorough shooter,
so they could send the proper message.
Mike told Dee, who knew exactly which one of his young proteges to go get.
Yo?
Fuck these niggas.
All right.
- What's good, baby? - What's good?
- What's poppin', man? - Chilling, chilling.
Yeah.
What up, B?
- Shit, chilling, man, chilling. - Have a seat, man.
- What's up with you, kid? - Chilling.
You ride your bike over here?
Yeah, pedal to the metal, you know how that goes.
Bike riding-ass nigga. You saw the game last night?
Yeah, that game was crazy, man. Like, they lost by, like, 40 points yesterday.
Fucking Knicks gonna make me catch a heart-attack.
I know, man. I can't bet on them.
But, yo, enough of all this.
Explain to me this Loisaidas situation, though.
What you wanna know about that?
I wanna know everything.
Primo and Kite definitely sent the right message.
And Tito was next.
But these situations sometimes have a way of taking care of themselves.
Let me get a pack of Newports, baby.
Tito also had a local problem that he was underestimating.
Fuckin' stressful-ass day, my nigga.
Shit's weird around here, dog, I don't even know anymore.
I feel like people is watching me and shit, you know what I mean?
You know what I'm saying? Like...
- You speak Spanish, my nigga? - Nah.
- Wait, you're not Dominican? - Arab.
What's up, baby?
Chilling nigga, what's up?
My nigga
I've known that nigga since he was, like, this big.
We're already super-good, my nigga.
Feel me? All right.
- We good my nigga. I know you Dominican, you lying. - Nah. Nah.
You no Arabian asses.
One of his childhood friends who he used to hustle with
did a bid for him and just came home.
His name was Monster.
And him and his man were straight killers.
They were wolves.
They were the type of dudes that would get cool with their connect
just so they could rob 'em.
Tito used to set up stickups for Monster.
And Monster did a bid for a robbery they were all down with.
And he didn't think Tito looked out for him enough.
Monster came home and he sent for Tito.
I guess Tito thought shit was sweet 'cause they grew up together.
My nigga.
Oh shit, what's
Boochie.
Ain't shit, my nigga. You know.
You know, doing my thing.
Yeah but, I've been waiting for you to get out, man.
I heard you got it. What's good?
"What's good"?
Man, you a funny-ass nigga.
You know I did that bid for you.
All you did was send me a little commissary?
Listen, man, nobody told you to do that shit like that, all right?
That shit was not supposed to go down like that, my nigga. For real.
And just like that,
Tito was out the game.
Mike's problem had taken care of itself.
That happens that way sometime in the hood.
But then this happened:
I understand you're willing to provide information
on an ongoing investigation.
Yo, as long as you got my back, I'll tell you everything you need to know,
This is what you call a snitch.
Basically a rat.
And this rat-bastard just got picked up for something petty.
A weed charge.
He got the weed from his uncle.
Who just so happened to be Primo's Italian connect.
So this cooperating piece of dogshit
decides to give up his own flesh and blood.
'Cause he's not man enough to do the time.
I have the perfect person.
We have an agent who specializes specifically in your kind of case.
Just give me a moment, he'll be with you in a second.
The thing that makes a rat such a piece of shit
is because he consciously signs on to the game,
gets close to the people he hustles with
and when he gets in trouble,
he tells on his friends so he doesn't have to do the time.
We don't fuck with rats,
and we don't fuck with anyone
that fucks with rats.
Meet Detective Kean.
He was a specialist in making criminals cooperate.
He felt there was a rat in every criminal
and with the right approach
the inner rat would always reveal itself.
And once Detective Kean looked under the hood
and found out this dude was working with Primo.
He looked at that as an opportunity to get the work.
I'm telling you, you're gonna do a lot of time.
Gonna do a lot of time, Victor, my friend.
Are you not gonna talk?
Huh?
Talk to me.
- I gotta honor up here. - Uh-huh.
All right.
Coke. Crack.
Dust. Heroin.
You know about these things, right?
You trust these guys?
You never heard of Primo and Kite?
Hmm?
They'll fucking turn you out man,
I'm, telling you.
Talk to me.
Talk to me and...
I'll make it work for you.
Tell me about the drugs.
- And the bodies. - Bodies?
- Yeah. - I don't know nothing about no bodies.
- I don't pull no triggers. - They're all over the streets.
You got a problem with them, go talk to them.
Fifteen, twenty bodies all over 127th and 142nd.
- You know. Go talk to them. - No, no, no, you know.
You're gonna go to jail for fucking moulinyans?
Your wife ain't gonna have a husband because of niggas?
Who's gonna be your wife's boyfriend?
A big, black nigga.
Think about that image.
I want you to think about that image, now.
Talk to me soon 'cause the clock is ticking, my friend.
You don't know about these niggas? You wanna protect them?
You're gonna go right with those moulinyans.
Definitely gonna do a lot of time, paisano.
What's wrong with you?
Come on.
Don't mind honor up.
Smarten up.
Detective Kean was a racist bastard.
And the race card conveniently always worked for him.
And this canary started to sing like a little bitch.
If you're not gonna respect the game,
I don't suggest you play it.
Disrespect will get you killed.
Some dudes we knew, owed Primo some money.
He decides to come around with his boys to Primo's block and roll dice.
He was a killer as well, so I guess he thought he could just do that.
Primo took that as a direct sign of disrespect and a threat.
According to rules that Primo was teaching,
him and his boys had to go.
It was the honorable thing to do.
After Detective Kean heard this story,
he had enough to pick up Primo and his whole crew.
Getting picked up is a part of the game.
It's expected at some point.
It's where you character is truly defined.
These dudes were comfortable in this environment,
They knew the drill.
If you're man enough to do the crime...
then be man enough to do the time.
Snitching is never an option.
Tell me about your OG gangster buddies, there.
Primo...
I'm looking at 40 years,
if that's what the Lord deem right for me,
then I accept my fate.
We're done here.
Think about talking to me.
- You gotta think about me... - 'Cause I'm the only fucking guy you got.
Who's your OG? Talk to me about your OG.
I wanna hear some stories, come on.
- My OG is your wife. - Yeah, that's my wife?
- We butt-fucked your wife. - Yeah, all right.
She sucked our shitty dicks.
And remember the major coins?
One of them got picked up 'cause Kite left some work in the apartment
and it was in her name.
Look, girl. You fuckin' up.
Your grandmother is ringing my phone off the hook.
She say you need to snitch.
You sitting in here over some shit that had nothing to do with you.
Nu-uh, I got a reputation in these streets.
What? You too honorable now?
You're not even a nigga, boo.
There's a new connect in town. Look at this shit.
And you need to shut the fuck up...
She was honorable, she didn't say a word.
She'd rather sit in there than be considered a rat.
They let her out eventually though.
I like you, Primo.
You're like an old-school guy.
I could talk to you. You know what I mean?
You know, you go way back. I go way back.
Come on, Primo.
You're a good guy. Be a good guy.
Huh?
So, you talk to me about honor.
There is no honor, Primo.
Man, you just save your ass.
I understand your street code.
I understand your code of ethics and honor.
- Do you? - Yeah.
- Do you? - I do.
If you do, you wouldn't be asking me to snitch and talk to you at all
I'm not asking you to snitch. I'm trying to help you.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
I'm from Harlem.
142nd Street,
127th Street, 110th Street, 150...
- I'm from Harlem. - I get it!
At the end of the day,
I'm raised from a different type of breed.
And them tactics that you using,
those is for cowards.
You sitting in front of a man,
so don't play no fucking games with me.
You do your job; I'm gonna do my job.
At the end of the day, we don't snitch.
I'm honorable.
And when I come home, I'ma still be honorable.
I'm trying to help you.
There's a way out.
I appreciate your help, but I don't need it.
There's nothing you could do for me.
There's no more to be said.
We all knew the Italian dude was snitching.
I had to face the reality that Primo might have to do some time.
So he sent for me.
He had a plan.
- And he wanted to make sure my mind was right. - What's up, little bro?
- What's happening? - I'm all right, how you?
- I'm good, how you doing? - Good.
Nigga, you didn't bring no change, no coins for the machine?
Come on, man, I'm not eating nothing in there.
Plus, I don't carry coins, man.
Just cash, it's not a strip club, man.
That shit in the machine is like steak to me, man.
- That's crazy. - Yo, listen, man,
I wanted to talk to you about... the shit is kinda important to me.
It's over.
Them niggas is snitching.
The connect is snitching.
The connect snitch, the nigga you hit snitch,
anybody can snitch, there's too much exposure.
And I just want you to stay safe.
I don't want you to get caught up in this shit here, B.
There's too many rats.
It's not worth it.
And I'm not gonna have you in the mother fucker with me, B.
You hear me, my nigga?
The show had to go on.
And Primo had a situation for us upstate.
He wanted me and the young dudes to go out there.
But he had some concerns.
Nigga, them lil' niggas is young and wild, man.
Gonna have to tame 'em. Calm 'em down.
You're gonna have to 'cause that shit gonna reflect you in the long run.
I love you, man.
You my brother from another mother.
You the only nigga, man,
that I really can trust.
Only nigga that really, know what I mean, listens, man.
That's why you out there
and we in here.
Take advantage of this shit, my nigga.
Kna' mean?
I'ma stab a few niggas, who knows when you're gonna see me again.
But you? You the future, man.
Primo was strong.
He was facing life and he was trying make sure I was all right.
You ain't got to be a killer...
a drug dealer...
none of that shit to earn your points.
Know what I mean? You can find another route for us, man.
I know you can do it, you that nigga, man.
You always been.
- I can dig it. - Just stay honorable.
You ain't gotta come to jail to prove that you're honorable, nigga.
Be an honorable nigga to your family.
Stay away from sucka-niggas, that's honorable.
Don't fuck with niggas that ain't right.
We don't support them niggas, we don't buy from them niggas.
You know what it is
you've been around me too long.
It's in our blood.
It's in your blood, man.
I love you, my nigga.
- I love you too. - Come 'round, B.
And don't worry.
I remember.
We not hustling for our first,
we're hustling for our last.
Most fucking right. Honor up.
- Honor up. - Honor up, nigga.
- My nigga. - Word.
Keep your weight up, nigga. Start doing some pushups too.
Don't worry about that. My knuckle game is rough.
All right, CO, all right.
- Yo, I love you, boy. - I got you. My nigga I love you too.
I'll see you, man. Don't even worry about, I'll be all right.
All right.
Fuck.
CO! Get the fuck up outta here, man.
Black and Kite just took their time.
Kite had way too many bodies
and they were thinking about giving him the electric chair.
Primo decided to take it to trial.
They only had one witness and he wasn't credible.
But it the meantime,
I put Primo's plan into effect.
We took them things upstate.
We would bring 'em up on a motorcycle.
Shit was lovely.
We need to move this forward in upstate New York.
We have people lined up.
Now we have the people that are going to support this initiative.
Just what we've been doing for a long time.
Primo even had an in with the mayor.
He was also criminal minded.
Apparently, Primo was locked up with his brother.
He was pushing to make weed legal in this state.
And for the right price,
he was gonna let us in on that.
All we had to do was keep things cool.
Stay away from the violence.
Just get money.
I'll talk to you later, I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Uh-huh.
Philly-boy, huh?
I love those fucking cheesesteaks.
Pat's or Gino's, huh?
Uh-uh.
Let me tell you about O.
O was doing life for a series of violent crimes.
And was only there because of a snitch. A rat.
And he hated every one of 'em.
So whatever jail he was in, if he got some paperwork,
he would put in that work.
He was gonna cut you.
- Try to kill you. - Fuck these niggas, man.
These cats have no idea what the fuck they in for.
I tell you...
CO!
He didn't give a fuck.
He was doing life plus 30 anyway.
Give me all the fucking time you want,
I'm killing every fucking snitch I see.
- You're lucky I got my fucking... - CO!
- Fuck outta here. - Hey.
And it just so happened, they put Primo's rat in the same jail as O.
And just like that, Primo was on his way home.
No witnesses.
I did right by Primo while he was away.
I put his plan in affect.
And we did better than we thought.
We was getting all kinds of money.
And I was able to pay for Kite's lawyers to make sure they didn't put him to sleep.
And I was able to buy Primo a house and some acres.
So he could get out the way.
Bring his crew upstate and start getting some money.
How'd it feel, man? Talk.
Make good money up here, baby.
It is what it is.
You know a nigga never do good in jail.
You did it like a man, you did it honorably.
Real nigga shit.
I didn't really think I'd ever get to hang out with you again.
You know that day,
I volunteered to come with you.
You know I always wondered,
if the reason why you didn't want go
is 'cause you thought I'd fuck shit up or...
or you didn't think I could do the time.
That's what you thought, man?
I didn't know.
Nah, it wasn't that.
I just knew you wasn't built for that situation.
You was built for something bigger.
See, I got goons for everything,
some dude's life, is heading in the wrong direction.
I ain't gonna put a good nigga in a bad predicament.
That ain't what an honorable dude do.
A lot of dudes don't really get saved.
Know what I mean?
You just a type of brother that took all that shit in...
and made the most of it.
Outta ten niggas that a nigga tried to look out for,
you probably the only one
really built on it, you know?
And it turns out, I was right.
Now that we're here.
You gotta think different.
And that's why it's so important that we tell and show everybody
that there is a future in honor.
- Fact. - The way the mayor got things,
in a couple of years,
we'll be able to sell weed legally.
We not thinking about our first,
we thinking about our last.
What you doing for me and my team,
that's the most honorable thing a brother could do.
Pardon me, you gotta stop saying that, man.
I didn't do nothing for you.
You did everything.
You taught me and told me exactly...
what I needed to do and what I needed to be to get us here today.
This is your plan.
But you coulda kept this to yourself.
It was your plan.
That's why I love you, B.
You don't forget where you come from.
That's honorable.
You know.
Primo couldn't believe how well we were doing upstate.
And he was proud of me.
And of course...
Primo scooped up his old-school crew and brought them upstate.
So they could get money.
Honor up!
- Yeah, money. - Yeah.
Get your own.
You know, amongst honorable niggas,
they don't even deserve to sit at the table with us, B.
Unless they got at least ten years in the pen with their paperwork.
Fact.
- Honor up. - Honor up.
Honor up, my nigga.
Nigga can't be strong and weak at the same time.
There's no such thing.
That's all it takes
for all of us to stay strong.
I'm tired of these niggas, though, man.
These niggas make me fucking sick, B. Honor up.
Honor up.
These niggas snitching, telling.
These motherfuckers getting on my motherfucking nerve out here, B.
Sure enough.
One thing I don't know, man, is how niggas try to stay strong,
but not mentally, man.
Honor up.
I'm talking with honor, like real niggas.
- We don't fuck with snitches. - Honor up!
Pardon me for cursing, my G.
No problem.
- Honor up! - Honor up!
I love y'all, man.
Love you too, brother.
You did the crime, you did the time.
Sure 'nuff.
And you did it honorably.
- Honor up! - Real honorable shit amongst men, you know?
So it's just us against the world.
- Honor up. - Honor up.
- This is what you get. - Honor up.
- I'm not giving it to you. You earned this. - Honor up.
You ain't come home to blocks.
- You came home to acres, niggas. - Honor up.
We don't do this shit for our first name.
- No. Never. - We do this for our last name.
- Honor up! - Honor up!
- Go, my nigga, honor up! - Honor up!
Honor up!
And everything seemed to be working.
I had my OGs, my young boys, all working together.
But then the bubblegum shit happened.
Remember JR's fine sister?
The one that was off limits?
Well, this is her.
She was nice in ball.
She coulda had a future.
Even played DI.
But she chose the game just like her brother.
Growing up around JR's lifestyle had her infatuated.
And she chose the most dangerous hustle.
Yeah. Yo, what's up, bartender.
Let me get two of the red joints, the red merlots,
for me and my girl.
You funny with that shit.
I knew you was gonna say that, ma.
Sure enough.
Yeah.
Shit, yeah.
Like I said, got one.
Goddamn, girl, that was crack speed.
I told you, they find me.
Oh man.
Make sure you call me, and make sure you make that money, all right?
Don't be stashing that, hold nothing back.
How y'all fine bitches been?
Don't be trying to shake all that for yourself.
Damn, fuck we doing all the way out here, ma?
It's my spot.
Where I come to get away from it all. Mm-hm.
Shit.
Fuck, you thought I was gonna go to your house?
Yeah, shit woulda been better than these fucking woods.
You got me in the country, ma. You even know about this shit.
- Fuck out the car. - Oh, shit.
Fucking bitch. You fucking bi... all right.
I got it.
Okay. Okay, all right, nigga, all right.
All right, you got me mother fucker. You gonna rob me?
All right, you know who the fuck I am, my nigga?
Take the mother fucking car, nigga.
You want the peanut butter guts, nigga have it, nigga.
Oh, what you want, you want the jacket nigga?
Take everything mother fucker.
Nigga, fuck you!
Renee got picked up because she was the last person to be seen with him.
You're a pretty girl, Renee.
You know what they do to pretty girls in jail? Huh?
Oh, you wanna be just like JR.
I hear you're related, you and him.
You're like brother and sister.
I know how you niggas are.
You gotta tell me something, sweetheart.
You hear what I'm saying?
You're gonna tell me something today.
You're gonna tell me something today, otherwise you're going to jail.
Never gonna see the light of day.
Forget about those pretty nails.
Let's go.
Give it to me, sweetheart.
She didn't say a word.
They didn't have anything on her so they had to let her go.
In this game, when you bring someone around, you stand up for them.
And that means you're responsible for their actions.
Now the problem with this situation
was this was Kite's half-brother
and he was only there on Kite's behalf while he was gone.
And we know now JR's sister was down with it because she got picked up.
So I know someone in Dee and Mike's crew must have been down too.
And it happened upstate.
Now, this was Primo's thing
and it happened on my watch.
I was tight because I knew according to the rules,
I was responsible.
I had to handle it.
Whoever was with her had violated.
Number one,
that was JR's sister, so that was an issue too.
I hate to say this shit.
I pride myself in not being emotional.
But this some shit I'm gonna have to deal with now.
Y'all see what this is?
This is what I gave y'all.
But y'all didn't earn this shit yet.
Y'all didn't do no time.
You ain't put in no work.
I cosigned y'all.
Everything's perfect.
We have no issues, I can't understand why anybody would fuck this up.
Now, I need to know something.
Where the fuck you was at the day that shit happened.
Big homey, I was with, me and Dee, we was at the coffee shop,
picking up some weed at the coffee spot.
Me and Dee.
Where you was at when this happened?
Yo, don't even put me on that dope fiend shit, yo.
I ain't even on that, man.
I just asked you a question.
Bro, I was at my shorty house.
I'm telling you, man. I wasn't around, man.
I'ma talk to you later.
I need to holler at you.
What up, OG?
I'm not sure but I do know this;
- That little black nigga? - Yeah.
He was with her.
Take care of him.
Copy.
All right.
Yo, you ain't tell me that we gonna kill nobody.
Yeah, this niggas running around here thinking that I killed this nigga.
Yeah, all right.
What are you talking about.
You look like a Somalian water bug.
Hit in the face looking-ass nigga.
Can't nobody look as ugly as you.
You look like you one of one.
Nobody look that bad.
Fuck are you talking about.
Nigga, wait, always talking that dope fiend shit.
So that's why you still be talking, and nodding off all the time.
Whatever, nigga.
They call it heron...
'cause once you fuck with it one time,
you be hooked from "here on," nigga.
Look at the butterfly.
That shit came out your face, nigga.
This nigga look like a black seal out this mother fucker.
Told you, he on suicide watch.
This nigga look like a booger with legs.
Word up.
You an alien, dope fiend-ass nigga.
Roaches walk up to you, nigga, and they be like, "Daddy!"
Somebody get this nigga a methadone clinic.
He gonna shut a nigga before the night out.
This nigga come from five generations
of ugly, my nigga.
Ah, man.
You roach-ugly nigga.
Word up.
- Your face... - Yo, chill.
You look like a burnt pumpkin seed.
You ever had a bad sunflower seed
and look in the middle and it be that nigga.
That rotten shit you gotta spit back out.
And I don't know how this shit happened,
but Primo ended up on a date with JR's sister Renee.
And she tried that same bubblegum shit
she tried with Kite's little brother.
But shit went wrong.
And Primo ended up getting shot in the face.
But Primo was strong.
He just spit out a couple of teeth
and drove himself to the local doctor.
I understand what you feel about your sister.
And I do understand what death can do to you, trust me I know.
All I can tell you is from my experience.
When you react when you're emotional...
you fuck shit up.
And it's not your present you fuck up,
it's your future.
And everything I've been doing?
My whole hustle...
has been for our future.
See, the thing is, OG, is this...
it's friends,
you know, you got your niggas in the street...
it's family.
Family blood.
That's my sister.
Sometimes, it's personal
You know, one thing I realized, you know,
and I respect everything you telling me, but...
war ain't about who's right.
Sometimes it's about who's left.
Primo knew this was a sticky situation
because JR's sister was involved.
He needed to tell his crew to stand down until he spoke to me.
He didn't know that Renee had already been killed.
But his crew was like that.
We took care of that anyway.
You know how we do.
Honor up.
That's a fact, bro.
Honor up.
You telling me you scared of these brothers?
Fuck is up, niggas.
Yo.
You ain't killed the nigga?
Nah, nigga.
Figured I'd save him for you.
It being your sister and all.
Figured you might want to do the honors.
No!
No, mother fucker!
Whoa, whoa.
Put your mask on now, nigga?
What, nigga? I ain't trying to get blood on my face, nigga.
No! Hold on!
You crazy.
Hey, yes, girl. That shit was live.
Yeah, we had such a good time.
...corner of midblock here,
- off of Fredrick Douglas Blvd... - Mm-hm. Yeah.
Yo, I don't like that shit, yo.
That shit really bothers me.
What?
Talking English in one sentence then the next sentence you jump to Spanish.
- Make it seem like you talk... - I'm not even talking about you, though.
- What's the problem? - It seem like you talkin...
The person you talking to speaks English too.
- Just have the whole fucking conversation in English. - This shit really got you buggin'
like, I'm not even talking about you.
You need some weed or something, what's the problem?
Oh, now I need some weed.
A .45 on the table and I should be smoking weed...
- You ain't making no sense, man. - Okay, whatever, like...
Oh baby, you know, I'm a little stressed about this shit.
Well, it's gonna be all right, relax.
I just want to say thank you for, you know,
rolling with me, you know what I'm saying? 'Cause...
not a lot of bitches wouldn't even be up here with a nigga in this situation.
You know. So...
Your low-stress style is bothering me, but
I don't want you think you not appreciated, man.
- All right? - Sure.
You know I love you and I'm sorry.
I love you too.
You know I got your back.
I know.
...right here on Fredrick Douglas Blvd and 141st St.
The shooting happened at 1:50 in the afternoon.
Gunmen, police say, fled on foot in an unknown direction.
...the gunmen, police say, fled on foot in an unknown direction.
Yo?
Ain't shit, what's goody?
Well, you know me.
Channeling Bob Marley.
Mm-hmm.
Yo, we borderline did some wack shit.
You... yo, not right now.
Not right now.
Every fucking time with this shit.
- Man. - She shouldn't be texting you.
Who the fuck is in the car?
Who do I got home to every single night?
- Stop fucking talking... - That shit don't fucking matter. That don't matter!
You feel like bringing this shit up. Like, why right now though?
Why right now?
I'm having a nice, peaceful fucking day
and now you fucking shit up, man.
Right now police are canvasing the neighborhood.
They just told me they describe the gunman as young man...
I'm not trying to move to Africa, nigga.
Oh, I'll call you back.
Police! Freeze! Do not move!
Sir, lay down on your stomach, man. Do not move.
Lay down on your stomach.
- Fuck! - Get your fucking hands on the steering wheel.
Freeze! Don't move!
Put your hands up. Do not move, sir.
- Oh shit. - Put your fucking hands up.
Going nowhere.
Sir, legs over the bed.
What you reaching for, bitch?
I'll shoot your fucking ass off.
Put the fucking gun down...
Fucking don't! Get off of him!
- Freeze! - Yeah man, whatever.
Found some pot. You're under arrest.
Anything on you?
Niggas ain't getting no money, now that's the problem.
In these cuffs, my nigga.
- Yeah, exactly. Y'all niggas love putting niggas in cuffs. - Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up.
I got a gun in your mother fucking face,
- you better shut the fuck up. - Man, fuck you. Fuck you.
...court of law. You have the right to an attorney,
- If you cannot provide one, - You think you gonna come in
- one will be provided for you. - Bitches gonna my town and get this money and not holler at me
What kinda gay shit is that, I told you to holler at you.
- Shoot you too. You wanna get shot? - You will be provided an attorney
if you cannot provide an attorney for yourself,
one will be provided for you. You have any questions?
Yeah, what time is lunch, nigga?
- Are we done here? - You going to jail, my nigga.
...right here on Fredrick Douglas Blvd and 141st St
are usually filled with children getting out of school. These gunmen, police say...
Mikey-Mike.
I don't know what to say to you, my man.
You my bitch.
You gonna have to give up a whole lotta niggas to save your black ass.
That's right, I said nigga.
Yeah, so what.
Yeah, you laugh all you want.
You my nigga now, bitch.
I can't even offer you a deal my friend.
I think you're safer in here.
Detective Kean knew everything.
Turns out, as it related to Kite's little brother
it was fucking Mike that pulled the trigger.
He was down with it all along.
He also knew that this trifling-ass nigga
was the one that shot Primo in the face.
No wonder Mike had Renee out there playing basketball
they day after they just shot Primo.
He knew Primo's crew was gonna kill that girl.
And Mike knew exactly what JR was gonna do after Primo's crew killed his sister.
I bet I was next.
And then Dee.
And after all that tough-guy shit, that gun play,
Mike really ended up being soft.
Not man enough to do the time.
- Gave his OG's up and his brothers. - Out with your man Mike?
Heard he gave you up.
I thought you Harlem guys stick together.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. You know what? He works for me now.
Mike's my bitch.
Did you hear?
I thought you Harlem guys... unbelievable.
I heard he even fucked your sister, Renee.
You do a lot of motherfucking talking, man.
Yeah.
My brother, my sister.
I heard what I need to hear, man. I just want to fucking go.
I don't give a shit. My pleasure to put your black-ass away.
Yo, don't fuck with that bitch, Keisha, when niggas get outta here, man.
Heard she gives that shit up like that too.
A real rat, sure as hell.
Fuck is up with you, nigga?
Don't tell me you're scared we inside this mother fucker, nigga.
We about to go home.
What's wrong with you, nigga? Why you ain't saying nothing?
Cheer the fuck up.
I ain't stupid, man.
I just wanna know why.
The fuck you mean you wanna know why? Nigga you know why.
You know why, nigga.
Niggas gotta get the fuck outta here, that's why.
You on this holy, mother fucking, almighty,
"I'm just a nigga that ain't never gonna do no dishonorable shit, nigga"
Any nigga we fucking know, any nigga we've been around,
Fuck you think they've been doing, nigga?
And fuck what you talking about. Fuck with you.
Fuck with OG.
Fuck with Dee. Fuck all what y'all niggas talk about, nigga.
I got a family, bro.
I gotta get the fuck outta here.
You gonna be the same nigga stuck in this mother fucker
looking stupid wearing this shit.
Im'a be outside, Im'a be hustling.
I'ma be getting mother fuckers clipped.
Still doing what I do.
Im'a be selling these mother fuckers packs, all that.
And you gonna be up in here.
Man, I'm honorable, but I ain't too honorable.
And my sister?
What you mean your sister?
This ain't her fault, This your fault.
You wanna think about it like that.
And that's a fact.
Talking about your sister. Don't ask me about that.
I just now this, man.
You got a lot of real estate on your face...
for a buck-eighty.
You know what? That mother fucking paperwork is public record too,
Hey yo, CO, get me the fuck outta here, man.
Please do.
Fucking hate rats.
What up.
What's happening? You looking good.
Thank you. How you doing?
I'm here. I'm holding on, man. I'm holding on.
You looking good.
- I miss you. - I miss you too, man. I really do.
I got a little bit of bad news.
Um, I'm might have to be in here for a little while,
but I'm definitely gonna come out, baby.
What you mean be in here for a little while?
- You know what... - So what you saying?
I told you, Mike's snitching.
- Well, snitch on him. - Come on, come on.
You know I got to find out what's going on.
I'm not snitching. I know what I signed up for.
You know what I'm saying? And that's just not honorable.
I'm not doing that.
So...
I know you... you better not be crying.
I told you everything's gonna be all right.
All right?
Like, you're telling me you're gonna stay here
- and I'm gonna be out here by myself? I just don't get it. - No, no.
I'm not gonna make... I'm gonna make sure you good.
You're never by yourself.
I ain't nothing but a phone call away. You never by yourself, babe.
All right?
Don't cry, man. You look too pretty to be crying, man.
Just think positive. You got to think positive.
It's gonna be all right.
- All right? - All right.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
All right.
I hate how things went down with JR.
He was prepared to do his time.
He knew it came with the game.
He was honorable.
But it just so happened
that they put that rat bastard Mike in the same jail as O.
Looks like JR might be coming home:
No witnesses.
Get rid of this little snitch-ass nigga.
Yeah! Yeah!
War ain't about
who's right.
Sometimes it's about who's left.
But JR lost his sister.
And I lost my OG.
I miss talking to my OG.
But at least I have the memories of our conversations to reflect on.
He was the most honorable dude I knew.
And he still ended up dead.
The problem with this game is it's treacherous.
And not everybody plays by the rules.
And my advice to anyone watching this:
always have morals and principles,
play the game with honor
never look the other way,
and apply it to a legal game.
'Cause this life's not sustainable.
And trust me,
you'll make history.
'Cause this game is over.
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