Menace II Society

Hey, nigga, is there gonna be some pussy in this motherfucker?

There's gonna be a gang of ho's up in this motherfucker. I threw the shit myself.

Can y'all brothers spare some change?

Hey, yo, man, get the fuck out of my face, fool!

Fuck what he say. Remember that bitch?

Hell, yeah, nigga. Shit, man. That bitch was crying like a motherfucker.

-I heard that bitch was a toss up. -Keisha?

She gonna be at the motherfucking party, niggas.

Oh, oh. Fade it.

Hey, that bitch got a body.

Yeah, she got a body, man.

-Shit, boy. I'm gonna have to get with her. -I heard that.

Let's see what's up in this motherfucker.

You ain't got to be creeping.

I don't know why you're trying to act like you're cleaning up.

Damn. Always think we gonna steal something.

What you want, Dog?

Go ahead and give me that Old E. Yeah.

I'm gonna fuck with some of this Ides.

Oh, no. Wait.

Man, I'm from the old school, brother.

-Shit. -You not drink beer in store.

Hey, man, I'm gonna pay you.

Hey, look, bitch. Stop following me around this motherfucker.

You getting on my nerves.

Hurry up and buy.

Shut the fuck up, man.

Just pay and leave.

I'm gonna pay you. Why don't you calm your motherfucking nerves?

Hurry up and go.

-Why don't you go ahead and get it? -Shit.

I got your back.

Shit.

-Why don't you get my change? -Thank you.

Hey, why don't you give my homeboy his change?

I don't want any trouble. Just get out.

I can't stand y'all, motherfucker.

I feel sorry for your mother.

What you say about my mama?

You feel sorry for who?

I don't want any trouble. Just get out!

-What the fuck did you say? -I don't want any trouble.

You talking shit?

Every time I come in this motherfucker, you got something to say.

Yeah, yeah.

Where the motherfucking videotape?

Give me the motherfucking video. Stop.

Give me the motherfucking videotape right now.

Hey, nigga. Clean the cash register. Come on. You shut up. You shu-- Hey.

Shut the fuck up with your noise.

-Oh, shit! You better shut the fuck--

I ain't playing.

-Where's the tape at? -What the fuck did you do, man?

Go get this motherfucker right now. I said eject it.

If you don't eject it I'm gonna smoke your ass.

Hey, bitch, do it right now.

Bitch, I told your stupid ass to shut the fuck up!

Nigga, hurry up!

Hell, yeah.

Come on, man. Let's raise up, man. Damn!

-Wha-- I can't believe this. -Move.

I thought I told you to open the damn register

Thought you were down. How do you open this shit?

What the fu--? Six motherfucking dollars, nigga?

Y'all got money in this motherfucker somewhere.

This don't make sense. Let's just go, man.

-Give me your change. Goddamn ready teller. -Dog!

I'm gonna keep your shit too.

-Fuck! -Jackpot. Hell, yeah.

Get this motherfucker, here. Shit.

Ain't gonna talk shit, are you?

Where all the money at, man? Fuck that.

-Fuck, let's go! -Goddamn.

Went into the store just to get a beer. Wait up.

Came out an accessory to murder and armed robbery.

It was funny like that in the 'hood sometimes.

But you never knew what was gonna happen or when.

After that, I knew it was gonna be a long summer.

One thousand persons rioted in the Watts district last night.

They attacked police with rocks, bricks and bottles...

...before some 100....

-officers sealed off the four-block area...

...in the vicinity of 116th Street and Avalon Boulevard.

Four persons were arrested and a number of others...

...including one policeman were injured in the melee.

The riot was touched off when three drunk drivers....

This is Donald Miller, Mobile Unit 3. We're right in the center of this....

Burn, baby, burn

Burn, baby, burn

--to battle rioters in the burning and looted Negro area.

-Come on! -What the fuck are you doing?

The commander of the California National Guard...

...said his troops sent into the riot area...

...would use whatever force is necessary to do the job.

--residents of this primarily colored area.

The rattle of gunfire was heard increasingly...

...in the Negro section during the smoggy evening...

...as the police confronted roving bands of rampaging Negroes.

One guard unit opened machine-gun fire for 10 minutes on a gang of negros...

...who then fled down the street.

William H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Chief...

...angrily blamed last night's violence....

When the riots stopped, the drugs started.

[MARVIN GAYE'S "GOT TO GIVE IT UP" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

My father sold dope...

...and my mother was a heroin addict.

Moms and Pops were real popular in the neighborhood.

They would always be having parties for friends of theirs who just got out of jail...

...or who was on their way to jail.

They only got married because I was born.

My pop sometimes worked as an electrician or a cab driver or a plumber...

...but his main job was selling drugs.

Sometimes, Mom would use them all up before he could even sell them.

Then he'd have to beat her up.

Growing up with parents like that...

...I heard a lot, and I saw a lot.

I caught on to the criminal life real quick.

Instead of keeping me out of trouble...

...they turned me on to it.

That motherfucker's got some love up there too.

I think there were some tears of joy.

You give me the pig, I get you-- And he said--

What's up, Pernell? Clyde?

KayDee Caine. What you doing out here?

Stop calling me that.

Shut up, little old nigga. This party here for grown folks.

-Y'all ain't grown. We older than your little ass.

Tat know you out here?

Nope. I snuck out.

You a bad fucker. Come here.

Gonna get us in trouble. What you doing?

Now, go on and give the nigga a drink.

What the fuck is that?

What the hell you doing, boy?

You mess around and shoot all of us.

Let me see it.

Let me show you how to hold it.

Caine.

Caine.

What you doing out that room?

I'm just out here playing, Mama.

You better get your little ass in that room before your daddy catch you.

You hear me talking to you? Now.

What the hell?

Pernell looked out for me when things got rough. He taught me.

He showed me what being a hustler was all about.

Hi-ya! Twenty-one. Motherfucker!

Hey.

Hey, are you all done yet?

[JERRY BUTLER'S "ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Yeah.

Hold up, bitch. Let us clean off the table.

Shit, I've been waiting all day.

You got change for a 5? No. You got it.

You got change for a 5? Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Cheating me out of my goddamn money.

Shit. Gonna bust that head wide open, man.

Yeah. Yeah, I got something for you.

Say, Tat. Your lady here looks a little tired.

Tat keeping her up at night trying to knock the lining out that motherfucker.

Y'all are some damn motherfuckers, man.

-Fuck that shit. -Come on, deal the cards.

Look, man. Tonight you got the junk about two weeks.

Don't you think it's time you gave me my money?

Told you I ain't have your money yet, man.

Fuck you mean, you ain't got my money yet?

Everybody know you hid the money from that robbery before you went upstate.

I told you, motherfucker, I ain't got your money yet, man.

What the fuck you mean, you ain't got the money yet, motherfucker?

You best be coming up with my cash or else, you know what I'm saying?

Fuck you, Tat.

The fuck you think you is, man? Motherfucking Ron O'Neil or something?

Talking about I better pay or else.

I ain't your bitch, nigga.

What you gonna do?

What--? What am I--?

What am I going to do?

-Hold up, Tat. -Get the fuck out the way.

No, no, no. Don't squeeze that shit, man.

I'm supposed to be scared now, because you got a pistol?

I just spent five motherfucking years in the joint.

I told you I'd pay your monkey ass when I feel like it.

You better suck my dick.

-Suck on this, motherfucker! Damn.

Punk-ass, punk-ass fucking boy.

Tat, Tat, Tat, what the fuck, man?

-What the fuck--? -You owe me some money, motherfucker?

Hell, no, but here you go.

Hit me.

Here, take it.

Caine.

That was the first time I'd ever seen my father kill anybody.

But it wasn't the last.

-I got used to it, though. - Caine.

Caine.

KayDee.

-Boulevard South.

It occurred at the Flamingo entrance--

Suspect is....

Whatever you decide to do, remember what we learned.