Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whatever, man.
♪ With a right, left, right, left You're toothless ♪
♪ Eazy-E's on the set hyped up with the bass ♪
Plotz.
That's what we wanna do, Jerry. That's it.
- Of course I do. - So, what's different now? Huh?
♪ This Ls a chance This As a chance ♪
One time. One time.
We take this to the press and we show them...
- Oh, shit. There go Mr. Drummond. - Nah, nah.
♪ My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute ♪
I mean, you said hold up my side of the deal. You said put some money up.
I'm-a start my own company with Suge Knight, E.
Cruisin'. All right?
Turn around. Fingers behind your head.
Some have had run-ins with the law. That's certainly nothing new.
Yeah?
First thing we're gonna do- sue this ignorant fuck.
- ♪ I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin' ♪ - Yella!
- I know what I see. - And it ain't glamorous.
Plus, I got my woman and baby living there. it's hard, man.
What's up?
♪ Don't try to hang You best avoid ♪
Baby, you good?
They've all been found not guilty.
I'm starting fresh.
♪ Ice Cube fuckin' up the program ♪
- Go, Cube! Yella, get the fuck outta here. - Me too?
- Your name Felicia? - You forgot my name?
♪ I get by ♪♪
It's all right, man.
So what's up, man? You ready for Doo-To's?
"Fuck tha Police" is just a warning, that's it.
Long as I own the company. I know, I know.
♪ When I open up my book I think about the world later ♪
Body bag? Man, I don't know about that shit.
- Play that shit again! - Dre, you a fucking genius.
Dre!
- Yeah. - That's right.
You're kinda being a ho right now, Eric
- They lovin' that shit. - Hey, what's up, Cube?
Look, I heard you been, um, spending some time at your auntie house.
You're kinda being a ho right now, Hoscar.
♪ I know Eazy can see me now looking down through the clouds ♪
Tyree gonna always be with you. No matter what.
♪ Straight outta Compton Another crazy-ass nigga ♪
- Come on! - Eazy-E!
That shit's kinda funny.
- Just-- - Okay.
Dre has taught me a lot. Not just rap-wise,
Fuck that nigga Cube, man. Nigga ain't shit.
Fuck the police!
- Dude! - Get the fuck off me, man!
- Okay. - Officer, can you explain why you jackin' us right now?
Stop this nonsense now. Stop it.
Cube.
♪ Tryin' to sound like AmeriKKKa Most ♪
Some wack-ass lyrics though, man.
- Who this? - Eric.
- Eazy! - Get those hands in the air!
Uh, would it--
You know, if we bag all this shit up in ounces, we should probably be straight.
We gave the people truth.
♪ And not the other color so police think ♪
Eazy! Eazy!
I just came here to let you know, 'cause shit might get a little thick.
But long as we stay ready, we gonna know we gonna be on, man.
♪ I'm just, I'm just I'm just talking to my diary ♪
Come on!
I know what's good for Ruthless.
It's probably the worst case of police misconduct that I've ever seen.
Nah, nigga. Death Row, that's us.
Because Jerry made that possible for us.
♪ Sunshine ♪
We shouldn't have dissed each other in the first place.
- Wearing a Kangol don't make you LL Cool J, nigga. - Fuck you gonna do about it?
♪ Dre is just a nigga with heart A nigga that's smart ♪
I don't think so, okay?
♪ Straight outta I'm comin' straight outta Compton ♪
We've been performing on this tour for months- sellin' out shows, sellin' records.
Hell! They shootin'! Let's go!
I'm gonna make sure of that. Okay?
And curl activator.
That's Mr. Furley from Threeis Company.
Look, I ain't lookin' out for your ass no more, man.
We got business to take care of.
It's perhaps the most notorious police brutality case in recent memory.
You can't treat people like that and expect 'em not to rise up.
Okay?
♪ We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell ♪
Man, kiss my ass. This the only clean shit I had left.
♪ The police are gonna have to come and get me ♪
Cube?
Trying to get me sent to jail.
Tomica asking me all kind of questions about the house.
- Guys, this is Bryan Turner. - How you doin', fellas?
I've been calling you all day.
Tasha!
Eric.
Man, y'all niggas ain't making no music in here.
Hey, yo, slow your roll, Dre. Come on.
He all right. I guess.
It's your company. You the man.
- So, I thought your album was good, man. - Just good?
Hold it right there.
Now, you take a backseat to that shit, nigga.
We just need some time, that's all.
But now it's starting to get a little wild.
as the leader of the group N.W.A has revealed he has AIDS.
♪ California knows how to party ♪
♪ Fuck, fuck Fuck the police ♪
Trust is a motherfucker. Isn’t that right Jacob?
You're so much smarter than these fucking thugs.
It really ain't.
You what?
Sit down, Jerry.
- This Death Row. We about to do this shit. - That's what I'm talkin' about.
Write the song Grandmaster B, Shut the fukk up Grandmaster B Take these with you Grandmaster B, trying to be a Master P
♪ Compton and Long Beach together Now you know you in trouble ♪
Yo, man, you straight?
I'll be there in a minute. All right?
what kind of a unprepared sandbag reporter you are.
Andre, boy, don't play with me.
I'll buy that.
Y'all know what the motherfuckin' police tried to tell us backstage?
♪ That's why I'm sick of getting treated like a goddamn stepchild ♪
You know what, man? I know that you're upset.
- What up? - What's up, man?
let go get this moey show
I don't give a shit. Eric.
the number-one-requested song for six weeks and counting.
Don't be jumping to conclusions until you know for sure.
You know who it is.
Motts got somethin’ to say...
- That shit was dope, homey! - What's up, Cube?
If I had him out here, man.
I said, if I go down there, this'll start some shit.
'Cause this right here is a gift.
- So, you're leaving the group? - Yeah, I'm through with the bullshit.
I kill Crips for breakfast.
Come on! Get the fuck off me, man!
Man, it's stupid.
♪ Kilo G on trial Cold cut' a fart ♪
Shit tastes pretty good.
The fact is, Ren is as good a writer as Cube, maybe even better.
Think about it.
"A song recorded by the rap group N.W.A...
♪ So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold, yo, N.W.- ♪
Good. I'm about to go fuck.
Uh-oh. Really?
- ♪ When I didn't have it, you provided ♪ - ♪ You provided ♪
A rival gang drove up and shot them.
What, you trying to start a riot up in here?
Ok then
♪ A miracle of modern creation ♪
and to have Dre out there goin', "You ready?"
And to the punk-ass cop backstage--
but I know that this is special.
- It's the FBI, E. What you talking about? - This...
Cube. Get inside. Let's get back to work.
Jerry? E? Huh?
What you mean?
You can't blame yourself for that, Dre.
Man, you're so much fucking smarter than this.
- Absolutely. - Good.
I don't understand why the fuck you're not more angry about this.
You didn't think we saw that, huh? Let me see how you do that shit.
Fuck you, Suge!
♪ And on the other hand, without a gun, they can't get none ♪
This is not you. This is not you. Eric!
is guilty of using excessive force.
Um--
It's your money. You paying for it.
A'ight. Guess I'll see you soon.
Take these with you, Cube.
I'm out. I'm out of Death Row.
Yella. Yes, man. Come on.
- Now, I wrote a lot of hit songs. - Mm-hmm.
You know what? Whatever. Whatever.