Straight Outta Compton

Jerry Heller:
[from trailer] Let me tell you what I see here: a lot of raw talent. Swagger. Bravado. People are scared of you guys. They think you're dangerous, but the world needs to hear it.

Jerry Heller:
[from trailer] What's NWA stand for, anyway? "No Whites Allowed", something like that? *chuckles*

Eazy-E:
No... [pause] Niggaz Wit' Attitudes.

[N.W.A. kicks Felicia out of the party wearing nothing but underwear bottoms]

Ice Cube:
Bye, Felicia!

[N.W.A. closes the door on her]

Verna Griffin:
Spinning records ain't paying the bills around here.

Dr. Dre:
What are you talking about? I get paid.

Verna Griffin:
50 dollars? So that makes you rich?

Dr. Dre:
It's a start.

Ice Cube:
Yo, Dre.

Dr. Dre:
What up?

Ice Cube:
I got something to say.

Eazy-E:
They want N.W.A, let's give em N.W.A.

Eazy-E:
[doing a rap song] Cruising down the street in my '64

Dr. Dre:
That was dope, E. That sh*t was dope, man!

Ice Cube:
[watching a crowd destroy their records] Ain't that some sh*t? Speak a little truth and people lose their minds.

Eazy-E:
See, the truth is, they can do whatever they want with them. They bought them motherf***ers.

Eazy-E:
I liked 'Boyz 'n the Hood.'

Ice Cube:
You called it an Afterschool Special.

Eazy-E:
I like Afterschool Specials.

Eazy-E:
Hey, ya'll lookin for Felicia?

Felicia's Man:
She in there or what?

Eazy-E:
She kinda preoccupied with some real nigga dick.

Felicia's Man:
[Revealing the gun] The f*** you say little nigga?

Eazy-E:
[Comes out with a machine gun, Cube and Ren behind him with guns too] I said, she got a muthaf***in dick in her mouth nigga!

Ice Cube:
Eric, you're kind of being a hoe right now.

Suge Knight:
So whatchu gonna call that bullshit?

Dr. Dre:
Aftermath.

Ice Cube:
[Upset that Bryan hasn't paid him his money] You should've kept your word, Bryan.

[Smashes up Bryan's office]

Ice Cube:
[Cube is upset at the reporter asking questions about "F*** Tha Police", Cube's relationship with the Nation of Islam & his feelings about Jerry Heller, instead of asking about Rodney King] But I get it. The bigger the story, the bigger the check in your field of work. I shouldn't blame you, it's not your fault. What's your name? [extends his hand]

CNN Journalist:
Brian.

Ice Cube:
[retracts his hand] Eat a dick, Brian. Get the f*** out my house. Y'all done here.

Tupac:
What up, Dre?

Dr. Dre:
What up, Pac?

Tupac:
I was about to bust niggas in the mouth with this new album.

Dr. Dre:
I feel that.

Tupac:
Suge said you got some heat for a nigga.

Dr. Dre:
Hell yeah! [Plays Tupac a "California Love" Instrumental]

Dr. Dre:
F*** wit it.

Tupac:
California love.

Ice Cube:
F*** THE POLICE!

Jerry Heller:
You can't come down here and harass my clients because they're black!

[repeated line]

Dr. Dre:
That sh*t was DOPE!

[Eazy is in a hospital after collapsing in a recording session]

Tomica:
Aren't you gonna say something? What is it? A respiratory infection, pneumonia, what?

Young Doctor:
Yes, well, it is those things and more, I'm afraid. We ran a full blood battery and... I'm sorry, Mr. Wright, but you've tested positive for HIV.

Eazy-E:
Get the f*** outta here.

Tomica:
What?

Young Doctor:
The normal T-cell count is anywhere between 500 and 1500. Right now, your T-cell count is 14.

Eazy-E:
But I ain't no f*ggot.

Young Doctor:
No, Mr. Wright, actually the virus can be transmitted in quite a few ways, including unprotected heterosexual sex.

Eazy-E:
That's wrong. You... you gotta test that again. Test that again.

Young Doctor:
We've run the test five times, with five different samples, and the results remain.

Tomica:
Sh*t!

[Tomica storms out of the room]

Eazy-E:
She's pregnant, Doc! What does this mean?

Young Doctor:
It doesn't necessarily mean that she's contracted the virus, but... we'll have to test her, to be sure.

Eazy-E:
So what do we do? When do we start the the treatment? I mean, what... I gotta get healthy, I got things to do. I got... What's we supposed to do?

Young Doctor:
Mr. Wright, you need to understand that you are very, very sick.

Eazy-E:
But I don't even feel that bad Doc, don't tell me that.

Young Doctor:
With care, and palliative care, we can probably keep you comfortable for... maybe six months, at the very most.

[by this time, Eazy is in a deep panic and is beginning to cry]

Eazy-E:
Comfortable? What do you mean comfortable?

Young Doctor:
It's just a matter of time. I am, I am truly, truly sorry, Mr. Wright. I'll leave you time to process this.

[the doctor leaves the room, leaving Eazy helpless as he cries]

[Jerry Heller pauses No Vaseline, a diss track made by Ice Cube, after hearing him being mentioned as a Jew]

Dj Yella:
That's sh*t's kinda funny.

MC Ren:
The motherf***er got us! Yo what we 'bout to do?

Jerry Heller:
First thing we're gonna do, we're gonna sue this ignorant f***. That's what we're gonna do. Defamation of character, libel, I don't really care of that anti-Semitic piece of f***ing sh*t, who the f*** does he think he is? Unf***ing believable! That kind of f***ing bullshit! Jew bashing bullshit! You know what, I'll call up my friends at the J.D.L. They'll handle him, we'll see how much he likes that.

Eazy-E:
Jerry, you gotta relax. Alright? Niggas don't even know what anti-Semitic means anyway, it's a f***ing battle rap.

Jerry Heller:
C'mon, Eric, we gotta get organised. We gotta fight this kind of ignorant f***ing bullshit. You know what? I always knew he was a hateful human being. This is your ignorant sh*t. He calls it political? This is ignorant sh*t! I always knew it. Now the whole world is gonna know. I'm gonna make sure of that, okay? I don't understand why the f*** you're not more angry about this? Did you hear what he said?

Eazy-E:
I heard what he said.

Jerry Heller:
DID YOU HEAR WHAT HE SAID?

Eazy-E:
I heard what he said!

Jerry Heller:
About you? About me? Come on!

Eazy-E:
You got your way of dealing with it, I got mine. We could just go to the studio and just end his f***ing career anyway.

Dj Yella:
I don't know about all that.

Jerry Heller:
Fine. You'll do that. You call Dre and you guys go do that! Do something.

[N.W.A have been warned not to perform F*** tha Police. This takes place after they perform Straight Outta Compton]

Ice Cube:
Hey, hold on, hold on! Y'all know what the motherf***in' police tried to tell us back stage?

Dr. Dre, Audience:
What?

Ice Cube:
They tried to tell us what the f*** we can't play.

Audience:
[boos]

Ice Cube:
Motherf***ers tryin' to tell us what the f*** we can't say. This N.W.A.!

Audience:
[cheers]

Ice Cube:
We do what the f*** we wanna do. We say what the f*** we wanna say! So everybody, put them middle fingers high in the sky. And to the punk-ass cop backstage... Yo, Dre?

Dr. Dre:
What up?

Ice Cube:
I got somethin' to say.

[NWA performs F*** tha Police but get interrupted halfway]

[Eric is upset that Jerry had embezzled money from him]

Eazy-E:
Here's what's about to happen. I'm gonna get N.W.A back together. And you ain't gonna have nothing to do with it this time.

Jerry Heller:
Why the f*** can you even say something like that? What the f*** is going on with you, man? I know what's good for you, I know what's good for Ruthless, and we have worked up a trust after years of hard work and that trust is our foundation, Eric. I don't give a sh*t.

[Eric is coughing]

Jerry Heller:
[concerned] Eric? How is it man? Are you okay?

Eazy-E:
Trust? Trust is a muthaf***a!

Jerry Heller:
Is it? May I ask you something? Eric, If what I'm doing is so illegal, how come I've never been sued? If I'm such a f***ing thief, such a liar, such a motherf***er, how come nobody's ever come to collect? Because this is business. And this is how it works. And it's not always pretty, no. Do I cover my own ass? Do I cover my own end? Absolutely. But don't you dare f***ing tell me that I have not taken care of you. Don't you f***ing tell me that I've not had your back from day one! DAY ONE!

Eazy-E:
Is this taking care of me?

Jerry Heller:
Are you f***ing kidding me? It's taking care of the whole f***ing thing! It's business! [repeating what he said earlier] And this is how it works. Have I covered my end? Do I cover my ass? Absolutely. But don't you dare f***ing tell me that I have not taken care of you.

Eazy-E:
Is this business too?

Jerry Heller:
Yes, this is business, this is how f***ed up it can get. But I didn't start this! I didn't f*** it up! You did!

Eazy-E:
No, you did. You're fired, Jerry.

[Eric leaves Jerry's house]

Ice Cube:
I'd rather be broke than get f***ed.

Dr. Dre:
[NWA arrives back in L.A from the tour, Dre & Cube get off the bus] So Cube, we gonna keep this momentum going or what?

Ice Cube:
Nah, not like this. I'd rather be broke than to get f***ed. I told you not to sign that sh*t, Dre.

Dr. Dre:
Nigga, I got bills to pay. And you know that! Plus you know I gotta money in my mom's hand from when Tyree passed.

Ice Cube:
Yeah, I feel you. We gotta do what we gotta do. You they bread and butter, they're gonna take care of you.

Dr. Dre:
Cube, we ruthless.

Ice Cube:
WE N.W.A. [looks at Eazy and Jerry] THEY Ruthless. [man picking up Ice Cube asks him if he's coming] Aight I'm about to head out. [daps up Dre] take care of yourself, Dre.

Dr. Dre:
Peace.

[Cube gets into the car as Dre watches and sighs]

Jerry Heller:
[Ice Cube enters a dimly lit room] Good to see you, Cube

Ice Cube:
I can barely see you, Jerry. What's with all the Godfather sh*t?

Jerry Heller:
[chuckles] Okay. I know that you've been very eager to sign a contract with Eric's company, Ruthless Records [hands Cube the contract]

Ice Cube:
Eric's company... ain't it your company, too?

Jerry Heller:
That's incorrect. It's not my company. I work for you.

Ice Cube:
You work for me?

Jerry Heller:
Uh-huh. I've made that clear from the beginning

Ice Cube:
All right, cool. So I can take this to a lawyer or something, right?

Jerry Heller:
Cube, those guys are paid to make trouble. They're gonna create problems, where no problems exist.

Ice Cube:
Jerry you know I don't know what none of this legal sh*t means! All right, none of us do. So we gonna need a lawyer before we sign anything.

Jerry Heller:
Everybody else has already signed. I thought you knew this. You're the only one who hasn't. [Cube shuffles through the contract, somewhat stunned] There's also this... [presents Cube with a check] $75,000. [retreats the check as Cube reaches for it] Sign the contract, and all this money is yours.

Ice Cube:
That's my money anyway, Jerry! I earned that money! Now I wrote a lot of hit songs. We've been on this tour for months, selling out shows, selling records. I know it's plenty of money!

Jerry Heller:
Really? [chuckles] Jesus Christ.

Ice Cube:
Gimme my money, Jerry.

Jerry Heller:
How the hell do you think this works? How the hell do you think all of this gets paid for? The hotel rooms, the tour buses, security, the parties, all this sh*t. How do you think it gets paid for, you think it's free?

Ice Cube:
Why are you doing this now? If we were so good, why didn't you give us contracts in the beginning?

Jerry Heller:
Because nothing is a sure thing, Cube. Even a great talent can crash and burn. Too much ego, too much excess, too many expectations. It tends to ruin things. You oughta keep that in mind. [Jerry and Cube tensely glare at each other]

Ice Cube:
This Eric's company, right? Bye Jerry [tosses contract on the table] I'm out.

Bryan Turner:
So you're leaving the group?

Ice Cube:
Yeah, I'm through with the bullshit! Eazy put everything on Jerry, Jerry put everything on Eazy. It's a two-man show up there, ain't no f***in' group.

Bryan Turner:
I get that, but I need you to understand that you are walking away from a winning situation. Now how do you feel about this Kim, do you think he's making a mistake?

Ice Cube:
A mistake?

Bryan Turner:
Yes!

Kim:
I don't think so. I mean, after hearing all the stuff that he went through, I would've left too.

Bryan Turner:
Look, Cube I want you to express yourself. And I'm your biggest fan, I believe in you, but... I just want you to know that there is not a lot of money in this solo play. But if the first album hits, I will make it up to you on the second.

Ice Cube:
[gets up, shakes hands with Bryan] Be ready, Bryan. This record's comin' in fast.

Eazy-E:
[monologue plays of Cube recording "The Nigga Ya Love To Hate" off his hit record, "AmeriKKKas' Most Wanted" and Dre nodding his head to it as he drives into Eazy's Wild n' Wet Party] [concerned] You know Cube's record is in the Top 20 Billboard right now? Our sh*t never been up there. He blowin the f*** up, Jerry.

Jerry Heller:
It's gonna be fine, Eric. It's not just N.W.A anymore, it's our whole Ruthless roster. We got D.O.C., we got Michel'le, we got Above The Law, we're moving up to the next level. You know what, sit down for two seconds.

Eazy-E:
Look, we need to keep Dre happy

Jerry Heller:
Yeah. Look at him, you think he needs any more motivation than that?

Eazy-E:
I mean, I get it Jerry. He drownin in p*ssy and sh*t, but that don't mean that he...

Jerry Heller:
You-you worry too much. Stop okay?

Eazy-E:
Yeah, all right.

Jerry Heller:
Here, sign some checks.

Eazy-E:
Right now, Jerry? Oh c'mon!

Jerry Heller:
Yes, right now, you're gonna be outta your mind later, do it now. Y'know, the fact is Ren is as good of a writer as Cube, maybe even better. They got everything covered. [points to contract] Just the last one. Okay?

Eazy-E:
Yeah. We finished here, Jerry?

Jerry Heller:
We're finished.

Eazy-E:
Good. I'm about to go f***. [sighs] All right?

Jerry Heller:
Yeah. [cut to monologue of Suge approaching Dr. Dre & D.O.C and briefly conversating while glaring at Jerry, much to Jerry's concern & disdain]

Eazy-E:
[N.W.A is in the studio recording their first diss track to Ice Cube, Real Niggaz] See that sh*t right there, that's what I'm talkin about. F*** that nigga Cube, man. Nigga ain't sh*t!

Dr. Dre:
How you figure, man? His record the hottest sh*t out right now, E.

Dj Yella:
Yeah man, for real Cube killed that sh*t.

Eazy-E:
So we supposed to just sit there, and not say nothin' and look like b*tches and just take it?

D.O.C.:
[inebriated] Take what? I don't give a f*** what you talkin' about. I like that sh*t. [bumps into Eazy, mumbles] clown-ass.

Eazy-E:
Why you drunk all the goddamn time? You need to get your sh*t together. Youse a muthaf***in artist, if you ain't noticed.

D.O.C.:
How about you get your sh*t together, little nigga. [to the woman with him] C'mon.

Eazy-E:
[to Dre] How about you get your country-ass homeboy?

MC Ren:
[fades to Ren still rapping his verse]..."cause the vocals were local in nightclubs, and not gettin' paid in full. They got the nerve to cuss, only reason niggas pick up your record is 'cause they thought it was us". [referring to Cube]

Suge Knight:
[Dre meets up with Suge in the hospital to visit The D.O.C. who had just been in a car accident] DOC shouldn't even be alive. Got thrown out of a car, hit a tree.

Dr. Dre:
Is he paralyzed?

Suge Knight:
Nah. But his throat got crushed. He could lose his career over this. Where your people? Where Eazy and Jerry?

Dr. Dre:
How the f*** should I know?

Suge Knight:
Come here. [in the hallway] What you know about Jerry? What you think about him?

Dr. Dre:
He all right. I guess.

Suge Knight:
What about your paperwork? You cool with that?

Dr. Dre:
[pause] I think.

Suge Knight:
You think?

Dr. Dre:
Look, I just focus on the music, Suge. That's it.

Suge Knight:
You see that motherf***er in there? Gotta make sure it don't happen to you, man.

Dr. Dre:
Hey, um... maybe-maybe some of your people can look into my paperwork too.

Suge Knight:
Most definitely. I'll arrange. Go see ya boy.

Eazy-E:
[Eazy is in the studio, "Appetite for Destruction playing in the background] [cuts off music] So what's up? When you talked to me on the phone, man you sounded pretty worked up.

Dr. Dre:
Yeah I know you don't like hearing this sh*t... it's about Jerry. We gotta get rid of that motherf***er, E.

Eazy-E:
[sighs] That's really why you came here? I thought all this sh*t was in the past, Dre.

Dr. Dre:
This some real sh*t, man. And the sh*t been happening since the beginning. I had some people look into this, I ain't been getting my fair share-...

Eazy-E:
Do you even know why you rich though? Do you know why you got a big ass house and you ain't sleeping on your auntie couch no more? Because Jerry made that possible for us. He kicked down the door for that sh*t to happen. For us! And you just gonna turn your back on him? What, you Cube now?

Dr. Dre:
Cube was right, fool! E, look at the papers, man and you'll see what the f*** I'm talking about. And forget about Jerry, man! You keep talking about 'Jerry this, Jerry that'. We didn't make it because of Jerry, we made it because our sh*t is dope! And we can keep going, E. We can own the goddamn world, but we just can't be f***ing with him no more! Man, we started this N.W.A sh*t. I just want it to be right.

Eazy-E:
And this what you think right? Turnin' your back on someone after all he done for us.

Dr. Dre:
You mean all he done for you. Right? Look at me. Look at me. When Tyree died, you said we was always gonna be brothers. But I guess you forgot about that. Ima start my own company with Suge Knight, E. Thought we were brothers, man. [tosses papers and leaves]

[N.W.A have been warned not to perform F*** tha Police.]

Ice Cube:
Hey, hold on, hold on! Y'all know what the motherfuckin' police tried to tell us back stage?

Dr. Dre, Audience:
What?!

Ice Cube:
They tried to tell us...what the f*** we can't play. [audience angrily boos] Motherfuckers tried to tell us...what the f*** we can't say! [audience still boos] This N.W.A.! [audience cheers wildly] We do what the f*** we wanna do; We say what the f*** we wanna say! So everybody, put them middle fingers high in the sky. And to the punk-ass cop backstage-- [audience boos the police with their middle fingers raised, and cheer and whistle for N.W.A] Yo, Dre.

Dr. Dre:
What up?

Ice Cube:
I got somethin' to say.

[Dre scratches vinyl record in rhythm]

Ice Cube: [rapping] F*** the police coming straight from the underground, A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown. And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minority. F*** that sh*t, 'cause I ain't the one For a punk motherf***er with a badge and a gun To be beating on, and thrown in jail. We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

[Cube is annoyed by a reporter's insistence on discussing more controversial aspects of his career, while ignoring the recent Rodney King beating.]

Ice Cube:
But I get it. The bigger the story, the bigger the check in your field of work. I shouldn't blame you, it's not your fault. [Extends hand] What's your name?

Reporter:
Brian.

[Cube retracts hand]

Ice Cube:
Eat a dick, Brian. Get the f*** out of my house. Y'all done here.

[Last lines; Dr. Dre is leaving Death Row Records to form his own label, much to Suge Knight's chagrin.]

Suge Knight:
Whatcha gonna call that bullshit?

Dr. Dre:
Aftermath.