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Fuck, man.
Goddamn it!
We've had days where we've done six of these in one day.
-Six? -Six of them.
Just me and Matt before-- When he was around more.
-Oh, man. -Yeah.
Sometimes people ask me, "Can I buy half a pig?"
"Can I get some of that?"
So I raise an extra one for a family member or a close friend.
-Right. -And we make a few bucks.
Now, the absolute most important thing ever...
is the bile sac.
-The bile sac? -Yeah. If you were to break that...
It's such-- It's like yellow, ugly shit
that will taint the meat and make it not edible.
Right.
It's critical, so I don't know if you feel like it,
-but if you don't mind holding this. -Got you.
-Yeah. -Got it?
I got it. We're good.
-Sawzall! -Goddamn!
I got it. I got my green shot right there.
J-rod, motherfucker! What's up, brother?
-How you doing, baby? -It's been a while.
Good to see you.
-What's up? Merc. -How's it going?
-It's good to meet you. -Good to meet you!
You won't believe what he helped me with.
-It was fucked up. -It's right there. Try it.
They're serving up the other ones, the green ones.
No pork on my fork, but have at it.
Cheers.
To la finca.
-What? -La finca, the farm.
I didn't know that one.
So here's the deal.
I just went into the bathroom...
I swear to God, bro.
I swear this to God.
I go in the bathroom...
to go to the bathroom. I feel this thing on me--
-Number one or number two? -Number one.
I'm feeling this thing on me, and I'm getting really nervous,
and I'm, like, okay, it's pretty big.
For real.
-Bob, look. -Dude!
It was-- I had a bloated tick on my something!
-A what? -A tick!
-It was buried in me on my something. -What's this--?
-Time-out. What the fuck is a "some-tine"? -A something. His freaking "something."
-Your dick? -Yeah, man.
-You had a tick on your dick? -On my dick! I did.
How did you not know this?
They're pretty cool at what they do. They're quiet. They don't go:
Did you, would you, could you?
-I'm, like, oh, my God. -Oh, yeah, Bob.
-So far, so good. We good, man. -Yeah.
-Goddamn, Bob. -Goddamn, man.
-You high, man? -Yeah. Yeah.
Hi, this is Mercury Maxwell.
I'm staying down at the house.
I just wanted to let you know that we had a tree fall down today.
And it's in the backyard, but give me a call when you can.
Shit!
What up? It's your boy, Money Merc.
Live from the middle of the fucking woods...
working on this new album right quick, man.
Don't know where the fuck I'm at,
at an undisclosed location, but let me show you.
Out here, baby.
Out here. What you know about that?
Nah, I ain't no country boy, but it's cool out here though.
I'm fucking with it. Like I said,
I'm just getting some new vibes for the album.
You know, new shit going down. Don't even trip.
"When can I come to Brazil?"
Shit, anytime.
Y'all got that ass in Brazil. You already know, shit.
"I'm a 14-year-old rapper with sick beats and hard rhymes.
Shout me out, Lil' Stank."
Lil' Stank, that's your name, my nigga?
Do you shit on yourself? Do you wear diapers?
What the fuck is a Lil' Stank?
I'm fucking with it though.
Keep grinding though. Go check out Lil' Stank.
"You soft as hell. Just telling you how it is."
You bitch-ass nigga. Where the fuck you from?
Ohio or some shit like that?
Monkey-ass nigga, man.
Motherfuckers always coming in here, talking shit,
but it's crazy 'cause when y'all see a motherfucker on the street,
it'd be all smiles.
But it's all good though.
"Lil' AK-47 son'd you in the new video."
Fuck AK-47, man!
How the fuck AK-47 son'd me and I'm the father of this shit?
Man can't "son" me. Nigga's a bitch. Fuck blood.
It's all good. I ain't got to respond to bitch-ass niggas like that.
Like I said, album on the way, we flaming that fuck-boy on every track.
It's going down. I ain't worried about shit.
You already know how Blood Money Merc do when I get in that mode, so...
It is what it is. Anyway, man.
Album on the way, man. I'm checking out. Peace.
Okay, fine. I got it. I'm going on break.
Hey, yo! Excuse me. Shit.
-Can you help me? -Sure.
I got a leak in the kitchen of this house I'm renting, and...
I need a P-trap, and I don't know if I need "1 ¼" or "1 ½".
-Okay, I think-- -It's for the kitchen, so...
It could be either. I think it just depends on the sink.
Shit. I should have brought the pipe.
You can get both and return whatever you don't use.
Yeah, I guess I got to do that.
My husband's a logger. He uses these.
-Yeah? -You a logger?
-Not quite. -Okay.
You look familiar.
-Were you in movies? -Nah.
-TV? -Nah. Actually...
-I make music. I'm a rapper. -Oh, really?
Yeah.
-Can I ask you a question? -What's that?
What's the difference between hip-hop and rap?
Rap is like the music, the sub-genre of it,
and hip-hop is like the whole culture, I guess.
So hip-hop is more like the young kids do
and rap is for seasoned?
I mean, I don't really think it has an age bracket on it.
Think everybody kind of loves it, you know?
Okay.
Jill, can you switch with Sue? Like, just change spots. All right.
That is significantly better.
Everyone smile. Okay, good.
Three, two, one. Cheese!
-You didn't kill that pig. -I did.
The nigga asked me to help him slaughter the pig and I did it.
What the fuck? It wasn't shit.
I thought it was gonna be a big deal, but it wasn't. It actually was easy.
All right. Well, whatever it takes. As long as you're not isolating.
I want to make sure you're feeling right, feeling ready to get back into writing.
'Cause you've been up there three weeks now.
I'll give you another month, but--
Ain't no motherfucking timeline, nigga.
How are you going to tell me you're gonna give me a month?
Y'all can't rush this shit, man.
Y'all keep always trying to turn a motherfucker creativity
on and off like a light switch. It don't work like that.
You know what I'm saying?
-I'm tired-- -I hear you.
I'm tired of this rap shit anyway. What if I don't turn the album in?
No, no.
What if I don't even turn the album in? They gonna sue me?
The label's a bitch, right?
But it's a bitch we both got to deal with on some level.
Let me handle them. Don't be even thinking about that.
I just want your truth. Whatever magic happens up in that place
with you being sort of away from all that's been stressing you out,
that's what I want to hear about.
I just don't want you sinking into the mental space
you were in before I sent you up there, you know what I mean?
The whole point of being up there is to get out of that head. I know.
I'm surprised. You just...
You know, when you were little, I had to drag you outdoors.
What am I going to do in the projects of Chicago,
-go outside and get shot? -Yeah.
This is a little different.
Yeah, it's definitely different.
Just good to get some fresh air.
Kind of hit mute on everything.
Nobody out here, not a nigga in sight.
Only thing you got to worry about out here is them bears.
-What bears? -Bears all around.
-What, here? -Yeah. You wanted to go on a hike.
But you didn't say nothing about no bears!
Nah, don't hold me. If a bear get on you, hey...
Hey, Mama, I love you, but if a bear jump out,
it's every man for themselves.
I know you got my back.
There are no bears out here.
If they come out, just ball up in the foetal position.
Then they won't-- They might not do nothing to you. That's what I heard.
-Bob tell you that? -Nah.
All right, so is it hot?
I'll put some onions in if it's hot.
I don't like onions. But you need them, so let's run with it.
Since when don't you like onions?
It ain't my thing. I don't like the texture.
You've eaten onions.
You don't even know when the onions are in there.
I don't like the texture of onion.
-Back up. -Back it on up!
Back up. All right.
I'm just gonna put half the onions in here.
Just 'cause I don't want to hear it.
It's your world. It's your world, shawty.
-Yes. It's my world. -It's your world.
He's a bitch! He's a bitch-made bitch.
If that album says anything about fucking drugs,
hos, bitches, and fucking selling crack, fuck that,
because you're out in the fucking woods!
There's no fucking way that you're fucking real!
Come to the fucking hood.
Come on, Mama. What's up?
If you're a fan of his, comment down below. Whatever.
Where you on your way to?
I'll stop back down at Aunty's
and pick my stuff up,
then I'm going to head on back to my house.
Good old Evanston.
Who could've thought?
Ain't got a lot of our kind out there, that's for sure.
I love my house, and I love the new people I'm getting to...
That's good. That's good.
Surprised?
Everybody need a change of scenery from time to time.
How many Black farmers you know?
-None. -Exactly.
How many Black people you know producing and, you know, cultivating their own food?
-None. -There ain't a lot.
-No. -Exactly.
-You know? -Look at you.
Just a thought, you know?
Bob?
-Big Bob, what up, playboy? -Merc!
I don't know, man. I'm beat.
-What's going on? -How you doing, man?
-Good. I'm chilling. -Good to see you.
I don't know, just having a tough morning.
Got so many animals, it's driving me nuts. I got cows, three of them had babies.
I got to have three more. They'll go any minute.
I got 16 turkeys.
I got 35 broiler chickens I got to hang up on Monday.
I got laying hens... and some doves.
And then I got to find some way to go up the road
and cut 25 trees on the ground to make money.
That sound like a lot. Need some help?
You don't have to. You helped me last week.
I know, man, but, you know,
I'll be here for a minute...
so I figured I might as well come give you a hand.
My grandfather used to have farmland.
I'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't interested in it.
So, you know, me helping you is like helping me.
What you say?
The fuck?
You got to help me get this in these buckets.
-Or this bucket, anyway. -What is this shit?
Pig food, man.
-Pig food? -I know, it's too good for them, huh?
You got bagels, French toast, Ring Dings. You kidding me?
-Honey buns. -Yodels.
-Pancakes. -Pancakes?
-Fucking pancakes, dude. Yeah. -That's crazy.
Throwing away all this good shit.
I know, but at least it's outdated.
And nobody gets to use it 'cause they can't sell it.
As soon as it's one day old, they say, no, you got to get rid of it.
I've been lucky for almost a year now,
getting this from them, and they're going out of business.
-Outdated? -Yeah, it sucks.
-Tastes good though, right? -Tastes all right to me.
All right, motherfuckers! Let's get it.
Motherfucker! Oink, motherfucker. Come on, oink, motherfucker.
Come on. Let's get this shit. There we go, yeah!
Yeah!
Come on. Fuck with me. Fuck with me.
Motherfucker!
Sounds like the turkeys are liking you too.
Bacon, motherfucker. I want some turkey bacon next!
-They're liking it. -You got to give me new shoes.
This shit getting my shit all fucked up.
Yeah.
Fuck with me You put a thousand feet up in the dirt
A thousand rounds A thousand grams
I got a thousand percs
Fresh out the pan Ain't need no deal
'Cause I was serving work
Sign my record contract in blood Blood Money Merc
Used to keep a brick in the truck Like I ain't give a fuck
Got some head right up top I sent some bitches up
Dropped the nine piece in the Rex I fucked the kitchen up
Did a double date with two bitches Don't post no pictures up
Sort of like Goldie how I mack a ho
I'm dressing up Cinderella She was a rat before
These studio gangster-ass niggas Ain't serve a pack before
Bitch, I made my first couple million Off of the crack and blow, nigga
Off of the crack flow
The crack flow
Serving that dope Like I ain't rap before
Like I ain't never Lived the trap before
Yeah
Sort of like Goldie how I mack a ho
Dressing up Cinderella She was a rat before
Goldie, how I mack a ho
Made my first couple million Off of the crack and blow
Sort of like Goldie, how I mack a ho
Selling a pack before
Serve a pack before
K-Boss, K-Boss.
Come on.
Come on, baby. Come on. Come on, baby. Yeah.
Yes, put them all on the list.
If you want, you know, message them at 6 p.m.
Yeah, 6 p.m. I will make a public statement regarding--
Yeah. All right. I got to go. Bye. Yo!
You shitting me, dude, with this?
-What is this shit, bro? No. -What you doing at my house?
-The fuck you doing here? -What the fuck is this?
-What? -What is this tweet?
You don't do this on your own.
-You got high last night? Fucked up? -Do it on my own?
What the fuck you talking about?
You consult with me. That's why I'm calling you.
Consult? I don't have to consult shit. Who the fuck you think you talking to?
You see my name on your phone, you don't answer--
Who the fuck you talking to?
-Who the fuck you talking to? -Fuck yourself.
-What? Fuck, what? -Fuck you, man.
-Fuck, what?
-Fuck you, motherfucker. Fuck what? -Come on!
-Let's go! I'm right here! -I'll smoke your motherfucking ass.
-Watch who the fuck you talking to. -I ain't afraid of you.
You can put your hands on me, do whatever you want.
I'm not gonna leave.
I'm here for you, bro!
I hate to say it. I hate to see it. You're going to lose everything.
I'm here for your houses.
You live on credit, like the rest of these motherfuckers do.
I'm here for your car. I'm here for your mom's house.
We worked so fucking hard to get that house!
I'm not supposed to bring this up but, yo, you got child support payments, bro.
Where's your shit? I'm saying, send me a dummy track.
Send me something stupid, just so I can satiate them,
just so they'll calm down. They're breathing down my neck.
Then I wake up, and fucking, yo, "I'm quitting,
I'm never fucking coming back," whatever this fucking--
I got the press calling me and I can't even talk to you?
I can't even get you on the phone to say, "What is this about?
How do I explain this?"
You're lucky I didn't put out a statement on your behalf
without consulting you.
Take your time. But deliver.
You got to focus. You have a goal here. That's why we're up here.
I know you're not up here for the weather.
Whatever, you made a friend. Good, I'm glad you made a friend.
But that's a distraction right now.
If you ain't Money Merc, who are you?
I'm hungry as fuck.
I'm going inside. I'm going to get myself a sandwich.
And we got to sit down and talk about this shit, dude.
-He's a big boy. -Thank you.
-He can do whatever he wants. -Oh, no, thank you.
-How old are you, Bob, 86? -Yeah.
Come on, man. Don't push it, bro.
-I'm turning 71 next week. -Damn.
Yeah, you want to look like this when you're 71?
-You won't look like this. -You're right.
-You'll be an old, fat motherfucker. -Leave him alone, Bob.
No, let me just say something right here.
When I turn 98, I hope I look just like you.
-All right? -You look good.
-You ever see anything like this? -What are you showing us?
You know what I'm saying?
-Sexy Bob. -This is Bob. He can't help himself.
-Cheers to Bob. -It's for the sake of the party.
-I don't want to be a spoiled... -To Bob.
Bob, my darling.
The night was mighty dark
And you could hardly see
For the moon refused to shine
A couple sitting Underneath the willow tree
For love, they pined
Little maid Was kind of afraid of darkness
So she said, I guess I'll go
Boy began to sigh Looked up at the sky
Told the moon his little tale of woe
Hey.
Whoa, shine on
Shine on, harvest moon
Up in the sky
I ain't had no loving since
January, February, June, or July
Snow time ain't no time
To stay outdoors and spoon
So shine on
Shine on, harvest moon
For me and my gal
Told you, man! Told you!
What do you think about that?
Thank you for listening. Man, what do you think?
-That was pretty solid, right? -Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Hell, yeah, that was solid.
Your voice is angelic to say the least, you know what I mean?
It ain't the type of music I do, gangster rap.
But, you know, you got your own lane.
-It's cool. -Yeah?
There it is.
Angelic.
-Yeah. -Angelic.
-That's good. -What'd you think about your mom's songs?
Are you kidding? You're gorgeous.
Thank you for asking. That's very nice.
Wandering but I'm never lost
Wandering but I'm never lost, nigga
Where I'm from, you have to push a pack Just to be the boss, nigga
Where I'm from, they have to push it back Just to be the boss
Money Merc Never taking a fucking loss
Fuckin' these pussy niggas off Running these pussy niggas off
Wandering, but I'm never lost
Nigga, where I'm from They have to push a pack to be the boss
Nigga
Bitch nigga
Pussy nigga
AK, pussy nigga
Bitch nigga
Pussy nigga
Wish to fuck a nigga would
Fuck nigga wish that he could
Money Merc, bitch
That sandwich good as hell from the gas station. What the fuck?
Okay, I got behind them.
I'm heading them towards you. Just stay wide!
-I thought this fence was electric. -Goddamn it.
K-Boss, come on, come on.
Give him some room!
Baby bull, baby bull, baby bull!
-Come on, come on! -K-Boss!
-Come on, come on. Let's go, let's go! -K-Boss!
Let's go, let's go! Come on.
K-Boss, K-Boss.
Yeah, man!
-I do this shit. I do this shit. -You can do it!
What comes to mind now?
Immortal Technique. Revolutionary Vol 2.
It's on now, motherfucker Lock and load
I'm at the point of no return I can never come back
Life without parole Upstate shackled and trapped
Living in a hole Looking at the world through a crack
Fuck that I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped
The government's trying to murder me
Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon B
And I don't know Where the fuck I'm at right now
Damn, that's some deep shit, Bob.
You got flow. I see you rocking that a little bit.
I tell you what, man. Help me out.
Man, you gotta loosen up.
-Quit being so goddamn tense. -Tense?
-Yeah, man. -What's the secret?
You rapping that old, tense-ass, tight-ass shit, man.
-You preaching. -What's the secret?
Nobody wants to hear all that shit all the time, Bob.
-What's the fucking secret? -That's cool, but just jam.
Jam with it. Keep it smooth. You know what I'm saying?
Jam with it. Clap.
Clap. Clap.
-I'm feeling a little loose. -Be smooth with it.
Be smooth with it
Bring your bitch to the farm And the bitch get naked
When you fuck with Big Bob Nigga, shit get hectic
When you fuck with Big Bob Man, the bitch get naked
When you fuck with Big Bob Man, your bitch better check it
Wreck it
Check yourself
Big Bob, never wreck yourself
Yeah, I said, check yourself
Big Bob on the farm Never wreck yourself
Don't be booting a ho
I say Don't make me put this boot in a ho
Me and Bob, we be tootin' the blow
On the farm with them thangs, yeah And the cow got them thangs, yeah
Real smooth with it Getting real smooth with it
Jam, Bob, go ahead.
Revolutionary Vol 2.
Forget you, with this revolutionary shit, man.
Life is good, man.
Life is good.
-Not like that. -Fucking revolutionary, man.
What's one plus one?
That's two, and you know what ten plus ten is?
What's ten plus ten? You that far ahead? What's ten plus ten?
Twenty!
What? All right, I got a hard one for you.
What's 200 plus 100?
We did not learn that yet.
What's two plus one?
That is three!
Okay. So 200 plus 100 is what?
We-- I already told you, we didn't learn that yet.
Well, learn it. It's 300.
-Hi, how are you? -I'm all right.
-What are you looking for? -Snow shovels.
-We don't have them stocked yet. -Oh, yeah?
-No. -It must not be cold yet.
-Something else I can help you with? -Oh, I'm just gonna browse around.
What's up?
What are you looking at, you Larry-David-looking motherfucker?
You're fucked up.
-Hey. -Oh, you at work today, huh?
-Yeah. -Middle of the week, just at work, huh?
Hi.
-What's going on? How you been? -Good. How are you?
-I'm good. I'm just chilling. -I'm about to take a break. You wanna go?
How you spell your name?
It look like, Michelle-a...
Michelle. Why do they call you Michael?
I love talking about how to spell my name and say my name.
Nobody ever asks me, so thank you.
-Your parents must have wanted a boy. -They must have.
I feel like they were disappointed in many ways.
Yeah.
-How you liking country life? -It's cool.
I've been learning a lot on the farm with Bob.
Yeah. My granddad used to have a farm.
Like down south in Mississippi, but...
Got you.
My family never, like, took me to meet him, or anything like that,
so I don't really know too much about him.
Now you're exploring your farming roots.
Something like that.
-Damn. -I guess you could say that.
I can't wait to get out of this fucking town.
-Yeah, and go where? -Anywhere.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Anyway...
You really need that snow shovel?
-That...? -What?
Maybe when the snow hit, I'll come back and get it.
-Okay. You were coming to... -Yeah.
...window-shop today?
Maybe.
Should I get your number?
You think I just give my number out like that?
-Oh, okay. -Who do you think I am?
So next time you come to look at snow shovels,
maybe we can talk about if you wanna hang out then.
Got you.
Nice to see you.
Play some other shit.
Wait, hold up.
-Play some other shit. -Nah?
-Play another one. -All right.
This shit's dope.
This is some regal shit.
Yeah.
Pop.
Pop-pop.
No, fuck that.
-Nah? -One more. Play another one.
All right.
-Come on, Leon. What's up, man? -I got you. I got you. Here we go.
-Gotta feel it. -This guy's it. Come on.
That's--
Plus, we don't--
We don't have to clear this. There's no samples.
That shit too happy. Nah, man. Go back to the first one.
-All right. -Fuck that shit.
Gang, gang
Yeah
Keep doing it, bitch
Keep blowing it, bitch
The heroin drop in the pot Got a one, put a two in it, bitch
You know I'm the shit I'm true in the shit
If I hit a bitch nigga Smack dead in the face
You'll be suing this bitch Like what, yeah
Ride by and I throw a gang sign
Slide by in the 8-5 Never let a bitch nigga take mine
Stay high, ride by in the 8-5 Throw a gang sign, nigga
I'm chilling, man.
Yo, that was dope, but we should--
Let's try and do some... 'Cause that sounds like your last record.
I'm just saying that-- What you're rapping about.
My last record?
-Yeah. -When was your last?
That beat is good. It's okay, but really, I'm making the beat.
-I'm doing what I'm doing to-- -I mean...
I'm enhancing you.
My last record. When was your last shit?
It's only...
-Really? -I mean...
That's where we're going with it?
I'm just saying, like, let's do something that's a little different.
-Nigga, you're just like all these-- -We could just... We could, I mean--
All y'all white boys in the industry
always trying to make a nigga change his style.
-I mean... -The fuck going on, man?
That's dope too, but--
Why you want me to change my motherfucking style, nigga?
The shit that got me here got me here.
I'm saying, we just go, like, a little left.
Maybe we need to go a little different on the beats.
Well, you know...
Like you said, man, niggas trying to make hits.
Yeah, but, I mean, hits...
You know, hits ain't coming from the same--
We can't follow the same formula and then it's a hit.
You know? You already had hits. It's the same shit.
The shit I've been doing been putting them plaques on the wall.
-All right. -The cars in the motherfucking driveway.
The houses on the lot.
You got me fucked up, Leon. I'm out.
Show your way out, dawg. You got some weed?
-I got weed. -Get the fuck out.
I don't feel like rapping, dawg.
I need space from that shit.
I don't know, maybe when...
I don't know. I don't know. Just right now...
I ain't in it. It ain't in me, you know?
If you do the fucking... The shit will come back.
This shit comes and goes. You've gotta give it some time.
That's the thing. I ain't got a lot of time in this.
It's like once a nigga go over 30, they look at you like a dinosaur,
you know what I mean?
It's a young nigga's game right now.
I mean...
You can change that. But I don't know. That doesn't seem true all the time.
As long as you keep making good music, you could go forever.
Yeah, I feel you.
Shit, man, aside from that, man, this shit dangerous as fuck too.
What fucking other job in music do you gotta worry about getting shot?
If I was a motherfucking country singer,
you think niggas would wanna take my jewellery, nigga?
Nah.
Fucking rap, man.
I got into this rap shit to get...
away from the streets.
It seem like this shit's just bringing me...
ten times closer to it.
So that tweet, that shit was real, then?
I don't know.
-Look at that. -Okay.
I didn't think this old guy had it in him. I didn't think I could hit it that far.
-Tiger Woods, nigga, what? -Get the fuck out of here, bro.
That was fucking amazing! Where'd that come from?
Tiger Woods, nigga.
I'm walking, I'm walking, I'm strolling.
-Look at this. -Okay.
-Kitchen. -All right, I see you.
Wait, wait. Wait for it. Look at this.
-Look at this. What's that? -Okay.
I can peek through my kitchen through a triangle.
Okay.
-A triangle. All right, wait, wait. -Triangle, okay.
I don't get it, but keep going.
All right. And then you have a circle.
-A circle. -Look at this.
This is a former architect's house.
Are you giving me a geometry lesson? What's going on with this house, man?
It's nice, right? Oh, okay.
-Yeah. -I have to show you this.
What's this?
A drawer.
No, this is a credenza.
-A cadenza? -A credenza.
-Cade-- What? -Credenza.
Credenza.
-That's right. It's a credenza. -Yeah.
When a nigga can't pronounce it, it costs too much.
All right, go ahead. Proceed.
I love this house. I used to play here when I was a kid.
True enough.
That didn't sound right. You played here doing what?
You know, playing doctor with the young boys.
-Oh, okay. -Thank you.
All right. Playing doctor, all right.
Playing house.
-Cheers.
-Thanks for having me. -It's all good.
I wonder if there's something out there that could fuck me up,
like a wolf or a grizzly bear or some shit like that.
Yeah, there is, actually.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
There's bears and coyotes and snakes.
-I ain't fucking with none of that. What? -Fisher cats.
-What the fuck is a fisher cat?
I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you this,
but there are these wild cats.
They're big, and they're very ugly, and they're very mean.
And they kill other adorable house cats by fisting them,
pulling out their intestines and eating them.
-They fist them? What? -Yeah, okay.
-Let me just give you an example. -Like fist in the ass?
Here's a cat, and here's this other cat.
The guts. Think about that.
You're welcome.
-I don't like cats. -Me neither.
I know you ain't talking shit about my statue.
-Oh, this is a Mercury special? -Yeah, that's my lucky statue.
This is Mercury. This the god, Mercury.
You never read about him in books?
-Oh, no. I don't read. -Oh, you don't read?
Well, this nigga was that nigga when it came to the Greek niggas.
So my mama named me after that nigga, so... You know.
That's nice.
I got the little trap phone, and you know what I'm saying?
Flip phone.
-Trap phone.
We trap it off of that phone. Get it?
-I got you. -So we can make our moves, our plays.
-You dig? Oh, yeah. -Okay. I got you.
I got the tape, you know what I mean? Nigga was delivering a message.
-You feel me? -I feel you.
-Yeah. -Beautiful.
So, what college you say you was thinking about going to?
I really want this one in Louisiana.
There's one in Alabama, Lord help me.
-Alabama? -Yep.
-Hell, no. -I know.
I'm gonna go be a hillbilly. And then something in Florida.
You're already a hillbilly. You gonna be an even bigger hillbilly?
Thanks. Don't judge a book by its cover.
Yeah, so we'll see. Maybe I'll get in. Maybe I fucking won't.
Maybe I'll save that...
50,000 dollars' worth of debt every year, or whatever the fuck it is.
Did you go to college?
Fuck college. I can rap. The fuck I need to go to college for?
Yeah, 'cause you're lucky. You're one of the lucky ones. You got talent.
You love what you do?
Yeah, it's cool.
It got its ups and downs and shit, but, yeah, I like it.
-I like the money. -I bet.
What if you couldn't do it anymore, what would you do?
-Couldn't do what anymore, rap? -You know, yeah, make music, perform.
Sell crack. Duh.
No, I wanna, like, help people somehow.
-Help people do what? -I don't know, get their shit together.
You know, some counselling.
Like...
-There's so much... -Do you wanna start a rehab or some shit?
Could do.
I mean, it helped me out, changed my fucking life, so...
We can work together.
-I sell crack, and you rehabilitate them. -Thank you. This is a million-dollar idea.
What'd you mean, it helped you out? You been to rehab before?
-For what? -Pills.
It's kind of the way it goes around here.
What kind of pills? Xanax, OxyContin?
-Oxy. -Right on the nose, huh?
Yeah.
Okay.
Bravo.
See you.
See you later. Hopefully soon.
Okay.
-Bye!
Yo.
Your shit is breaking up. You got bad service.
It's 'cause you're in the middle of nowhere. You don't see me though?
That's you, man.
This New York show coming up, man.
It's getting more and more crazy by the day. There's mad hype on this shit.
Everybody's talking about it online
because you tweeted that shit about retiring.
Now everybody thinks it's your comeback show.
I just feel so much momentum going into that show.
I don't know, man. That's kind of quick. I don't...
I don't know if I'm ready to jump back on-stage yet.
You come alive on-stage, bro.
What you're searching for up there might be on-stage.
I'm just saying, keep that in mind.
We don't have to talk about it right now, but just keep it in the back of your mind.
What's happening with the tracks, man?
I'm working on it. I'm working on it, man. I got some stuff recorded.
-For real? -Yeah. For real, man. I just want--
You know me, man. I'm a perfectionist, so...
I just got to get it all the way tight.
So when are you gonna send me something?
-I was thinking some-- -I gotta hear something.
-I'll send you something by tomorrow. -Tomorrow?
Tomorrow, man.
I'm gonna hold you to that.
Nigga lost, bitch, bitch I ain't never lost
Yeah, wandering but I'm never lost
Nigga, where I'm from had to push a pack Just to be a boss
Hardcore 'Cause I got BBS's up in the cross
Mama wondering what I'm dipping in Cocaine
Wandering, but I'm never lost
Yeah, yeah
Bitch
Yeah, back to the trap With a motherfucking pack
Yeah, these niggas know the lingo
I've been doing numbers With that white bitch
Stacking chips like bingo
My condo in Miami Got at least a hundred bricks
Makin' plays like Marino
I took her to the flame She came with some things
Rick James, she's a freak ho Yeah, I'm every nigga's street goal
AK when I peep through the peephole
Money Merc I'm the real-life Tony Montana
Did my motherfucking thing with the kilos
I'm every nigga's street goal AK when I peep through the peephole
Money Merc I'm the real-life Tony Montana
Cockroach I'll erase your amigo
Back in the motherfucking trap With the pack
Yeah, these niggas know the lingo
I've been doing numbers With the white bitch
Stacking chips like bingo
And... here we are.
All right, yep. Too cold for this shit, but--
Oh, really?
God, it feels like a warm summer day to me.
That's some bullshit. I left my weed. Fuck.
Damn.
Could have been getting high right here. I know you used to get high right here.
You feel that?
Feel the energy.
Can feel the drugs.
Yeah, not all good times, but I still love this spot.
Yeah, it's cool.
Let's get in.
The fuck? Hell, nah.
-You crazy. -Let's get in. It'll be quick.
-Fuck that. -It's not that deep.
Nah.
-No? -Niggas don't do shit like this.
-Oh, come on! -We just--
-Live a little. -We just look at the view.
Fuck that. Hell, nah. You got it.
You got it, shawty. I'm about to cuddle up in this motherfucking blanket.
-Is it warm? -It's really warm.
-For real? -Yeah.
It's this weird thing in the fall and in the winter.
All of a sudden, the water gets really hot.
-You're bullshitting me. -No, no, no. Come down.
-Oh, no, no, no. -Throw your ass in.
-The fuck? -Are you okay?
Fuck you, man.
Should have threw your ass in there.
-You ain't scared of-- -Cold as fuck.
You want to come in the fucking water. What the fuck?
Yo.
This track is quality, dude. You remember what I've told you, man, many times:
Quality plus vision equals sales, man.
I can see-- You gave me a vision.
Just listening to it, I was, like, "Yo, I have a vision for how to market this,
for how to get it where it's gotta be."
Yeah, man, that ain't shit. I do that shit in my motherfucking sleep.
Shit, man, I got a fucking skunk in the fucking house.
Something smelling?
You got a smell going?
Hello?
Hello, you there?
Merc?
I feel like I hear you. Can you hear me?
Rats.
Kangaroo rat. What the fuck?
A small-tail shrew, mole.
Skunks, 568.
Also, this kind of shit, cutting into the meat is no good, NG.
I didn't really cut into the meat. I'm cutting skin.
Yeah, I know, but see these?
I think that was on your side, honestly.
I'm gonna grab us a couple of beers. I'll be back in a bit.
All right.
Shit!
Fuck!
Got them beers, man.
-The one fucking thing. -I was cutting around the spine.
Getting the-- You know?
Trying to slice the spine down and I grabbed the liver,
and this shit just-- I don't know. The shit started squirting out.
There was one thing, one thing when we did that pig, one thing.
So we can't save the fucking...? I've been cleaning it up, man.
You can't save the meat at all?
You can save a portion of it. I'm putting the rest of it in the ground.
That's two thousand dollars' worth of fucking meat!
Two thousand fucking dollars, man? I'll buy you another fucking cow.
I already offered to help you with the motherfucking farm.
I don't know why you don't fuck with me and let me partner with you.
I don't want no one else's cow. I don't want your money. I want my beef.
"I want to be a farmer."
No way, it's like me wanting to be a fucking rap star. No way, man!
You pussy-ass, old, white bitch.
You gonna try to talk shit to me 'cause of a fucking cow?
I told you, I'd get you another one.
Another one? And where are you getting that cow?
And whose the fuck's is it? And what food did it eat?
You just don't fucking get it!
Hey, man, you know what? Fuck you.
You talking all this shit, what I'd never be, what I can't do.
That's the problem with this country.
White motherfuckers like you always trying to tell a nigga what he can't do.
Fuck you and this farm, Bob. I'm out this bitch.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
Oh, hell, nah!
Bitch!
Fuck!
Hey.
Somebody just broke my motherfucking windshield.
Your windshield?
Yeah, man. Could have been somebody that saw me with you.
An old boyfriend or one of these old motherfuckers.
They gonna get smoked, fucking with my shit.
Could be.
I told you, this town is for the fucking birds.
People are stupid here. It's a small town. Maybe somebody got pissed off. Whatever.
That's why I wanna get out of here.
Why you like it here?
Why you really wanna stay around here?
Good place to hide, huh?
Sorry about your car.
Hey, man.
About five more minutes.
-All right, man. -All right?
Okay, let me give you this.
Here you go.
And, oh, wait about 30 minutes for the cement to, you know, seal itself,
and then you can take it for a ride.
-I got you. -All right.
-Have a good one. -You too.
-Come on, blue. -Hey!
Do it, blue. Do it, blue.
That's okay. Give them one.
I know you was. It's your serve.
-Ready? -Sore losers.
Come on, man.
Wait. Yeah. Thought for sure that was it.
-Yeah! -Thank you!
I'm the MVP!
I had the blocked shots. And motherfuckers stole points, nigga!
There's an abundance of food, an abundance of alcohol.
There's an abundance of drugs everywhere.
And people go, "It's my choice, right? I'm free to do that."
-Hey, Merc? -What?
What's that motherfucking smell outside? Smell like a motherfucking skunk.
What do I do about a skunk?
I've been looking for the motherfucker. I can't find it.
Looking for the motherfucker? You hear this nigga?
You looking for a nigga in the hood, you find him. You can't find a skunk?
Put up an air freshener or something.
Give me some money! Give me some money!
-Hey. Hey. Oh, shit. -Damn, man.
Here's what your theory is dependent on,
that the bear can get behind the bull and eat the bull's ass.
No. Nah, they're gonna eat it, chew on its back, its hind legs. No, no, no.
-A bear gonna beat a bull. -Bull?
A bull is massive, bro. They're fucking crazy.
When the bull see the bear, he ain't going to fuck with him.
-And that's me. Let's go. -You high as fuck.
How the fuck a nigga think a bull--? A nigga beat a bull up.
You see a nigga beat a fucking bear? Never.
I went looking for the remote and look what the fuck I found.
This nigga still got this shit.
Must got some complex, walking around with a white man with a little dick.
What you doing at night, this shit? Or you be back here...?
Why are you touching my shit?
Because what the fuck is this? You still carrying on with this?
This is crazy. How you still got this?
Why the fuck you touching my shit?
You ain't gotta go like that, get all shit crazy. Why you going crazy?
You go in a motherfucker's crib and just touch their shit.
I just seen it. I don't believe you still got this shit.
I really don't believe it.
You don't need to believe it. Believe it, I'm in your face, bitch.
-Nobody worried about that. -Fuck you.
-You going crazy here. -Fuck you, bald-headed bitch.
-Get the fuck out. -What are you, hairy?
-Come on, bro. -This place making you crazy.
What the fuck you doing here? You ain't no mountain dude.
-What's wrong with you? -Hey.
Get out of here. This driving you crazy.
-You shouldn't even have brought that up. -Fuck that shit. Give me my hat.
Fuck you. Fuck you and that little white man.
-Fuck you, nigga. -Who, me or the statue?
-You too! The statue and you! Fuck y'all. -Fuck you, bitch.
What?
My man...
This is great and all, like, yo, tonight was... Was fun.
But I'm like...
-You tripping. You had too much to drink. -No, hear me out. Hear me out.
-You don't got to worry about me. -I did-- Hey, I'm not gonna lie, man.
I'm coming out of my face right now. On the real, though...
You're the star, right? You're the main attraction.
You're the creative genius, right?
I give you that respect, you know what I'm saying?
But, yo, I'm a facilitator, right?
That's what you pay me to do.
And I'm just trying to say, bro...
We did-- We built this. We did this together.
You can't say my contributions mean nothing.
Yeah, and you can't tell me when I had enough.
Calm the fuck down, dawg.
My dude.
Damn, my nigga, get your head out the clouds for a second.
Ten years from now, you had enough,
you're gonna come out with some new manager,
some new career,
on some retro "Yo, I'm back" shit.
That's what I'm worried about, bro.
I lose you now, you quit the game now, a decade, you need some cash,
you're back out with some other motherfucker.
I put too much work in, bro.
Man, I'm Money Merc. I am money, nigga. I'm good.
Let's get the show done, dude. New York. Come on.
-That's that shit. -Why you sound so thirsty, man?
'Cause I am, bro.
I mean, look, man. You know I got five kids, dude. Come on.
You know what that is.
New York City.
That's when everybody can come out. The world can see you. Let the world know.
-New York City? -It's the one gig, bro.
Come out, blast that shit. Rock that shit. You know what I'm saying?
-New York City? -Make people feel that shit.
-New York City? -Yo, New York City.
New York City? New York City, right?
-Yeah. -New York City.
-Well, that's exciting. -Yeah.
-Bet you're happy to be back on-stage. -Definitely happy to get back on-stage.
Can't wait. I'm gonna get my mojo back.
-Give the people what they want. -Yeah.
I just want that feeling back, you know? Once I get up there, I'll feel it again.
You should come with me. This weekend, New York.
Go to the show, shop, all of that.
You know what I mean?
-You and me in New York City, huh? -New York City.
-Yeah? -That's nice.
-I got into grad school. -Oh, yeah?
-Yeah. -Oh, shit, congrats.
-Thanks. -That's what's up.
I'm going to Louisiana.
Yeah?
Louisiana?
I got a friend there who's got a restaurant.
She's gonna hook me up with a job and an apartment,
and I'm gonna go next week.
So you're gonna leave here to go work at a restaurant in dusty-ass Louisiana?
Yeah, make some money before I start school.
You'll just be in debt with grad school. You said you didn't wanna do this shit.
And fuck Louisiana. That shit dirty.
Every time I go to New Orleans or Baton Rouge, I hate that shit.
The food overrated. Shit make my fucking stomach hurt.
Shit. We're just going to New York for the weekend.
It's pretty simple.
And just lock it, just like that.
My favourite is sardines. Just reach in, put a can of sardines back there.
Pretty much, it'll catch anything, but if this is a skunk...
you got some problems.
And whatever you do,
you find a skunk in here, you call me, man.
Call me right away. I'll come up.
Don't fuck with it. Don't even think about fucking with it.
-I'm gonna shoot that motherfucker. -You shoot it, you're gonna wear it
from your boots to your head for two weeks,
all over your body, you won't even-- You have no idea.
Well, man. Good luck with that.
Yeah, fuck it.
-You want me to drive you or something? -No.
Listen, I got-- I gotta tell you, man.
I'm really sorry about the other day when I went nuts and blew up.
I mean, you're not a farmer, and for me to expect and ask
and react like that for what you did, I just gotta say, I'm sorry, man.
All right, man. We good. Let's cut the dick-sucking contest. I'm good.
-Get the fuck out of here.
I'll be back. You trap that motherfucker, you call me.
Don't fucking forget!
Plaques on the wall I ain't never stop selling dope, yeah
Mexicano got the brick He about to send it on a boat, yeah
Plaques on the wall I ain't never stop selling dope, yeah
Mexicano got the brick He about to send it on a boat, yeah
Plaques on the wall I ain't never stop selling dope, yeah
Mexicano got the brick He about to send it on a boat, yeah
Yo, this fucking-- This chick right here, she knows I'm your manager.
She's on Instagram and shit, clogging up my DMs.
I'm gonna send her a cease and desist, for real.
She wants me to tell you that she loves you and all that shit.
What the fuck?
-Tell her "I love you" first. -Yeah.
Y'all ask, this motherfucker dry as hell.
Fuck that. Yo, if it don't happen tonight, man--
Yo, we got Europe, man. You know what I'm saying?
-We in Europe? -We're going to Europe, dude.
I got Copenhagen, Amsterdam on lock for the end of February, bro.
-Damn. -I'm working on Berlin.
You'll be all right over there, man. Yo, remember when we went to Budapest?
-Yo, Hungarian bitches? -Hey, hey. Yo, yo, yo.
Slow down with all this Europe and foreign travel shit.
I'm saying though, they're paying you your quote.
-I know, man, but let's... -I'm excited.
Yo, my nigga. Let's just focus on tonight.
Let's get through tonight, then we'll talk that Europe shit.
All right.
It's dope. Dope though.
Ain't nothin' better than drug money
No, 'cause I-- No, because I have been in constant communication.
And we're set, man. He's good for Copenhagen.
We're locked in Copenhagen, Amsterdam, and that's why I'm calling you.
It's to lock in Berlin, dude. Let's do that.
No, 'cause last time we did Berlin, shit blew up.
So I want Berlin. And if I can get Paris, then that's...
Money! Money! Money!
Give it up!
Yeah, fresh out the trap
I keep a pistol 'Cause all of my dollars get blood on 'em
I sent a pack Migo just jumped on the freeway
I bet he got drugs on him
Just got the drop on a motherfucking op Call the doctor
We just pulled the plug on him
Living like Tony, put ice in the Rollie
'Cause ain't nothing better Than drug money
Fresh out the trap
I keep a pistol 'Cause all of my dollars get blood on 'em
I sent a pack Migo just jumped on the freeway
I bet he got drugs on him
Just got the drop on the motherfucking op
Call the doctor We just pulled the plug on him
Living like Tony, put ice in the Rollie
'Cause ain't nothing better Than drug money
Let a smoker test, he can take a hit
Shave it off the top I let him taste a brick
Got the smoker and the dope He take a hit, I re-rack and press it
I can make this shit Yeah, that nigga can rap
This some stanka, bitch When a nigga rap
This some stanka, bitch Put obituaries in the paper, bitch
I re-rack and press it Like a stanka, bitch
Nigga took a shot and he ain't hit shit
I came through Spun the block with some big shit
Nigga got a little lit Now he lit, lit
I turn around with this big shit
Nigga took a shot at me And he ain't hit shit
I spin the block Come around with some big shit
Nigga got jewellery, now he lit, lit
I left him leaking on the street With this drip, drip
Yeah, fresh out the pack
I keep a pistol 'Cause all of my dollars get blood on 'em
Fresh out the trap, I keep a pistol 'Cause all of my dollars get blood on 'em
I sent the pack Migo, we just hit the freeway
You bet he got drugs on him Fresh off a pack
I sent the motherfucking record With the plugs on him
Just sent the pack
Migo, we just hit the freeway I know he got drugs on him
Hitting the rap with the motherfucker I told the doctor
We just pulled the plug on him
Living like Tony, got ice in the Rollie Ain't nothing better than drug money, yeah
Ain't nothin' better than drug money
Ain't nothing better than drug money
Cut.
Cut, motherfucker!
Money! Money! Money!
He did it!
Oh, boy, cheese!
I got your motherfucking ass, nigga, yeah.
Hell, yeah. Damn, that motherfucker big. You liked them sardines, didn't you?
Not gonna hurt you. Do not turn your ass toward me and spray.
Chill out.
All right.
Hell, no.
Be cool. Be cool.
Got you.
All right, go.
Go on, man. Get the fuck out.
Go home.
All right, let's go.
You're free to go. Go home.
Dumb-ass skunk.