Black Caesar Page #2

In the afternoon, in a barbershop,

with witnesses?

That's why I did it in front of everybody.

Everybody knows your... organisation

don't employ no n*ggers.

Sit down.

Uh...

Want somethin' to eat?

Peppe in un piatto di rigatoni.

E per me un piatto di spaghetti.

Where did you learn

to speak our language?

One of my cellmates was a Sicilian kid.

Yeah?

I ain't never heard no dinge

speak Italian before.

How many of us do you know?

- You get your 200.

- Since when did the price go down?

Since when do spades

make as much as whites?

Listen, shadow, you're lucky

I'm even talkin' to you.

Look, you may wanna use me again.

Don't screw it up.

No, I don't use the same man in the same

city twice. They can be easily identified.

I got a built-in disguise.

They never look at me. They never

look at my face, my nose, my lame foot.

- All they know is that I'm black.

- Your kind has no guts.

If you get picked up,

right away they start to talk.

You know what the other families'd do if I

hired you? They'd scream bloody murder.

Nah.

You can't work for me.

The other families won't let me do it.

I don't want a job.

I want one full block to call my territory.

127th Street and Edgecomb Avenue.

- Why do you want that? It's sh*t.

- I'll make it work.

Hey. Who says spooks

don't have any ambition?

You don't know what you're gettin' into.

There might be a whole load

of people I wanna get rid of.

You might not have a good deal after all.

So I put in a little overtime.

Salute.

Paid the cost to be the boss

Paid the cost to be the boss

I've paid the cost to be the boss

Look at me

You know what you see

You see a bad mother

Look at me

You know what you see

You see a bad mother

Paid the cost to be the boss

Paid the cost to be the boss

Look at me

You know what you see

You see a bad mother

Told you so

Told you so

Havin' fun, I got money for it

Havin' fun, I got mighty fun

Havin' fun, I got mighty fun

Havin' fun, I got mighty fun

Never fear, brother, I'm always here

to save the souls and heal the ills.

And cash the cheques.

You see, uh, religious organisations

is tax-exempt. Privilege, you know?

When we shake folks down,

they're not payin' Tommy,

they're supportin' my religious

organisation. And it all goes into a fund.

And we don't even

have to hide the moneys

that we make from hookers

and the numbers.

And we report it and use it tax-free

to buy filling stations, supermarkets,

apartment houses - everything,

anything Joe the brain can think up.

We intend to do more than just

organise the rackets in Harlem,

we're going to see that black people

get a fair shake. A chance to live better.

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