Empire

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Damn. Had I known

what I know now.

But today cats are different.

We all know selling and competition,

that's what this country's built on.

It's all about one thing:

making money.

Money, baby.

Simple as that.

Everything else is just bullshit.

Money is why people come here

from every country in the world.

It's what the American dream

is all about.

You think people come here from all over

the world to live in East New York...

in Harlem, the South Bronx...

because of the beautiful views,

because of the f***ing quality of life?

My name is Victor Rosa.

I'm young, Latin and good-looking,

and I call it like I see it, baby.

'Cause I'm gonna tell you what I think

whether you wanna hear it or not.

'Cause you're not gonna get

bullshit from me. Uh-uh.

I'm a businessman, an entrepreneur...

like Rockefeller and Carnegie.

And in my time a geek motherf***er

like Bill Gates. That's right.

They all did it themselves.

Fought the odds and made a fortune.

So why can't I?

Like them, I got a product.

I sell it aggressively

and I make money- a lot of it.

It doesn't take advertising to sell my

product- it pretty much sells it self.

It takes brains to make money

and survive in this business.

And that may have been the same

for Rockefeller as it is for Gates...

but in what I do, you f*** up, you don't

just lose one of your stock options.

So we run out of

my boy Jimmys crib.

Me and Jimmy, we got into this together

when we was just kids out there...

and we worked our way

from lookouts.

It's my crew, but I honestly

couldnt't do it without Jimmy.

And Chedda.

Chedda's a monster, yo.

Not because of his size,

but because he's all heart, baby.

Blackest motherf***er I know.

Jay. Well, Jay

is a special case.

He's what you call simple-

an idiot savant.

Sometimes more "idiot " than "savant. "

What we make here is my product-

a heroin mix I call "Empire. "

Okay, it works like this.

There are three other dealers

who work this area beside me.

You got Hector's "Exorcist. "

You got Tito

who sells his "Severe. "

And then there's Negro.

That motherf***er's a legend.

Damn good businessman

for a f*ggot.

Not that I got anything against faggots,

but I gotta give it up to him.

"Dancing Queen " is a dope-ass name

for his sh*t too.

We al I get our supply

from the same connect-

La Colombiana,

Joanna Menendez.

We all sell the same product-just mix

it differently, put our own label on it.

I cut mine the least

because I believe in purity.

Tito, though, cuts his sh*t

as deep as he can...

and gets more packets

per ounce that way...

But I get loyal buyers.

People know Empire

and they look for it.

But dumb-ass Tito can't even begin

to understand how that works.

That's why he's

always in some sh*t.

It's a funny thing,

and it might seem hazardous to you...

but we all hang out

in the same places.

No need to step

on each other's toes, right?

But for those of you who have

never been in my neighborhood...

we 're split up

into four separate areas.

The meat of it belongs to me.

Exorcist's got some decent spots.

And Negro's is below that-

around Buckner Boulevard.

Severe's got spots next to mine.

As you can see, sometimes they tend

to slip and overlap into my spot.

And when that happens,

you got trouble.

You trying n' to f*** up my shot, right?.

Vic! Vic!

- What's up?.

- Beef right now, nigga.

- Are you waiting on this sh*t?.

- F*** this motherfuckin' game, man!

Yo, word is they got David layin'

in the street like a little b*tch, son.

- They beat the sh*t out of him, kid.

- Let's do this motherf***er.

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