Roxanne, Roxanne

Synopsis: In the early 1980s, the most feared battle MC in Queens, New York, was a fierce teenage girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders. At the age of 14, Lolita "Roxanne Shanté" Gooden was well on her way to becoming a hip-hop legend as she hustled to provide for her family while defending herself from the dangers of the streets of the Queensbridge Projects in NYC.
Genre: Drama
100 min

[Bobby Barnes' "Keep It Funky"

playing over speakers]

Keep it funky now

What'd I tell you about sucking your

thumb, huh? You'll mess up your teeth.

Look at your lips. You wearing

my red lipstick. You think you grown?

Nobody in the house wears

red lipstick besides me. Let's go.

Where are we going?

To the Park Jam.

Just follow the music, Ms. Peggy.

The champ is here. The champ is here.

- The champ is here!

- Okay, Ranita.

Enough with all that yelling.

We get the point.

Well, excuse me.

[man 1] There you go. That's right.

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, sh*t. They're here.

The Queensbridge Battle Rap Champ

has arrived. Let's get it on!

[crowd cheering]

Everybody to the DJ booth.

Come on.

Let's get it on. The Queensbridge

Battle Rap Champ has arrived. Let's go.


The champ is here. The champ is here.

The champ is here. The champ is here.

- [woman] Oh, you don't know...

- [man 2] That's right.

- Yo, what is this sh*t?

- Didn't I tell you the champ was here?

Bro, I ain't battling no little girl.

- You can't be serious.

- You asked for the Queensbridge champion.

All right, who's going first?

Remember, this is hip-hop, breaking,

MC-ing, graffiti and DJ-ing.

Why do we do it? Peace, love, unity

and to safely have fun, all right?

Now, let's get this battle started!

[man 3] My man got this.

Can I curse?

I don't care what you do

as long as you win that $50.


[Mike James Kirkland's

"What Have We Done" playing]

What have we done?

- [Fastima] It's the way I like it.

- [Shante laughing]

Go, Fast. Go, Fast.

Go, Fast.

Stop, you're gonna cut me with your teeth.

So what? I'm getting in my kisses.


Shante. Come on. If you're gonna

do this, go take that in your room,

and tell Latifa to come out here

and let's get dinner going. It's ready.

What have we done?


Watch this.

Shante, stop.

Mommy want you.

What have we done?

What have we done?


Mommy, I picked out my room.

You did? Well, let me see.

- I like this room with the window.

- Mm-hm.

And I really, really, really want it.

You have to fight that out with

your sisters. What do you think?


You can have what you want.

- Go wash your hands.

- Okay.


What's all this, baby?

We're celebrating.

Celebrating what?


- New beginnings, honey.

- All right.

- [laughing]

- Alrighty, then. Come on.

Tell me you love me.

- You know how I feel...

- I wanna hear you say it.

- Tell me you love me.

- Know what? I'll tell you this.

- [grunting]

- [laughing]

Come on. Come on, come on, come on.


We're dancing.

Let me see what you got.

Let me see if you still got it.

[Shante] All right, Fastima,

five more minutes.

Can't be late your first day of school.

Man, y'all are lucky.

- Are you getting your own room, too?

- No.

But it don't matter.

I'm happy we have a backyard,

so she can stop playing

on dirty-ass mattresses.

Yeah, that's true.


you see them new Sergio Valente

jelly bean jackets?

- Mm-mm.

- Fresh to death.

[Ranita] I gotta get me one.

[Shante] Yeah, and the jeans, too.

So, when you, uh, grab yours,

make sure you grab me one, too.

[both laughing]

[Ronald] Well, you ain't sh*t, Shante.

[Shante] Excuse you?

I ain't battling you again, Ronald.

Yeah, she already dusted your ass,

you need to kill that noise.

- Nobody talking to your big-head ass.

- [Ranita] Watch your mouth.

I'm the dopest rapper in the Bridge.

No, the world.

I've been practicing. I'm ready now.

You need to practice some more.


- All right, Fast. Time's up, come on.

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