- LL Cool J: Box!
- [rappin']
- LL Cool J: My radio, believe me, I like it loud, I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd, Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat, While my JVC vibrates the concrete, I'm sorry if you can't understand, But I need a radio inside my hand, Don't mean to offend other citizens, But I kick my volume way past 10, My story is rough, my neighborhood is tough, But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush, My name is Cool J, I devastate the show, But I couldn't survive without my radio!
- Rick: Ready to roll, Kurt
- Kurtis Blow: Now, look, remember: Do it right this time and I want rock 'n' roll, baby!
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): [rappin'] I'm the king of rock, there is none
- Self (Run-D.M.C.), Self (Run-D.M.C): Higher!
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): Sucker MC's should call me
- Self (Run-D.M.C.), Self (Run-D.M.C): Sire!
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): To burn my kingdom, you must use
- Self (Run-D.M.C.), Self (Run-D.M.C): Fire!
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): I won't stop rockin' till I retire
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Now we rock the party and come correct Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect Got the right to vote and will elect And other rappers can't stand us
- Self (Run-D.M.C.), Self (Run-D.M.C): But give us respect!
- Russell Walker: It's happening just like I told you. Right?
- Rick: Just like you told me.
- Russell Walker: That's right.
- Rick: We're selling records we don't even have. A hit record is the worst thing that could've happened to us. I don't know what you're thinkin' about, man.
- Russell Walker: That's minor.
- Rick: We have no money. We can't press up any more records.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): [rappin'] As one def rapper, I know I can hang, I'm Run from Run-DMC, like cool from cool and the Gang
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): Roll to the
- Self (Run-D.M.C), Self (Run-D.M.C.): Rock!
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): Rock to the roll, DMC stands for
- Self (Run-D.M.C), Self (Run-D.M.C.): Devastating Mic Control!
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): You can't touch me with a ten foot pole, And I even made the devil sell me his
- Self (Run-D.M.C), Self (Run-D.M.C.): Soul!
- Self (Run-D.M.C): [rappin'] It's me and DMC
- Self (Run-D.M.C), Self (Run-D.M.C.): Jay where's the beat?
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Now we're the baddest of the bad
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): The coolest of the cool, I'm DMC, I rock and roll
- Self (Run-D.M.C): I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule It's not a Trick or Treat
- Self (Run-D.M.C), Self (Run-D.M.C.): And it's not a April Fool
- Self (Run-D.M.C): It's all brand new, never
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): Ever
- Self (Run-D.M.C), Self (Run-D.M.C.): Old school!
- Reverend Walker: What's this I hear about you two quittin' your job at the car wash?
- Self (Run-D.M.C): You don't understand. Me and D are stars now. We can't be workin' at no car wash. You wouldn't see Lionel Richie workin' at no car wash.
- Reverend Walker: Now you are Lionel Richie, and you're Prince. And here comes Berry Gordy.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Russell, will try tell him that we're stars.
- Russell Walker: Oh yeah, Dad, my homeboys are superstars now.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Thank you.
- Russell Walker: They got the hottest record on the streets. Sold out in three hours. My boy.
- Sheila E.: [singing] The moon up above, it shines on upon our skin, Whispering words that scream of outrageous sin, We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest dreams, It gets kinda rough in the back of our limousine, That's what we are, we all want a love bizarre...
- Loan Officer: What kind of record company do you have?
- Rick: What kind?
- Loan Officer: You know, what type of music?
- Rick: Rap music.
- Loan Officer: What?
- Russell Walker: Rap music.
- Loan Officer: What is rap music?
- Rick: Let's just show him.
- Russell Walker: Right.
- Rick: [rappin'] An insurmountable beat subject of discussion
- Russell Walker: We can sell records with the aid of percussion
- Rick: There's no category
- Russell Walker: For this story
- Rick: We can make *lots* of money
- Rick, Russell Walker: In any territory!
- Russell Walker: Can you give us this loan?
- Karen: What's the name of your record?
- Self (Run-D.M.C): King of Rock.
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): There is none higher.
- Karen: King of Rock? Are you two Run-DMC?
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Funky fresh in the flesh.
- Karen: Oh, man, they've been playing your record on the radio all day.
- Sheila E.: Wait. I got it. Karen, I got it.
- [rappin']
- Sheila E.: I can sing, rap, dance in dress-up pants, I can rock your whole world if you'll give me a chance, I'm Sheila E and my R-A-P, Is the best damn rap that could ever be, I've got a mass appeal, a little girl smile, I'll make you happy, baby, all the while, Cause I'm bad, good God, And if you got a big enough stick, Then come here, Run, this is my house, Don't you want to learn a new trick? You big koala bean head! You got any licks?
- Sheila E., Karen: All right.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): You real def. I'm gonna put you on stage.
- Sheila E.: Look, sneaker genius, we're over here tryin' to rehearse.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Rehearse?
- Sheila E.: Yes.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Why don't you put a little rappin' in, like my man DMC, then maybe you'd get somewhere. You know what I'm sayin'?
- Sheila E.: Look, so what, big deal, you can rap, but I bet you can't sing and dance.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Who?
- Sheila E.: You!
- Self (Run-D.M.C): [on the phone] Yeah. I need six pair of white-on-white Adidas. Four pair of red-and-white, three pair of burgundy-and-white, and five pair of black-and-white Adidas. Yeah. No, I can't wait two weeks. I need it right now.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Is this a holiday I don't know about? Everyone-Tell-Run-What-The-*Fuck*-To-Do Day?
- Prince Markie Dee: With Prince Markie Dee
- Kool Rock-Ski: With Kool Rock-Ski
- Prince Markie Dee, Kool Rock-Ski: And the Human Beat Box
- The Human Beat Box: Completes the three
- Prince Markie Dee: We testify
- Kool Rock-Ski: And we'll last forever
- Prince Markie Dee: Pumpin' and jumpin'
- Kool Rock-Ski: To stand together
- Prince Markie Dee: Taking and breaking, laying and slaying
- Kool Rock-Ski: All you sucka MCs best start praying
- Prince Markie Dee, Kool Rock-Ski: 'Cause Run-DMC, Kurt, Sheila and us, We'll keep movin' and groovin' like the number 10 bus
- Sheila E.: [rappin'] I'm Sheila E and I want to say, That I'm a super high-powered, cold-krushin' lady, And I'm here to talk about this thing called rap, To all the party people at the party that's packed, And you know that I'm precious, could never be lesser, Sheila E rocks the best under pressure, To all of you hip-hop be-bop fans, Get out of your seats and just clap your hands, Get down, don't clown to the funky sound, 'Cause the beat is dropping all over the town...
- D.M.C.: You been illin' lately.
- Run: So, I'm illin'. Am I illin'? Chillin'! You know what I'm sayin'? Chillin'.
- Jam Master Jay: Word up, man. If you can ill-out on your family, man, no tellin' what you could do with us, man.
- Run: Man, I'm illin' on no family, man. You don't know what you're talkin' about.
- Jam Master Jay: I'm breakin' out, man.
- Run: Nobody illin' on nobody, man. You all be just frontin'. I want to get paid.
- D.M.C.: Chill, man.
- Run: Chill!
- Sheila E.: [singing] Sheila E's my name, Holly Rock's my game, I'm funky as I want to be, Lyin' up a hundred, I swear to God, I'm rockin' 'till you just can't see, 'Cause I'm bad, good God, I'm badder than a wicked witch, I'll pet your kitten, your little dog too, Don't you wanna be my bitch? Oh!
- Sal: Yo, listen, let's go in the back, have a little Moët and have fun. All right? Celebrate the record.
- Sal: Hey, what's that sucka want from you?
- Russell Walker: Nothin'. He ain't sayin' nothin', Sal. Come on.
- Sal: Yo, man. I don't want you messin' with him. He ain't no good.
- Karen: Listen to me, the best thing you can do is to keep working so people can see you.
- Sal: No one's going to see me here.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): I saw you. I thought you was real def.
- Sal: Thanks. You want something?
- Self (Run-D.M.C): It's just that me and my man, we have champagne and, you know, we got a new record out, so we wanted to know if you wanted to chill with us. Cause we chillin'.
- Kurtis Blow: [rappin'] Now I'm the King and I want you to know, That I'm the Master Blaster Rapper who's running the show, And to all of you rappers in every country, You better stop what you're doing and listen to me, 'Cause we gotta stop war and use unity, To fight crime and hunger and poverty, 'Cause the African baby is dying overseas, While you sucker mission politicians busting out Z's, Huh, 20 million people all unemployed, While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd, While the working class just struggles hard, Try to make ends meet against all odds, While the poor man can't even deal with life, You know he tried to escape, and smoked the coke on the pipe, And it's time for a *change*, to a better way, 'Cause the sun has *gotta* shine through the cloudy day, So *listen up* world while I teach this class, And take heed to the message or we ain't gonna last, 'Cause I know, the solution, is the contribution, Of woman and man to just join the revolution...
- Terri Beiker: You like this? Limousine, champagne, the works. I'd get you on MTV, a national tour. Sponsorship. You name it.
- Self (Run-D.M.C): You could do that?
- Terri Beiker: Hell, yeah.
- Self (Fat Boys): [rappin'] Now stop look and listen
- Self (Fat Boys), Self (Fat Boys): And check us out
- Self (Fat Boys): 'Cause we're the Fat Boys
- Self (Fat Boys), Self (Fat Boys): And we're gonna shout!
- Self (Fat Boys): At top of our lungs
- Self (Fat Boys), Self (Fat Boys): Until we reach our peak
- Self (Fat Boys): 'Cause our jams are strong
- Self (Fat Boys): Never weak!
- Self (Fat Boys): Well, it's time to party
- Self (Fat Boys): it's time to blink
- Self (Fat Boys): It's time to get
- Self (Fat Boys), Self (Fat Boys), Self (Fat Boys): Down,
- Self (Fat Boys): it's time to shake...
- Self (Run-D.M.C): [rappin'] DJ Run's my name
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): Jam Master Jay is his
- Self (Run-D.M.C): He's DMC
- Self (Run-D.M.C.): It's like that
- Self (Run-D.M.C), Self (Run-D.M.C.): And that's the way it is
- Self (Run-D.M.C): Unemployment at a record high, People coming, people going, people born to die, Don't ask me, because I don't know why
- Self (Run-D.M.C), Self (Run-D.M.C.): But it's like that
- Self (Run-D.M.C): and that's the way it is...
- Kurtis Blow: [rappin'] Check out my crew that could never be beat, Ah, Kurtis Blow, Sheila E, and Run-D.M.C., And to the Fat Boys, and now you're down by law, Down with the best now let's even the score, Now just throw your hands in the air, And wave 'em like you just don't care, And if you want to bust a move like the Krush Groove, Somebody say
- Kurtis Blow, Run, D.M.C., Jam Master Jay, Sheila E., Russell Walker: Oh Yeah!
- Russell Walker: What do you think you're doin' comin' here with your little fly behind?
- Run: I was tryin' to save yours.