Eazy E – Eazy Duz It

Cover to Eazy E Eazy Duz It, music video script by Rico Lamoureux of The Flash Fiction Ponder.

Cover to Eazy E Eazy Duz It, music video script by Rico Lamoureux of The Flash Fiction Ponder.

Eazy Duz It

Music Video Concept/Script

by

Rico Lamoureux

Song

by

Eazy E

All Rights Reserved

 

FADE IN:

INT. STUDIO – DAY

A little white girl about eight years old wearing a cute little dress and oversized headphones sings into a studio microphone while looking down at the lyrics on the paper in her hands.

LYRICS

(white girl singing)

He once was a thug

from around the way

EaZy

But you shouldn’t-

Eazy E suddenly barges his way into frame, ripping the little girl’s headphones of her head and shoving her out of frame.

LYRICS

(talking)

Bitch

Shut the fuck up

He readjusts the mic.

LYRICS

(talking)

Get the fuck out of here

Looks over to the sound box…

LYRICS

(talking)

Yo Dre

Dre pushes a Sunday school teacher type out of the box and shuts the door behind her.

LYRICS

(Dre talking)

What’s up

E puts on the headphones.

LYRICS

(talking)

Give me a funky ass

baseline

As the BASS LINE STARTS extreme close-up of Dre working the boards.

Extreme close-up, the instrument visually displaying the different levels of sound as it fluctuates up and back down again.

LYRICS

What the fuck is up

in the place to be

Directly above Eazy as he readies himself before getting started. (Back to mic)

LYRICS

Coming on the mic

is Eazy motherfuckin’ E

Extreme close-up, Dre’s hand on a controller.

LYRICS

Dre is on the beat

Extreme close-up, their DJ’s hand doing a little prep scratch on his turntable.

LYRICS

Yella’s on the cut

Back to the visual sound level as it spikes up with the vocals.

LYRICS

So listen up close

while we rip shit up

Just as Eazy turns back around to the mic we cut locations while matching our medium close-up on him, as he now walks down the sidewalk in his neighborhood. (Camera tracking back as he walks towards it) with a line of hoochies on each side they fall away in pairs as he aligns with them, like a chorus line.

LYRICS

(rapping)

Well I’m Eazy E

I got bitches galore

You may have a lot of bitches

but I got much more

Now strollin’ the sidewalk solo, he continues to walk towards camera.

LYRICS

(rapping)

Wit’ my superduper group

coming out to shoot

Eazy E

Motherfucka’s cold knockin’ the boots

Eazy starts to jaywalk across the street, a passing white boy in his low rider. (Special guest- a Beastie Boy) sticks his head out the window to camera, then E continues to the other side of the street.

LYRICS

‘Cause I’m a

(Beastie Boy)

Hip-hop

(lyrics)

Thugster

(rapping)

I used to be a mugster

He passes a drugstore…

LYRICS

(rapping)

If you heard (cash register)

you think I own a drugstore

Then a thug who mouths something about him.

LYRICS

(rapping)

Getting stupid

because I know how

Eazy suddenly stops in his tracks…

LYRICS

(rapping)

And if a sucka talks shit

And whips around, punching the guy in the face as he does so. (Simultaneously, we whip around to his opposite side with a 180, coming to a stop right as the shit-talker’s assaulted face freeze frames in front of camera)

LYRICS

(rapping)

I give him a (((POW)))

Not giving it any more of his time Eazy turns back around and is back on his way, someone handing him a 40 as he does so.

LYRICS

(rapping)

8 ball sippin’

A hottie passes him…

LYRICS

(rapping)

The bitches are flippin’

So he turns around to a backwards walk and watches her fine ass walk away.

LYRICS

(rapping)

I hit a dippin’

Then once again turns back, approaching some tricks…

LYRICS

(wrapping)

Continue my trippin’

Without having to say a word they each hand him off a wad of bills.

LYRICS

Hittin’ my switches

Collect from my bitches

Parked right there in front of the ho clique, Eazy’s pimped-out ’64. He slides in…

LYRICS

(rapping)

The money that I make

so I can add to my riches

Extreme close-up, Eazy kicks his stash box under his seat with the heel of his sneaker.

LYRICS

Fill my stash box

Extreme close-up, he runs his fingers over the gun in his waistband.

LYRICS

And start rubbin’ my gat

Content as could be with his gangsta good life.

LYRICS

(rapping)

Feelin’ good as hell

because my pockets are fat

From outside his ride, hydraulics bump the car up and down.

LYRICS

A hardcore villain

cold roamin’ the streets

His status symbol pulls away from the curb.

LYRICS

And wit’ a homey like Dre

just supplyin’ the beats

As he drives…

LYRICS

(rapping)

Because I’m a gangsta having fun

never leave the pad

without packin’ a gun

Hittin’ hard as fuck

I make you ask what was it

Leans forward to camera…

LYRICS

(rapping)

Boy you should have known by now

Eazy Duz It

Getting a little funky with the editing we go back to the freeze-frame of the shit-talker’s assaulted face and play it in reverse from there, to the point where E stops in his tracks.

LYRICS

I was…

Knockin’ motherfuckas out

Same thing, only this time the Beastie Boy’s low rider driving in reverse, but when he looks to camera to say his line he says it normally.

LYRICS

What’s your name boy

(Beastie Boy)

funky fresh Eazy E

Finishing up on the whack work reverse E as he first steps out to jaywalk.

LYRICS

Kick-

Kick that shit

Where you from fool

But he bursts out of the reversal realm and throws up his hand sign as he says…

LYRICS

Compton

Yeah

Back on him behind the wheel of his ride, he takes in the scene as he rolls down the street.

LYRICS

(rapping)

Rollin’ through the hood

cold tearing shit up

Stick my head out the window

and I say what’s up

He gestures to some thugs on the corner blasting their boombox.

Lyrics

(rapping)

To the niggaz on the corner

cold bumpin’ the box

Fast-Forward zoom in to what they’re really doing. Extreme close-up of hands exchanging plastic-wrapped rock cocaine for cash.

LYRICS

But you know that’s an alibi

for slangin’ the rocks

Fast-Forward/zoom in a few more yards down the sidewalk to some guys gathered around a rolling pair of dice.

LYRICS

A dice game starts

I said what the fuck

Extreme close-up, the gauge on Eazy’s dash goes from D to P.

LYRICS

So I put my shit in park

He steps out of his ride, throwing the door shut behind him.

LYRICS

And had to try my luck

Attracted to him like a bee to a flower full of nectar one of his tricks comes running up to his side as he approaches the game of craps.

LYRICS

Hard to roll

wit’ my bitch jockin’ 24/7

From a low angle E tosses a wad of cash down. We follow it with extreme close-up.

LYRICS

Rolled them motherfuckas

As soon as it hits the ground we come to an extreme close-up of a rolling pair of dice, which stops on snake eyes..

LYRICS

Ate ‘em up

Hit 11

Another low angle on Eazy, his dice falling from his open hand…

He likes the results.

LYRICS

Got another point

I made a 10 of fo’

Staying on that low angled shot, he puts his hand out while a half dozen others come into frame filling it with Benjamin’s.

LYRICS

Was taking niggaz money

and was itchin’ for mo’

Eazy’s girlie slides into frame and attaches herself to his side, the two laughing up a storm as the cash keeps coming.

LYRICS

Laughin’ in their faces

Said

(mouthing the words)

Y’all makin’ me rich

One of the crap shooters gets pissed as he looks at E’s candy cane laughing…

LYRICS

To one punk

Close-up of her laughing…

LYRICS

Got jealous

The sore loser SLAPS her…

LYRICS

Cold slap my bitch

Then pulls out his gun.

LYRICS

He pulled out his gat

Eazy grabs his trick by the arm and quickly walks her to the trunk of his car.

LYRICS

I knew he wouldn’t last

He stares toward the dice roller as he unlocks his trunk…

LYRICS

So I said to myself

Homeboy

You better think fast

And lifts his trunk just in time…

LYRICS

He shot

As it catches a few bullets…

Then he comes from around it with a Uzi in hand.

LYRICS

Then I shot

And we cut to an extreme close-up as it spits out smoking bullets.

Finding himself in shock at the moment of one’s life when the last breath’s leave the body, our dunce diceman falls over to his death.

LYRICS

As you can see

I cold smoked his ass

Back in his ride Eazy once again flows the chorus as he cruises.

LYRICS

(rapping)

Because I’m a gangsta havin’ fun

never leave the pad

without packin’ a gun

Hitting hard as fuck

I make you ask what was it

His Impala pulls up to a club.

LYRICS

Boy you should have known by now

Eazy Duz It

Camera at his back Eazy walks to the club’s entrance, the bouncer removing the velvet rope just for him. (Surpassing a long line of wannabes waiting to get in)

LYRICS

(wait a minute

wait a minute

who duz it)

Motherfuckin’ Eazy does it

Entering the club…

LYRICS

(but how does he do it)

Someone hands him off a mic and he heads deeper into the club, all making way out of respect.

LYRICS

Eazy duz it Do it Eazy

That’s what I’m doin’

Extreme close-up, the DJ’s mouth.

LYRICS

(DJ)

STOP

In a space all his own with all eyes gathered around…

LYRICS

Man

whatchya gonna do now

Eazy starts to flow.

LYRICS

(rapping)

Now I’m a break it down

just to tell a little story

Straight out the box

from the gangsta category

About a sucka

a sucka motha fucka

He’s addicted

He’s a smoker

but in Compton called a clucker

We cut to a pimp wannabe standing in front of a nice house, nice car, fingers ringed in gold and holding a lighter.

LYRICS

He used to have a house

car and golden rings

In his other hand, he brings a crack pipe to his mouth. As soon as he takes the hit everything around him goes dark while his thick fur coat turns to dirty rags on a now transformed fien.

LYRICS

But that cooky cooky crack

took all those things

MATCH CUT:

EXT. EAZY’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The coke head runs from the house with a pillowcase full of things.

LYRICS

He must have been starvin’

’cause he broke in my house

MATCH CUT:

EXT. STREET – DAY

The pillowcase falls to the street, the druggie plopping down right beside it.

LYRICS

Caught the nigga on the street

and straight took his ass out

Tilt up and push in, Eazy standing above the finished fien with a smoking gun.

LYRICS

Now I wanted for a murder

that I had to commit

MATCH CUT:

Jail bars SLAM shut in front of Eazy.

LYRICS

Yeah I went to jail

but that wasn’t shit

Close-up, a clock reads 8:45.

LYRICS

Got to the station

about a quarter to nine

We fall back bringing E into frame as he looks away from the clock while holding a phone to his ear.

LYRICS

Call my bitch to get me out

’cause I was down for mine

INT. APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS

Knowing she’s just one of many pieces of ass for the E, the booty call on the other end could care less about his predicament and hangs up on him.

LYRICS

The bitch was a trip

cold hung up the phone

INT. POLICE STATION – CONTINUOUS

Stunned, with phone still in hand, he looks over to the police staff.

LYRICS

Now my only phone call

was in the gankin’ zone

INSERT SHOT – the disgruntled piece of ass in better times, surrounded by luxury while receiving a manicure and pedicure.

LYRICS

All the shit I did for her

like keepin’ her rich

INT. POLICE STATION – CONTINUOUS

Pissed, he hangs up his one phone call.

LYRICS

That’s why when I get out

I’m gonna kill the bitch

Nonchalantly Eazy looks up towards the cop counter…

LYRICS

Well by now you could guess

that it was just my luck

Although the bailiff attending the counter wears a badge it’s not that hard to see he’s a slave to the nose candy.

LYRICS

The bailiff of the station

was the neighborhood cluck

Eazy turns around and faces him. On “what’s up” he mouths it, as well as the last line.

LYRICS

I looked him straight in the eye

and said what’s up

and said let’s make a deal

you know I’ll do you up

MATCH CUT:

INT. CAR – DAY

Eazy drives down the street.

LYRICS

Now I’m back on the streets

and my records are clean

We fall back and down, keeping him in frame (background), Uzi at his side on the passenger seat. (Foreground)

LYRICS

I creeped on my bitch

wit’ my Uzi machine

EXT./INT. APARTMENT – LATER

E’s POV – at the front door, he brings up his foot and kicks it down.

LYRICS

Went to the house

JOLTED from her La-Z-Boy, his piece of ass is shocked…

LYRICS

and kicked down the do’

Extreme close-up of the Uzi, once again spittin’ out hot smokin’ rounds.

LYRICS

Unloaded like hell

cold smoked the ho

BACK IN THE CLUB, Eazy plays to his crowd.

LYRICS

(rapping)

Because I’m a gangsta havin’ fun

never leave the pad

without packin’ a gun

Hittin’ hard as fuck

I make you ask what was it

His back to the DJ booth, we push in towards the small tinted room. (With him in foreground, right frame)

LYRICS

(rapping)

Boy you should have known by now

Eazy Duz It

From inside the booth, extreme close-up of the DJ’s mouth talking into Mic…

LYRICS

(talking)

From around the way

Born in ‘73

Hardcore B-boy named Eazy E

It’s ‘88 now

73’s obsolete

A nigga wit’ a serious ass attitude

And 100% street

And if y’all wanna hear some more

We cut back to the studio, extreme close-up of the visual sound level.

LYRICS

In one way or the otha

I’m a bad brotha

Word to the motherfucka

Dre’s hand hits the stop button, which also is the cue to…

FADE OUT:

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