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Five Reasons Why Wesley Snipes is a Badass

Five Reasons Why Wesley Snipes is a Badass

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5. Nino Brown in New Jack City (1991)


*Sit* your five-dollar ass down before I make change. 


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“I never liked you anyway, pretty motherfucka!”

In the late 1980’s, crack-cocaine was introduced to the rough New York City streets. Nino Brown (Wesley Snipes) is a cold-blooded and bad-to-the-bone mastermind who, with the help of his Cash Money Brothers gang, dominates the NYC drug game. Brown is a pragmatic and emotionless boss who has little to no patience for anyone, wether they be friend or foe. If you don’t believe me that Nino Brown is one ice-cold mofo, then check out these quotes from “New Jack City” and tell me that Brown wouldn’t make you tinkle in your trousers.


Nino Brown on Romance.

“That fucking skeezer- you think I give a fuck about her? Fuck that ho bitch! I don’t give a fuck about her! Get the fuck out of here!”

Nino Brown on fixing relationship issues. 

“Cancel dat bitch! I’ll buy a new one!”

Nino Brown’s take on what it means to be a ‘Wing Man.’

“I know damn well ain’t nobody sucked your shriveled-up dick.”

Nino Brown discusses the facets of his business model.

“Yeah, we takin’ over the Carter. We gon’ bum rush the whole damn thing. Now if the tenants cooperate, oh, it’ll be lovely; they’ll be loyal customers. If not, fuck it, it’ll be like in Beirut- they’ll be live-in hostages.”

Nino Brown’s thoughts on politics and the American Justice System.

“I’m not guilty. You’re the one that’s guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Colombian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just like you did with alcohol during Prohibition. You’re the one who’s guilty. I mean, c’mon, let’s kick the ballistics here: ain’t no Uzi’s made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business. This is the American way.”

Still don’t see the Badass-ness? Well, put some potty pads where you plan to place your posterior and prepare to be pissed.

About The Author


Since his wee lad-dom, Pooya has been a sommelier of cinema. It was likely some acting bug, fallen from the dust riddled ruby curtains of an enchanted old stage that did it. Those cinematic scarabs must have burrowed deep into his brain, irreversibly altering his mind, turning the poor boy down a dismal path. From his earliest years the strange boy would aimlessly wander the aisles of countless video rental stores, amassing his trivial knowledge with vigor. These actions befuddled the boy’s parents, who still would lovingly oblige his unusual attraction to the motion picture. Often seeking refuge in the cushioned seating of his local movie theater, the odd adolescent would immerse himself in the scripted and effects riddled realities unfolding on the screen before him. During his collegiate years, he was twice spotted on stage performing bizarre theatrical rituals before awe-struck audiences. When he departed from academia, he left behind his youth in exchange for a labor routine, but the strange young man never lost his long-cultivated love of film. Recently, Pooya was approached by to join their budding team of entertainment bloggers. After hours of coaxing and an undisclosed number of honey jars, he accepted their offer. Finally he had come full circle. Finally, at, he was home.

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