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July 11, 2022 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
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Tate on Jamaica
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I'm going to tell you my story about Jamaica.
I've been to Jamaica once in my life and I will never go there again.
So I had some business in Jamaica.
I was put in a very nice hotel.
When you get to the hotel, they say, we have restaurants, we have clubs, we have everything inside the hotel.
Don't leave the hotel.
We have everything you want here.
And it was fine for the first couple of days, but after a while of seeing fat Americans overindulge on the buffet and go into this club, which was garbage, as I'm sure you can imagine, you get pissed off with sitting in the fucking golden prison and you decide to go and explore for yourself.
So I said, fuck it.
I'm in Jamaica.
I'm gonna go find some actual Jamaican fun.
I know some Jamaican brothers in London.
They're a little bit crazy, and I know Jamaica's a dangerous place, but whatever.
I'm a dangerous guy.
A bullet probably wouldn't kill me.
Five might, but I can take one.
So, I decide to go out exploring in Jamaica.
So I go up to a reception and say, I need a taxi.
I'm gonna do my Jamaican accent.
She goes, I can't do it.
I'm gonna smile it.
She goes, what do you need a taxi for?
I said, I'm going to go out and look around Jamaica.
She goes, no, don't, don't do that.
Stay in the hotel.
We have, we have bar in the hotel.
I was like, no, no, no.
So she wouldn't give me a taxi.
So like, fuck you then.
Reception literally wouldn't order me a taxi.
So I walk out, out the hotel, down the long road, all the way out to the main road.
I think I'll find my own fucking taxi.
See a taxi.
I wave.
Dude stops.
I say, bro, I'm going to go.
I want to go have some fun.
He goes, get in the car, man.
I'll show you around the island.
We have fun.
I was like, all right, cool.
So I get in the car.
What's your name?
I said, Andrew.
I go, you?
And he goes, Grim.
I said, Grim?
He goes, yeah, Grim Reaper!
And started laughing.
And I was just like, haha, yeah, alright, Grim Reaper.
This is a warning.
When a dude tells you his name's Grim Reaper, you should get out the fucking car.
But me being my arrogant, jackass self, I'm like, alright Grim, cool.
So we're driving.
Anyway, Grim's accent was so thick.
He had that Jamaican accent, and he spoke in that patois.
It was so thick, I couldn't understand the guy.
He had this music on, this hard vibes cartel, like loud music, and he's talking shit, and I have no idea what he's saying.
So, he's saying, where do you want to go?
And I'm like, bro, I want to party.
He's like, what kind of party?
You like girls?
I know from being in all these countries, I've been to 72 countries, taxi drivers say, do you like girls?
And when you say yes, they take you to strip clubs to get commissioned.
But I also know Jamaica is super homophobic.
So I can't say no, I don't like girls.
And I also don't want to go to a fucking Jamaican strip club.
So I'm like, yeah, I like girls, but I don't want to go to a strip club.
I want to go find some normal girls.
I didn't actually care about girls.
I'm not really looking to fuck a Jamaican chick.
I just wanted to look around a bit, but you can't say to a Jamaican guy, I don't like girls, and get shot in the head.
Yeah, I like girls, but I don't want to go to a strip club.
Anyway, so he starts ranting off.
Talking, talking, talking.
And he was driving like a fucking idiot.
So I'm focusing on the road, thinking maybe I'm going to have to grab the wheel or some shit.
This motherfucker's about to kill me.
Talking shit.
And when he finishes, he pulls out about 5,000 American from his fucking pocket, one of those pockets on his shirt.
And he goes, you like that?
I have no idea to this day what he said.
He must have talked for about two minutes.
And he pulled out the money and goes, you like that?
I like money.
So I was like, yeah, I like that.
He goes, I partied with you all night.
I was like, okay, fine.
So by saying, yeah, I like that, I agree.
Grim's going to come party with me.
So he pulls up at this club.
The best club in Jamaica.
Blah blah blah blah.
We go in there.
I am mixed race.
I may as well have been Ed Sheeran up in this motherfucker.
It was black.
I'm not being racist.
I'm saying it was black.
The music was black.
The lights were low.
You couldn't see nobody's face.
It was just black.
Everyone in there probably had a gun.
Everyone knew the dances.
A song would come on.
Everyone's doing the same dance.
I'm standing there completely out of place.
I walk in there and within Precisely seven seconds I want to go.
And it took only seven seconds for Grim's stupid ass to order a bottle of Chivas Regal, which I don't even fucking drink.
They brought the bottle over to me.
I could see on the wall the price of the bottle, but the bill said double, because I'm obviously fucking too white for this fucking place.
And Grim just hands me the bill while he opens up the bottle.
So I'm like, all right, whatever.
So I pay for the bottle for Grim.
He starts sipping away on this shiva.
So I'm sitting there.
I'm standing up against the wall so no one can attack me from behind.
Just looking at this club, thinking, not only do I not belong here, I'm definitely a little bit intimidated, and there's definitely no fun for me here.
There's no action for me here.
But I don't want to just say to Grim, I'm going.
Because I need him to drive me home.
I don't know where the fuck I am.
There's no other taxis outside.
So I have to let Grim have his fun.
So we hung out for maybe 20 minutes.
Grimm's punk ass!
And listen, if you're black and you're watching this, don't get offended.
Black people can't drink.
They all think they can drink.
Black people can't drink.
I live in Romania.
I've gone to Russia.
White people can drink.
You can sit with a Russian man, do three bottles of vodka, it's fine.
Soon as a fucking black person starts touching alcohol, they all start getting out of control and rowdy.
That's why they're fucking fighting and shooting each other and shit.
This motherfucker starts drinking his shiv ass.
He wants to have about four or five drinks.
Drunk out of his mind!
So I say to him, look, Grim, let's go.
Why you off to go to a party just starting, boy?
I'm like, bruv, I ain't wanna leave.
I gotta go back to my hotel, I got a meeting, start talking some shit.
He's like, okay, I'll take you to a better party.
You don't like the party here, boy, I'll take you to a better party.
I'm like, alright, Grim, let's go.
As long as you get me the fuck outta here, let's go.
So we leave, we get in this car.
Grim is drunk.
Drunk as a motherfucker, driving like...
Putting his face closer to the road so he can see it better.
That level of fucking drunk.
Grim is hammered!
So he's driving the car at like 15 miles an hour.
You know Jamaicans take everything slow.
This motherfucker was going slow.
I'm like, bro, just take me back to the hotel.
I'm done with parties for tonight.
He goes, nah, boy, I think I did the best party on the island.
Now it's late.
It's party time now.
You go out at 10 o'clock.
Now it's midnight.
Now it's party time.
All this shit.
I was like, all right, fine, fucking take me.
Fine, whatever.
He was refusing to take me home.
I was like, fine, take me to this party.
So we're in this car, we're driving, we're driving.
Anyway, we start driving up this dirt hill.
Driving up this hill, driving up this hill, driving up this hill.
We're driving up this hill for like 10 minutes.
Dirt track hill in the middle of the forest on both sides.
And I didn't clock instantly.
Maybe it's because I had a few drinks.
But then I clocked and thought, this motherfucker's about to rob me.
There's no fucking club up here.
I'm about to get robbed.
I mean, me and Mr. Stupid wearing my fucking nice watch and shit.
So I was like, alright, cool.
I'm about to get robbed.
I've been robbed before.
You know, like, I'm a professional athlete.
I can fight, but also I know my limitations.
You wanna take my shit?
Take my shit.
Whatever.
I don't care.
I'll buy new shit.
So, there's no ego attached.
Most people die in muggings because of ego.
You want my phone?
Take my phone.
If you tell me you're gonna kill me, I'm gonna attack you.
But if you, like, just give me your phone and I'll leave, I won't hear it.
Bye.
Anyway, so I was like, he's gonna rob me.
So I was like, Grim, where are we going, bro?
We're not going to no fucking club.
I ain't stupid.
He goes, I didn't say a club, boy.
I said a party.
And that kind of gave me, you know what, that actually made me feel a little bit better when he said it.
I thought, maybe there is a party up here.
Maybe I'm fucking freaking out.
So we get up to the top of this hill.
And it was a party.
This was Grimm's party.
It was two rickety ass fucking street lamps.
Gimli lighting, a fucking clearing in this forest.
There was an old dude sitting on a cooler, and the cooler had some drinks in it.
There was a shitty old beatbox from 1988 playing the kind of raga shit you've never heard outside of Jamaica.
And there was about 20 Jamaican dudes.
No girls.
That's it.
That's the party.
Grim goes, we're here!
I was like, Grim, let's go.
And before I could even say, this is shit, take me home, he'd already stepped out of the car and started walking off.
All right, so what can you do?
You can't just sit in the car like a bitch.
Everyone's looking at you now because, you know, you've driven up to this part, everyone's staring at you.
So, go get out the fucking car.
What else are you gonna do?
So I get out the car.
I must have got out the car about four seconds after grip.
After I looked around, analyzed my options, I looked if there's a key in the car, if I can steal the car.
Then I was like, no, okay.
Looked on me, what they gonna rob me.
If they rob me, I got about a thousand US.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Analyzed everything in about three seconds.
Decided the best thing to do was get out the car.
Got in the car, and within those three or four seconds, Grim had vanished.
Grim is now gone.
Like a ghost into the fuckin' night.
I look around, and I cannot see Grim.
So it's just me.
At this party.
I'm like, okay.
So there's- I'm kinda like, well, where do I stand?
What do I do?
There's this shed.
This shitty shed.
And I'm- I have the same philosophy everywhere I go.
I don't wanna be attacked from behind.
If you're gonna kill me, I need to at least see it coming.
So I decide to go stand up against the shed.
So I go stand up against the shed.
I'm standing there trying to pretend I'm just like chilling.
And all the dudes are looking at each other and then looking at me.
And Jamaicans, they're not subtle.
Jamaicans are not subtle people at all.
So they made it very clear what they were doing.
They were asking, who knows this guy?
Can I rob him?
Like, is he a police?
Who the fuck is this dude?
So they're like, him, him, you know?
Like literally it's being super obvious.
Who the fuck is he?
Is he your friend?
If I shoot him, are you going to be mad?
Someone's talking to each other about me.
I'm just sitting there, and obviously as a professional athlete, especially in fighting, you get a poker face.
That's your whole job, is you have a poker face.
So, I sit there and thought, my only thing I can do is keep the poker face on.
I have to pretend I don't give a fuck.
I gotta pretend I'm so comfortable here, I gotta have the poker face, like you do before a world title fight.
Before a world title fight, you're scared, but you just keep that straight face.
So, I'm chilling, straight face, whatever, whatever.
Anyway, there's these two dudes, the two biggest guys.
I'm six foot three and a half, these dudes must be about six five, both of them.
Wearing the string vests, lean like me, built.
They start talking, and they're the ones who are most overtly pointing at me and like checking if, you know, I'm okay to be a target.
I can't say for 100% certain, because it was about 10 meters out in the dark, but I will say with 99% certainty, there was a pistol in his belt.
I analyzed him for head to toe and I looked in his belt and I saw there was a fucking, there was a pistol.
And someone would say, would you bet your life on it?
And I'd say, yeah, there was a pistol in his belt.
So I knew this was an unwinnable fight, so I was like, okay.
My plan is this.
While I was looking at his belt and the pistol, someone started walking down the hill, so I said to myself, next time, Someone starts walking down the hill, I'm just gonna walk with that person, and pretend I know that person, and if I can convince that one person not to kill me, then that lowers my odds.
Instead of having to convince everyone not to kill me, I'll just convince one guy to not kill me.
So next time someone leaves, I'm walking down the hill.
These two dudes are about to fucking attack me.
Anyway, I'm literally looking at the hill and thinking, that's my plan, and I hear, yo, and I turn to the side in this fucking grin, and he stinks of weed.
Stinking of weed out of his fucking mind.
He goes to me, you having fun boy?
I was like no, I said it's alright.
I didn't say no, I thought no.
I said it's alright man, I need to get back.
I got people waiting for me, that's what I said.
You know, the typical basic tricks, you know.
He goes, you want the taxi home?
I was like yeah, he goes, a thousand dollar.
I was like a thousand what, Jamaican?
Remember, I paid this guy ten Jamaican dollars, that's what like three bucks to get this far.
He goes no, a thousand American dollar, I leave you here with my boys.
So it was all a big setup from the beginning.
I said, my friend, I've got about $700 on me.
I spent the rest on your fucking Sheva's.
He goes, I'll tell you what.
I take your home for $700.
I wait outside.
You bring me the other 300 or you never make it off Jamaica.
I look him in the eyes.
I said, you motherfucker.
I said, you know what?
Deal.
We get back in the car.
It wasn't even animosity.
We get back in the car.
It was like men understand the reality of the world.
I can't be mad at Grim.
Grim does what Grim does.
I walked into it.
I get back in the car.
He goes to me.
He goes, the party's not finished for me, boy.
He starts putting music on.
He's my friend again.
Everything's fine.
We get back to the hotel.
And I thought, okay, I'm at the hotel now.
I can not pay him.
I can fucking call the police.
I can be a little bitch.
Like most white boys would do.
That's what a white boy would do.
I'm being racist now, but it's true.
Little bitch-ass tourist.
Little fucking, little pussy.
Ooh, run away from the car.
Grim tried to rob me.
You know what?
I have honor.
Grim, he pulled a scam, and it worked.
And he did save me from basically getting my brains blown out.
So I thought, you know what, Grim?
Here's $700.
He said, do you want that other $300?
I'll go get it if you want it.
And Grim turned to me and goes, don't worry about it, boy.
That's enough.
Have a good time in Jamaica.
I was like, thank you.
Well, the end of the story is this.
I had one of the guys who cleaned my room, and every time he cleaned my room, because I was into all-inclusive, unlimited alcohol, I'd give him all the alcohol from my room, because they'd refill it for free, so I'd say, take all the beer, take all the vodka, it's yours, I don't care, because they refill it.
And what surprised me, he goes, no one's ever done this for me before, I've only worked here ten years, it's like, it's free, why the fuck would I care?
Because people are stingy and stupid, whereas I'm not.
So this guy, I told him my story.
He goes, you are the luckiest man in Jamaica.
He goes, you don't know, they kill tourists because if they get caught robbing a tourist, they do the same time as murder.
They always kill tourists.
They would have definitely bury you in the ground.
No one find you for years.
They never let you go and give police report.
You're the luckiest man in the world.
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