Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth Page #5

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"Let's get this money, nigga. You

up there with them motherfuckers,

big-ass white motherfuckers,

let's see what they brought you. "

And I'm saying, "Let's do this,"

right? But it's different this time.

It's a lot different

this time.

My friend, Barkim, he's older.

He's around 18 at the time.

And he goes...

he's a Five Percenter.

So I'm sure I see

Five Percenters,

people that were

Five Percenters here.

It's supposed to be a real...

a real righteous brother.

Very righteous.

Supposedly.

Supposed...

You never heard of a Five

Percenter in your life, have you?

Have you? This righteous

brother, he's smoking with us.

"Yo, yo, Mike, man, what

the f*** you doing, nigga?

These white people

love you, man.

They love you, man.

This ain't...

Go back up there

with them white people, man.

Don't be f***ing with us, man.

F*** that sh*t.

I wish I had some

white people that loved me. "

And Barkim died

shortly after that.

Somebody murdered him, you know,

'cause he was in the game.

I always wonder

if I didn't listen to him,

I wonder would I be here

telling this story.

But not everybody

was happy with my success.

No, no, no.

Uh-uh.

There were some haters. You need

haters to motivate you, though.

Got to have 'em.

They resented my fast rise

and close ties to Cus.

In particular, a trainer

named Teddy Atlas.

Yeah. He didn't like Cus telling

him to drop other fighters

and focus on me.

He thought I was arrogant

and spoiled, which I was.

But what he said

don't matter

'cause Cus had my back and my

talent was un-f***ing-deniable.

( cheering )

So Teddy had this sister-in-law

who was 12 at the time.

And I was 15.

I knew her

for a couple of years

'cause we went to the same

Catskill upstate New York school.

And we knew each other every day

'cause Teddy was married to her sister.

You know, everybody's close like a

little family, everyday stuff, right?

And I was an awkward dude.

Never been with a girl.

Put that one in.

Never kissed a girl.

Well, I kissed her,

but never with the tongue.

I kissed pigeons. I like

pigeons, so I kissed pigeons.

But we joked around a lot and I

felt really comfortable around there.

Around the ladies,

of course.

I'm talking about

the young girls.

So one day in a moment

of immaturity,

with raging hormones

taking the lead,

I grabbed her ass.

I don't know what hand. I know

I grabbed her ass, though, right?

You're an older gentleman,

so I'm sure you may know, sir.

And you look like you've made

a lot of mistakes in your life.

You ever do something when the

fantasy... the fantasy in the head

is going on in your head and your

head tells you if you make this move,

the fantasy

will become a reality?

People are familiar with that?

All right, so I made the move.

I didn't get the response

that I anticipated,

and the response

I got back was like, "F***. "

And it wasn't like she said, "F***

you, Mike! Why did you do that?"

It was like, "F***. " And you just

like, "F***! Why did I do this? F***!"

And she didn't say anything, but you

know it wasn't right when you touch it

and they, "Whoo,"

and looked at you.

And you said,

"Oh, sh*t. "

And this nigga,

I know he know.

Oh, you know

that's some sh*t.

The cops are coming, or somebody

is going to come with a gun.

Bad idea, right?

So now it's 6:
00 p. m.

I'm going to the gym

as I always do

and she told Teddy.

And I see Teddy

and he looks as mad

as a motherf***er.

Teddy had a bad back

from a car accident,

so he was always

cracking his f***ing back.

And it always reminded me of

somebody suffering from Tourette's.

Because he'd be talking...

even training he's like,

"Move your head. " Crack.

"Move your head. " Crack. Crack.

"Move your head. " And he's

moving and sh*t, and like, crack.

And I'm looking at him

over there

and he's mad.

And I see him and he starts

coming towards me.

"Mike, come here. "

Crack, crack, crack.

And he grabs me...

crack, crack.

But he pulls his big

motherfucking gun out.

Not that f***ing funny now,

Miss Red Dress, is it?

All right?

So...

This is my head.

So he goes,

"Motherf***er, you ever touch

anybody in my motherfucking...

I'll blow your motherfucking

head off, you motherf***er. "

- My head's here now and he goes...

- ( gunshot )

He don't shoot me, but he

shoots the gun close to my ear.

You, sir, you look like you've

been shot at before, right?

( laughs )

You know that

proverbial "bong"

that goes off when

the gun goes and, bong!

That happened to me. After Teddy

shot the gun, he was the one that ran.

And I'm not saying

I was a bad motherf***er.

I wasn't, like, going,

"F*** you, nigga.

Shoot me.

I'm ready to die. "

I was like, "Whoa!

F***! Stop! Wait!

Hey, motherf***er, why?

Sh*t!"

You know?

"Cus!"

God damn.

Who's from Staten Island?

( audience shouting )

Raise your hand.

I see you.

All right, so Teddy was

from Staten Island, okay?

So on Staten Island, you know

everybody on Staten Island

think they're

a motherfucking gangster.

Out there on Todt Hill.

What's that hill?

Toot Hill?

Todt Hill?

So...

I wish I had my ring.

But this is the proverbial

Staten Island gangster.

"You looking at me

up there?

Hey, it's Staten Island. "

So he went like this.

This is a Staten

Island thing.

"Hey, my friend.

If you knew who I knew,

you wouldn't be popping

at the f***ing gums, you know?

Oh, yeah?

You want...

my f***ing uncle...

yeah, my uncle.

My f***ing uncle. My

motherfucking... my mother's brother,

he f***ing cleans Paulie

Castellano's colostomy bag,

you f***ing moolie

motherf***er!

You f***ing moolie f***!"

What the f***'s a moolie?

There was a lot of rumors

that went on about this.

Everybody thought I was

a 20-year-old pervert

and she was 12 years old,

but I was only 15.

And I'd never been

with a girl before.

But Cus was outraged

and he fired Teddy.

Teddy went to New York

and trained some fighters

and we never spoke again.

You know, it was very easy

for me to block out the fact

that my mother was sick when I was

being praised and worshipped upstate.

Actually, I didn't know how sick

she was until it was too late.

She died of cancer, but I think

she died of a broken heart,

a shattered dream

that she never accomplished.

See, my mother was always

talking about her death.

For some crazy reason,

she had a fear of dying

and her body going

to this place called...

what's it called,

potter's field?

A year before her death,

she started saving money

and she bought a few

burial plots

at Rose Hill Cemetery

in Linden, New Jersey.

And it was important that we

made sure she was buried there.

She had a small funeral and only

a handful of people attended.

And it was a damn shame,

because she should have had

a better send-off to heaven.

But we were so poor

when my mother died,

we had to bury her

in this thin

wooden cardboard-looking box

without a headstone.

So years later

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