Can you count, suckers? I say, the future is ours, if you can count! … Now look what we have here before us. You got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We’ve got the Moon Runners right by the Van Cortland Rangers. Nobody is wasting nobody. That is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be. … You’re standing right now with nine delegates from a hundred gangs and there’s over a hundred more. That’s twenty-thousand hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there ain’t but 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it?! … Now, here’s the sum total: One gang could run this city! One gang. Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen. We could tax the crime syndicates, the police, because we got the streets, suckas! Can you dig it? … The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another. We have been unable to see the truth, because we have fighting for ten square feet of ground, our turf, our little piece of turf. That’s crap, brothers! The turf is ours by right because it’s our turn. All we have to do is keep up the general truce. We take over one borough at a time. Secure our territory, secure our turf because it’s all our turf!
The Warriors, Cyrus