Transcript
Look at this!
Beautiful.
You know why it's beautiful?
Is it the snow?
No.
Is it the trees?
Is it the nature? Is it the clean air?
No, it's beautiful because there's no people here.
And you know, I don't want to be
negative things.
I was gonna say negative Nancy, but I need a man's name that begins with N.
Negative Nathan.
It's not who I am. I'm a positive man, it's Top G.
However...
People are dipshits.
On the long drive here, I enjoyed a whole bunch of dipshits who couldn't drive.
Either in the fast lane, not moving out the way, pulling out in front of me, sliding on the ice, crashing, skill issues, traffic.
Some dipshit parked his car in the fuck...
in the gas station. I pull up behind him to get gas.
This dipshit goes into the...
gas station.
He must have been there for 35 minutes.
The gas station's not that big.
I spent less time in fucking Disneyland than he spent in that gas station.
dipshits
And then...
When you get famous, lots of things in life are accelerated, right?
your income becomes accelerated, you become
exceptionally wealthy because you're no longer getting paid for what you do.
You're getting paid for who you are.
Anybody can make a video to camera in front of the snow.
But when Top G does it, you watch. You understand? So you start to make more money, that's accelerated.
You start to get more pussy, that's accelerated. You get clout, you get fame.
But also what's accelerated is the dipshittedness.
of humans.
And now I'm out here with absolutely no people because I've realized
Ever since I became monumentally famous
What I've done is taken all the old friends I've had 20 years ago,
because I've made precisely zero new friends.
I don't hang around with any famous people.
I don't have any new friends. I'm not falling for the trap like everyone else. I'm with the same day ones I've always been with.
Then we live in a big compound with gates and walls and guns.
And then if we do leave it, we leave to places like this,
which are an hour and a half from civilization.
So nobody can talk to me.
Because...
When you're famous,
People become intolerable.
And I want you to understand, because you're a nobody at home, why famous people don't want to talk to normal people.
Because I always thought I'm a man of the people.
I'm trying to free people from the Matrix. I'm fighting back against tyranny. I'm a common man. I'm from a Luton Council estate.
I am just a poor man.
with lots of money. I'm not a snob, I'm not a Rothschild. I'm a man of the people. If I become famous, I'll stay a man of the people. And then I realize
that people are shit.
And that's basically impossible.
I'll give you some examples.
I'm walking down the street. Someone comes up to me.
"Hey Andrew, can I get a picture?"
Now, I know to him that's no big deal.
But after 77 times that morning,
It's actually very annoying.
Because...
Not only am I trying to do something else,
I now have to scan and check his hands and make sure he has a blade or a weapon or a knife.
Then I've got to look around at all the people he's with.
And then when he takes a picture, all the other people are gonna want a picture, so now a line's gonna form. And worse than all of that is that this dipshit
Can't use a fucking phone!
I didn't know people couldn't use phones!
I've seen my three-year-old.
use phones better than most people use their phones.
People get their phone out. Can I take a picture of it?
Quickly, because people are looking and they're going to ask for photos. Okay.
Bro!
You wasted fucking 20 minutes of my fucking life!
And now there's a line of people. And now some mother's run over with her four kids. "My kids love you, can I have a photo?" It's like, now it's a fucking photo shoot.
I actually have other things to do.
Maybe when I first got famous, it wasn't that annoying. It's super fucking annoying. I was having breakfast.
at a hotel.
A five star hotel.
When this fucking dude walks over.
Some Australian dude.
walks over. Good day, mate.
Hi.
"Oh, I love a photo, mate. Yeah, they love you back in Australia. Yeah, I love a photo. Barbecue."
It's the worst Australian accent ever.
But that's--
What you sound like.
I was like, well, I'm eating my breakfast.
Maybe after my breakfast.
"Oh yeah, I just want a quick photo of him, ain't that?"
Yeah, I know.
I'm eating my breakfast.
I'm not your performing seal, I'm eating my breakfast.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Alright mate, just want a photo mate, yeah. Maybe on the way out mate, yeah, yeah.
All right.
So you annoyed me already!
I finished my breakfast.
I get up.
On the way out,
He's looking at me.
And I felt that. Even though he annoyed me, even though he interrupted my breakfast, even though he's a dipshit Australian, even though he's a fucking has no manners because he's a crass
Who are Australians anyway? Fucking English criminals we sent over there to fucking...
Calm down, Ed.
So even though I'm pissed,
Because I'm such a nice man. I'm good-hearted. You understand? I'm not a good heart.
On my way out, he's looking at me.
It's his phone, Lufo, Lufo! I said, "Fuck's sake." So I walk over and go, "All right, let's do the photo quickly."
Oh yeah, mate, yeah, they love you back in Australia, mate. Yeah, all my mates are going to be out here, my mate, mate, mate, mate. All right.
Selfie boom gets it done
Can you do a shout out to my mate Steve?
No, I don't do show outs.
Just my mate Steve. It's his birthday. Just do a shout.
I don't do shout outs.
Why?
Now,
When he asked me why,
I thought about smashing his fucking face in.
Why? Because I said so.
Why? Because I don't fucking work for you. Why? Because I don't owe you a fucking thing. Why? You interrupted my breakfast. I've now decided to leave. I've come over and done your dumb shit. Why? I don't know, Steve.
Steve could be a fucking pedophile. Why am I gonna shout out Steve? He's gonna end up on the news.
pedophile Steve, number one pedophile in Melbourne, Sydney, Australia,
Fucked a thousand kids, shout out by Andrew Tate, misogynist. No!
Because they use everything they can against me.
Steve's gonna start walking around Australia
And this is another reason I don't do shout outs. Because this just happened. This is a true story. It's why I don't do shout outs.
Steve's gonna walk around Australia,
"Yeah, I got this big crypto project. Yeah, you should invest in my crypto project. My partner's Andrew Tate." No, it's not. "Yeah, look, here you go. Steve. Shout out Steve. Yeah, my number one boy, me and Andrew Tate. Yeah, give me a hundred million dollars." Scamming people. Then I'm gonna get emails. "This guy said he knew you. He had a video of you. I've lost my life savings. My kid can't afford his leg amputation." All this bullshit. I was trying to have fucking breakfast.
Do you understand? 'Cause what Australian dipshit?
DIP!
Shit!
And this is just the beginning.
of being famous
You don't understand.
So you're sitting there going, why doesn't he want to take a photo?
Why does he want to be around people?
It's only a photo. It's only a shout out. Why does he want to avoid people so bad? Look at the story I just gave you. That's a completely true story. I'll give you another one.
"Hey, Andrew, we can make a lot of money together. Don't need money. Don't want your help."
No, honestly, we can make a bunch of money. Don't need money. Don't want your help.
No, I'm going to put together a proposal. Trust me, it's going to be great.
Don't need money. Don't want your help. All right, let me just put it together and let me just show you.
You can't show me
I'm busy. You can show a member of my team.
Once again, I am being gracious.
I'm giving...
Some dude, the chance to pitch me via proxy,
with his project.
He works his ass off two months.
spreadsheets.
PDX
fucking jerking off the porn, whatever you nerds do.
Puts it all together. Puts together this whole fucking big famose.
Goes to my associate.
Here's what we're going to do. We're going to build a beautiful crypto project or this amazing website or a new social media network and we're going to do all these magic things and we only need Andrew to market it, but we'll do the rest. Not understanding that marketing is basically 95% of the fucking work.
Do you understand? I could sell this plain white fucking cup.
Because I'm top G.
That's the work.
Getting the cup!
It's easy.
Coming along saying "I can provide white cups if you just sell them" and pretending we're 50/50 partners is asinine. Because we're not 50/50 partners, because nobody gives a fuck about your cup without me.
I am the cop!
Me!
I can find someone else to give me white cups.
Do you understand?
You are replaceable.
I am not.
There is only one top G.
So they come to me with this 50-50 partnership.
Garbage.
You just do all the marking, all the real work.
And we'll just do all the dumb shit that I could hire Indian staff to do, or my own staff could do, or War Room guys could do, or I could just do my fucking self.
Anyway, I looked at this proposal for precisely...
that long.
I think it was about four and a half seconds.
And I said, no.
Should be the end of it, right? I've been a nice guy.
A guy begged for a chance.
He put his heart and soul into it.
I looked at it for as long as I could possibly bear. I was unimpressed.
And I said, no.
What have I done wrong? Nothing.
I denied him 20 times at the beginning.
Because he's a dipshit.
He then starts walking around. - Yeah. - Andrew's a scammer.
He made me, "Yeah, I was putting all this time and energy into this project we were supposed to work together." He wasted months of my time.
Then he starts spamming my phone.
spamming my email. And why'd you waste my time? It could be a really good project. You're missing out and start attacking me. Bro, I don't fucking know you. I don't know you. I didn't want your project.
I didn't want to work with you. I don't know who the fuck you are. You begged and begged and begged. I gave you a chance. You failed. Now you're running around saying that we were supposed to work together and that I'm a bad person and I've screwed you over. You're a fucking dipshit.
I should have just never fucking spoke to you.
I should have never spoke to the Australian man. I should have never spoke to the people who are trying to do business with me.
All these fucking nobodies are constantly trying to get in touch with me at every single fucking time.
I've ever, because I'm too nice a man,
given in, and spoken to anyone, I have regretted it.
100% of the time.
100% of the time, do you understand?
100?
percent of the time I've regretted it.
There was a guy
who was waiting
at the cigar lounge I frequent.
And I saw him waiting there every day.
for two weeks.
two weeks
Every day he waited for a photo.
And after two weeks,
I finally said,
Come, let's take a photo.
We took a photo.
He puts it on Instagram.
Some mid-year-old.
Six.
some fucking mid bitch who's not even hot,
wrote how I'm a misogynist and human trafficker.
And he wrote underneath it,
Long time, how have you been?
He didn't even defend me.
because he was trying to get mid pussy from Instagram.
I gave him the photograph, his hero.
And when some mid-basic pussy appeared,
Oh yeah, maybe he is a human trafficker. How are you?
- Yeah.
I was flabbergasted.
He waited for two weeks.
But when the mid pussy came along, he couldn't defend me.
These are the people of Earth. The dipshits.
that I'm supposed to live amongst.
I don't want to talk to anybody.
ever again.
Don't ask me for a fucking selfie.
Don't ask me to do a shout out. Don't approach me with your business bullshit.
Fuck!
OFF!
All of you.
Because I've tried with you people.
I've tried so hard.
And all you've done is fail me.
And then I've realized that
The universe,
and God
is actually very giving.
And the reason I am me, the top G, with all of the material wealth
a man could possibly desire, beautiful children, loyal wives, brothers he can rely on,
a good heart. I have all the things a man could desire.
And the reason all these other people have fucking nothing
It's because they're dipshits.
I get it now.
I get why you're all broke and sad and stupid and poor. Because you're fucking idiots.
You're not even socially intelligent enough.
to not piss me off.
When you meet me.
You pissed me off near instantly.
And then it all makes sense.
You're all just a bunch of fucking dummies.
And that's why you're all fucking poor, and that's why your girl cheats on you, and that's why you're sad all the time.
Because you're a bunch of fucking dumbasses.
Bro, I have so many dipshit stories. This should be the end of the video. It should be over now.
But they just go on and on.
Bro, I am fucking tired of trying.
I was such a nice guy.
Recently.
You know what?
Woo-sah.
Woosa!
Woosah! I'm here amongst the nature.
There's no people.
As it should be.
And when you watch this video, I want you to understand, when you come ask me for a photo and you see,
A distinct...
hatred.
in my eyes.
It's not
for you specifically.
but it's for who you probably will be.
or turn out to be.
or the people before you,
who turned out to be dipshits.
I'm sure some of you might be okay, but dipshits have ruined it for all of you.
And now that I am famous, I totally get why famous people avoid the common man. Absolutely.
And instead of ending the video, I'm going to segue this.
I'm going to segue this onto another point.
Because...
As a man of the people,
A man who only 10 years ago was broke. A man from a council estate.
Here I am, a few years later, despising the common man.
So ask yourself this.
If I despise the common man,
A common man who managed to get out via his own indefatigability and unmatched perspicacity and Aikido!
managed to escape the Matrix. And now when I see people who are still inside of the Matrix, I look at them as lazy and stupid.
socially unaware buffoons,
belching and farting their way through life. "Hey mate, come and fart out!"
fuck off.
Imagine how much the elites hate you.
Because they've been born into lineages and bloodlines where they've never even been amongst you peasants.
Imagine how much they dislike you. Imagine how stupid they think you are.
You think they won't exterminate you?
You think they won't fucking make you vanish from the face of the planet once you can be replaced with a fucking chatbot?
Most of you dummies could be replaced by a chat bot already. I guarantee ChatGPT could ask me for a photo more polite than you could.
Chalk GPD would piss me off less than most of you dipshits.
Certainly, Teslas can drive better than the people I had to encounter on the way here today.
Fact.
Most of you are unoriginal, annoying dipshits.
soon to be replaced by machines. The elites will exterminate you because they absolutely not really hate you. I'll probably be sitting somewhere with the elites because they want me to be on their team because I'm super rich and they keep trying to buy my soul. And I'm gonna sit there and say, I didn't wanna sell my soul. I didn't wanna join the elites. I tried to stay part of the common man, but some Australian prick ruined my breakfast.
.
.
Yeah.