Moreland will also write the screenplay for the film, which “will center around [Monk’s] struggles for musical success, mental illness and the spiritual love triangle between his wife Nellie and one of the world’s richest women, Nica Rothschild,” according to a statement.
With a unique look featuring sunglasses and hats, he was among the most well-known jazz artists of the next three decades, and was even featured on the cover of Time magazine on Feb. 28, 1964. Monk recorded prolifically for labels such as Blue Note, Prestige, Riverside and Columbia, although his output diminished beginning in the early 1970s and he staged his final tour in 1971. A Clint Eastwood-executive produced documentary, “Thelonious Monk: Straight, No Chaser,” was released in 1988. He died of a stroke in 1982.
Yasiin’s artistic measure, his approach and so many other intangibles are perfect to bring Thelonious to life.” Says Moreland, who like Monk attended Stuyvesant High School in New York, “having spent most of my life as a musician, record producer and composer, I feel really connected to him.
Yasiin Bey, the musician formerly known as Mos Def, will portray jazz piano legend Thelonious Monk in the biopic “Thelonious,” which is slated to begin production in the summer of 2022. The project is being brought to the screen by Jupiter Rising Film and its co-founders, Alberto Marzan and Peter Lord Moreland.
For Bey, the film is believed to be his first role appearing as a character other than himself since 2009’s “Next Day Air.” Previously, he has starred in “Bamboozled,” “Monster’s Ball,” “The Italian Job,” “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” and “Be Kind Rewind.” He also portrayed Chuck Berry in the 2008 movie “Cadillac Records” and scored Golden Globe and Emmy nominations for his work in the 2004 film “Something the Lord Made.”” />
His family moved to New York in 1922, and he began taking piano lessons shortly thereafter. By the mid-1940s, he was gigging regularly in area jazz clubs such as Minton’s Playhouse, where he swinging style presaged the bebop sound later popularized by Miles Davis, Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker. Renowned for his improvisational virtuosity as much as his all-time standards such as “Round Midnight,” “Straight, No Chaser,” “Blue Monk,” “In Walked Bud,” “Well, You Needn’t” and “Ruby, My Dear,” Monk was born in Rocky Mount, N.C., in 1917.
It’s an honor to be the first to tell this important story in an epic way.” “This role is one that requires great depth and a unique understanding of who and what Thelonious Monk was and how his lasting impact can still be heard throughout the music world today,” said Marzan. “The moment I met Yasiin, I knew we found our Thelonious.

[Verse]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a goddamn minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait one fucking minute
I’m looking at your year end list
You’re choosing rappers you’re friends with
Who be rapping what their friends did
Toolie ratchets and extensions
Wait, wait, wait a minute
We done already heard their best shit
We already got the message
They on a lean, molly, Percocet trip
Think I found what real success is
Running around here since "The Message"
Forty pounder full of death wish
Money counter full of blessings
I sent a cannonball right at the cannon barrel
Through your wall, closet, through your damn apparel
Through your grandma chair, through your granite counter
Topping, I ain’t tryna stop it ’till you standing on the doorstep
Of the man upstairs, nigga, you’re next
Wait a minute, nigga
I’ve been going crazy on these records way before Flex
This the bad half Shady vortex, armed in navy warfare
Y’all done bar them Bailey boys
Best to back the fuck up or get smacked the fuck up eighty million different ways
If I say it’s fuck the world then the world’s getting fucked
Eighty million different ways
When I’m finished with it
Then the world’s gon get the AIDS like some 1984 sex
This the traumatize your favorite rapper year
This the homicide related racketeer
All I’m tryna hear today is trap and drill
It’s all downhill from here like Jack and Jill
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I’m giving all my hoes an ultimatum, she my mascot
I’m just tryna motivate her, I’m just popping shit
She just getting ass shot
Like a Soulja Boy home invader
I get a whole clip to all my haters
Just so I could go and get exonerated
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I watch you niggas go tool up
I’m Compton menace on school bus
It’s documented, boy, prove what?
Been dropping gems since I grew up
I got to feel this void move, bruh
The target’s been destroyed, boo ya
These nerds rapping for attention
For a word from Vlad or Akademik
Prefer to slap you over engine
I merge rappers for the Guinness
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I know you heard I’m back in business
I’m going harder than Tha Carter X
I’m birds flapping independent
I’m tycooning through the pressure
I’m typhooning through this weather
I might do a nigga beat for ’em
Give him back to him a little PHresher
Got the cash holding on line two, brink trucks noise on one
Casanova with the rifle, fuckboy, don’t run
I’m live from it with the streams
Buying guns and getting beams
You guys coming with your teams
It’s feeling like iFunny with the memes
I flip the blade like "say something"
Around dough like Rajon
Let you rip the stage
Then I come and rip the stage down more like Trey Songz
Category slaughter gang shit
Feel me, nigga, this is God hustle
Phantom or the ‘Vette, Tammy Lahren, Charlamagne shit
The odd couple
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I’m prime away from fucking mating with her
I bend her over, stick her on the expensive car
Tyler fucking Creator with it
You a lame, you from Twitter fame
You had a chain, now it’s your nigga chain
Face down on your computer keys sleep
Closest you gon’ be to laying in your name
Body bag after body bag
Leave a trail laying in your lane
I’m Cold Chillin’ on the record business
But I ain’t saying I distribute Kane
Wait a motherfucking minute
You popping molly with the actors
I fucked the baddest of the white bitches
I’m Talib Kweli with the blackness
I’m Mos Def with immigration
Ladies on top of ladies
I’m most def with immigration
Babies on top of babies
Wait a motherfucking minute

[Verse]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a goddamn minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait one fucking minute
I’m looking at your year end list
You’re choosing rappers you’re friends with
Who be rapping what their friends did
Toolie ratchets and extensions
Wait, wait, wait a minute
We done already heard their best shit
We already got the message
They on a lean, molly, Percocet trip
I think I found what real success is
Running around here since "The Message"
Forty pounder full of death wish
Money counter full of blessings
I sent a cannonball right at the cannon barrel
Through your wall, closet, through your damn apparel
Through your grandma chair, through your granite counter
Topping, I ain’t tryna stop it ’till you standing on the doorstep
Of the man upstairs, nigga, you’re next
Wait a minute, nigga
I’ve been going crazy on these records way before Flex
This the bad hash Shady vortex, armed in navy warfare
Y’all done [?] them Bailey boys
Best to back the fuck up or get smacked the fuck up eighty million different ways
If I say it’s fuck the world then the world’s getting fucked
Eighty million different ways
When I’m finished with it
Then the world’s gon get the AIDS like some 1984 sex
This is traumatizing your favorite rapper, yeah
This the homicide related racketeer
All I’m tryna hear today is trap and drill
It’s all downhill from here like Jack and Jill
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I’m giving all my hoes an ultimatum, she my mascot
I’m just tryna motivate her, I’m just popping shit
She just getting ass shot
Like a Soulja Boy home invader
I get a whole clip to all my haters
Just so I could go and get exonerated
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a motherfucking minute
I watch you niggas go tool up
I’m Compton menace on school bus
It’s documented, boy, prove what?
Been dropping gems since I grew up
I got to feel this void move, bruh
The target’s been destroyed, boo ya
These nerds rapping for attention
For a word from Vlad or Academik
Prefer to slap you over engine
I merge rappers for the Guinness
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I know you heard them back in business
I’m going harder than the [?]
I’m birds flapping independent
I’m tycooning through the pressure
I’m typhooning through this weather
I might do a nigga before him
Give him back to him a little fresher
Got the cash holding on line two, Brinks noise on one
Casanova with the rifle, fuckboy, don’t run
I’m live from it with the streams
Buying guns and getting beans
You guys coming with your teams
It’s feeling like iFunny with the memes
I flip the blade like "say something"
Around dough like Rajon
Let you rip the stage
Then I come and rip the stage down more like Trey Songz
Category slaughter gang shit
Feel me, nigga, this is God hustle
Phantom or the ‘Vette, Tammy Lahren, Charlamagne shit
The odd couple
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I’m prime away from fucking mating with her
I bend her over, stick her on the expensive car
Tyler fucking Creator with it
You a lame, you from Twitter fame
You had a chain, that’s your nigga chain
Face down on your computer keys sleep
Closest you gon’ be to laying in your name
Body bag after body bag
Leave a trail laying in your your lane
I’m Cold Chillin’ on the record business
But I ain’t saying I distribute Kane
Wait a motherfucking minute
You popping molly with the actors
I fucked the baddest of the white bitches
I’m Talib Kweli with the blackness
I’m Mos Def with immigration
Ladies on top of ladies
I’m most def with immigration
Babies on top of babies
Wait a motherfucking minute