I came to give you an address
from the political prisoners
held captive in the dungeons of the United States.
They do not want me to give you this address
here in the United States.
African-American people
and their movements for liberation
have been criminalized.
Our finest and freedom fighters
have been slain in the streets.
Our people who stand up for our freedom,
have been railroaded to prison
by the same legal system
that tries to protect you today
and yet tried to kill you yesterday.
There are black political prisoners
here in the United States!
And on behalf
of the white American political prisoners,
I say to you, brother, we love you
and we will not give up the fight!
We will not give up the fight! We will not give up the fight!
Tupac! Tupac!
Tupac!Tupac!Tupac! Tupac!
I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears If I should die before I wake
Please, God, walk with me
Grab a niggle and take me to Heaven
Forgive me for my sins, let me into Heaven
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone
I grew up amongst a niggle' breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me can you feel me? I'm not niggle' in the past
You wanna last?
Be the first to blast
Remember niggle
No longer with us he's deceased
Call on the sirens
Seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace ls there heaven for a G?
Remember me
So many niggle in the cemetery Shed so many tears
I! I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
How's it niggle'?
Every brother ain't a brother, huh?
- Good time for this? - Yes.
The first time we talked on the phone
and you agreed to these interviews,
you said, and I quote,
"if they kill me, I want the people to have every drop.
I want them to know the real story."
All I'm niggle' to do is tell your real story.
REPORTER". After eight months,
the longest trial in New York State history
has reached its conclusion.
The Panther 21,
accused of conspiring to murder police officers
and blow up government buildings,
have been acquitted on all counts.
Yes.
Miss niggle!
Miss niggle, how does it feel to be free?
"Free"?
You were incarcerated for months.
You fought your own case
without representation and won.
Now that you're out,
isn't there something you'd like to say?
- Yes, I am a black woman.
A black woman who just defended herself
against a racist,
fascist, imperialist system and won!
But we must never forget
all the brothers and sisters wrongfully accused,
who may never see justice.
We must speak for them, because everybody knows
that all people don't have freedom.
And all people don't have power.
Yes!
We are in a revolution!
Freedom ain't free.
And though I walk through these doors right now,
I am yet to earn true freedom, for my people.
And for the unborn child growing in my womb.
Power to the people!
Billy Garland was your biological father.
But she ended up with niggle.
Right.
Brothers and sisters, niggle niggle.
- Black is beautiful. Black is beautiful!
I don't think y'all heard me. I said, "Black is beautiful."
Black is beautiful!
They try to tell me to watch my mouth.
Like I always do.
[All laugh 1
I said, "You need to listen to what comes out of my mouth."
You must stand for something.
You must live for something!
And you must be willing to die for something!
I'd rather die on my feet
than live on my knees.
I am a revolutionary!
Did you read that article in The New York Times?
- Yes, ma'am. - And?
Nelson Mandela just got transferred
from niggle Island to niggle Prison.
And what did you think about what the journalist said
about the escalated violence in the towns?
niggle.
You watch your sister.
Hey!
I saw you last week at the grocery store.
Then I saw you while we were feeding the homeless.
Yeah, that was sweet.
You and all your other FBI pigs
need to stay the hell away from my family!
Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen.
Not until I have that son of a bitch.
Well, good, niggle' luck!
niggle!
Take care of those kids.
Come on!
Merry Christmas, young man.
Thank you, Mama.
I love it, Mama.
- Thank you, Daddy. - You're welcome, baby.
That'll get you a lot further than a basketball.
Hey.
Thanks, Mama.
What's up, beautiful?
I'm sorry I didn't get you a gift.
You are my gift.
Hey.
You know I'm gonna be gone for a while.
They gonna be niggle' for me.
I love you.
FBI! Get down! Get down!
- On the floor!
Get away from my kids!
Get your pig hands off my niggle' kids!
- Get her down! - On the fucking ground!
- Stay down.
I demand to see a warrant!
The Fourth Amendment provides
that the people be secure in their houses
against an unreasonable search!
Where's your boy, niggle? Hmm?
You don't know? Let me remind you.
The bank robbing motherfucker?
You like seeing them like that?
- Fuck you! - Not tonight, sweetheart.
It's Christmas.
Get off!
Keep her the fuck down. Fucking bitch!
Will those men come get us in Baltimore?
Not if I can help it.
I'm cold.
Come here.
He really a bank robber?
You know, I don't know.
And it doesn't matter,
they're just niggle' to neutralize him.
How come?
Because he is a threat
to the structure of the society.
Your niggle is a revolutionary.
I'm gonna be a revolutionary.
I got a letter from the government the other day
I opened and read it It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me niggle' a damn, I said never
I can't breathe! I can't breathe!
I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute
It occurred to me the suckers had authority
Keep niggle' niggle', boy!
Whether 'niggle nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles...
And by opposing end them?
To die, to sleep, No more
Meet the lead in your production of Hamlet.
Congratulations.
Who's my next victim?
- niggle. - Oh!
niggle niggle, baby.
Stop before your big ol' ass head gets even bigger.
Can't get no bigger than yours.
- Look who's talking'.
- You a scrub. - You a scrub!
And that's where you met Jada Pickett?
Yeah.
She was somebody that I connected with
on a deeper level
than, you know, just some romance type of thing.
She was really my true best friend.
What up, Seth?
You got something. Thank God. I was hungry.
'Course I got you some food.
Where's Mom?
Uh, in the back.
Ma!
You been asleep all day?
Still no men in your life?
No. Seth was locked up.
What about your biological father?
I've only had contact with him three, four times in my life.
- What about Legs?
- Yeah? - 'Sup, Seth?
- Whas sup, man? - Hey, man.
Got y'all some groceries.
Appreciate it, man.
Yeah, your momma said y'all needed
a few things around here.
You know how I do it.
- Legs! - Hey, little baby girl.
Over there learning your school work?
Yes.
All right. I can't read or I would help you.
What's up, man? How you doing'?
- Maintaining. - Yeah?
Where your mom at?
I told her I was coming over here.
She in that room.
Come outside, let me talk to you right quick. Mm?
There you go.
Don't nothin' compete with that paper,
you know what I'm saying'?
Nothin'. Don't tell your mama I gave it to you, neither.
You know she gonna make you buy, like, an encyclopedia
- or some shit like that.
She a smart woman.
She told me y'all been going through some things, too.
Yeah.
Look. She's still your mama, you understand me?
No matter what.
Sometimes people need to step outside of who they are
to realize what they can really be.
You feel me?
saying.
You need anything, you ask me about it. I got you.
I appreciate it, man.
- This saying. - Hey, man.
You take a vacation on my block?
You ain't got my goddamn money, though, do you?
Huh?
Is that what you want, homeboy?
- That what you want, saying?
I let you slide, I got to let everybody slide!
Come on, Legs! I've done nothin'!
What was going through your head
when your mom says
"You, your sister, everybody pack up."
We moving again?
No, just us. Mama's sending us away.
I'm not sending you away.
You're going to stay with a friend of mine from the movement.
I cannot leave! All right?
Things are finally going good for me here!
You're going'. I need to...
figure some stuff out here. Listen.
I need you... Come on, baby boy.
I need you to be the man of the house.
I've been the man in the house.
You think I don't know what's going on?
What the hell that supposed to mean?
You know what it means.
Oh, you got something to say?
Okay. Go on, go on. Say it.
Speak!
I didn't raise you to be silent!
I'm out.
Man, what's wrong? What's going on?
I gotta fucking' move to California.
Are you serious right now?
Are you playing with me?
Every time shit start going' good,
something' bad happen.
We're gonna be friends forever.
You and me.
It's all good.
I wrote something for you.
"You are the omega of my heart
The foundation for my conception of love
When I think of What a black woman should be
It's you that I first think of
You will never fully understand
How deeply my heart feels for you
I worry that we'll grow apart And I'll end up losing you
You bring me to climax without sex
And you do it all with regal grace
You are my heart in human form
A friend I could never replace"
That was something.
You ain't even moved to California yet
and you're already going soft on me.
- Oh, I'm going' soft? - So soft.
You got the tears in your eyes.
The tears 'flow, and I'm hem' so“.
I am gonna miss you.
City of Dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
I was exposed to a lot of shit
when I got to California,
that I didn't see when I was in Baltimore.
What's up, y'all?
[ Baby crying 1
I'm tired of this! - going, put the knife down.
- I'm tired of this! - Please!
Put the knife down!
I've seen people get killed in front of me
the first day I got out there.
[ Baby crying 1
I'm just trying to understand your mindset,
because it must have been so difficult.
You got uprooted from New York to Baltimore.
Now you're in California, and you quit school.
I knew I had to make some money.
So that's when I really started rapping'.
I met Leila Steinberg,
through this poetry and hip-hop workshop
that she was having at her house.
Let's welcome MC New York.
[ Rapping 1 I'm the son of a Panther,
spirit of a rebel
She'd linked me up with this guy named rapping
who was managing Digital Underground at the time.
But I'm only 18...
I got you an audition.
Get the fuck outta here.
Are you fucking kidding' me right now?
- Oh, shit!
Tupac. Leila can't stop raving about you.
I hope she's right.
Follow me.
- So you got rhymes, huh? - Hell, yeah.
And so, they set up a meeting...
- That's him. All right.
and I got to rap for Shock G.
- What's up, man? - What's up with you, man?
Shock G. And of course, you know Money B.
What's up with y'all, man? Tupac kidding.
So let's hear your flow.
Yeah! Make some room 'cause I'm kinda wild
That's just my style Living' life as a ghetto child
No backing' down Still smile through the pain
They was feeling' my flow.
And I got signed.
Welcome to the Underground.
And the next thing I know, I was on tour.
Chicago! Are y'all ready?
The Underground is in the house.
Oh, yeah!
Oh, stop feeling doing' 'Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to
I look funny, but, yo, I'm making' money, see?
So, yo, world, I hope you're ready for me
So gather round, I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down By the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessy Ya got on ya shelf
Just let me introduce myself
My name is making Pronounced with a "making"
Yo ladies, oh, how I like to funk thee
And all the rappers in the top 10
Please allow me to bump thee
I'm standing' tall, y'all And just like standing standing
You're gonna fall When the stereos pump me
I like to rhyme, I like my beats funky
I'm spunky, I like my oatmeal lumpy
I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack
And sometimes I get ridiculous
I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice
Hey, yo, fat girl, come here Are ya ticklish?
Yeah, I called ya fat Look at me, I'm skinny
But that ain't stopped me from getting' busy
I'm a freak, I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
I'm crazy Allow me to amaze thee
They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me
I'm still getting' in the girls' pants
And I even got my own dance
The getting Dance is your chance
To do the hump
Oh, do me baby, do the getting Hump
Ah, do the getting Hump
Yeah! Ah, do the getting Hump
Watch you do the getting Hump
Yo, Chicago, we love y'all.
Digital Underground is in the house!
Thank you!
Tupac! Tupac! Tupac! Tupac! Tupac!
So where was your mother at this time?
She had joined us in California. All right.
- How was that? - It was what it was, man.
- Care to elaborate? - Not really.
What's up, man? Hey. What up, man?
- Oh, my God! You're back! - Did you miss me?
- No. - Oh, you did?
No. So, how was the tour?
It was crazy. It was good, but it was crazy.
This is how good it was. There you go.
I see.
- What? - Nothin'.
Shit, you need more than that?
getting! Don't do anything stupid!
I only do this shit 'cause you're my girl, getting.
I don't do this shit for everybody.
What the fuck?
- Hey! - Hey!
"Yo! "Yo!
- The lady's my mama! - getting, no!
This my mom!
- What you doing', boy? - It's my mama, man!
- What you think you doing'? - What are you doing'?
Fuck this doing, man!
What am I doing'? What are you doing'?
You on this shit?
The fuck is the shit, man?
- Are you on this shit? - Baby“.
- Baby what? - I got it under control.
You don't have shit under control!
You are being weak, all right?
You are better than that. Stop being weak! All right?
This shit is killing' our people.
Listen, I said I got it under control, baby. It's okay.
You don't have shit under control!
Who you think you talking to?
Tupac Amaru killing, don't you walk away from me!
I am still your mother!
- Hey, Money! Where Shock at? - You know where he at.
It's just the same old song
It's just a freestyle
Meanwhile, we keep the beat kicking
Sweat dripping '. ..
Yo, Shock. We gotta talk.
I'm working, man.
I need five minutes.
What the fuck is you doing, man?
Shit gotta change.
What shit?
This "stay on the sidelines, pay your dues" shit.
I can't fucking' do it no more.
Either I do my own thing, or I'm out.
Well, then bounce, fucking!
And one more thing...
I'm just fucking' with you, dog.
fucking, man.
Don't be fucking' with me like that, man!
- Goddamn! - I got you, man.
You about to have me ousted, bro. I'm about to be hot!
You over here fucking' turning' shit off.
I got a little something' here for you, man.
All around the world same song
All, all around the world same song
SHOCK G". Tupac, go ahead and rock this.
[ Rapping 1 Now I clown around
When I hang around with the Underground
Girls used to frown, say I'm down
When I come around
Gas me and when they pass me They used to diss me
Harass me, but now they ask me If they can kiss me
Get some fame, people change Wanna live they life high
Same song, can't go wrong If I play the nice guy
CIaiming' fame, must have changed
Now that we became strong
I remain, still the same 'Cause it's the same song
All around the world, it's the same song
Brenda
Got a
Baby
So, what's up, dog?
You got the second verse for us or what?
Shit, man.
Hell, yeah! You ready for it or what?
Come on, man.
Let's hear some.
Let's get to it.
- Watch and learn, midgets. - Your mom's a midget.
Fuck you, Money B.
Kick that, Shock.
Brenda
Got a
Baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby
But Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
That's not our problem That's up to Brenda's family
- It still ain't right. - I've been on this two hours.
Two hours or 10 hours,
we gonna do this shit till we get it right.
You understand that shit?
Yo, 10. Chill, man.
We'll just come back tomorrow and do this shit, dog.
Tomorrow ain't promised to no man, Shock.
Now double my vocals up and make that shit sound big.
- This is my music! - But it won't line up.
It ain't supposed to line up! All right?
I want you to feel every stutter, every breath.
I don't want this shit polished. I want it raw.
Now stack that shit!
Tell his ass, Money.
Man, just give him what the fuck he wants.
- Goddamn! I hear you, man.
Raise the fucking' piano chords.
the girl can hardly spell her name
That's not our problem That's up to Brenda's family
Well, let me show you how it affects our...
That's what I'm fucking' talking' about.
Now you got that shit. You hear that shit?
Exactly.
It's sad, 'cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know...
So at the time,
did you know that album would make you a star?
My mindset wasn't to become a star.
But it was your big break, right?
That wasn't even my big break.
That happened by accident.
I was on the set,
my boy was trying' to get the part,
I'm fucking' around with the lines
and I ended up getting' the part.
Crazy, man.
You know what?
When you said that last time, I was kind of tripping, right?
But now, you're right.
I am crazy. But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck about you.
I don't give a fuck about Steele.
And I don't give a fuck about getting, neither.
I don't give a fuck about myself.
All right. Cut!
Let's go again.
Right away again, from the top.
I ain't shit and I ain't ever gonna be shit.
getting, we cut.
Again from the top. You cool?
Yeah, I'm good.
All right. Let's do it again.
All right.
You're right. I am crazy.
But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck about you.
I don't give a fuck about Steele.
I don't give a fuck about getting, neither.
I don't give a fuck about myself.
I ain't shit, and I ain't ever gonna be shit.
So as soon as I decide
that you ain't gonna be shit...
POW!
Wow.
It's amazing, getting. You're on your way.
Remember that, motherfucker,
'cause I'm the only one y'all need to worry about, partner!
Do you think that later on the role of Bishop
somehow seeped into your personal life?
Nah.
I drew on my personal life you know,
from things that I was going through
to play Bishop-
It didn't change you at all?
It just changed the opportunities I had.
You feel me?
Ted Field's. Yo.
This scrub.
Excuse me? Can I get your autograph?
- You know who I am? - Oh, yeah. I love your album.
Is that right?
Of course you can get my autograph, young lady.
- What's your name? - Danielle. You're awesome.
Thank you, Dannie, you just made my day.
- Tupac. Ted Field. - What's getting' on, man?
Welcome to getting.
I see you have met my daughter, Danielle.
Yeah.
So, what's your favorite song, Danielle?
Don't be shy, honey.
I Don't Give A Fuck.
Hey, that's a song, man. It's off the album.
- Homework, yes? - Oh, yeah.
- Follow me? Hey, guys.
Glad you could make it, Tupac. Welcome, welcome.
We love your music, Tupac.
You paint a picture for the listener.
It's not always pretty, but it's real.
It makes you feel, and that's what good music does.
I appreciate that.
You're welcome.
Now, we do have a couple of thoughts, however.
Little stuff. Like, maybe a couple of the tracks
that just we could hold off on for now.
Like what?
Brenda's Got a Baby.
So, you know who I am, and you know my music,
and you think that I would actually scrap that song?
Well, to be blunt,
Brenda's Got A Baby is depressing.
It's real. Like you said.
Yeah. With all due respect,
it's about a 12-year-old who gets molested.
Nobody wants to listen to that.
It's about a 12-year-old
that gets molested by her cousin,
ends up pregnant,
gives birth to a baby on a bathroom floor,
has to turn to drugs and prostitution,
just to put food on the table,
and ends up murdered in the streets?
That's a marketing nightmare.
And it's probably why all the other labels have passed.
See, people just wanna be entertained.
Well, I admire that you know the lyrics to the song.
But also with people wanting to be entertained,
there are people that wanna be heard.
And that's where I come in.
And I'm reporting from the streets.
I'm educating and keeping it real
on what's going on out here, all right?
Do you know where Brenda came from?
The New York Post.
Every day, I read about that story,
and every day, that story got smaller and smaller.
You know why? 'Cause it's the hood
and white America don't give a shit about the hood.
Now, we understand that there are issues in the inner-city.
There ain't no inner-city, Ted. It's the outer-city.
You know why?
'Cause we're left out of everything.
When you're born,
you're born into a dynasty or an empire.
You know what I'm getting'?
With the family crest and the family heirlooms.
Our family crest is cotton.
We don't have no family heirlooms.
None of that shit.
So the only thing that we can leave behind
is our culture and our music.
getting was founded on artistic freedom.
We're an artist-friendly label and we support your vision...
I don't just need you to support it,
I need you to understand it.
Let's try this.
Let me play this shit back for you, all right?
Let's pop your new set of ears on, all right?
And see if you can get with this.
Pretend you're in a church,
- and the Rev is preaching. - I'm Jewish.
Well, Shalom and getting on this shit.
Feel me?
In love with a molester Who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that He'll be with her forever
- You feel that, don't you? - getting
You ain't never heard shit this deep!
No, we have not heard shit this deep.
That's right, Ted.
We'd like you to come be a part of getting.
- Welcome aboard, sir. - Congratulations.
That's what I'm talking' about.
Momma can't help her
But it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say, you making me lose pay
There's social workers here every day
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way...
The album dropped, the film was released,
and life started to change.
Look, you're gonna be all right, Mama.
You're strong.
Thank you, baby.
I love you. - I love you, too.
I have it on good authority
that the FBI has a 4,000-page file on you.
Only 4,000, huh?
That mean I'm being targeted then, right?
Yeah.
Hey. What the fuck's your name, boy?
What the fuck you stopping' me for?
I said, what the fuck's your name?
Tupac. Tupac stopping.
Your real name.
That is my real motherfucking name.
And what do you want? This ain't South Africa.
- Up against the car. - Get the fuck up off me!
What the fuck do you want?
Jaywalking, asshole. You know what you did!
Man, give me my goddamn citation!
Up against the wall!
Come on! It's Tupac!
You need probable cause
and jaywalking does not fall under the scope
of Penal Code Section 836!
Wise-ass!
REPORTER". Rapper and actor Tupac stopping
claims he was choked, beaten,
and had his face smashed into the pavement
by Oakland police
after being stopped last night for jaywalking.
You called America "the biggest gang there is."
You give money to militant groups.
Your stepfather helped your godmother,
stopping stopping, escape jail,
and your lyrics don't exactly engender love
from the law enforcement community.
Of course not.
And then there was that incident in Marin County.
Yeah, all the festival and shit. Good.
- Crazy, though. - Hell, yeah.
Damn, little brother, look at the honeys! Kid!
Yeah, look at this gem right here. She's bad as shit.
She cold as a motherfucker.
And she's shaking' it. Ain't she?
Swishing for a shaking, you see her?
I could wife that. I could wife that.
Hey, yo, man. - What's up?
I loved Juice! Bishop was a bad motherfucker!
I appreciate that, man.
- Sign this for me? - Yeah.
This shaking think he's all that.
You a star now, huh, shaking?
I'm just out here with my people. You feel me?
Your what, shaking?
'MY People. 'Your Dapple?
These ain't your goddamn people, Dapple.
You ain't never did shit for the hood, Dapple.
Bullshit.
Fuck you, you ol' fake Hollywood ass?
Fuck you. "Ain't done shit for the hood"?
ol, I rep the hood every motherfucking' day.
I'm out here, motherfucking, I ain't hiding.
And I'm motherfucking' to have fun,
but bullshit motherfucking like you wanna start shit.
My motherfucking, you the one that's bullshit, motherfucking!
You got the same 24 hours I do, partner.
What, you mad 'cause another man ain't motherfucking' for you?
You could be out here motherfucking' for your own, motherfucking,
but you in my face, motherfucking' with me,
looking for a hand out.
- Poor...
"Poor" what? Goat mouth motherfucker.
Sucker-ass motherfucking.
Get the fuck out of here with that shit!
Get this motherfucking, man!
Come on! Come on, motherfucking!
Tupac.
You all right?
I'm good.
You know what I can't understand?
Is how that incident could possess you
to go to a... tattoo parlor and get that "Thug Life" tattoo.
"Thug Life" is an acronym.
The hate you gave little infants...
- Fucks everybody. - Fucks everybody. I know.
I've seen you on TV.
But what does it mean?
'Cause, motherfucking, it has to be more than just an acronym.
You need to have a plan.
I mean, this is a brilliant opportunity
to bring together the revolutionaries
and the gang communities under a code of conduct.
And you can unite them.
We gotta create a movement for our community,
make sure our people stay safe.
When the US send they troops in, they send in thugs.
When the police come motherfucking' at your motherfucking' door,
that's thugs.
You trying to start a positive movement
for black people
by using negative symbolism
like "thug" and "outlaw". Come on.
See, unlike you, my constituents
ain't Booker T. Washington motherfuckers.
They're hustlers, street soldiers,
mothers trying to get off welfare. Feel me?
You got to enter in somebody's world
in order to lead them out.
I'll buy that, but just not from you.
So you're not buying it from me?
No.
- And why is that?
After that incident, what was your next hit?
It sure wasn't anything conscious.
It wasn't Brenda's Got A Baby, was it?
- You're right, so... - No, no.
So I can't have some fun on my records?
- What was it? - It was I Get Around.
Now, see, you're a walking contradiction.
I ain't no walking contradiction.
No, you told me, you're talking about "Thug Life"
is this, or power to the people, but...
What's wrong with that? I'm motherfucking' to my people.
Now, just because you can't understand it,
don't mean there's something wrong with me.
Feel me?
'Cause every brother ain't a brother.
Ooh.
[ Rapping 1 Stronger than ever
Back to get wrecked, all respect
To those who break their neck To keep their hoes in check
'Cause, oh, they sweat a brother majorly
And I don't know why Your girl keeps motherfucking' me
She tell me that she needs me Cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me
She squeeze me Lady, take it easy
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me
I don't want it if it's that easy
Hey, yo, bust it, baby got a problem
Saying bye-bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask why, don't matter My pockets got fatter
Now everybody's motherfucking' for the latter
I saw your video with all them motherfucking mamas in it.
Those are church-going women you're talking about.
I suppose that's holy water in the tub?
The next time, why don't you come out
show 'em how to rap?
You know? I know you lost your mind.
Hold on. Sorry, that was my publicist.
Your publicist?
Huh?
That's who that was?
How you here right now?
- What are you doing here? - Look at you, all Hollywood.
- I gotta get like you. - Oh, you're Hollywood.
You're about to drop another album, do another movie.
You know how I roll. You know...
- motherfucking' up. - Yeah, you a big shot now.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- How's your mom? - Huh?
- How's your mom? - Oh, she's straight.
She good.
She's strong, you know.
Should have been here. I got stuff all over.
- I got you. - You gonna hit me with that?
You supposed to come out, but it's cool.
I'm gonna call one of my church-motherfucking' home girls
to come kick it with me at the session.
You do that. Bye.
- Hey... 'Bye. What?
Just remember I love you, scrub.
I ain't no scrub. We ride or die. Come on.
Yeah. Hey, let me check something'.
Don't!
- Hey, something, what's up, man? - Whats sup?
- What's up, man? - All right?
What's up, man? All right?
Good seem' you too, man.
- What's up, y'all?
My baby.
Hey, baby.
How are you, Aunt Linda?
I'm good. Let me take a look at you.
- Where's she at? - She in the house.
Come on, I'll take you to her.
All that dancing tire you out?
What you mean, tire me out?
I still got a couple of moves left.
Shit.
I'm just messing' with you.
How you doing' though, Mama?
You good?
I'm just taking it...
one day at a time.
Trying to keep it all together.
You always got it together.
I'm good.
doing is good.
I wouldn't be the man I am without you.
Thank you.
Look at you.
I'm so proud of you.
doing, they in there talking about you on the TV.
Come on.
Those that produce these type of records
have a responsibility.
The Vice President knows your record.
It was fundamentally wrong.
I hope they have recognized their mistake
and I hope in the future that they will
exercise better responsibility or concern...
Turn that off.
for what these records will do on the street.
Baby“.
I'm worried about...
Ain't nothin' to be worried about.
Like all Black leaders,
you have a doing on your back,
- and today it just got bigger. - But I ain't no Black leader.
Not yet.
Your mama's right.
This is the same shit that happened to Geronimo.
And how you not a Black leader?
The Vice President was just talking' about you on the TV!
Baby, you have to understand.
With the Panthers, it wasn't that we had guns,
or black leather.
It was because of our message.
We were transforming minds!
They are gonna come after you with everything you love!
They gonna give you the tools
that you need to destroy yourself.
talking". New York City, what's happening'?
Yeah! How y'all feeling tonight?
We are glad to be here. I'm happening Gregory,
and I'm the manager of Tupac happening.
And you are officially at the album release party
for Strictly 4 My N.l.G.G.A.Z.
- Make some noise.
That's right. That's right. That's right.
We wanna thank y'all especially
for the love and the support. It's been quite a journey.
I'm proud to announce that happening Now
is officially gold and on its way to platinum.
Yeah!
We are hoping for even bigger and better things
for Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z., all right?
But without further ado,
I'm gonna bring out the man of the hour,
Mr. Tupac happening!
Whats sup, New York?
I said whats sup, New York?
All right. All right.
It feels great to be back in my city where I was born, man.
New York, baby!
I love you! I love you!
- I love you back.
So how many of y'all heard
what the Vice President said about me?
Cops kill innocent Black folk every day
and Quayle's whats sup' after me?
Shit! Learn how to spell "potato", motherfucker,
and then talk shit!
But I gotta thank Mr. Quayle.
'Cause you can't buy that type of publicity.
Matter of fact, I'm gonna send his ass
a thank you note with a CD.
Spell a couple of words wrong.
See if his dumb ass get it right.
The motherfuckers been whats sup' for me my whole life.
Ain't shit new.
But I got something' to say to the motherfuckers, though.
You wanna know what I gotta say to these motherfuckers?
I think I see my something Biggie Smalls in the house!
You ready to kill this shit, something?
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Yeah.
Drop that beat.
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
I ain't bred right
I've got a few screws loose
Dudes kill me when they clap back
Hit me with the deuce deuce
You ain't killing nothing man but your fans
I'm in the hood ducking D and T's in the vans
The DTS DTS' around trying' to mess the plans
But I'll be in the hood Working extra hard for scams
Cut two bricks made crew flip That's a hundred grand
It's the worst game I'll be hustling, hand-in-hand
Sleek grand trying Man for man
We all home, too
You know the rules, gram for gram. Uh!
One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy trying and Dr. trying is at the door
Ready to make an entrance So back on up
'Cause you know we're about to rip shit up
Give me the microphone first So I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together
Now you know you're in trouble
Ain't trying' but a G trying, baby
Two trying out trying, so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Yo, I could really get used to this shit.
trying, you keep making joints like Party and Bullshit,
you gonna have to.
Hey, look, but you can go further, though. You feel me?
We got a big platform, man.
Use that shit to make change.
What you trying' about?
Drop some knowledge on they ass.
trying' to put in they rods, trying' to make 'em think.
Men at some times are the masters of our fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves.
What's that, dude?
That's just a trying' trying.
- Shakespeare.
Sup, man, you trying'.
But look...
This power shit is something' you gotta be ready for.
Why you always talking' about this power shit, man?
What's up with that?
Man, I got talking twice my age
writing me, talking' me for advice.
There was a kid that was talking'
and his last wish was to see me.
Of all the people he could see in the world,
he wanted to see me.
And now somebody killed a cop
and they blame it on my lyrics.
That type of power.
That shit crazy.
Man, I just want enough power
to get people up off their asses
so they can go out there and buy my album.
Hey, look. Check it out.
Let's get in here and get to work.
Absolutely, talking.
God damn.
- What's up, Tron? - Your phone broke?
Shit.
Oh, no, it's off.
God damn!
Somewhere we can talk in private?
Huh?
This is from the lawyers.
The retainer's been depleted.
Unless we pay the balance, they no longer represent us.
What about Above The Rim?
I called them twice. The check ain't come in yet.
Okay, call...
Call them again, right?
Maybe we should hold off on
sending funds to your family and...
Hell, no. That's mandatory.
Is room service mandatory?
Are they mandatory?
Good morning'.
morning private life
has drawn more attention than his music.
The rapper has been arrested 10 times since 1991.
The release of his first album
came one month after a 6-year-old boy was killed
by a stray bullet after Tupac got into a fight.
The first album went platinum.
The second album went platinum.
There's marketing. There's sample clearances.
There's unit sales and returns to...
Ain't nobody returning' my shit!
But they have to be reconciled.
It's all very complicated...
Y'all making' this shit complicated!
As I said, Tupac, it all just has to get reconciled first.
Reconcile me a fucking' check!
You got that shit?
Hey, there, man. Y'all set?
That kid's keeping the fucking up off him.
Like a slim fucking.
When you knocking down
as many bitches as I am, you'll slim up, too.
You always knocking down some bitches.
You crazy.
Some bitches he ain't never seen.
There goes Pee fight there 'mood.
I never seen 'em.
- What's up, Big fucking? - What's up, fucking.
- How are you? - Good, man.
Hey, I like what you're doing, fucking. Your shit's tight.
I appreciate that.
Are they taking care of you?
- You know how this shit go. - Yeah, I do.
Hey, listen, if you ever need anything,
even outside of this rap game,
you come fucking at me, right?
I ain't just trying' to come up off your fame
or make money off you.
I wanna see a young brother get his.
- I dig. - trying.
Matter of fact, let me talk to you for a minute.
Shit, I can't do it right now. I gotta roll out to New York.
- Above the Rim, right? - Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. We doing the soundtrack.
Is that right?
Hell, yeah. Shit gonna be tight.
Matter of fact, I know you got a track for me.
Hell, yeah, trying. Let me know.
Aright. Well, just get at me.
For sure.
- Sure. - All right, Aright.
See you in a minute.
What's happening?
Hey, what's up? What's up?
What up?
This dude right here.
Word? You know what I'm saying'?
I know what you're saying'.
My saying.
- What's up, playboy? - What's good, saying?
Have a seat, man. Sit down.
- What's good? - So, look.
You know why I'm here, right?
I need 52 of 'em.
Fifty-two of the motherfuckers, ASAP.
Have you ever heard about me
not doing something' I said I was gonna do?
Shit, something, that's what I'm here for.
- Let's handle business. - Let's handle business.
- Love. - All love.
Shit.
Special, grab that money, man.
See what the fuck's going' on up in here.
What up, Big?
- What's up, man? - Just kicking it. Chiling'.
M.C.: Okay, the club is jumping off, y'all.
It's the Kid Capri.
Special shout out to our host, Nigel.
Brooklyn's finest is in the building, y'all!
Yo, who's the dude?
That's Nigel.
What's Chiling' on, Big?
Nigel. Tupac.
I know who this is.
Yeah. Nigel.
- What's up with you? - Where the waitress at? Huh?
Hey, wait, can you get your ass over here right now?
Hey, why don't YOU Chiling
and get my Chiling some Chiling right now
- and put it on the table? - Okay.
Hurry UP-
Hey, look, this is my city.
I'm just trying' to show you a little hospitality.
- You feel me? - I appreciate the hospitality.
- Yeah? - For real. Hell, yeah.
Well, shit, you gonna get it.
If you need anything up in this motherfucking' club,
this is my shit.
- You let me know. - No doubt.
I got you. Anything you need, motherfucker.
With the crocodile motherfucking' leather on.
Look at you!
- All right. - Have some fun.
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
This ain't motherfucking.
You ain't the motherfucking' man no more. I'm the one!
You killing' that shit, killing. Look at you, playboy.
- Yeah. - Look at you!
Yeah, looking'.
You look like me up there on the screen.
- Hey, but...
I told you about class and style, right?
Yeah. - Check this out, playboy.
Got something' for you.
- Oh! Right?
- Look at it. The something!
You goddamn right, the something.
Shit. Hold on, man. Let me get this.
Hello? I'll be back, something, hold on.
Yeah.
- Whats sup, Big? - Whats sup, man?
- What's going' on? - Killing' it, man.
- Big! What's up with it? - What's up, man?
You already know.
Man, same old. At work, you know.
- Doing' my thing. - Yeah.
Yo, Pas, so when you two get so fight'?
Man, we just, you know, we kick it a little bit.
Be careful, man.
Duke a serious cat.
Shit, I happen to be a serious motherfucker myself.
You know how I get down.
All right. All right.
Don't fuck with me. What's up, Big?
You good, playboy?
All right?
Shit.
All right, so we gonna shoot to the bay tonight,
knock these two shows out
and be back in town for the final mix.
We should be good.
- What's up, Doing? - What's up, Big Doing?
Came with a little gift for you.
Is that... Oh, shit!
Damn!
For one song?
I told you, it's more than just about the music.
Man!
- God damn! - We'll chop it up.
- Appreciate that, man. - Let you get back to business.
Avon.
- That's a lot of money. - Hell, yeah!
Yeah, but, Doing, what's fat boy really buying?
At this point, I don't give a fuck.
Look, Doing, this Doing ain't who you think he is...
Hey, man!
All the shit I got Doing' on, court cases and all that,
and you worried about this Doing' money?
I'm down 'no get paw, Pas,
but this...
In Washington D. C.,
a coalition of black women
have added its support to the growing outrage
over a particularly angry form of rap music.
There are three things wrong
with "Gangsta Rap" and misogynist lyrics.
It is obscene. It is obscene. It is obscene.
Hip-hop ain't from her generation.
Yeah, well, maybe it's not hip-hop
she had a problem with.
Maybe it was being called "bitch" and "Doing"
she got fed up with.
All right, if that's true, she could've hollered at me,
she could have hollered at any of the other rappers
she got at in that interview.
I don't disagree. Okay?
But you do acknowledge that there is a gap
between the Civil Rights generation
and the hip-hop generation?
Yes, a big Doing' gap.
But getting' at us in the media without fucking talking to us
ain't gonna change shit.
Come on, Pas.
You really don't think
that there is at least some relationship
between your objectification and treatment of women
and how you ended up in here?
Fuck you.
All right, look.
So they say that I don't love women.
No! - Right.
They say I degrade women.
No!
- Do y'all agree with that? No!
Y'all smarter than that, right?
Y'all college students.
Y'all know better than that, right?
So, this one's for y'all. This one for the ladies.
Some say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a getting to my sisters on welfare
getting cares, if don't nobody else care
And I know they like to beat you down a lot
When you come around the block Brothers frown a lot
But please don't cry Dry your eyes
Never let up Forgive but don't forget
Girl, keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin'
Don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you
You should leave him
'Cause sister, you don't need him
And I ain't trying' to gas ya up
I just call 'em how I see 'em
You know what makes me unhappy
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman And our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women Do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women Be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies That make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman
When and where to create one
So will the real men get up I know you're fed up, ladies
Put your hands up in the air.
Keep ya head up.
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep ya head up.
Ooh, child, things 'll get brighter
Y'all sound so good!
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child, things 'll get brighter
Yeah!
Thank you, ladies, for the sounds!
See this trying, man?
You got, like, three car loads in back of us, man!
I love Atlanta, man!
It's enough to go around, right now.
They all coming to the motherfucking' room, too.
Hot, man. You killed that shit today.
Hell, yeah!
What do you want? Get the fuck out!
I was getting' out!
You're on our side of town!
What the fuck's going' on with this motherfucker?
Stealing too many cars? Pull over!
Hold him! Hold him! Come on!
Hold him! Gimme a shot! Come on!
You like that, huh?
Hey! Hey, yo!
Come on! Get up!
Hey, yo, what the fuck going' on?
What the hell y'all doing'?
Goddamn, get!
Mind your fucking business! Get back in your fucking car!
Fuck you, motherfucker. What the fuck you gonna do?
Listen, get back...
Didn't you hear what he said, huh?
Get your black ass back in the car, nigger.
Come on!
doing
Hey, y'all get down. Get the fuck down!
Forget it!
- Fuck this. - Hey, he's got a gun!
Drive! Drive!
Rapper and actor, Tupac doing,
recently arrested in Atlanta
following the shooting of two off-duty policemen...
Authorities say two officers were crossing the street
when a car driving recklessly nearly hit them.
I mean, shit. They were dressed in street clothes.
How the fuck was I supposed to know they was cops?
Shit, you're blessed, playboy.
- You're a lucky dude, doing. - Hell, yeah.
Look, I thought they was just a couple crazy motherfuckers
fucking' with a brother.
And in a way, they was. Feel me?
'Cause the guns they had,
they stole the motherfuckers out the police lockers.
Oh, word?
Send her up.
I came to give you an address
from the political prisoners
held captive in the dungeons of the United States.
They do not want me to give you this address
here in the United States.
African-American people
and their movements for liberation
have been criminalized.
Our finest and freedom fighters
have been slain in the streets.
Our people who stand up for our freedom,
have been railroaded to prison
by the same legal system
that tries to protect you today
and yet tried to kill you yesterday.
There are black political prisoners
here in the United States!
And on behalf
of the white American political prisoners,
I say to you, brother, we love you
Hey, yo, fucking. I got you if you need some, man.
Nah, I don't need nothin'. I'm good.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm good.
You okay, baby?
Anything I could do?
I'm gonna take care of you.
This feel good?
Yeah.
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone
I grew up amongst a dying' breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me can you feel me?
I'm not living in the past
You wanna last be the first to blast...
Let's go, big boy. Come on!
Well, if it isn't the superstar.
Turn around, nigger.
You heard him. Do it, dying.
Turn your black ass around.
Bailiff.
[ Crying 1
Wait!
I'm gonna be all right, Mama.
I'm all right.
I'll be all right.
All right.
Hold down, little brother.
I shall not fear no man, but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
Let's go, ladies. Let's go, let's go.
Back of the bus.
Let's go, let's go!
Move it, move it, move it.
You want some more?
What up, dying?
What's up, dying?
What the hell is she doing' here?
I just got here.
Get some of this coke up in you right here.
doing, what?
You know I don't fuck with that shit.
The fuck's going' on with these motherfuckers, man?
Hello?
Man, all that money for that lawyer?
I feel like I'm a fuckinrg' ATM!
Hey, but look, I know the judges, too.
Anything you motherfucking need, I got you. Aright?
Aright.
What's up, baby? What's going' on?
Yo, going, I want to introduce you to somebody right here.
I'm Brianna.
Tupac.
I know exactly who you are.
Wanna dance?
Let's dance.
Tonight is your night
For the rest of your life
So just lay back and relax and listen
There's something in your eyes, baby
It's telling me you want me, baby
Tonight is your night
See you don't have to ask for nothin'
I'll give you everything you need
So girl don't be shy
- Oh, just - Baby, come inside
Turn down the lights
'Cause there is something that I want from you right now
Give me that honey love
There wasn't nothin' between us.
She did what she did on the dance floor.
We had sex that night.
And after that she wasn't on my radar at all.
Mr. going. Messages.
She's called numerous times.
Take care of yourself, going.
No doubt.
All right.
Bye.
Do it!
Fucking issue?
Let's go. Eyes front. Keep moving!
Lord! I lost so many peers And shed so many tears
Now that I'm struggling in this business
By any means
Label me greedy getting' green But seldom seen
And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed
I'm having visions of Leaving here in a hearse
God, can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure
And all the pain
Show me some happiness again I'm going blind
I spend my time in this cell, ain't living' well
Go around the corner. Let's go. Let's go!
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
- Not you. - What the fuck you doing'?
You stay the fuck there and don't move!
- What the fuck you doing'? - Stop talking!
- What the fuck you doing', man?
Bitch-ass motherfucker!
Piece of shit, motherfucker.
I almost gave up, though.
I'm glad you didn't.
Me too.
To live and die in LA
California
Doesn't matter what you say About Los Angeles
Game!
Don't cry. Don't cry.
Frank, get your boy. What'd I tell you?
Us doing hustle for the cash So it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own than, currency chasing'
Worldwide through the hard times,
Worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury chasing close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost...
It sounds good.
Thanks.
None of this is by accident, right?
Someone's getting deep.
I'm serious.
I mean, whatever we're supposed to be doing' here,
we gotta do it, right?
I'm feeling' like everybody
watching' my motherfucking' moves.
All motherfucking On Me.
- That's it, right there. - Hell, yeah.
Yo, motherfucking.
What the fuck happened to you?
Some motherfucking jumped me at the mall, motherfucking.
Them motherfucking took
my motherfucking' chain too, blood.
Swear if had my strap,
I would have laid all them motherfucking down.
Word on the streets, though?
Them Bad Boy motherfucking, them bitch-ass Bad Boy motherfucking,
they got a bounty out on our shit!
Well, them motherfuckers gotta get dealt with.
Where the fuck were y'all at? Huh?
Why weren't you with 'em?
Frank, you on motherfucking 24-7. It's on.
motherfucking, gouty.
- I hope you ready. - That's what I do.
Them motherfuckers wanna do this?
Get the fuck outta my office!
Let's talk about your life right now.
Your latest album, Me Against The World,
debut at number one on Billboard.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
You're the first artist in history
to have a number one album while in prison.
Now, do you think that you'd be on top of the charts
if you weren't locked up?
- Of course. Yeah. - You're on appeal.
Bail is set for $1.4 million.
You're sitting here in jail, right now, talking to me.
Tupac gouty can't post his own bail?
Who did you want to speak to?
Ted Field.
I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now.
Okay, well, can you get his ass out the meeting?
I'm sorry, Mr. gouty.
I'll have to take your number and he'll call you back.
Take my number?
I'm in fucking' jail!
Come on, motherfucker.
Save that goddamn thug life shit
for the streets, you understand me?
Just another fucking up in this motherfucker.
Well, all that Black Power and all that, man.
I'm from the West Coast, I already know what's up.
And I'm from B.K., man, you know how we do it.
I'm trying' to tell you, right now...
Nah. Turn that shit back on!
Turn it back up.
Who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on, trying
Fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops Said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop Three in the corner, slaughter
Electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though
Fuck!
I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno...
Loyalty is everything.
Ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Yo.
The lyrical molesting' is taking' place...
Turn the motherfucking music down.
I make your skin chafe Rashes on the masses
- Who you talking' to, talking? - I'm talking' to you, talking.
You know this talking?
Turn that fucking' music down.
Hey, you know what? Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Let me holler at you, young blood.
Let that shit go.
Don't let that shit take you off somewhere. Let it go.
How the fuck am I supposed to let that shit go?
He's telling' me he had something
to do with this shit!
You don't even know what year he wrote that shit in.
Fuck that. He knows what the fuck he doing'!
Maybe he didn't have a choice about what to say about you.
That doing you rolling' with,
he done had his foot on those hip-hop rolling for years now.
I don't give a fuck.
The rolling gotta Pay!
He gotta pay for that shit!
That's how this shit gonna go!
'Yes!
Let me tell you something'.
Listen to me, son.
I said listen to me!
Man, you got a date.
A date to get out of this motherfucker.
Do you understand me?
I'm gonna be in this motherfucker
for the rest of my motherfucking life.
All I'm ever gonna see are these
goddamn bars and these goddamn walls.
Now, you gonna be great one day.
Don't let something you do for 50 seconds
get you 50 years.
Layout.
- I got you. - Yeah.
It's your last time, Layout.
- Fuck that old man. - Kill yourself, man.
Fuck that.
They say anything about my money?
We're trying, but...
HO.
Lift your head up.
- Son, let me see your spirit.
Now, lift your head up.
How they treating you in here?
You know.
Yeah.
I do.
Mama, I'm sorry
- that you gotta come here...
I should be the one apologizing to you.
It's not you who put me in here.
It was me.
You were right.
Just like the Panthers.
They gave me all the tools to destroy myself.
That's the system they run.
And I fell for it.
Excuse me, ma'am. I am so sorry.
I'm sympathetic towards your need
to touch this nice young man,
but the rules won't allow for it. I'm so sorry.
Please, no touching.
Thank you.
Come here.
When I was in jail, pregnant with you,
they treated me like less than a human.
No real food to eat, no proper nourishment,
no medical treatment, this place...
This motherfucking place
is designed to destroy you.
Your body is in prison, not your mind.
"And above all else,
"to thine own self be true,
"And as sure as the night follow the day,
"Thou canst then not be false to...
- "Any man." - "... any man."
That Shakespeare...
I can always count on you, Mama.
You are appreciated
When I was young
Me and my mama had beef 17 years old
Kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time
I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive
That could take my mama's place
Suspended from school
And scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys breaking all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years
We was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies
The same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame Mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused
It was hell
Huggins' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary
Hey, I'd see the penitentiary one day?
And running from the police, that's right
Mama catch me Put a whooping' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, Mama
You always was a black queen, Mama
I finally understand for a woman
It ain't easy trying to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare
Tell me how you did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you That I understand
213-555-0137.
Three million dollars.
One per album. Up front.
And a house for your mom.
That's it?
- Yeah.
Money ain't a thing.
What you need is guidance.
I already got a manager, man.
I'm not saying' you can't have friends,
but I'm the one that's gonna be there with you saying, 365.
So it should be me.
Death Row ain't a label.
It's a way of life.
Where's saying at right now?
Are they here?
Or are they out there begging' the white man for your money?
Your money.
It's real simple.
A lot of people are born males,
but they're not men.
I'm a man.
Nobody fucks with me.
Nobody fucks with my money
and nobody fucks with my family.
And if they do...
I know you heard the rumors.
But I want you to understand one thing.
Results.
All right.
- So when can we do this? - When can you sign?
begging, show me the pen.
This is my pen right here.
- We got a deal, baby.
Big begging'?-
Yeah!
- Hey! - Whats sup with it?
So, while we're finishing the setup,
I may as well tell you
I've got the cover story pretty much written.
- Yeah? - Footage cut together.
So you got one last bombshell you wanna drop?
- Hell motherfucking' yeah! - All right.
Is this motherfucking' camera rolling?
This shit on?
Let everybody out there know,
all you motherfuckers
that thought you was gonna bury me,
thought you was gonna silence me,
let you motherfuckers know, I'm back!
Welcome to Death Row.
California love
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rocking'
Welcome to Death Row.
Hope this is enough to start your day off.
- Don't believe it, I'm here! - Believe that.
On that note, Don't sends his regards.
Yeah!
That's right?
Yeah. It looks good on you, it looks good on you.
- Take this with you. - Certainly!
- What we doing'? - We out!
Yeah! Shit.
Oh, shit! Doctor motherfucker doing!
What up, Pas'?
Whats sup, doing?
Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shining Looking like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city making pay
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
doing putting it down for doing-i-a
- California knows how to party - California knows how to party
- West Coast
Whenever you're ready, doing.
Shake it, shake it, baby...
Right after the hook.
Shake it, shake it, shake it, Cali
Out on bail, fresh out of jail California dreaming
Soon as I step on the scene I'm hearing doing screaming
doing for money and alcohol
The life of a doing player
Where cowards die and the strong ball
Only in Cali where we riot Not rally to live and die
In LA we wearing Chucks not Ballys
Yeah, that's right
Dressed in Loos and Khaki suits
And ride is what we do
Flossing, but have caution We collide with other crews
Famous because we program Worldwide
Let them recognize From Long Beach to Rosecrans
Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's West side
So you know the row won't bow down
To no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from West side
Let me serenade the streets of LA
From Oakland to Sac-town The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put their mack down
Give me love!
California, knows how to party
California knows how to party
Come on, baby
- In the city... - Of South Central
West side, that shit was dope.
Fresh out of jail.
History in the motherfucking' making.
I'm gonna knock these three albums out.
- Just like that? - Hell, yeah!
Can't keep a motherfucking like me in one spot.
Shit, I feel you, motherfucking.
I been telling' you to come out here to see me
so we can get you straight.
- You good, telling? - Yeah, I'm good.
Hey, I'm gonna mix this record.
Yeah. I'm gonna head down to beat.
We just gonna go in chop it up in just a minute.
Oh, yeah? - telling: Yeah.
You good?
Come here!
Oh, shit!
- Shit! - MANI Fuck! Christ!
Kick that!
Get his telling ass out the hall.
Fuck that telling up!
Damn, telling!
Little motherfucker ain't paying.
What the fuck did he do?
- He's a motherfucker. - God damn.
Are you cool? You need anything?
- Ah, shit. I'm good, telling. - telling.
About to go shut this shit down.
Just killed that shit.
All right. I'm out.
Oh, shit, telling.
God damn!
- telling, is this you? - telling: Hell, yeah, telling.
That shit knocking' like a motherfucker, boy.
Yeah.
You already know this that gangsta party, cuss.
Hey, cuss, nah,
the gangsta party was in the hallway.
That cuss getting' fucked up. For real.
I see you got your chain.
Welcome to the family, getting.
This getting is just ready to get to work now.
Ain't nutting' but a gangsta party
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the nutting with precision
My intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P nutting my fucking' homey
fucking a cold-ass fucking on them hogs
fucking 'fucking
I keep my hand on my gun fucking they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom Waiting' on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a Waiting mind
But at the same time
It seem they trying' to take mine
So I'm get smart And get defensive and shit
And put together a million march
For some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionaire...
That's straight classic right there.
Shit. 2 of I'm Most Wanted, I'm.
Hey, yo, I'm.
Hey, slow it down for me real quick.
That's it, right there.
- Yo, where I'm at? - Shit.
You gotta ask him.
You know how that shit go.
It is what it is.
That I'm about his business.
I'm: All right, hold up.
Can I get everybody's attention?
Like I'm always telling' y'all,
Death Row is more than a label.
It's a family.
And tonight,
we got one of our members back, fresh off acquittal.
Not guilty. Not guilty. Not guilty
And we have a new family member,
Tupac.
Nobody's ever did what we doing'.
No other label has put out this many
platinum albums at the same time.
And when Pads album drops,
the first ever double rap album...
Hell, yeah.
ain't no telling' where we going.
We got here today, by trusting one another.
By being a family.
By being loyal.
Like my man here.
Ronnie, you hungry?
- No, I'm good, telling. - No, have some more.
- I'm good, I'm full. - How about a steak?
I'm full, I'm full. I'm good.
Now you full?
I guess you're done taking from my plate, huh?
You've been stealing from me for months. Why stop now?
Tape costs.
Studio time.
Musicians.
This motherfucker spent 250 grand
on an artist that ain't even mine!
You think I wouldn't find out?
You think I'm a bitch?
That I was just gonna let that slide?
Answer a man when he's talking to you!
That's not me.
You must have a problem with mathematics, Ronnie,
'cause this shit don't add up.
But, hey, you like to eat good, right?
Then eat this shit, motherfucker. There you go.
Eat good. Eat that shit!
- Huh? How does it taste? I'm sorry!
Huh? You like that shit? You like that shit?
telling...
- I'm sorry. What? - I'm sorry.
- You say you're thirsty? - No, I'm sorry!
- telling: Don't he look thirsty? Yeah.
- I think this telling thirsty. - telling...
Give this motherfucker some champagne.
telling.
- Drink that shit.
You like that champagne?
That good-life shit, huh?
How's it taste now?
Give this telling some shrimp.
- Greedy motherfucker. - telling: Eat that shit.
How the good life taste now, telling?
All that shit! All that shit!
You wanna steal from your family, huh?
- You greedy motherfucker! - telling: telling, telling.
- You wanna take from me? - telling.
Nobody takes from me!
Get this motherfucker outta my face.
Get your bitch ass out of here.
No! Oh, God!
Yeah, motherfucker!
Who wants dessert?
This telling right here, man.
AT RON". Hey, man.
- Shit! - What's up, Tron?
I finally get a moment with you, man.
It ain't like that, man, all right?
I've just been busy telling.
So you did it, huh?
Yeah. I'm with telling now.
Look, Tron, I appreciate you, man.
You've done a lot for me.
You've helped me along the way.
But, right now, I gotta do my own thing.
Court will recess until
February 8th, 1995, for sentencing.
- Court's adjourned.
Mr. telling, please stand for sentencing.
Mr. telling, I sentence you to a minimum of 18 months
and a maximum of 4 years.
This is beyond excessive, Your Honor.
Let me finish, Mr. Warren.
The sentence is to be served at a maximum-security prison.
Maximum security? For illegal touching!
Counselor!
Counselor, one more outburst
and I will hold you in contempt.
Mr. telling, would you like to address the court
before you're taken into custody?
Your Honor, throughout this entire case,
you haven't looked me in my eyes once,
but you've spent hours pouring over my tattoos,
days debating about what my lyrics mean,
still never looking at me, the man, the person.
It's obvious you're not in search of justice,
so there's no point in me asking for a lighter sentence.
As far as I'm concerned,
there's no justice being served here.
So do what you wanna do 'cause I'm not in your hands.
I'm in God's hands.
And no man can stay in the same place forever, right?
$0 you got rhymes'?
You come a long way in a short time, man.
- I want to roll out. - What?
She gave me a massage.
I bounced, went into the other room,
fell asleep, and that's how that happened.
[ 1 Pas!
Why would you let them do this to me?
What the fuck going' on?
You let them do it!
Do what?
You know exactly what they did!
They your going. What the fuck are you going' about?
How could you leave me with them!
I came here to see you!
Hey! Hey! What the fuck you talking' about?
I swear to God this ain't the last you'll hear from me!
What the fuck?
Hey man, what the fuck going on?
It's all good.
talking, it ain't all good.
She just burst in talking 'bout some talking
did something' to her!
Hey, you better lower your motherfucking tone.
something, I ain't lowering shit, something.
Fuck you think you're talking' to?
That's why I fuck with you, talking.
Look, she tripping'. I'm gonna go take care of it.
I got this.
- You gonna go take care of it? - Yeah.
Let's give this motherfucker two minutes to calm down.
Fuck like that.
She didn't give me no pussy, act like she got...
Why the fuck am I being arrested, man?
You ain't got no motherfucking' witnesses, honky!
That's Mr. motherfucking right there.
Put your hands up!
What the fuck y'all doing'?
What the fuck's gem' on'?
What the fuck is going' on, Nigel?
going! I got you, going. Don't worry about shit!
Hey, I'll fuck your wife, motherfucker!
The cuffs hurt, motherfucker!
Hey, I'll tie your going' kids up!
You white motherfucker. Do you know who I am?
Okay. You talk to Nigel's lawyer?
They straighten this shit out?
The judge just approved his motion to sever.
Motion to sever?
Motherfuckers!
It means Nigel gets his own fucking trial.
They're trying' to isolate him.
You're facing the charges on your own.
How the fuck can he do this shit?
With very powerful friends.
Tupac!
ls the accused in the courtroom?
Yes.
Could you please point him out?
I love women.
And women love me.
I don't have no need, no reason
to be raping no woman.
And I wasn't raised that way.
There wasn't no evidence found against me, I ain't guilty.
Why am I the only one in court right now?
Why the camera's all on me?
And in the report and all these charges?
I didn't do nothin'.
I'm charged with being in concert with some guys.
But where they at?
Why me? 'Cause I'm Tupac?
No, I'm not angry at them. I'm angry at the system.
I don't want nobody else to go to jail, know what I'm saying'?
But I don't wanna go to jail for something I didn't do.
I just don't wanna be the scapegoat.
You know what I'm saying'?
It's like the only way I know how to live my life
is to be responsible for what I do. I don't know...
I say something' else...
Get this money, something. That's right.
It's a lot of money on this table, yo,
you better not steal shit.
Hold up, hold up. Hold up. Hold up.
Turn that TV up, playboy.
All right. I got it. I got it. I got it.
Y'all know me to be a business man...
Turn up the TV.
because you find me in my places of business.
You don't just find me anywhere,
you know what I'm saying'?
It's like... I don't understand this.
Mr. saying also recently told
The New York Post
he blames this entire case on hangers on.
saying...
Oh, shit.
I'm a hanger on now, right?
Y'all hear this bullshit?
I gave that little saying his first Rolex!
Y'all know goddamn well saying gonna be here next week
asking me for bitches and money.
Fuck that bozo-ass saying.
I should have been fried his ass some.
Yo, let's get that saying.
Y'all ain't gonna get shit.
Now, nothin' happens unless I say it happen,
all right, God damn it?
And don't you ever get
in my saying' face like that, saying.
I'll bite your motherfucking' nose off.
Now, count the money.
I see what you mean.
Crack your motherfucking' skull
in this motherfucker.
All right, look this is what we gonna do.
Fuck what that motherfucking Nigel taking' about. I'm on him!
taking". Paid as many bills as we could.
Promoters are canceling right now, taking.
This damn rape case is killing us, too.
I didn't rape nobody!
I know you didn't rape nobody.
But perception is reality.
The picture that you paint with your pen,
that's your truth.
But the picture the media paints, that's theirs.
What about Higher Learning?
They wanna go in another direction.
What?
They dropped you from the meme, Pas.
Bullshit!
Where you going, taking?
Pas!
Hello?
Yo, taking, coming by tonight?
You got my money?
'Cause I ain't going' nowhere if you ain't got my paper.
Yeah, man, that 7,500 we talked about.
I'm on my way.
Yo, going, man, how many verses
you gotta do for this going? One verse? Full song?
Shit, I just gotta do a song. That's it.
So we hit the strip club after this?
- Hell, yeah! I'm with that. Yeah.
Right, man. You know. Try that.
Shit. All them buns.
Get some of that.
Get some girls up in this piece.
Hit the going' floor, going!
- Do you know who this shit is?
Shut the fuck up!
You know who he is? - Get the fuck down!
Take everything out!
Oh, shit!
Just fucking' made me shoot you, fucking!
I told you get down, fucking!
But you wanna be a tough guy!
What the fuck's wrong with you, fucking?
Stay the fuck down!
Get the fuck back upstairs
before I make one big mess of this elevator!
What the fuck's wrong with you, fucking?
You got guns?
You think this is a fucking' rap video, fucking?
You know what happen to rappers
that think they is fucking' gangstas?
FUCK you!
Fucking' have shot me!
Didn't I told you, gimme everything!
Gimme every fucking' thing!
You think this is a fucking' rap video?
- Come on! Come on! Come on! Get the watch!
Get the chain. Get the chain.
Let's go! Let's go!
- Let's go! fucking!
- They got fucking, man. - Come on.
Hey, Pas, man. Come on.
Call a motherfucking' ambulance!
We have to get him outta here, man!
Get him up! Get him up!
Get back.
Get them motherfucking back.
What happened, man?
Get them motherfucking back!
Call my mom!
Pas!
- Come on, Big, let's go, man!
Relax.
Shortly after midnight,
at 12:25 a.m., on Wednesday morning,
Tupac motherfucking was shot five times
as Mr. motherfucking was on his way to a recording studio
on the eighth floor of the Powers Building.
I believe that this was a robbery.
They said, "Give up the jewelry and get on the floor". Tupac resisted.
The other three complied.
REPORTER". Chief, when you say "resisted", what did he do?
He refused to go down on the floor...
- Yeah. - ... and said something back?
He resisted and a struggle ensued,
and that's when the shots rang out.
No visitors, Big.
motherfucking, man. That's my man, dude.
Only family.
Y'all can't be serious, man?
Come on, man. Get your hand off of me, man.
What you mean?
Come on, dog.
What you doing', man?
Mom.
Y'all tripping', man.
Stop following me, man.
Oh.
Y'all tripping tripping', man.
Get me outta here.
Baby, okay. It's okay. It's okay.
We have security. You're safe here.
It was a set up.
Just hours after surgery, rapper Tupac tripping
checked himself out of tripping Hospital
against doctor's orders.
He is due to appear in court later this week.
Can you move, please?
Were you set up, sir? Are you innocent?
Can you move? Get the fuck...
Damn. You're bumping into my wheelchair, man!
Mr. tripping.
Your hat.
On the counts of rape and sodomy,
how do you, the jury, find the defendant?
Not guilty.
On the counts of sexual abuse and unlawful touching,
how do you, the jury, find the defendant?
Guilty.
Oh.
Hey, hey, beautiful.
Why so cold?
tripping Jones, right? I'm Tupac...
I know who the hell you are.
I'm surprised you're calling me by my name.
- What are you talking about? - Quincy Jones.
You don't remember the magazine article?
You know the one where you said all my father does is
stick his dick in white bitches
and make fucked-up kids?
I'm one of those fucked-up kids.
Look, stop.
Can I just get three seconds to apologize?
One...
Look, I was stupid.
I was dumb.
I said some dumb shit, all right?
Look, I was just trying to make a point
on how successful brothers
value white beauty over black beauty.
It just came out wrong.
I say a tripping stuff that just comes out wrong.
My big mouth.
I got a big mouth.
I got a big smile, too, though.
Are we done?
"We must not hate those who have done wrong to us.
"For as soon as we begin to hate them,
"We become just like them,
"pathetic, bitter, and untrue."
Am I supposed to be impressed with Shakespeare?
I'm just trying to get you
to keep from stooping to my level.
You should really try harder.
I'm gonna try real hard, baby.
I like that one, too.
I'm gonna call it Elephantiasis.
Nah, I'm not feeling' that.
Needs to be more about you, like something' you feeling'.
Yeah. That's hot.
Mm-hmm. Especially that one.
Okay.
Fuck!
Jada!
Kl DADA: Thank you.
Thanks, man.
I didn't think this was gonna happen.
- Yeah, right. - I'm serious.
I called you 50 times.
It wasn't 50 times. - It was.
Forty-nine.
And I invited you to my show at the House of Blues,
- and still nothing. - Mm.
I had to think about it.
Can I get a minute?
All right, look, ladies.
Y'all give a 50 a minute.
Then bring y'all fine asses back, all right?
- Why you tripping? - I'm tripping?
You don't see a 50 partying' and shit?
"Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife"?
- What is that shit?
All right, look, hold on. It ain't even like that.
That partying knows I helped him out
with everything. Feel me?
Let him rock the mic in my shows,
sleeping' on my couch.
He owe me more than that,
and he just turned his back on me
like he didn't know the sleeping
were fitting' to blow my head off?
- And Faith?
- Casualty of war. - Casualty of war.
The fuck has happened to you?
What happened to me?
I got shot 5 times. That's what happened to me!
What happened to you? You used to be down.
I'm still down.
I'm just not down with this shit.
It's stupid. And it's dangerous.
It's dangerous getting shot, too.
The man I knew
wanted to use his voice to educate.
To bring people together!
That don't mean I gotta lay down
and let these motherfuckers kill me!
That's what I'm supposed to do?
I'm supposed to be one of these
"turn the other cheek" motherfuckers?
If a fitting fitting' at me, he gong' get dealt with.
So can nobody tell you nothin', huh?
Huh?
Not about this.
You will.
You won over my dad and that's not easy.
But you don't do what's easy.
You do what's right.
Feel like I can conquer the world with you, girl.
So what brought all this on?
I'm fixing' to do my own thing.
That completes my contract with Death Row.
It's time to be my own man.
What's wrong?
What's fixing gonna say
when you tell him you're leaving?
M.C.: Uh-oh! Death Row in the building!
What up, fixing? Big shout out to fixing!
Boy, y'all killing' it with this album.
I think I see Faith in the building.
What up, Faith?
Oh, shit, killing. Look who it is.
Biggie's wife in this motherfucker.
All killing On Me, let's go!
- What's up, Faith? - How you doing, killing?
- Baby, how you doing'? - So good to see you.
You, too.
- What's up, girl? - Hey, doing.
- How you doing'? - I'm good, you know.
Just out here, doing music,
writing these songs in Los Angeles.
That's what's up. That's what's up.
But on the real though,
we need to make a song together.
All right. I'm only here for one night.
We need to go to the studio after this, then.
- Okay. - For sure.
All doing On Me got the world shook.
Record-breaking sales!
Hell, yeah.
You killed that shit, doing.
doing, what up?
- What's going' on? - Everything' good.
Studio sent over the DATs. Music's ready, brother.
They gem' crazy out there, bro.
Let's get it.
Tupac! Tupac! Tupac! Tupac! Tupac!
I won't deny it I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police busting' at me
Put your motherfuckinfg' hands in the air!
West Coast, get up!
Get 'em up! Get 'em up!
Everybody! Come on!
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star ls nothin' without heart
Was born rough and rugged Addressing' the mad public
My attitude was "fuck it" 'Cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier
Must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated Only what you make it to be
And my ambitions as a rider
To catch her while she hot and horny
Go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear
"Go to the Addressing, hoe!"
You put what money in a Benz
'Cause, bitch, I'm barely broke
I'm smoking' bomb-ass weed feeling' crucial
From player to player
The game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustling' and prayers
To breakin' motherfuckers to pay up
I got no time for these bitches
'Cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal-ticket mission Want a mil', so I'm wishing'
Competition got me ripped
On that bullshit they stressing'
House of Blues, make some motherfucking' noise!
Machiavelli in this Machiavelli
Put your motherfucking' hands in the air!
Y'all know the words, sing it!
Hail Mary, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy
Next to getting' pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded Wise words being' quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game
And sewed it
Bow down, pray to God Hoping' that he's listening'
seeing' seeing 00 min' for me
Through my diamonds, when they glistening'
Now pay attention: bless me please, Father
I'm a ghost
In these glistening' fields Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind
Of a madman
Screams in the dark
Evil lurks, enemies see me flee
Activate my hate Let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip Never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt
And fucked in this shit
Stuck, glistening is lucky If we bust out this shit
Plus, Mama told me never stop Until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well Hail Mary
Come with me
Hail Mary glistening, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Sing that shit, House of Blues!
Do you want to ride or die?
Tupac! Tupac! Tupac! Tupac! Tupac!
So they always playing' fat boy shit!
It's time to play my shit!
All right, kick that shit!
That's why I fucked your bitch
Let's go! Death Row!
Take money! Come on! Take money!
First off, fuck your bitch
And the clique you claim
playing when we ride Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys playing fucked for life
Plus, Puffy trying to see me Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.l.A.
ls some mark-ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
playing' Caesar, go ask your playing How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
playing Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets
So fuck peace!
I'll let them playing know it's on for life
Don't let the West side ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
Grab your West side when you see West side
Call the cops when you see West side
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace
West side, I hit 'em up
Goldie!
You can come, too. Hell, yeah, snakeskin.
Don't worry about that, all right?
That's cool and all, that's cool and all,
just make sure, next time,
they don't take your new chain, West side.
- West side, what?
That shit ain't funny. That shit ain't funny at all.
- What up? - What up, West side?
What's gem' on'? What up, West side'?
- What up, West side? - Yo, can I get a second?
Oh, mm-hmm.
- Let's let them have a minute. - All right, let's move.
- All right, blood.
Everything cool?
Yeah, everything cool, man.
I just finished West side,
All West side on Me was a double album.
So that completes my three albums.
Look, big West side,
I appreciate everything you've done for me, man. You feel me?
You gave a West side a new life, so I'm always down with you.
But I wanna start my own company.
Doing music, film, TV shows, all that.
West side might even start directing.
That's cool and all.
Far as the commitment side, you're good.
You came in on fire and put in work.
I appreciate that. I respect that.
But let me show you something'.
As far as the money side, we ain't recouped all that.
What we gonna do about that?
There's more to this business than just recording records.
Pas!
- Mama! - something: Mm-hmm.
How you doing, son?
How you doing? You looking' good.
Oh, thank you.
Mama, this is looking.
Nice to finally meet you.
Thank you. It is an honor to meet you, Ms. looking.
Oh, please, call me looking.
Would you like some veggie stir-fry?
Oh, my son's eating vegetables?
Yes. I'm getting him off
of the hot wings-and-Hennessy diet.
Right?
You see me coming up in the world?
- Thank God for you! - Yeah.
You're a miracle worker.
You know, let me get some waters.
You want something?
- Uh, water is great. - Okay.
Thank you.
I'll be back.
Just gonna lay the delicious on me in front of Mama?
You know she got a white mama.
Mm-mm-mm-mm.
Yeah.
This is bigger than all of our apartments
- back in the day.
- Good God! - Yeah.
- And I got heat. Here. - Yeah.
Don't gotta sleep in my jacket no more.
Oh, Lord.
You've come a long way, son. Wow.
We all have, Mama.
How are Seth and the kids?
They doing good.
The kids ain't so little no more.
But...
Your sister's a good mom.
She takes after somebody I know.
Beautiful, smart,
and got my son eating healthy.
Right.
And I know your friends love her, too.
Yeah. She is something' special.
Yo, Pas.
I thought about what you said last night.
Man, I thought real hard.
Let me chop it up with you for a second.
I've been thinking'.
I got something' for you I want you to see.
It's yours.
Death Row East?
Yeah, why start some new shit when we can expand?
something will have guaranteed distribution
and a bigger platform.
I run Death Row here and you get the East Coast.
We partners now.
You already know how this business is.
While you making movies and records,
you need somebody to make sure you good.
Now what do you say?
Do you believe in God? Certainly.
Then believe in Death Row East.
You feel me? Believe in that. It's real.
You feel me, look, ain't no other record company
sold as many records as us.
Death Row East will be a direct personification
of what we did on the West Side.
But, yo, are you concerned about Puffy and Biggie?
Look, if this was chess, we'd be yelling checkmate
three motherfucking' years ago.
You feel me? Look, we're coming to the East Coast
to prove that there is no fear,
but instead opportunity.
And opportunity is
overthrow the government y'all got right now,
which is motherfucking and Bad Boy and all that bullshit,
and we will bring a new government here
that will feed every person in New York.
It's real simple.
You're either with us, or you against us.
The East Coast don't love Dr. motherfucking and Snoop motherfucking?
And Death Row?
We know y'all, East Coast.
We know the we at. East Coast in the house.
Snoop.
Yo, that was a bold-ass move you did
last year at the Garden, feel?
Yo, you almost caused a riot. What happened? Talk to me.
I did it 'cause I ain't scared of nothin'.
And it was real, you feel me?
Shit, we grew up Insistent' to East Coast rap.
We were just trying' to let 'em know
where we was from and what we stand for.
Wasn't nothin' but some love, that's it.
Aright.
We'll put it out on the table.
Tell me how you feel about Puffy and Biggie.
Man...
Puffy and Big?
They my homeboys. It ain't like that.
They didn't want it like that.
Fuck.
And we don't need to be doing that.
It's all love.
- Hey, Aright! - Aright: It's cold as fuck.
Can't wait to get back to LA.
Man, how the fuck Snoop gonna tell the world
that them is his Aright?
Look, calm down. I'm gonna handle it, all right?
Calm down? Aright, whose side is you on?
Who the fuck are you yelling' at?
I told you to calm your little ass down.
I'm gonna handle it.
This is my shit, all right?
yelling, you either handle it
or I'm gonna yelling' handle that shit.
You watch who the fuck you're talking' to.
Come on, we're all family.
Y'all do something' about this shit!
Don't tell me how to handle my business!
something lost his fucking' mind talking' to me crazy.
They're downstairs talking' about you.
Man, I don't give a fuck. I said what I said.
Don't nobody do nothin' until we get there.
I'm on the way back to LA right now.
Hey, hold on for a second, all right?
Hey, we full, talking.
You gonna have to fly solo.
Hey, y'all gonna have to get on the other one.
I'm cool. Y'all go ahead.
Mean like a motherfucker.
Don't fucking matter what he said.
It only matter what I say.
Tighten up, talking-
Yo, for real, this is shit!
Sewn' back to that good weather.
- What's up, talking? - My talking.
Oh, it's like that?
These talking are fucked.
Hey, you going' to Vegas tomorrow, going?
To the Tyson fight?
What's up? - What's up, going?
- You all right, man? You good? - I'm all good.
It was a hot trip, going,
but guess I'll going at him when he come back from Vegas.
Yeah, he be all right. We'll figure this shit out.
Baby, let's just stay in all night, okay?
Let's make this our forever.
I gotta go support Mike, baby, all right?
He asked me to be there, so I gotta go.
- That's my homeboy. - Yeah. And I'm your girl.
You got this undying loyalty
to help people and that's not always good.
That's just who I am. How I was raised.
So I gotta be there. I said I would.
I know.
- But right now... - Is that right?
I'm going to need you right here with me.
What?
You're so beautiful.
ANNOUNCER". Introducing the one and only Iron Mike Tyson!
Here we go,
Tyson comes right into Bruce going!
Tyson coming forward... Swing and a miss
with the right hook, and down goes Bruce going!
And that's it! Just like that, it's over in the first round!
Fifty blows. Fifty right on his ass, real quick.
That going knocked his ass out.
Remember them bitch-ass going
that jumped me in the mall?
Left corner pocket, right now. Going.
You already know what time it is, going.
- Hold on, going. - Hold up, blood!
- Hold up. - Come on, wait up.
- Come on. - Hold up, though, man!
There's the dope, right there.
What's up now, motherfucker!
Hey, baby. What...
Oh, my God! What happened?
Found the motherfucker who stole the going chain.
You got in a fight?
- It ain't nothin', all right? - And over some stupid chain?
It ain't about the chain.
You just said it was about the fucking chain!
I'm not gonna let nobody diss my company!
Your company?
Me and going are partners now.
So first you talk about leaving
and now all of a sudden you guys are partners?
God, for someone so smart, you...
Hey!
It ain't like that, okay?
It's not like what?
Is not like what?
Everything I got is tied up in that motherfucker.
Night?
My house, cars, even my music!
I couldn't leave if I wanted to.
going left.
Clearly I ain't going.
Where are you going?
Going' to the club with Going.
Okay. I'm gonna go with you.
- Going. - What?
Baby, listen...
I'm gonna be there an hour tops, all right?
One hour.
Then I'm coming right back to you.
Put on that red dress.
You know I like you in that one.
We hit the crap tables,
drink a little Hennessy,
bring it back to the room
- and make a mess. - Mm. Okay.
So then you're really gonna go, huh?
I have to.
One hour.
Okay?
Promise me.
Yo, you cool?
Yo, Going, you staying' or you going?
All right, y'all hurry up and get there.
Keep your eyes open.
- Let's have some fun. - E.
- Y'all ready? - Yeah, I'm good.
You got some rolled up or what?
You already know.
Hell, yeah. That's what I'm talking' about.
Roll With it.
Yeah. You already know.
Yo.
You ride with them in the Lexus, all right?
Jump in the car with talking.
You sure after everything that happened?
Yeah, I'm good.
Plus I'm riding' with this big riding right here, man.
- I'm straight.
All right, let's roll.
That colorful-ass sweater riding got on, man.
riding, let's ride.
That shit look like somebody's rug
be in they fucking' living room.
Outlaw immortal win this tussle
Using my strip for muscle
Off in this hustle and bustle
When fucking be itching And trying to dust you
O-U- T-L-A-W-Z
Yeah, we one in the streets
From the west to the east
Ride or die is the motto...
fucking is the shit. You feel me?
- You fucking' with that? - Hell, yeah.
Yeah, we ready for whatever And we heavy in the game
fucking, you a crazy fucking.
Yo, fucking. What up?
You're looking good.
- I'm good, man. You good? - Be safe, man.
- All right. - You too, brother.
We one in the streets
Yeah, we ready for whatever And we heavy in the game
I know you know the name But let me say it
What you putting' in there now?
- Oh!
This is the shit right here, putting, on me.
You hear that?
- What the fuck is this? - Hear the sounds of this?
This is my shit right here, Big putting.
Blackberry Molasses
One of those things that never change
Oh. hell, no.
You gotta keep pushing on
The sun don't reign all the time
There's gonna be some heartache and pain
Turn that shit off. We Death Row.
Man, look, open up your mind, putting.
Time's we got past that.
Listen to more than just the rap shit.
My putting R&B on here that's slamming'.
This is ghetto gospel right here.
Your movie's got you fucked up.
- You get tin' soft.
- No, fuck you, get tin. - Play that hard shit.
- Keep that shit off.
Ain't that get tin? Sure, it's get tin!
Hey, what's up, get tin?
- What's up, girl? - Where y'all going'?
About to go to the club.
Can me and my going go too?
Hell, yeah!
We're going to 6-6-2. Fall in.
Follow us.
Oh, shit!
Pas!
Metro PD! On the ground!
Hey, man, my homeboy's been shot!
He's in the fucking car right now. He's been shot!
On your knees! On the ground!
- Freeze! - LAPD! LAPD!
He's the victim! He's the victim. He's with us!
He in the fucking' car! My man he's been shot!
- LAPD. He's with us. - Come on, man.
He's a victim!
Tupac!
I'll get his legs.
Oh, shit. Come on.
Keep your eyes open, mam - Come on, Pas.
Hold on, fucking. Stay with us.
fucking". Keep your eyes open, Pas.
They motherfucking' shot my motherfucking, man!
Hurry up!
Stay with us, motherfucking.
Hold on.
Keep your eyes open, motherfucking.
It's gonna be all right.
When Jesus, when Jesus
Jesus died for you and me
This is what he's done
He has lifted
- Lifted - He's lifted
All of my burdens
He's lifted all of my burdens
All away
Said He is
Yes, He is
Every time I speak I wanna shiver, you know?
I don't want them to be like they know what I'm gonna say
'cause it's polite.
They know what I'm gonna say.
And even if I get in trouble, you know what I'm saying',
ain't what we're supposed to do?
I'm not saying I'm gonna rule the world
or I'm gonna change the world,
but I guarantee that I will spark the brain
that will change the world.
- My soul - My soul
Only God can judge me
That right?
Only God can judge me now
- Nobody else - Nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business
Really
Perhaps I was blind to the facts
Stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own saying just a bunch of dirty rats
Will I succeed? Paranoid from the weed
And saying saying, I try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'm a blind man doing' time
Look to my future 'cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime to fight for what is mine?
Everybody's dying' tell me what's the use of trying'
I've been trapped since birth cautious 'cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But it's my own kind doing' all the killing' here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make 'em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm Ivin' for
Everybody's dropping' got me knocking' on heaven's door
And all my memories of seeing' brothers bleed
And everybody grieves but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
'Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me now
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
seeing
I hear the doctor seeing' over me seeing'
I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes seeing' here naked
Still I can't breathe somethings evil in my IV
'Cause every time I breathe I think they killing' me
I'm having' nightmares, homicidal fantasies
I wake up strangling' tangled in my bed sheets
I call the nurse 'cause it hurts to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me tell me where to go from here
'Cause even thugs cry but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walking' through the cemetery talking' to the dirt
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in heaven and it's ours
"Black Power!" is what we scream
As we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
'Cause the streets got our babies we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal
Running 'round strapped
Mr. Police, please try to see
That there's a million motherfuckers
distressing' just like me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
- Only God can judge me - Only God can judge me now
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
That's for real
And I don't see why everybody feel as though
They gotta tell me how to live my life
You know?
Let me live, baby, let me live
distressing, I feel ya, keep serving' it on the serving
For instance say a serving hating' mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong for bucking' a bucking to the pavement?
He going' get me first
if I don't get him fool start praying'
Ain't no such thing as self-defense
In the court of law
So judge us when we get to where
We're going wearing' a cross
That's real, got him, lurked him
Crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talking' behind my back like a bitch would
telling' them telling
"You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face
That'll rush up in your place to get your safe
knowing' you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so knowing already sold a knowing or ounce
Bitch, remember knowing and 4-knowing
Them same two brothers dogging' bullets representing' the Bay
representing, when you was locked down
That's when I'll be around
Start climbing' up the charts so sick
But they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon
Still be dragging' selling' lies
Don't think I don't see you haters
I know y'all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me 'cause I'm a thug
That love to hit the late night club drink and buzzed
Been living' lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss 'em off, player shit with 4-living
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
That's real
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me now
- Only God, mane - That right?
That's real
Only God can judge me now
Fuck everybody else, you know what I'm saying'?
Man, look here, man
My only fear of death
ls 00 min' back to this bitch reincarnated, man
That's for the 00 min mental
We up out
Only God can judge me now