All Eyez on Me Page #10

I gotta do my own thing.

Court will recess until

February 8th, 1995,

for sentencing.

Court's adjourned.

Mr. Shakur,

please stand for sentencing.

Mr. Shakur, 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. Shakur, 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?

So 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.

Pac!

Why would you

let them do this to me?

What the f*** goin' on?

You let them do it!

Do what?

You know exactly what they did!

They your niggas. What the

f*** are you talkin' about?

How could you

leave me with them!

I came here to see you!

Hey! Hey! What the f***

you talkin' about?

I swear to God this ain't

the last you'll hear from me!

What the f***?

Hey man, what the f*** going on?

It's all good.

Nigga, it ain't all good.

She just burst in talking

'bout some niggas

did somethin' to her!

Hey, you better lower

your motherfucking tone.

Nigga, I ain't lowering sh*t,

nigga.

F*** you think

you're talkin' to?

That's why I f***

with you, nigga.

Look, she trippin'.

I'm gonna go take care of it.

I got this.

- You gonna go take care of it?

- Yeah.

Let's give this motherf***er

two minutes to calm down.

F*** like that.

She didn't give me no p*ssy,

act like she got...

Why the f***

am I being arrested, man?

You ain't got no motherfuckin'

witnesses, honky!

That's Mr. Shakur right there.

Put your hands up!

What the f*** y'all doin'?

What the f***'s goin' on'?

What the f***

is goin' on, Nigel?

Pac! I got you, nigga.

Don't worry about sh*t!

Hey, I'll f*** your wife,

motherf***er!

The cuffs hurt, motherf***er!

Hey, I'll tie

your motherfuckin' kids up!

You white motherf***er.

Do you know who I am?

Okay.

You talk to Nigel's lawyer?

They straighten this sh*t out?

The judge just approved

his motion to sever.

Motion to sever?

Motherfuckers!

It means Nigel gets

his own f***ing trial.

They're tryin' to isolate him.

You're facing the charges

on your own.

How the f***

can he do this sh*t?

With very powerful friends.

Tupac!

Is 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 sayin'?

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 sayin'?

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 somethin' else...

- Get this money, nigga.

- That's right.

It's a lot of money

on this table, yo,

you better not steal sh*t.

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 sayin'?

It's like...

I don't understand this.

Mr. Shakur

also recently told

The New York Post

he blames this entire case

on hangers on.

Shakur...

Oh, sh*t.

I'm a hanger on now, right?

Y'all hear this bullshit?

I gave that little nigga

his first Rolex!

Y'all know goddamn well

Pac gonna be here next week

asking me for b*tches and money.

F*** that bozo-ass nigga.

I should have been

fried his ass some.

Yo, let's get that nigga.

Y'all ain't gonna get sh*t.

Now, nothin' happens

unless I say it happen,

all right, God damn it?

And don't you ever get

in my motherfuckin' face

like that, nigga.

I'll bite your

motherfuckin' nose off.

Now, count the money.

I see what you mean.

Crack your motherfuckin' skull

in this motherf***er.

All right, look this is

what we gonna do.

F*** what that nigga Nigel

takin' about. I'm on him!

Paid as many bills as we could.

Promoters are canceling

right now, Pac.

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 movie, Pac.

Bullshit!

Where you going, Pac?

Pac!

Hello?

Yo, Pac, coming by tonight?

You got my money?

'Cause I ain't goin' nowhere

if you ain't got my paper.

Yeah, man,

that 7,500 we talked about.

I'm on my way.

Yo, Pac, man, how many verses

you gotta do for this nigga?

One verse? Full song'?

Sh*t, 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.

- Sh*t.

- All them buns.

Get some of that.

Get some girls up in this piece.

Hit the motherfuckin'

floor, nigga!

Do you know who this sh*t is?

Shut the f*** up!

- You know who he is'?

- Get the f*** down!

Take everything out!

Oh, sh*t!

Just f***in' made me

shoot you, nigga!

I told you get down, nigga!

But you wanna be a tough guy!

What the f***'s wrong

with you, nigga?

Stay the f*** down!

Get the f*** back upstairs

before I make one big mess

of this elevator!

What the f***'s

wrong with you, nigga?

You got guns?

You think this is

a f***in' rap video, nigga?

You know what happen to rappers

that think

they is f***in' gangstas?

F*** you!

F***in' have shot me!

Didn't I told you,

gimme everything!

Gimme every f***in' thing!

You think this is

a f***in' 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!

- Pac!

- They got Pac, man.

- Come on.

Hey, Pao, man.

Come on.

Come on.

Call a motherfuckin' ambulance!

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