All Eyez on Me Page #11

We have to get him

outta here, man!

Get him up! Gel him up!

Get back.

Get them niggas back.

What happened, man?

Get them niggas back!

Call my mom!

Pac!

Come on, Big, let's go, man!

Relax.

Shortly after midnight,

at 12:
25 a.m.,

on Wednesday morning,

Tupac Shakur was shot five times

as Mr. Shakur 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.

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.

C'mon, 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 doin', man?

Mom.

Y'all trippin', man.

Stop following me, man.

Oh.

Y'all niggas trippin', 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 Shakur

checked himself

out of Bellevue 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 f***...

Damn. You're bumping

into my wheelchair, man!

Mr. Shakur.

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?

Kidada 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 b*tches

and make f***ed-up kids?

I'm one of those

f***ed-up kids.

Look, stop.

Can I just get three seconds

to apologize?

One...

Look, I was stupid.

I was dumb.

I said some dumb sh*t,

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 lotta 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 Euphanasia.

Nah, I'm not feelin' that.

Needs to be more about you,

like somethin' you feelin'.

Yeah. That's hot.

Mm-hmm.

Especially that one.

Okay-

F***!

Jada!

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 nigga a minute.

Then bring y'all

fine asses back, all right?

- Why you tripping?

- I'm tripping?

You don't see

a nigga partyin' and sh*t?

Claim to be a player,

but I f***ed your wife"?

What is that sh*t?

All right, look, hold on.

It ain't even like that.

That nigga knows

I helped him out

with everything. Feel me?

Let him rock the mic

in my shows,

sleepin' on my couch.

He owe me more than that,

and he just turned

his back on me

like he didn't know the niggas

were fittin'

to blow my head off?

And Faith?

- Casualty of war.

- Casualty of war.

The f*** 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 sh*t.

Ifs 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 nigga comin' at me,

he gon' 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 fixin' 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 Suge gonna say

when you tell him

you're leaving?

Uh-oh!

Death Row in the building!

What up, Pac?

Big shout out to Suge!

Boy, y'all! killin' it

with this album.

I think I see Faith

In the building.

What up, Faith?

Oh, sh*t, Pac.

Look who it is.

Biggie's wife

in this motherf***er.

All Eyez On Me, let's go!

- What's up, Faith?

- How you doing, Suge?

- Baby, how you doin'?

- So good to see you.

You, too.

- What's up, girl?

- Hey, Pac.

- How you doin'?

- 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 Eyez On Me

got the world shook.

Record-breaking sales!

Hell, yeah.

You killed that sh*t, nigga.

Suge, what up?

- What's goin' on?

- Everythin' good.

Studio sent over the DATs.

Music's ready, brother.

They goin' 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 f*** with me

Got the police bustin' at me

Put your motherfuckin'

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

Is nothin' without heart

Was born rough and rugged

Addressin' the mad public

My attitude was "f*** 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 tele, hoe!"

You put what money in a Benz

'Cause, b*tch, I'm barely broke

I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed

feelin' crucial

From player to player

The games tight,

the feelings mutual

From hustlin' and prayers

To breakin' motherfuckers

to pay up

I gut no time for these b*tches

'Cause these hoes

tried to play us

I'm on a meal-ticket mission

Want a mil', so I'm wishin'

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