All Eyez on Me Page #3

You don't have sh*t

under control!

You are being weak, all right'?

You are better than that.

Stop being weak! All right?

This sh*t is killin' our people.

Listen, I said I got it under

control, baby. It's okay.

You don't have

sh*t under control!

Who you think you talking to?

Tupac Amaru Shakur,

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 drippin'...

Yo, Shock. We gotta talk.

I'm working, man.

I need five minutes.

What the f*** is you doing, man?

Sh*t gotta change.

What sh*t?

This "stay on the sidelines,

pay your dues" sh*t.

I can't f***in' do it no more.

Either I do my own thing,

or I'm out.

Well, then bounce, nigga!

And one more thing...

I'm just f***in' with you, dog.

C'mon, man.

Don't be f***in' 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

f***in' turnin' sh*t off'

I got a little somethin' here

for you, man.

All around the world same song

All, all around the world

same song

Tupac, go ahead and rock this.

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 fife high

Same song, can't go wrong

h'! play the nice guy

Claimin' fame, must have changed

Now that we became strong

I remain, still the same

'Cause ifs 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?

Sh*t, 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.

F*** 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 sh*t

till we get it right.

You understand that sh*t?

Yo, Pac. Chill, man.

We'll just come back tomorrow

and do this sh*t, dog.

Tomorrow ain't promised

to no man, Shock.

Now double my vocals up

and make that sh*t 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 sh*t

polished. I want it raw.

Now stack that sh*t!

Tell his ass, Money.

Man, just give him

what the f*** he wants.

- Goddamn!

- I hear you, man.

Raise the f***in' 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 f***in' talkin' about.

Now you got that sh*t.

You hear that sh*t?

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 tryin'

to get the part,

I'm f***in' around

with the lines

and I ended up gettin' 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 f***.

I don't give a f*** about you.

I don't give a f***

about Steele.

And I don't give a f***

about Raheem, neither.

I don't give a f***

about myself.

All right. Cut!

Let's go again.

Right away again, from the top.

I ain't sh*t and I ain't ever

gonna be sh*t.

Pac, we out.

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 e! se?

I don't give a f***.

I don't give a f*** about you.

I don't give a f***

about Steele.

I don't give a f***

about Raheem, neither.

I don't give a f***

about myself.

I ain't sh*t, and I ain't ever

gonna be sh*t.

So as soon as! decide

that you ain't gonna be sh*t...

Pow!

Wow.

It's amazing, Pac.

You're on your way.

Remember that, motherf***er,

'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 Fields' 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 goin' on, man?

Welcome to Interscope.

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 F***.

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 sh*t about the hood.

Now, we understand that there

are issues in the inner-city.

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