All Eyez on Me Page #4

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 sayin'?

With the family crest

and the family heirlooms.

Our family crest is cotton.

We don't have

no family heirlooms.

None of that sh*t.

So the only thing

that we can leave behind

is our culture and our music.

Interscope 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 sh*t 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 L'chaim

on this sh*t.

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?

- I hear.

You ain't never heard

sh*t this deep!

No, we have not heard

sh*t this deep.

That's right, Ted.

We'd like you to come

be a part of Interscope.

- Welcome aboard, sir.

Congratulations.

That's what I'm talkin' 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 f***'s

your name, boy'?

What the f***

you stoppin' me for?

I said,

what the f***'s your name?

Tupac. Tupac Shakur.

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 f*** up off me!

What the f*** do you want?

Jaywalking, a**hole.

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!

Rapper and actor Tupac Shakur

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,

Assata Shakur, 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 sh*t. Good.

- Crazy, though.

- Hell, yeah.

Damn, little brother,

look at the honeys! Kid!

Yeah, look at this gem

right here. She's bad as sh*t.

She cold as a motherf***er.

And she's shakin' it.

Ain't she?

Swishing for a nigga,

you see her?

I could wife that.

I could wife that.

'Hey, Yo, man.

- What's up?

I loved Juice!

Bishop was a bad motherf***er!

I appreciate that, man.

- Sign this for me?

- Yeah.

This nigga think he's all that.

You a star now, huh, nigga?

I'm just out here

with my people. You feel me?

Your what, nigga?

"My People.

"Your People?

These ain't

your goddamn people, nigga.

You ain't never did sh*t

for the hood, nigga.

Bullshit.

F*** you,

you ol' fake Hollywood ass?

F*** you. "Ain't done sh*t

for the hood"?

Nigga, I rep the hood

every motherfuckin' day.

I'm out here, nigga,

I ain't hiding.

And I'm tryin' to have fun,

but bullshit niggas like you

wanna start sh*t.

My nigga, you the one

that's bullshit, nigga!

You got the same 24 hours

I do, partner.

What, you mad 'cause another

man ain't doin' for you?

You could be out here

doin' for your own, nigga,

but you in my face,

f***in' with me,

looking for a hand out.

Poor...

"Poor" what?

Goat mouth motherf***er.

Sucker-ass niggas.

Get the f*** out of here

with that sh*t!

Get this nigga, man!

Come on! Come on, Pac!

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, Pac, 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 knockin'

at your motherfuckin' 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 talkin' 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.

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 pagin' 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

lookin' for the latter

I saw your video with

all them hoochie mamas in it.

Those are church-going

women you're taking 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?

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