All Eyez on Me Page #6

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 returnin' my sh*t!

But they have to be reconciled.

It's all very complicated...

Y'all makin'

this sh*t complicated!

As I said, Tupac, it all just

has to get reconciled first.

Reconcile me a f***in' check!

You got that sh*t?

Hey, there, man. Y'all set?

That kid's keeping

the niggas up off him.

Like a slim jim.

When you knocking down

as many b*tches as I am,

you'll slim up, too.

You always

knocking down some b*tches.

You crazy.

Some b*tches

he ain't never seen.

There goes Pac

right there blood.

I never seen 'em.

- What's up, Big Suge?

- What's up, Pao.

- How are you?

- Good, man.

Hey, I like what you're doing,

homie. Your sh*t's tight.

I appreciate that.

Are they taking care of you?

- You know how this sh*t go.

- Yeah, I do.

Hey, listen, if you ever

need anything,

even outside of this rap game,

you come holla at me, a'ight?

I ain't just tryin' to

come up off your fame

or make money off you.

I wanna see

a young brother get his.

- I dig.

- A'ight.

Matter of fact, let me talk

to you for a minute.

Sh*t, 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.

Sh*t gonna be tight.

Matter of fact, I know

you got a track for me.

Hell, yeah, nigga.

Let me know.

A'ight.

Well, just get at me.

For sure.

- Sure.

- All right, homie.

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 sayin'?

I know what you're sayin'.

My nigga.

- What's up, playboy?

What's good, homie?

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 somethin'

I said I was gonna do?

Sh*t, nigga,

that's what I'm here for.

- Let's handle business.

- Let's handle business.

- Love.

- All love.

Sh*t.

Special, grab that money, man.

See what the f***'s goin' on

up in here.

What Up, Big?

- What's up, man?

- Just kicking it. Chilin'.

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 goin' 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 go

and get my niggas

some Cristal right now

- and put it on the table?

- Okay.

Hurry up.

Hey, look, this is my city.

I'm just tryin' to show you

a little hospitality.

- You feel me?

- I appreciate the hospitality.

- Yeah?

- For real. Hell, yeah.

Well, sh*t, you gonna get it.

If you need anything

up in this motherfuckin' club,

this is my sh*t.

- You let me know.

- No doubt.

I got you. Anything you need,

motherf***er.

With the crocodile

motherfuckin' leather on.

Look at you!

- All right.

- Have some fun.

Who the f***

you think you talking to'?

This ain't Nutso.

You ain't the motherfuckin'

man no more. I'm the one!

You killin' that sh*t, nigga.

Look at you, playboy.

- Yeah.

- Look at you!

Yeah, lookin'.

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 somethin' for you.

'Oh!

'Right?

- Look at it.

- The Rollie!

You goddamn right, the Rollie.

Sh*t. Hold on, man.

Let me get this.

Hello? I'll be back,

Pac, hold on.

Yeah.

- Whassup, Big?

- Whassup, man?

- What's goin' on?

- Killin' it, man.

- Big! What's up with it?

- What's up, man?

You already know.

Man, same old.

At work, you know.

- Doin' my thing.

- Yeah.

Yo, Pac, so when you two

get so tight?

Man, we just, you know,

we kick it a little bit.

Be careful, man.

Duke a serious cat.

Sh*t, I happen to be

a serious motherf***er myself.

You know how I get down.

All right. All right.

Don't f*** with me.

What's up, Big?

You good, playboy?

All right?

Sh*t.

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, Pac?

What's up, Big Suge?

Came with a little gift for you.

Is that... Oh, sh*t!

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.

Atron.

- That's a lot of money.

- Hell, yeah!

Yeah, but, Pac,

what's fat boy really buying?

At this point,

I don't give a f***.

Look, Pac, this nigga ain't

who you think he is...

Hey. man!

All the sh*t I got goin' on,

court cases and all that,

and you worried

about this f***in' money?

I'm down to get paid, Pac,

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 ifs not hip-hop

she had a problem with.

Maybe it was being called

"b*tch" and "nigga"

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 f***in' gap.

But gettin' at us in the media

without f***ing talking to us

ain't gonna change sh*t.

Come on, Pac.

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?

F*** you.

All right, look.

So they say that

8 don? 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 routs

I give a holla

to my sisters on welfare

2Pac 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' cw 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 mam to love you

You should leave him

'Cause sister,

you don't need him

And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up

I just call 'em how I see 'em

You know what makes me unhappy

When brothers make babies

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