All Eyez on Me Page #8

Them niggas took

my motherfuckin'

chain too, blood.

Swear if had my strap,

I would have laid

all them niggas down.

Word on the streets, though?

Them Bad Boy niggas,

them b*tch-ass Bad Boy niggas,

they got a bounty

out on our sh*t!

Well, them motherfuckers

gotta get dealt with.

Where the f***

were y'all at? Huh?

Why weren't you with 'em?

Frank, you on Pac

24-7. It's on.

Pac, I got you.

- I hope you ready.

- That's what I do.

Them motherfuckers

wanna do this?

Get the f*** outta my office!

Let's talk

about your life right now.

Your latest album,

Me Against The World,

debut at number one

on Billboard.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

You're the first artist

in history

to have a number one album

while in prison.

Now, do you think that

you'd be on top of the charts

if you weren't locked up?

- Of course. Yeah.

- You're on appeal.

Bail is set for $1 .4 million.

You're sitting here in jail,

right now, talking to me.

Tupac Shakur can't post

his own bail'?

Who did you want to speak to?

Ted Field.

I'm sorry,

he's in a meeting right now.

Okay, well, can you get

his ass out the meeting?

I'm sorry, Mr. Shakur.

I'll have to take your number

and hell! call you back.

Take my number?

I'm in f***in' jail!

Come on, motherf***er.

Save that goddamn thug life sh*t

for the streets,

you understand me?

Just another nigga

up in this motherf***er.

Well, all that Black Power

and all that, man.

I'm from the West Coast,

I already know what's up.

And I'm from B.K., man,

you know how we do it.

I'm tryin' to tell you,

right now...

Nah. Turn that sh*t back on!

Turn it back up.

Who shot ya?

Separate the weak

from the obsolete

Hard to creep

them Brooklyn streets

It's on, nigga

F*** all that bickering bee!'

I can hear sweat trickling

down your cheek

Your heartbeat sound

like Sasquatch feet

Thundering, shaking the concrete

Finish it, stop,

when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops

Said they heard mad shots

Saw me in the drop

Three in the corner, slaughter

Electrical tape

around your daughter

Old school new school

need to learn though

F***!

I burn, baby,

bum like Disco Inferno.

Loyalty is everything.

Ya-yo

Peel more skins

than Idaho potato

Yo.

The lyrical molestin'

ls takin' place...

Turn the motherfucking

music down.

I make your skin chafe

Rashes on the masses

- Who you talkin' to, homie?

- I'm talkin' to you, nigga.

You know this nigga?

Turn that f***in' music down.

Hey, you know what?

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Let me holler at you,

young blood.

Let that sh*t go.

Don't let that sh*t take you

off somewhere. Let it go.

How the f*** am I supposed to

let that sh*t go?

He's tellin' me he had something

to do with this sh*t!

You don't even know what year

he wrote that sh*t in.

F*** that. He knows

what the f*** he doin'!

Maybe he didn't have a choice

about what to say about you.

That nigga you rollin' with,

he done had his foot on those

hip-hop niggas for years now.

I don't give a f***.

The nigga gotta pay!

He gotta pay for that sh*t!

That's how this sh*t gonna go!

. He gotta pay?

- Yes!

Let me tell you somethin'.

Listen to me, son.

I said listen to me!

Man, you got a date.

A date to get out

of this motherf***er.

Do you understand me?

I'm gonna be

in this motherf***er

for the rest of

my motherfucking life.

All I'm ever gonna see are these

goddamn bars

and these goddamn walls.

Now, you gonna be great one day.

Don't let something

you do for 50 seconds

get you 50 years.

I got you.

- I got you.

- Yeah.

It's your last time, nigga.

- F*** that old man.

- Kill yourself, man.

F*** that.

They say anything

about my money?

We're trying, but...

No.

Lift your head up.

Son, let me see your spirit.

Now, lift your head up.

How they treating you in here?

You know.

Yeah.

I do.

Mama, I'm sorry

- that you gotta come here...

- I...

I should be the one

apologizing to you.

It's not you who put me in here.

It was me.

You were right.

Just like the Panthers.

They gave me all the tools

to destroy myself.

That's the system they run.

And I fell for it.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I am so sorry.

I'm sympathetic

towards your need

to touch this nice young man,

but the rules won't allow

for it. I'm so sorry.

Please, no touching.

Thank you.

Come here.

When I was in jail,

pregnant with you,

they treated me like

less than a human.

No real food to eat,

no proper nourishment,

no medical treatment,

this place...

This motherfucking place

is designed to destroy you.

Your body is in prison,

not your mind.

"And above all else,

"to thine own self be true,

"And as sure

as the night follow the day,

"Thou canst then

not be false to...

- "Any man"

- "...any man."

That Shakespeare...

I can always count on you, Mama.

You are appreciated

When I was young

Me and my mama

had beef 17 years old

Kicked out on the streets

Though back at the time

I never thought Pd see her face

Ain't a woman alive

That could take my mama's place

Suspended from school

And scared to go home.

! was a foo!

With the big boys

breaking all the rules

I shed tears with my baby sister

Over the years

We was poorer

than the other little kids

And even though

we had different daddies

The same drama

When things went wrong

we'd blame Mama

I reminisce

on the stress I caused

It was hell

Huggin' on my mama

from a jail cell

And who'd think in elementary

Hey, Pd see

the penitentiary one day'?

And running from the police,

that's right

Mama catch me

Put a whoopin' to my backside

And even as a crack fiend, Mama

You always was

a black queen, Mama

I finally understand for a woman

It ain't easy trying

to raise a man

You always was committed

A poor single mother on welfare

Tell me how you did it

There's no way

I can pay you back

But the plan is to show you

That I understand

213-555-0137.

Three million dollars.

One per album Up front.

And a house for your mom.

That's it?

Yeah.

Money ain't a thing.

What you need is guidance.

I already got a manager, man.

I'm not sayin'

you can't have friends,

but I'm the one that's gonna

be there with you 24/7, 365.

So it should be me.

Death Row ain't a label.

It's a way of life.

Where's Atron at right now?

Are they here?

Or are they out there beggin'

the white man for your money?

Your money.

It's real simple.

A lot of people are born males,

but they're not men.

I'm a man.

Nobody fucks with me.

Nobody fucks with my money

and nobody fucks with my family.

And if they do...

I know you heard the rumors.

But I want you to understand

one thing.

Results.

All right.

- So when can we do this?

- When can you sign?

Nigga, show me the pen.

This is my pen right here.

We got a deal, baby.

Big Suge.

Yeah!

- Hey!

- Whassup with it?

So, while

we're finishing the setup,

I may as well tell you

I've got the cover story

pretty much written.

- Yeah?

Footage cut together.

So you got one last bombshell

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