Notorious Page #8

and I'm quite grown

Run up in that club

with the ice on me and Paisan

Scope the spot out

see somethin'nice and I'm gone

I'm poppin' Ma gnums

while Jigga bag somethin'

Watch is platinum

Got jet lag from

Flights back and forth

Pop corks of the best grapes

Make the best CD's

and the best tapes

Don't for get the vinyl

Take girls, break spinals

Biggie be Richie like Lionel

Sh*t

You seen the Jesus

dipped to H classes

Ice project off lights

Chick flashes

I love the dough more than you know

Gotta let it show

Gotta let it show

I love the dough

Yeah

I love the dough

More than you know

- There he is.

- What's up, brother?

What's up? Looking good, baby.

How you doing? How's everything?

- Everything good.

- Good to see you.

- Here, you break.

- Oh, you want some of this?

Yo, Pac, can I get your auto graph?

- Here you go.

- Thankyou.

This sh*t ever trip you out?

- What?

- People wanting your autograph. They actin' like it's 14 karats.

I had a kid come to me the other day,

tell me I was his hero.

But, I'm like, nah.

Malcolm X should beyour hero. Dr. King.

That was Pac.

A revolutionary one minute,

a thu g-life motherf***er the next.

Ask 10 people who Pac is

and you get 10 different answers.

But he was all that and more...

and sometimes he was just someone

who liked to f*** with you.

- Give me your money. Take your little lunch money.

- Huh!

But like Pac told me,

the best time would be when I was coming up.

Because once you on top,

you can only go down.

What's up, Dre?

Pac was right.

That night at Quad Studios changed everything.

Hey, yo! What's up, Pac?

- Hey! What up, Cease?

- You coming up?

Yeah, I got a gig on the 12th floor.

- All right. I'm gonna go tell Big.

- Yeah!

Hey, yo, Big.

I just saw your boy Pac downstairs.

Yeah?

Go get him.

All right.

- You know Big and them on the 10th floor. They in a session.

- Yeah? How their session going?

- Come on, man. You know he doing his thing.

- Just make sure they're working.

Yo, I hope Pac got some

of that good weed, man.

They say, "Puff, puff, pass."

But if it's that good, I ain't passing nothing.

Yo, get those motherfuckers

back in the elevator!

Get the f*** back in the elevator, man!

Yo, Big, man! Pac is downstairs getting rolled

on, man! They had the gun in my face!

- Don't move. Stay here.

- They're still down there. Let me come with you, man!

F***! Press 12.

Motherf***er jacked me in the lobby, man!

Pac!

Stop right there!

- Hold on.

- Shut the f*** up and keep your hands in the air!

Yo, somebody call the ambulance.

Yo, Pac. What happened, Pac?

Tupac didn't know who the f*** to trust.

Get away from me.

Which one of y'all set me up?

I'm right here, motherf***er!

What? Huh? F***!

- As far as he was concerned-

- Oh, sh*t.

Everyone near was responsible...

Oh, sh*t. Fucky'all, man!

Including me.

In the aftermath

of the Tupac Shakur shooting at Quad Studios...

the rapper-actor named record producer

Sean "Puffy" Combs...

What? No!

This is full of sh*t.

Yo, Big, come on, man.

You don't need to be watching this right now.

I warned him about those guys.

Naming music producer Sean "Puffy" Combs

and the rapper Christopher Wallace...

Now he's blaming me? How the f***

could he say i do some sh*t like that?

- Yeah, they're full of it, man.

- They wouldn't even let me see him in the hospital.

F*** it!

I'm gonna call him.

- He know who shot him.

- Yo, Big, hold up.

Yo, Big, hold up.

Big!

Yo, Big, ho- Big, hold up.

Hey, Big, hold up, man.

They just found your man

guilty on that sex abuse.

He ain't thinking clearly right now.

You know what I'm saying?

Just give him some time.

Just give him some time, let this cool down.

Sh*t doesn't make any sense.

At the Superior Court

where he faced ajury...

in the sex-abuse trial

brought against him last year.

He was acquitted of six counts in the indictment

and found guilty of three others.

He now faces sentencing

and probable jail time.

Hey, yo, check this out. Let

me tell y'all who the winneris.

And the winner is

Above the backboards and the rims.

You know what I'm saying?

Pac went to jail on the sex-abuse charge.

We thought all the bullshit

would die down...

but Suge Knight, the owner of Death Row Records,

had something else in mind.

I'd like to tell Tupac to keep his guards up.

We riding with him.

And one other thing I'd like to say.

Any artists out there that want to be artists

and want to stay a star...

and don't- don't have to worry

about the executive producer...

All up in the videos, all on the records, dancin'...

come to Death Row!

- Hell, yeah! West Side, boys!

- Yo, come on, man.

Yo, we gotta rise above this.

Big, what is the East Coast-West Coast rivalry?

Are you afraid for your life?

- Any further comments on Death Row?

- Biggie, what did Puff Daddy do?

Did you shoot Tupac?

What are you going to do now

that Pac's getting out of jail?

Go, go!

Get us the f*** out of here!

Pac and his people have been saying...

that "Who Shot Ya?"

The joint Biggie came out with...

is trying to dis Pac a bout

the shooting at Quad Studios.

But Biggie's camp is saying he wrote that song

before the shooting ever happened.

And he stopped playing that song now.

Yeah, he stopped playing the song.

And now Pac is coming out...

with this new song getting at Biggie.

The whole thing is getting out of control.

The fans are choosing sides,

the labels are choosing sides.

What's up?

What? You're just gonna

sit there looking stupid?

- Yo, your boy's been wilding out, man.

- Who?

Pac. He's been on a mission

ever since Suge bailed him out of jail.

First off, f*** your b*tch

and the clique you claim

West Side when we ride

come equipped with game

You claim to be a playa

but I f***ed your wife

We bust on Bad Boy's niggas

F*** for life

Plus, Puffy tryin'

to see me weak

That's some dumb sh*t. I ain't sweating it.

We keep on coming

while we running for your jewels

Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules

Little Caesar

go ask your homey how I'll leave you

Cut your young ass up leave you in pieces

Now be deceased

Lil' Kim, don't f*** around

with real G's

- Quick to snatch you gly ass off the street

- Where you get this from?

Got it from the store, man.

It's all over the place.

So let the West Side ride tonight

Been singing since I was

in the choir as a little girl.

Go see what that is.

- Um, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on.

- Where the f*** is Faith?

- Big, I'm doing an interview.

- When were you going to tell me?

I gotta find out about it like this?

You f***ed that motherf***er? Huh?

Come the f*** here.

Get the f*** over here.

Let me talk to you.

You f***ed that motherf***er? Huh?

You want to f*** with niggas?

You want to f*** with niggas?

- Huh?

- Get out of here!

Yo, Big, go downstairs, man.

You know somebody called security by now!

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