Tupac: Resurrection Page #3

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and be like, "Don't get involved with

this. Get out there, do your dream."

So they was like my sponsors.

My dream was

to make a living rapping.

Just to make music

that was coming from my heart.

When I first started rapping, I needed

the money, and I had to work.

Yeah, sexy baby

Do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump

Sexy baby

Do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump

That was me.

For me to get paid, I had to go out in

bikini briefs and hop on top of this doll.

I was homeless.

That's what I had to do.

You have to work from one point

to go to another point.

I admire the work ethic.

Do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump

Just watch me do the Humpty Hump

Shock was responsible

for my success.

I'm the original two-tone,

big-nosed, skinny rapper.

Shock G.

Leila introduced me to Atron who

was managing Digital Underground.

He was like, "I'll send you to Digital

Underground. They're in the studio.

"Rap for Shock G on the spot.

If he like you, I'll pick you up."

I walked in and rapped.

He was like, "Good. You're in."

Boom, boom. "See you later."

And I left, walked out

of there like, "Dang."

Shock was like, "Come on the road.

Be my roadie. It ain't glamorous.

"You'll be working, meeting people."

I said, "Cool."

Off the road, he said, "I'm gonna pay

you and let you do 'Same Song'."

I did "Same Song".

Ever since, it's been on.

- Tupac, rock this

- I clown around when I hang

Around with the Underground

Girls who 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 their life high

Same song, can't go wrong

If I play the nice guy

Claiming fame must have changed

Now that we became strong

I remain, still the same

Because it's the same song

I look back with the greatest fondness.

Those were some of the best times.

Watch this one.

I'm gonna f*** you up.

I'm gonna f*** you up.

DJ Mark, "The 45 King"

This is your thing

Check out how we swing

Look at my ding-a-ling

And know that I am the king

A lyrical lunatic

I can rap slow or quick

About fishing or politics

It don't matter because girls

Be on your dick

Atron had been shopping

my demo tape as a solo album.

All of a sudden, Interscope got in touch

with us, and I was told that Ted Field,

this millionaire, multimillionaire,

his daughter had heard my demo,

and she liked it. So he was like,

"That's how I picked you."

And I was like,

"Well, tell your daughter thanks."

You know you gotta love the sound

It's from the rebel

The rebel of the Underground

So I went from being unknown

to now having a platinum record.

2Pacalypse Now is a story of a young

black male, from track one to track 13,

whether it be about teenage

pregnancy, police brutality or poverty.

Also, I tell my own personal problems.

All my songs deal with the pain

that I've felt from my childhood.

That's what makes me do what I do.

My inspiration for writing music is, like,

Don McLean when he did "Vincent",

Lorraine Hansberry

with Raisin in the Sun,

Shakespeare when he does his things.

Like deep stories, you know,

like raw human needs.

I just try to speak about things

that affect me and our community.

Sometimes I'm the watcher

and sometimes the participant.

Sometimes it's just allegories

or fables that have a moral

or theme,

like the ghetto lifestyle.

Brenda's belly's getting bigger

But no one seems to notice

Any change in her figure

She's 12 years old

And she's having a baby

In love with the molester

Who's sexing her crazy

She thinks that he'll be

With her forever

And dreams of a world

Where the two of them are together

Whatever

I seen that, the crack babies,

what we had to go through,

Iosing everything and being poor

and getting beat down.

Being the person I am, I said,

"No, I'm changing this."

I'm trying to think of a good analogy.

It's like you've

got the Vietnam War, right?

And just because the reporters

show us pictures at home

of the Vietnam War, that's what made

the Vietnam War end when it did,

or the sh*t probably

would have lasted longer.

If no one knew

exactly what was going on,

we just thought they were just dying

valiantly, in some beautiful way.

But because we saw the horror, that's

what made us stop the Vietnam War.

I thought, "That's what I'll

do as an artist, as a rapper.

"I'm gonna show the

graphic details of what I see

"and my community,

and hopefully they'll stop it, quit."

Hello, I'm Tanya Hart,

and welcome to our show.

My guest today has experienced a truly

horrendous life to just be 20 years old.

His family portrait could well be

a poster for America's Most Wanted.

His lyrics are controversial but also

a reality of life as he has seen it.

My ear is to the streets.

I represent 20 years

on this planet Earth

and what I've seen.

This is my report.

It's like my battle cry to America.

They got me trapped

They can't keep the black man down

They got me trapped

No, they can't keep

The black man down

In my album, the number one enemy

is the crooked police officer.

They got me trapped

Can barely walk the city streets

Without a cop har-asking me

Searching me then asking my identity

And the ironic thing

is that it never happened to me.

I was speaking

from the stories of my peers.

Cuffed up, throw me on the concrete

Coppers try to kill me

I mean, I said all of these things,

and then it happened to me.

I had no record, all my life,

no police record, until I made a record.

As my video was debuting on MTV,

I was behind bars,

getting beat up

by the police department.

Good morning.

My name is John Burris,

and I am here today with my client,

Tupac Amaru Shakur,

as well as other members of the

Digital Underground rap group

and some members of the

Digital Underground rap group,

a combination of the various groups.

Basically, I walked across

the street at 17th and Broadway.

The police officers stopped me on

the sidewalk and asked to see my ID.

They sweated me about my name.

The officers said:

"You have to learn your place."

They were charging me

with jaywalking.

I was riffing, arguing about why would

they charge me with a petty crime.

I kept yelling, asking them

to give me my citation and let me go.

Next thing I know, my face

was being buried into the concrete,

and I was laying facedown

in the gutter,

waking up

from being unconscious in cuffs

with blood on my face.

And I'm going to jail for resisting arrest.

That's harassment to me,

that I have to be stopped

in the street and checked,

like we're in South Africa

and asked for my ID.

Officer Boyavich repeatedly

slammed my face into the floor,

while Rogers put the cuffs on.

That's not called for, for jaywalking.

I got a ten-million-dollar lawsuit.

They said they would settle,

but nobody cared.

That wasn't blew up all over the news.

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