Tupac: Resurrection Page #9

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- She came over?

- Right.

She came over, knew

those people, knew everything.

I just didn't grab her out of there.

I'm guilty of not being a smart man,

not being a goodhearted man,

I guess, or being more considerate.

At any point, were you aware she

was involved in something she...

- Cut. That's a problem right there.

- Excuse me.

None of these legal matters

can be asked.

I have a list of the stuff

you'll have to cut out. Sorry.

- All right.

- The gentleman is out on bail.

I see.

I couldn't defend myself.

This would never have happened

to anybody else.

They have no evidence on me,

and it's about to come out.

Now my life is over.

This is a year later.

A year after the world's

been thinking I'm a rapist.

The whole world

owes me an apology.

I went through it and didn't

kill myself like Kurt Cobain.

And I should, because this is

some crazy madness.

Central, I got a black male

shot at 48th and 7th.

Last night, just after midnight,

at 723 7th Avenue,

that's between 48th and 49th Street,

rap star Tupac Shakur and

three members of his group

were robbed and shot.

They shot me, straight up.

I just kept thinking,

"They really did shoot me."

When I wasn't dead,

immediately I was like, "Oh, man."

I was like, "No, this ain't it."

I know how it's gonna be when I die.

It's gonna be no noise.

You ain't gonna hear people

screaming. I'm gonna fade out.

And I didn't... None of that was there.

I was like, "I got shot five times.

I'm not dead. They missed. I'm back."

When Shakur resisted,

he was shot five times,

twice in the head

and twice in the groin area.

And his most serious wound,

a gunshot through the hand,

hitting an artery in his thigh.

He's listed in serious

but stable condition.

Until it happened, I really did believe

no black person would ever shoot me.

I believed that I didn't have to

fear my own community.

You know, I was like,

"I represent them.

"I'm their ambassador to the world.

They would never do me wrong."

I believe that this was a robbery.

Anybody who was gonna walk into

that building was gonna be robbed.

The police don't wanna find out

who shot me. They're happy.

As far as that Vibe interview,

just read everything over

and read my reply, read their reply,

read what people say.

Everybody that was there

knows what happened.

My recollection was, I was shooting

a video, the second half of "Warning",

which is the B-side of "Big Poppa",

and I was shooting around the block.

And I heard my man was up at the

studio doing a Junior M.A.F.I.A. session.

So I got off at the reception area,

and I saw Andre and Little Shawn.

I said, "What's up?" about to get on

the elevator, and he comes out shot.

The Tupac article had me pissed off,

you know what I'm saying?

Because first of all,

he dissed my man,

saying he turned his back on him,

and I know for a fact it didn't happen.

And, like, the rumors that's spreading

is on some tip like we set him up.

And that's crazy.

As soon as he comes out shot,

me and my man try to sit him down.

He called his mom. He asked

my man if he can roll him a blunt.

We asked if he was all right. He's like,

"Yeah, I don't know what's going on."

We were just trying to comfort him.

Andre Harrell called the ambulance.

And everybody there was

very supportive of him.

It was just the total opposite. He

came out and everyone ran to him.

It was nothing but love and concern.

They got different accounts of it,

and I'm the one with the bullet wounds.

I also understand that if you

was to get shot five times,

your mind is just

completely spinning.

You're real confused

about your situation.

It'll make you say things

you don't mean.

I was there for the whole thing. No one

else was there for the whole thing.

I don't know the purpose of why

the story was said in another context.

It's not important that others know

what happened. I said it.

Now that I said it, it's dead.

Believe me or not, I did what I had to.

God knows the truth.

There's no religion about getting shot.

I don't want any converts.

After getting shot, I was like,

"Sh*t, I don't know who to trust."

In a bizarre twist of events,

Tupac Shakur checked himself out of

Bellevue Hospital Wednesday night.

After surgery, Tupac checked himself

out of Bellevue against doctor's orders.

It was just time to leave.

I didn't feel safe there.

I kept getting

these crazy phone calls.

At that point, I'm just paranoid,

just bugging out.

I couldn't sleep or rest. I was like,

"I'm just tired, and I wanna just..."

And I felt like I'm like a victim,

a target.

I couldn't even sleep at home.

People could kill me at home.

And are the police gonna

come in and kill me?

You know, is there secret police?

I was so deep into the weed

at that point.

And I was like,

"I'm petrified. I'm vulnerable."

I felt like just a prisoner

to my own fame.

That's why I wanted to die at that point.

I felt like, "If everybody's so worried,

why ain't nobody came to help?"

- Mr. Shakur?

- Open up, please. Open up.

- Excuse me.

- Step back, please.

- Just keep it tight, that's all.

- How are you this morning?

The jury deliberated, then, after days

of twists worthy of a Hollywood drama,

Tupac Shakur has finally had

one question answered.

Tonight, the jury found him guilty

of three counts of sexual abuse,

but innocent on six other charges,

including sodomy.

Please, give me some space.

Please, man.

Why did you decide to

leave the hospital?

Please, y'all are not letting me get

through, man. Let me get through!

- Back it up.

- Why did you leave?

And sentencing for this trial

has yet to be scheduled.

Where I was sent was

a maximum-security penitentiary.

I know when I was young,

I couldn't wait to get to jail, straight up.

I mean, I was scared and everything,

but I felt that's part of being a man.

Now that I'm here,

this is not the spot.

I know everybody that comes out says,

"This ain't the spot." This isn't the spot.

Somebody tells you when to get up,

when you can shower, do this, do that.

They can speak to you any way they

want to, and you've gotta accept it.

You can die here, know what I mean?

Yesterday, a dude was murdered.

He wasn't in here on no murder beef.

He was in on a drug beef.

He's gone. He's dead in jail,

you know what I mean?

By another prisoner who had life.

He had nothing to lose,

you know what I mean?

I came to jail. I'm telling you, it's dirty.

It's filthy. It's like you're an animal.

At first, me and the guards

had problems.

I got smacked and treated bad.

They did whatever they could to break

me because I used to talk a lot of sh*t.

As soon as I got there, they went,

"There he goes, the rich n*gger."

I was like, "Oh, sh*t, he said n*gger!"

Everybody's looking at me like, "So?"

And I was like, "My God, this is where

I'm gonna be staying?"

He just said "n*gger"!

You've got "niggas"

in one of your records.

Niggas. He's talking about n*ggers.

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