Not technically a Pac song, but one of my favorites featuring him.
anything on All Eyez On Me too...peak (and end) of the Death Row days
Man I hate he died. I was a little kid when it happened, but I still remember the day that it did like it was yesterday.
R.I.P Pac
one of my faves.
GOAT
love this track
And it also means he must be due for his 15th posthumous album.
Pac's a great rapper, but he's a bit overrated. For the life of me I can't understand why he's so much more famous than Ice T (GOAT on the west coast), Eazy E, or Ice Cube. Nevertheless, he did have some amazing jams:
<--- best verse of his career
A lot of symbolism...trace substance.
It was never really about his skills as a rapper, it was about his vision, Jekyll & Hyde personality, and incredible charisma.
like a tired old bad like you would ever understand anything about hip hop. If you wanna chime in on a Jefferson Airplane thread, be my guest. But stay the out of this one.
2Pac was a great storyteller; I'll catch a lot of flak for this, but I think Eminem is the closest we have seen to him since.
On a tangent, here is an interesting piece done by PBS Frontline that discusses the involvement of Death Row and the LAPD in killing Biggie in retribution for 2Pac's murder:
He went around acting like an asshole. Ended up dead in the ground because of it.
He was a loser. And he ended up in the loser's circle.
It happens.
hip hop, my ass. He was a thug, who propogated murder & mayhem in the streets. Came back to tag & slab him.
Cathy Scott, from her book The Killing of Tupac Shakur
The convoy was headed east on Flamingo Road when it stopped for a red light at Koval Lane, a busy intersection only a half mile from the Strip acorss from the Maxim Hotel. One [Death Row] associate pulled up a car-length ahead to the right. Another car stopped directly behind them; in it were rapper Yafeu Fula [also known in the Outlawz as Kadafi, for Libyan leader Moammar Kadafi] and two associates, one a bodyguard and other a rapper [E.D.I.]. Another car was in front of [Knight's] BMW at the stoplight. The sidewalk and street were heavy with pedestrians.
The BMW was boxed in.
Four young black women, sitting at the same intersection in a Chrsyler sedan to the left of the BMW, turned, smiled at Suge and Tupac, and caught their attention.
A moment later, a late-model Cadillac with three to four black men inside pulled up directly to the right of the BMW, and skidded to a stop. A gunman sitting in the back seat on the driver's side stuck a weapon out of the left-rear window of the white Caddy, in full view of [Kinight's] entourage. The gunman tracked Tupack from the back seat.
Suge and Tupac saw the Caddy, but they had no time to react. Suddenly, the sounds of the night were shattered by the pop pop pop of a killer inside the Cadillac emptying a magazine clip from a high-powered semiautomatic handgun. At least 13 rounds were sprayed (that's how many bullet holes and casings investigators counted) into the passenger side of the BMW. Five bullets pierced the passenger door; some shattered the windows.
Startled and panicky, Tupac tried frantically to scramble into the back seat through the well between the fronts eats. But he was seat-belted in. In doing so, he exposed his middle and lower torso to the gunfire and took a round in his right hip. Suge grabbed Tupac, pulled him down, and covered him. He yelled, "Get down!" That's when Suge was hit with a fragment in the back of his neck.
Tupac was plugged with bullets at close range. Three rounds pierced his body. One bullet lodged in his chest, entering under his right arm. Another went through his hip, slicing through his ower abdomen, and ended up floating around in his pelvic area. Yet another bullet his his right hand, shattering the bone of his index finger and knocking off a large chuck of gold from a ring he was wearing on another finger. (Tupac wore three gold-and-diamond rings on his right that night.) The gunfire nailed Tupac to the leather bucket seat. Glass and blood were everywhere.
Knight panicked. Instead of calling 911 for medical help, he made a U-turn on two flat tires and headed back int he direction of the crowded Strip. Scott quoted Knight saying to Tupac, "You need a hospital, Pac. I'm gonna get you to a hospital right now."
Scott also quoted Tupac saying back to Knight, "I need a hospital? You the one shot int he head. Don't you think you need a hospital?"
With some in his caravan following closely behind, Knight drove frantically and erratically, bouncing his rented BMW off the Las Vegas Boulevard median in an attempt to reach the hospital. But the traffic was too heavy, and every move Knight made proved wrong. According to Scott's reporting, Knight ran his last red light light at Harmon Avenue, executed another U-turn, and finally came to a stop in the middle of the Strip. In the process, his other two tires, the two remaining good ones, both went flat.
There's a patient of mine I think you'd love to meet.
Having no idea what had gone on, police arrived with their guns drawn and ordered Knight and others in his caravan to lie down flat on the street on their stomaches. Paramedics were summoned. Knight was bleeding from the head, but it was soon bovious to the authorities that the person needing more immediate medical attention was not Knight but his passenger.
Tupac was reportedly still conscious when he loaded into an aubulance for the short trip over to University Medical Center. According to Scott, witnesses ont he street heard Tupac say, "I'm dyin', man." just before the ambulance sped off.
His most influential work was with Digital Underground.
Afeni Shakur only wanted to sit with his unconscious son and pray. "Let me tell you what I did," she said. "I sat there and read The Prophet, by Kahilil Gibran. It says, 'Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.'
Grim business.
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