Me and Pac have been down from day one. Before he did Juice, before his first album. That’s my man. So the interview he did in VIBE bugged me out. But I know him. He likes to talk a lot. Especially when he’s upset, he’ll say shit that he won’t even mean. And then he’ll think about it later and be, like, „Damn, why the fuck did I say that?„
We was kinda skeptical when we was going to the studio. We was, like, Shit don’t seem right, something gonna happen. But when the four of us got to the studio and seen Little Caesar and them up in the window, it kinda threw us off. So we get around the corner and we see this nigga standing in front of the studio with an army fatigue jacket on. He sees us, looks at his watch, then looks down. There’s somebody sitting inside by the elevators lookin‘ at his newspaper. We not really paying them no mind. So they buzz us in, and the kid that was standing in front of the building comes in behind us.
We wasn’t rushing to the elevator. They had the iron out immediately. They had the drop on us real quick, and they was, like, „Y’all niggas lay down.“ We just looked at each other like we was not laying down for shit. ‚Cause when niggas tell you to lay down, you automatically think you ain’t gonna get up no more.
So Pac turns around like he about to go for his joint, ‚cause Pac was strapped. Then a shot went off, and it was, like, Oh shit. Niggas is not playing. After the shot, boom, Pac hit the floor. Me personally, I only heard one shot. I didn’t hear four, five, six shots. And he was saying that he got shot three, four times. None of us remember hearing four, five shots. When the shot went off, that’s when we went down.
Pac’s saying all this shit in the interview, like, „I thought that Stretch was gonna fight. He was towering over them.“ Now, that nigga know I ain’t never going out like no bitch. But I ain’t dumb. I ain’t got no gun, what the fuck am I supposed to do? I might be towering over niggas, but I ain’t towerin‘ over no slugs.
Tupac got shot trying to go for his shit. He tried to go for his gun, and he made a mistake on his own. But I’ll let him tell the world that. I ain’t even going to get into it all like that. Pac’s talking about niggas „dropping like a sack of potatoes.“ How the fuck is he going to know if niggas dropped like a sack of potatoes if he was turned around to get his joint? He tried to turn around and pull the joint out real quick, but niggas caught him. Grabbed his hand when it was by his waist.
When Pac was on the floor, his head was bleeding and his eyes was closed. Your man gets dropped and he falls right next to you‹that shit bug you the fuck out. The other nigga kept the joint on me and Zane, and the kid with the army fatigue jacket started takin‘ off Pac’s jewels and shit. He was calling Pac a bitch-ass nigga, kickin‘ him and shit.
After they finished robbing, they stepped out, walking backward and pointing the guns at us. I was looking at Pac, and all of a sudden his eyes opened and he said, „Yo, I’m hit.“ And Fred’s saying he’s hit too. So, boom, we go outside and Pac starts screaming for the police. We see a cop outside, rolling up real slow, but Zane got the other gun that Pac had, and we out on Times Square. So we ran back inside and got on the elevator and went upstairs. My man Fred stayed down there in front of the building, ‚cause he was hit.
In that interview, Pac was talking all that shit about Thug Life is ignorance and telling niggas‘ names and all that shit. I don’t even understand why he went there. I’ve seen Pac mad times after the shooting and he never kicked none of that shit to me. You know how he feels about the media, so why would he go and do an interview like that? He’s supposed to be a street nigga; he should’ve kept it in the street. I mean, niggas had to go and get their names changed. I want him to get a reality check. Recognize what the fuck he’s doing. Niggas on the street live by rules, man. And that rule right there, that’s a rule that’s never to be broken.
