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almahiphop · 1 year

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2Pac - All Eyez on Me (13/02/1996)

All Eyez on Me es el cuarto álbum de estudio del rapero estadounidense 2Pac y el último lanzado en vida. Fue lanzado hoy 13 de febrero de 1996 por Death Row Records e Interscope Records, el álbum presenta apariciones especiales de Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg, Redman, Method Man, Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Daz Dillinger, E-40, K-Ci, JoJo, Outlawz, Yaki Kadafi, Fatal, Danny Boy, entre otros.

El álbum presenta producciones de Shakur junto con una variedad de productores, incluidos DJ Quik, Johnny "J", Dr. Dre, DJ Bobcat, Dat Nigga Daz, DJ Pooh, DeVante Swing, entre otros. Fue el único lanzamiento de Death Row e Interscope que se distribuyó a través de PolyGram en los Estados Unidos.

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En este álbum 2Pac describe sus experiencias de vivir en la pobreza y el lujo; los críticos señalan particularmente que 2Pac difiere ampliamente de la conciencia social y política de 2Pacalypse Now (1991) y Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993). El álbum incluye los sencillos número uno de Billboard Hot 100 "How Do U Want It" (con K-Ci y JoJo) y "California Love" (con Dr. Dre y Roger Troutman) y la balada de Hip-Hop "I Ain 't Mad at Cha", junto con la colaboración de Snoop Doggy Dogg "2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted" como sencillo promocional. Contó con cuatro sencillos en total, la mayor cantidad de cualquiera de los álbumes de Shakur. Además, All Eyez on Me hizo historia como el primer álbum de estudio en solitario de hip-hop de doble duración lanzado para el consumo masivo a nivel mundial.

All Eyez on Me fue el segundo álbum de 2Pac en ubicarse en el número uno en las listas Billboard 200 y Top R&B / Hip-Hop Albums, vendiendo 566,000 copias en la primera semana. Siete meses después, 2Pac resultó fatalmente herido en un tiroteo desde un vehículo en movimiento. El álbum ganó póstumamente el Soul Train Music Award de 1997 por Álbum de rap del año, y también fue nominado póstumamente a Mejor álbum de rap en la 39.ª entrega de los premios Grammy en 1997. Shakur también ganó el premio a Artista Favorito de Rap/Hip-Hop en los American Music Awards de 1997.

Tras su lanzamiento, All Eyez on Me recibió elogios instantáneos de la crítica y ha sido clasificado por los críticos como uno de los mejores álbumes de Hip Hop, así como uno de los mejores álbumes de todos los tiempos. Fue certificado Diamante por la Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) en 2014, con ventas de más de 5 millones de copias (cada disco en el álbum doble contó como una unidad separada para la certificación), y en 2020 ocupó el puesto 436 en Lista actualizada de Rolling Stone de los 500 mejores álbumes de todos los tiempos.

En octubre de 1995, Suge Knight y Jimmy Iovine pagaron la fianza de 1,4 millones de dólares necesaria para que Shakur saliera de la cárcel por cargos de abuso sexual. En ese momento, Shakur estaba arruinado y, por lo tanto, no podía pagar la fianza por sí mismo. All Eyez on Me fue lanzado luego de un acuerdo entre Knight y Shakur que establecía que Shakur haría tres álbumes bajo Death Row Records a cambio de que pagaran su fianza. Cumpliendo con parte del nuevo contrato de Shakur, este álbum doble sirvió como los primeros dos álbumes de su contrato de tres álbumes.

Euthanasia fue el título inicial del álbum hasta que se cambió a All Eyez on Me durante el proceso de grabación. Shakur explicó a Bill Bellamy de MTV en diciembre de 1995 diciendo:

"Se llama All Eyez on Me. Así es como siento que es. Tengo a la policía observándome, los federales. Tengo mujeres que quieren acusarme de cargos falsos y demandarme. Tengo las mujeres que me quieren. Tengo a los homeboys celosos y tengo a los homies que andan conmigo. Todo el mundo está mirando para ver lo que voy a hacer ahora, así que All Eyez on Me."

All Eyez on Me originalmente estaba destinado a un lanzamiento en Navidad de 1995, pero se retrasó cuando Shakur continuó grabando música y grabando videos musicales para el álbum.

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El primer sencillo, "California Love", con Dr. Dre y Roger Troutman, fue lanzado el 3 de diciembre de 1995. Esta es quizás la canción más conocida de 2Pac y la más exitosa, alcanzando el número uno en el Billboard Hot 100 durante ocho semanas (como un sencillo de doble cara A con "How Do U Want It") y 12 semanas en el número uno en Nueva Zelanda. La canción fue nominada a un premio Grammy a la mejor interpretación de rap por un dúo o grupo (con Dr. Dre y Roger Troutman) en 1997. En el álbum apareció una versión remix también producida por Dr. Dre. Desde entonces, la canción ha sido certificada 2 veces platino por la RIAA.

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"2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted" con el rapero Snoop Doggy Dogg, fue lanzado como sencillo promocional el 7 de mayo de 1996. El video fue dirigido por uno de los socios de producción de 2Pac, Gobi M. Rahimi y fue filmado cuatro meses antes del rodaje de 2Pac en septiembre de 1996. El preludio de la canción muestra una parodia de Biggie Smalls ("Piggie") y Puff Daddy ("Buff Daddy") discutiendo con Shakur sobre el tiroteo de noviembre de 1994. El comienzo de la escena en la que Tupac habla con Biggie hace referencia a la escena de la película Scarface en la que Tony Montana habla con su presunto asesino antes de dispararle. La canción alcanzó el puesto 46 en la lista Billboard Hot R&B / Hip-Hop Airplay de EE. UU.

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El segundo sencillo, "How Do U Want It" con el dúo de R&B K-Ci & JoJo, fue lanzado el 4 de junio de 1996. La canción alcanzó el número uno en el Billboard Hot 100. Se filmaron tres videos para la canción: dos en el mismo set para el sencillo en abril de 1996. El video fue dirigido por Ron Hightower y producido por Tracy D. Robinson.

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yoflashb · 3 months

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#2pacalypse

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butterknifehaircuts · 2 years

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todayinhiphophistory · 6 months

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Today in Hip Hop History:

2pac released his debut solo album 2pacalypse Now November 12, 1991

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soupy-sez · 5 months

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2Pac – If My Homie Calls (1991)

#2pac #tupac #tupac shakur #music #music video #music videos #musicgifs #90s #1990s #my gifs #gifs #soupy's #2pacalypse now #2pac gifs #this song got some beautiful synth and bass... makes me feel sad for some reason

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damiandallorso · 6 months

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#2Pacalypse Now #1991 #2Pac

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metalhealth-willdriveyoumad · 29 days

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My record collection so far! The one on the left is Queen’s A Day At the Races

#Queen #a day at the races #7800 Fahrenheit #7800 degrees Fahrenheit #2pacalypsenow #2pacalypse now #appetite for destruction #guns n roses #bon jovi #queen #queen band #2pac #vinyl collection #vinyl records #record collection

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reckonslepoisson · 1 year

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2Pacalypse Now (1991), Strictly 4 My... (1993), 2Pac

All here but not quite there; on his initial two LPs, 2Pac had his agile flows, focused political charge, penchant for storytelling and taste for grooved, luxurious beats – but he also hadn’t quite perfected any of those things. While many tracks remain essential (in name, ‘Trapped’, ‘Violent’, ‘If My Homie Calls’, ‘Brenda’s Got a Baby’, ‘Holler If Ya’ Here Me’, ‘Last Wordz’, ‘Keep Ya Head Up’), much is also a little clumsy or goofy, while the overall works end up rather unvaried and exhausting.

Pick(s): ‘If My Homie Calls’, ‘Last Wordz’

#2pac #tupac #2pacalypsenow #2Pacalypse Now #strictly 4 my #hip-hop #pop #pop rap #concsious hip-hop #west coast hip-hop #political hip-hop #hardcore hip-hop #1991 #1993 #music #review #music review

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ledotson · 1 year

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#2pacshakur #2pacalypse now #nftcollectors #nftart #nftcollectibles #nftcommunity #nftphotography #nftgallery #nftnews #makersplace

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fentanylabuser · 5 months

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#tupac shakur #tupac #2pac #2pac amaru shakur #2pacalypse #2pac4ever #2pacforever #rip tupac #rip 2pac

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roeroe-world · 5 months

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could’ve been.

starring: eva apio as nefertari zain, tupac shakur as himself

set in 1993.

warning: profane language, use of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sexual activity

Loud rap music blared throughout the packed spacious building. Bodies danced together to the melodic beat of Snoop Doggy Dogg’s track, Ain’t No Fun (If The Homies Can’t Have None). Drinks and smoke surrounded the crowded, overwhelming atmosphere.

A nightclub named Pulse happened to be the club Nefertari and her childhood friend, Tanya, decided to attend. Dressed in their best, hair done to perfection as well as glam. They wanted to scope the scene tonight and so they did.

Their eye-catching appearance earned a plethora of stares, some of jealousy, several in admiration or pure desire. They were used to it. Los Angeles’ night life was their niche.

“This club is bumpin’ tonight.” Tanya acknowledges the live scene, slightly dancing along to the music. The pair immediately strutting for the bar.

Remaining silent, Nefertari just observed her surroundings and ordered a, “Sex on the beach.” As typical as it sounds, it happened to be her favorite drink. Her go-to.

The alcohol cocktail contained peach schnapps, orange juice, and Vodka. The sweetness mixed with the tangy flavor, curating a perfect fruity alcoholic drink. A Sex on the Beach could never go wrong in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Tanya just ordered a simple shot of Vodka.

As Nefertari takes a sip of her glass, the attractive women began to strut further into the dim-lit club, scoping out more of the scene. Upon doing so, the pair stumbled amongst the star studded VIP section.

Nefertari finds herself pausing in her tracks to meet eyes with the one and only, John Singleton. The director of films, Boyz N The Hood and Poetic Justice. Her brown orbs held a sense of familiarity and admiration.

John Singleton happened to be accompanied by the star of one of his films, Tupac Shakur.

Her mouth instantaneously goes dry, growing stuck in place. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. It had been so long since she and John saw one another.

John’s eyes lit up, “Nefertari? That you? Girl, get over here.”

The velvet robe was let open and in came the pair, several eyes falling upon the women, including the ones that Nefertari couldn’t keep hers off of. Tupac Shakur.

He was a rap sensation. A rap sensation she’d been a fan of since his 2Pacalypse Now days. Vividly, she remembered the day of the premiere of his ‘Trapped’ video. She thought he was incredibly handsome. Also, enthralled in the fact that he’s extremely vocal about social injustices.

The famous director stands to his feet, happily embracing the young woman, “Damn. You look good, Nefertari. How you been?” He quizzes. She could feel several individuals eyeballing their interaction, knowing they’re probably wondering how the two knew of each other.

Well, to go into detail, Nefertari and John met at Eddie Murphy’s mansion in 1991. Eddie Murphy was throwing a party which was filled with actors, musicians, comedians, you name it. It was a truly star-studded event.

The young woman accompanied LL Cool J as his date and nothing else short or more than that. Apparently, that night, she caught the eye of John. It was quite funny because he thought LL and Nefertari were dating, deciding to back off after approaching to ask for her number when she was finally by her lonesome.

But, the rapper gave him the green light, “Nah, man. It ain’t even like that. She just the homie. Do you.” It was the absolute truth.

They were really just friends.

That night, she and John exchanged numbers and remained in touch for almost a year. The two would talk on the phone for hours on end, laughing and at times he would tell her his deepest secrets. That she held close to her heart. She wouldn’t tell a soul because it was some things he spoke out of comfort in her.

They hung out occasionally whenever neither of two weren’t busy. Either getting dinner, going to see a movie or just walking around a park while indulging in deep meaningful conversations. What they had was special in Nefertari’s eyes, though, that’s as far as their relationship had gotten. It was more of a friendship in her perspective, a very close friendship and bond that she cherished.

One day, Nefertari found herself changing her number due to an obsessive boyfriend she was running away from. So, in result, the two lost touch.

Being from North Carolina and moving to Los Angeles was a hell of a transition, both physically and mentally. It was quite difficult trying to adapt into a complete different state that was fast-paced. Quick to move on to the next.

During her time of residing in Los Angeles, she’s met a plethora amount of all kinds of people. Some were trying to become famous, some were trying to remain famous, while some were already famous.

Nefertari met a lot of powerful individuals along the way. Most of those individuals hold the key to the ins and outs of this industry. As long as she’s lived here, she held a lot of secrets. Secrets that could ruin careers, lives, and break up happy homes.

Hollywood could make you jaded. She didn’t understand how she, herself, was still in this town.

Sending a dazzling smile, showcasing her pearly whites, “I’ve been great. How are you? It’s been a minute, huh?” She suppressed her feelings. A habit she’d picked up after being in Hollywood for so long.

When she and John lost touch, it saddened her incredibly. She enjoyed their long conversations, his corny jokes and occasional unwanted film directing advice. But overall, he was one of the few people that understood her.

“Also, this is my friend, Tanya. She’s in town visiting me for the weekend.” Upon introducing her friend, she watches John embrace Tanya as well.

“So, where you been all this time? It’s like you disappeared on me.”

“Well..” Nefertari began to explain and their full-fledged conversation started from there. They were back like they never left, catching up like old times.

“Wait a minute. I haven’t introduced you two. Hey, Tupac…” With a swift motion of his hand, he motioned for the rapper to come closer. He was adamant on the two meeting. Eventually, their eyes met and it instantly sent shivers down her spine.

He was eye-catching, for sure.

His presence was demanding and almost made her nervous. It wouldn’t be long before she’d break a sweat, gulping silently. She took in his physical appearance, both of them showcasing their pearly whites.

His shaved, bald head was clean. Also, adorned with a black and white bandana. The diamond of his nose ring shined ever so brightly. He was dressed in a black and white baggy outfit as well as a pair of matching white sneakers.

He exuded confidence and self-assurance yet humbleness, she liked that in a man.

“Tupac, this is my good friend, Nefertari Zain. Nefertari, I’m sure you know who this is, Tupac.” He introduced the two, a grin amongst his lips.

The rapper stuck his hand outward and the beauty sat her palm against his, not able to take their eyes off of one another. “Pleasure to meet you, Nefertari.” He puts emphasis on her name with a smirk, irises analyzing her frame closely, enjoying the view. His soft, plump lips meeting the back of her hand.

“You too, Tupac.”

Nefertari couldn’t deny. She was extremely flattered.

It was apparent that they both liked what they saw. Nothing else or anyone else in that room mattered. And from that moment on, something ignited between them.

They would exchange numbers that exact night, flirting endlessly.

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For months on end, they remained in contact and would talk on the phone for hours. They became close friends whom hung out whenever they could and had amazing times together. Equally, the pair enjoyed one another’s company.

They’d gotten so close that he introduced her to his family. Almost every studio session, she was there and observing how he worked. She watched him write, effortlessly freestyle, there was no denying his talent.

She’s dated several talents within the industry and honestly every single one of them inspired her. A very few held a special place in her heart, some were just there to get over the last. Tupac was already in that category of an individual that squeezed into her heart with his charisma and outspoken, blunt nature.

Which explains why the rapper decided to invite her out to his six-bedroom home in Atlanta. He paid every expense it took for her safe arrival, including a charming driver by the name of Antonio.

Comfortably, they laid in Tupac’s king-size bed. Fully clothed, considering neither of them participating in any activities that included them being naked. Instead the pair engaged in a conversation.

That was their relationship in a nutshell. Sex wasn’t a priority.

It was clear that neither of them cared or was thinking about sex in the heat of the moment. They shared a blunt and Nefertari sat quietly, listening to him rant about his legal troubles. She didn’t care about what they did nor talked about as long as they were breathing the same air, she would be fine.

It was no secret that Tupac ran into the law several times. In fact, he had cases on top of cases. He was a troublemaker but it wasn’t intentional.

Moments of being around him, watching how he interacted with family, friends and his fans. He isn’t entirely what the media portrayed him to be. He wasn’t violent for no reason. But he could get quite rowdy when you pushed his buttons.

From what she’s observed, you did not want to get on his bad side.

“What you thinking about?” His doe, brown expressive orbs pierced into hers. Their eye contact was often passionate, finding themselves staring into one another’s soul.

Twiddling with his dark brown vest, she smiles softly, “Just listening to you. That’s all.” Nefertari’s head laid onto his chest, his heart beating playing in her eardrums, her right leg on top of his comfortably.

This was what they did whenever they were alone, lay up. They also would play card games, video games, smoke good weed— whatever they were in the mood for. Tupac never pushed himself on her and for that, she’s grateful.

But at times, honestly, she wished he would because she would tear him apart. Plus, she wasn’t that bold enough to initiate anything.

His large hands caressed her clothed back, admiring her facial features as she admired his. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” One of his hands reaching to grip her chin to lift her face upward toward his, his red dilated eyes squinting slightly while blowing the smoke from between his lips and unintentionally entering her nostrils.

She began to blush uncontrollably, their noses only a few inches apart due to how close he’d gently forced her. The constant compliments would leave her blushing, making her melt internally and Tupac knew that. He was such a tease.

She loved the rush of being in his presence. There was never a dull moment with him especially when she’s riding shotgun in his Mercedes Benz while he drives like a bat out of hell.

He was also a gentleman. Something the media never seemed to want to showcase.

Often, they focused on the negative; Him shooting two cops, starting a brawl with the Hughes Brothers, supposedly taking advantage of a woman, etcetera. Nefertari was able to witness his good side, his soft side.

“Fuck the world!” She noticed he would often say aloud and she found herself screaming it as well especially when her friends would warn her about him. They had nothing but bad things to say about the rapper. Clearly, she didn’t care what they’d say.

She defended him with everything in her and would shout, “Fuck the world!” as Tupac would.

His ways were rubbing off on her and she loved it.

“I ain’t gon’ lie. I’m falling for you like a mothafucka.” He speaks truthfully, finger tracing up and down her arm. “I think I love you.”

“I’m growing to love you too, Tupac.” Neither of them moved a muscle, never breaking eye contact either. “What should we… do now?” She began, tension brewing over between the pair. “Should we act upon these feelings or just, let them be feelings.”

A heavy sigh passes his lips and instantaneously he looks away, Nefertari knew that he was bound to say something she wouldn’t like. “I have to let you know… there are other women.” She had no choice but to respect his honesty, remaining calm.

Her best attempt of maintaining her nonchalance seemed to be working. Though, in the inside, she was fuming with jealousy. The thought of him wrapped in another woman’s arms pissed her off to a great degree. Then again, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into.

But no matter what, she would always be there for him. No matter how many women he slept with. They weren’t her. They could never be.

“I don’t want to lead you on. I don’t even want you to think I’m leading you on. I truly enjoy your company and I would like to continue this thing we got going on. You aight with that?”

Truthfully, Nefertari had no choice but to be. The relationship the two shared meant a lot to her and she didn’t want him out of her life. He’d just stepped in four months ago.

Nodding, a light grin amongst her two toned lips, “Yeah. It’s cool.” No. It wasn’t. The grin was placed to cover up the frown she fought and won against.

His unreadable eyes searched hers as if he was looking for something in particular, though, he remained silent. Eventually, he connects their lips. “Beautiful.” He speaks in between the loving kiss they shared.

That’s all there was… a kiss. A passionate, soul-snatching kiss.

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Overtime, Tupac had been filming another film, Above The Rim. But shortly after that began, she began to see less of him. Though, still they would speak on the phone every once in a while. But those phone calls became once every blue moon. With the amount of court dates, interviews, filming, he had a lot on his plate.

There would be times he wouldn’t answer her calls nor her pages. It was a clear indication he didn’t want to be bothered, so, she let him be.

Nefertari wasn’t sweating it though. She was busy as well, finding more work as a model and a video girl. During their hiatus, she was able to get more work done.

There she was at a fashion show on January 24th of 1994. The young woman was getting prepared to walk the runway for Calvin Klein, having her makeup and hair done. Her eyeballs peered onto the mirror, remaining silent, in deep thought as she observed both the beauticians work.

Suddenly, her phone would rang. Without a hesitation, she reaches for her Motorola Piper Cellphone that sat on the bright white-painted vanity. Answering in her soft tone, “Hello?” She awaits for the unknown person to speak on the other end, given the fact that she hadn’t even looked at the caller ID.

“Nef, how you doing, baby?”

She knew that voice by heart. Then, her heart actually began to race. After all this time, he finally gave her a call. But she wasn’t complaining. As long as she heard his voice, she was fine. The fashion show no longer mattered.

She was willing to drop everything to go see him where ever. Didn’t matter the hotel nor the distance. All he had to do was name it and she’d be there.

“I—I’m great. It’s been so long. How have you been? Filming going great so far?” She found herself stuttering, eyes fluttering and immediately smiling genuinely. Something she hadn’t done in a while.

“Yeah. We just wrapped that shit up like two months ago. What you doing right now?”

“I’m in glam, preparing for a fashion show.” As stated before, she would drop everything to see him. “Did you have any thing in mind, or…?”

A sharp silence meets her eardrums and her eyebrows furrowing together, remaining silent as well. She was awaiting a response, wanting to hear him say, “Come see me.”

But instead, he says, “I want to apologize.”

“For what?” Her inquiry passes her lips instantly.

“Doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t do…” He began. “I lead you on. I knew that you fell for me— shit— I fell for you too.” Shuffling is heard on her end, indicating that he was shaking his head. “Like I told you before, you are not the only woman. That and I got a lot of baggage. It’s too much shit going on in my life for me to ever take a woman like you serious.” The rapper pauses, a heavy sigh escaping his throat.

“The day I told you I was still seeing other women, I didn’t say anything, but I saw the hurt in your eyes. You knew all along yet you didn’t say a word because of your feelings for me. You were more than willing to put up with it… when you deserve more than me. I can’t be the man you need me to be.”

Nefertari could feel her heart breaking into two, though she maintained her composure, considering the glam team was still working on her. “What are you saying, Pac?” Desperation filling her tone.

“Although we haven’t been much on speaking terms, I was still thinking of you. I was thinking of you in court, those jail cells, when I was filming—I’ll always think of you. You’re a beautiful creature, inside and out. You don’t need a fuck up like me in your life.”

“Don’t speak about yourself that way and I don’t care about any of that stuff or the media or—” She starts, only to be interrupted.

“This ain’t about the media, Nefertari. Fuck them. This is about us. As hard as this will be, man, I love you but we gotta part ways. All I’ll do is hold you back and you don’t need that. I’m fucked up right now.” The young woman couldn’t believe her ears right now.

No-one else in that room mattered, even from the night they met at that nightclub, “I wish you would stop telling me what I need.” She protests, her voice raising but she still remembered to conduct herself in an appropriate manner. “I know exactly what I was getting myself into. You’re who you are and I can’t do anything but accept that.”

“It’s over, Nef. I’m sorry.” There was not enough protesting she could do to change his mind. He was adamant on his decision, knowing he was losing a friend and a potential lover. “I wish you nothing but the best, baby. I gotta go.”

“Guess this is goodbye, then.” She has no choice but to let him go. It’s what he wanted.

A long, emotional pregnant pause poured amongst the two. No more words were exchanged. There was nothing either of the two could do or say to make their situation better. Technically, they had been over since he stopped responding to her calls and pages, but he’d finally given her the closure she deserved. That was the least he could do.

The rapper didn’t want to leave her hanging with unanswered questions, wondering why he’d disappeared on her. It was better to be honest than to avoid her like he planned to do initially.

The moment he ended the call was the moment he ended their relationship. There was no more Nefertari and Tupac.

Meanwhile, Nefertari’s stared into the mirror of the vanity in pure silence. A sense of derealization sneaking amongst her saddened being but she disguises it, holding her head high so the makeup artist could continue to work on her canvas.

Seven months and out of those seven months, they weren’t on speaking terms for two months. As naive as this may sound, Nefertari thought they were building something; a relationship. Just for that building to come crumbling down when Tupac told her, “It’s over.” Those two simple words ended it all.

Though, in the midst of her pain, the two words she could think of is could’ve been. They could’ve been, in different circumstances and in an alternate life.

Maybe another lifetime.

#black love #tupac shakur #black men #black women #romance #90s #eva apio

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juuuuunaaaaaooooo · 1 month

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Bring it on for the wip game pls

Ahahaha I WAS SURE IT WAS THE ONE WHO INTRIGUED YOU!!!! Because I know (I'm sure), you know, what this is about^^

Rio arrived at his new school, headphones around his neck, cassette player in his pocket. He was going to start the day with chemistry, not his favorite subject, but at least they could do some fun experiments.

After a very short presentation, he moved to the only empty seat in the class, and was greeted by the two village fools. Rio switched off his player, ending his rap session, and sat down.

The second idiot reiterated his buffoonery by imitating a fake cough. "Loser."

Rio had two options, ignore them or put them in their place. "Yo, guys, your sketch is outdated. In Detroit they got swag, and guns. But no goofball jokes. This sketch is dead. Sorry."

Unsurprisingly they did it a third time, thinking they were being funny, but they were just pathetic. This time Rio ignored them; he didn't feel like wasting his time on guys like that.

As he removed his headphones and stowed them in his bag, a female voice came from his right. "I think they just didn't understand a word you said."

Rio turned to look at his new neighbor and was immediately charmed by her pretty smile and big blue eyes.

"Or maybe it hasn't reached their brains yet." The girl began to laugh, and Rio found the sound very melodious. He decided to introduce himself. "Rio."

"Beth."

Rio looked at the book on Elizabeth's table; he was sure it was her full name. He wasn't the talkative type, but he was interested in making conversation with her.

"Second year Chemistry."

"Yes. Impressed?"

"Definitely."

"Really?"

"Nah."

Beth let out a laugh and pointed at his T-shirt. "'It's...?"

Rio tugged lightly at his T-shirt. "Tupac? Best rapper of all time, released his first album '2Pacalypse Now' in 1991. He's the most famous rapper in the world, but unfortunately got shot on September 7, 1996, and died as a result of his injuries on September 13, 1996."

"Wow."

Rio grinned up to his ears, but the bell rang at that moment, interrupting them. "I guess we'll be seeing each other again."

Beth stood up and smiled at him. "Chances are."

Yeah, Rio was definitely under the spell. His first day had been a really nice one.

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu <3

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Inside The Story Of Tupac’s 1993 Shootout With Off-Duty Police Officers — And How He Got Away With It

On Halloween 1993, Tupac Shakur tried to stop two white off-duty cops from harassing a African driver in Atlanta. But when one of them pulled his gun, Tupac shot first in self defense.

The son of a Black Panther, Tupac Shakur promoted self-defense in the face of societal racism, particularly against police brutality. And in the early 1990s, he was a common sight at the Compton Gun Range, where he and friends would pass the time and target practice.

Then, early in the morning of Oct. 31, 1993, he shot three times at two white men who pulled a gun on him outside his hotel in Atlanta, Georgia — not knowing they were off-duty cops. Police arrested him the next morning and charged him with two counts of aggravated assault.

While two versions of the story persist, investigators found Shakur’s most credible. The 22-year-old had just performed at Clark Atlanta University when a street altercation turned violent. Spotting two drunk men harass a Black motorist, Shakur intervened to help — and shot in self-defense when one of the off-duty officers brandished his gun.

The incident came a mere month before Shakur was ambushed and shot five times at Quad Studios in New York. From then on, he would switch permanently into the “Thug Life” rebel who trusted no one and lived a life of paranoia. Tragically, his morbid fears were proven right when he was mysteriously murdered in Las Vegas in 1996.

How Tupac Wound Up In A Shootout With Off-Duty Police Officers

Born Lesane Parish Crooks on June 16, 1971, in New York City, he was renamed Tupac Amaru Shakur after an Incan revolutionary killed by Conquistadors and “Shakur” after his stepfather. His mother, Afeni Shakur, was a Black Panther and raised him in the party’s revolutionary spirit. But he also attended art school, where he studied poetry and ballet.

And while his mother had been a forceful activist who stood trial against bombing charges, Shakur used music as his call to action. By the time of Shakur’s violent police confrontation in 1993, he had already found rap success with his 1991 debut album 2Pacalypse Now and 1993 follow-up, Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z….

On Oct. 30, 1993, Tupac performed at Clark Atlanta University. And in the early hours of Halloween, he and his caravan of cars were heading back to the Sheridan Hotel to celebrate the show, with Tupac in the front car. But when they arrived, they saw two white men beating a African driver in the middle of the road, blocking the hotel entrance.

Meanwhile, Clayton County officer Mark Whitwell, 33, and his brother, Henry County officer Scott Whitwell, 32, and their two wives had just finished celebrating Scott’s wife passing the bar exam at the hotel. When they left and began to cross the street, they said they were nearly struck by an unrelated driver when an argument began.

This altercation is what Tupac and his crew drove into.

“It looked like a fight. And as we got closer we seen it was two white guys jumping a Black dude,” said rapper E.D.I. Mean, who was in one of the rear cars. “And immediately Pac just jumped out of the car.”

When Tupac jumped out, everyone in the caravan followed. And then, according to Atlanta Police Department Captain Herb Carson, “One of the officers pointed a gun toward the group.” Later, during the hearing, Mark admitted that it was him.

Dressed in plain clothes, the Whitwell brothers were not immediately recognizable as police officers. Whether they identified themselves as such before brandishing a firearm has remained unclear. But what happened next isn’t.

The Whitwells were visibly intoxicated, and Shakur responded to the drawn gun by pulling out his own. Then, Mark Whitwell smashed Tupac’s car window with the butt of his pistol and Tupac fired three shots from his 9mm Glock. Two of the bullets hit the Whitwells — Mark was shot in the abdomen and his brother in the buttocks.

Why The Charges Against Tupac Were Dropped

Police arrested Tupac a few hours later at his hotel and charged him with two counts of aggravated assault. Treated for their wounds, the Whitwells were released from Grady Hospital the following morning when Shakur pleaded not guilty and was released on a $55,059 bond.

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