it's hard to tell where people are from here on the bboard, as most of
us are either on aol (uh, anywhere...) or are writing from the account
that we got at the school we're currently attending. for example, while
i'm from the la area (orange county) i'm attending carnegie mellon
university in pittsburgh, and that's all you can tell about where i'm
from, by reading my e.mail address. anyway, what's my point? well,
mostly that i think that tupac's death was not as simple as it seems on
the surface.
i don't know what the real deal was, but i don't think he was just
gunned down in vegas for a blood-crip dispute, as the beat down that he
(and his death row boys) served up earlier in the evening would suggest.
i don't know whether it was that he wanted it himself (an interesting
idea), or that suge just didn't like him, and wanted him dead himself.
but i would really bet that it was one of the two.
now that i've heard people posting about the whole "it's in his songs"
and machiavelli thing, the suicide theory seems possible to me. but the
first thing i thought, when i heard he was dead and the east didn't seem
to be involved, was that death row had to be up in it.
there's a way that you look when you're with your 'crew', that is, your
tight crew. this applies everywhere, but i know it from the los angeles
perspective, and i have to say that tupac never inpsired its presence
when he was around his new 'boys' at death row. even thinking about
trading sets (could cover as little as a block, or less) is enough to
get your ass capped, and this kid decides he's going to trade coasts,
not once, not twice, but three times.
when i came across tupac in the bay area scene, and then found out that
he was really from new york, and later baltimore, i thought 'fine, he
wants this to be his style, that fine with me, just pull it off' and he
did alright, but then when he switched back to the east, i wondered how
that would go... would they take him back? and shyt like that. but
again, it seemed fine at first. then he goes fukking with the wrong
people (we all know the story by now) and getting shot, and i thought
that was it for sure. i figured they didn't get him the first time, so
they'd be sure to get him for real in a couple of weeks. but that didn't
happen, and jail swallowed him up for a time.
then i start hearing all this 'tupac signs with death row' shyt, and i'm
like 'what? kid's dead damn soon. peace.' the worst part about it is
that he wasn't even returning to the west that he used to be a part of.
he's coming down south this time, where he's got no real props, and he
wants to be the hardest motherfukker ever. he studies drama as a shorty,
and now he wants to bring it? i thought he was going to get straight
capped right there in the city. this summer i worked as a flyer guy for
a store on melrose avenue, and saw tupac, snoop, dre and rodman a number
of times. tupac would roll down the avenue with one of his boys in a
plush-ass black convertible rolls royce, and eat at this cajun joint (da
juke joint) next to spike lee's store. heck, once tupac even brought us
lunch (he was sweating this girl that worked at the store i was working
at, and after he took her to the juke joint, he brought us the
leftovers. yeah, thanks tupac.). the thing is, i never saw him get the
acceptance from the death row camp that would have told me that he was
going to be alive much longer. just look at the way snoop looks whenever
he's around tupac. check out the gangsta party video (if you can stand
it) and the two of america's most wanted joint. snoop is constantly
looking like 'yo tupac, i want to shoot you so bad my dikk is hard'. i
dunno, i wouldn't be surprised if snoop told suge, 'ay, yo, off this
wack-ass muthafukka, he bugs the fukk out of me.'
