G.O.A.T Squad Spokesman
Logic Is Absent Wherever Hate Is Present
this has got to be the dumbest shyt i read this entire decade
Break it down.
Faith Evans chapter about Tupac in her book is hilarious
- Thread starter Bugsmoran
- Start date
Break it down.
Hardest Since MC Ren
Kizz My Black Azz
Puff didnt need to clear anything my dude..it wasnt a vocal sample..
They flew out there to sing a few lines they had written
A Label cant stop you getting paid from a collabo..they may ask for some of the money though..if they shady like that
Worst she coulda done was break bread with Puff after receiving that check
G.O.A.T Squad Spokesman
Logic Is Absent Wherever Hate Is Present
She talks about having to get clearance for the song in this clip right here
No record label is gonna pay an artist until that artist gets cleared by their label. If Murder Inc got Olivia on a feature they would've had to go to 50 cent to get it cleared. Sure they could've paid her but what record label would pay an artist for material they can't use on a record? G-Unit would simply issue a cease and desist letter to Murder Inc and they would have to pull the vocal from the album. So no they can't stop an artist from working with somebody but they can stop the artist from being on the album and what label would pay somebody 25k for a vocal they can't use at all for sale? They can't even put the vocal on a single unless it's cleared.
Last edited by a moderator:
@ Keisha Cole knowing Pac personally.
I wonder if that had anything to do with her singing on "Playa Cards Right" on that Pac Life album.
I know she recorded her vocals for track in the 2000s though.
Pac probably smashed too
Either way, song was dope
2Pac / Keyshia Cole playa cardz right female - YouTube
It makes sense. Devante was working with a young Keyshia at the time & he was hanging with the deathrow camp
I remember that. "Let's Chill" was about Salli Richardson
all these years and u still don't know about Badboy contracts lol?And I don't know if that's true....I mean they can't stop you from doin the collab but I know a couple instances where labels refused to clear averse...T.I's Stomp verse comes to mind when Luda wouldn't change his verse....and if u know a label ain't gon clear the verse why the hell would u pay for it?
CapFromMCU
Pro
this sh!t got me in tears man.. the mental picture of 2pac during that whole hotel thing is hilarious.
"f*ck outta here, f*ckin b!tch, you know you wanna suck my d!kk *sinister grin*
"
basically
"f*ck outta here, f*ckin b!tch, you know you wanna suck my d!kk *sinister grin*
"basically
"So you wanna suck my dikk before or after you get the check?" 
Black smoke and cac jokes
Your daps are mine
And I don't know if that's true....I mean they can't stop you from doin the collab but I know a couple instances where labels refused to clear averse...T.I's Stomp verse comes to mind when Luda wouldn't change his verse....and if u know a label ain't gon clear the verse why the hell would u pay for it?
Don't rewrite history, T.I. didn't clear because he wanted to rewrite his verse, not take Luda's off/change his.
up in here
Superstar
this wasn't the first time they met.
cause that was biggie wife. i mean really son.
I had no idea that 2 pac had signed to Death Row after he was released from prison. I hadnt yet heard that Suge KNight had bailed him out of prison. If i had known that Suge Knight had anything whatsoever to do with 2 pac and hiring me as a vocalist, I would never in a million years have agreed to it.
It was Suge Knight, not 2 pac, who had the rep at this time. Years ago, Id heard that he roughed up Andre Harrell during his tenure at Uptown, Id also heard something about Suge making some guys drink urine. And there was a rumor about him shaking down Vanilla Ice.
One thing i did know was that he didnt like Puff one bit. I knew Suge was someone i didnt want to do business with.
I went from concerned to cautious to downright petrified. We walked into the main room of the studio and i saw several Death Row artist, including Kurupt and his pregnant girlfriend.
In my mind I was screaming I Dont Belong Here! But i had to remain calm. I hated the fact that i hadnt driven in my own car. I was stuck there and didnt have the guts to scrap the whole plan and call someone to pick me up. I just stayed focused on the plan. I was going to sing my song, collect my twenty five grand and be out of there.
I got a Budweiser and Tupac rolled a blunt. I chilled out, waiting for the session to begin. Before long. Suge Knight came in and made a beeline to where I was sitting.
"Its nice to meet you Faith" he said with a smile.
I smiled back and shook his hand.
"Ive heard alot of nice things about you" he said.
I just smiled and nodded.
In that moment. I just wanted to sing the song and leave. I waited for hours as Tupac finished up other songs. I moved around the studio, trying to be sociable. But inside, I felt very self conscious. Everyone there was from LA and on Death Row and here i am, from the East Coast, and artist signed to Bad Boy? I know people must have been looking at me like i was crazy, considering how Suge felt about Puffy at the time.
Three hours passed before Tupac finally called me into the studio. It was crammed with people. I asked him to roll me a blunt and smoked it just to get over the nervousness.
Im suprised i didnt just implode right there in the vocal booth. But i didnt. Somehow, I held it together and sang the one or two lines they wanted me to do. In less than an hour, I was done. A few hours later, Tupac was done with his session, and he led me to a waiting limo in the parking lot.
"where's my check?" I asked.
"my manager is bringing it to my hotel right now" he said. "I can bring it to you later on this evening. Or we can swing by there right now and pick it up"
I had alot of experience with people saying they was gonna bring money by at some time later. I wasnt having that. I wanted my check immediately. I agreed to ride with him to the Peninsula Hotel where he was staying.
And of course when we got there. no manager was in sight. There were two dudes in Pac's room smoking, drinking, and listening to music. After an hour of waiting for the manager. I was ready to leave.
"I'll just come back and get the check tomorrow" I said.
"Nah just wait a minute. He's on his way" Tupac said.
His two friends left. We were now in his hotel room__alone.
As soon as the door closed behind his friends, Tupac turned to me. His face was completely different. His teeth were clenched, his nostrils were flared, and his eyes were narrow.
"You know, I love New York" he said. "But I'm not fukking with New York right now"
The air in the room seemed to get really thick all of a sudden. His demeanor had changed so quickly that i was truly afraid.
"Really?" i asked. "why is that?"
"Cause n1ggas set me up that night. You know that right?"
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He was staring at me like he thought I was the one who set him up.
"You dont really believe that bullsh1t" I said.
"Im telling you... n1ggas set me up" he said in a low voice.
"Look Pac I just need to get my check and then i have to go"
'The situation with the money is like this, he said. If I give it to you, then you my b1tch.
Your what, I said. I felt a chill go up my back.
"You heard me. You gotta be my b1tch."
I got up and moved farther away from where he was standing.
"Im not anybodys b1tch," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"You Biggies b1tch."
I thought about how people always got sh1t wrong. He was probably thinking about the song "Me and my B1tch" And i wasnt with Big when he made that record.
"Im his wife"
"I thought yall broke up?" he aked.
"We still married"
"Whatever"
"Look, I said. "You hired me to do a song, I did it, I want my money and thats it"
"Oh word its like that? You just want your money?"
"You told me it wouldnt be a problem. The only reason why i came up here is because you said..."
"So you not trying to suck my d1ck?
"What!" I screamed. "What are you talking about?"
Tupac raised his voice. "You know you want to suck my d1ck, b1tch! Dont fukking lie."
I burst into tears and grabbed my purse. I have to get outta here.
Tupac kept going. He was making no sense, cursing and yelling. He said something about Big and the East Coast.
"But... but... I thought yall were friends," I said. At this point, I could barely speak clearly because I was crying so hard.
"Whatever. You know you wanna be my b1tch" he said, before going into the bedroom area and slamming the door.
As soon as i got my things together to leave. Tupac came back out to the common area.
"Where the fukk you going?" he asked.
"I dont know what you thought... I really dont but its not like that"
Tupac just nodded slowly, staring at me intently. He wasnt ranting and screaming anymore. But he had this very sinister smile on his face. I kept looking around the room because i felt like something was about to happen to me. I wasnt sure if those guys were coming back or what. But something was wrong.
"It's not like that?" he kept saying over and over and nodding.
"Well aight then, fukking b1tch. You want to leave? Tell the driver to take you home. The limo is still out there. Get The Fukk Out"
I dashed down to the lobby and called my friend Toni
u should post the song in the original post to add to the ether
Last edited by a moderator:
Poppa_Dock
:gladlebron:
he aint even get brolic just ranted and slammed doors like a female
