Trevor was a real person in the rape case, not Jimmy.
VLAD Interviews Ayanna Jackson, the Lady Who Accussed 2pac of Rape in 1994 (PART 1, 2 & 3 in O.P.)
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Yup!Jimmy wasn’t there breh ..Trevor is Rick. She said it was a tall dark cat.
he was the one who loved anal sex, and probably sodomized her
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She told her side to vibe in 1995:
"I am the young woman that was sexually assaulted by Tupac and his
thugs. I've read Kevin Powell's interview with Tupac, in which I was
misrepresented. Up until this point I have only told my story under oath
in court; nobody has heard my story, only his side, which is much
different than what Tupac stated is the true story.
A friend of mine took me to NElls, where he introduced me to
Nigel and Trevor, who later introduced me to their friend Tupac. When I
first met Tupac, he kissed me on my cheek and made small talk with me.
After a while, I excused myself and started to walk to the dance floor.
WHen I felt someone slide their hands into the back pocket of my jeans, I
turned around, assuming it was my friend, but I was shocked when I
discoverd it was Tupac. We danced for a while, and he touched my face adn
his body brushed mine. Due to the small dance floor and the large number
of people, we were shoved into a dark corner. Tupac pulled up his shirt,
took my hand, traced it down his chest, and sat it on top of his erect
penis. He then kissed meand pushed my head down on his penis, and in a
brief three second encounter, my lips touched the head of his penis. This
happened so suddenly that once I realized what he was trying to do, I
swiftly bought my head up. I must reiterate that I did not suck his penis
on the dance floor. He pulled his shirt back down and asked me waht I was
doing later. I told him that I was going home because I had to go to work
that day. Then, as people started surrounding him again, he grabbed my
arm and said, "Let's get out of here, I'm tired of people stressing me."
We exited Nell's, got into a white BMW, pulled up at the Parder Meridien,
and went to his suite. We conversed, and he rolled up some blunts. We
started kissing, and then we had oral and vaginal sexual intercourse
several times. He called my house a couple nights later and gave me his
SkyPager number and told me he wanted to see me tomorrow. That evening
after work, I paged him, and his road manager called me back and informed
me thatPac really wanted to see me but he had a show to do in Jersey, so
I should call a car service and take it to the Meridien and he would pay
for the cab. Once I got to the hotel I met Charles Fuller for the first
time; he paid for the cab and led me upstairs. Inside the suite,Tupac,
Nigel, and Trevor were seated in the living room, smoking weed and
drinking Absolut.
Tupac told me to come in and pointed to the arm chair near him,
and I sat down. After about 20 minutes, Tupac took my hand and led me
into a bedroom in the suite. He fell onto the bed and asked me to give
him a message. So I massaged his back, he turned around, and I started
massaging his chest.
Just as we began kissing, the door opened and I heard people
entering. As I started to turn to see who it was, Tupac grabbed my head
and told me, "Don't move." I looked down at him and he said "Don't worry
, baby, these are my brothers adn they ain't going to hurt you. We do
everything together." I started to shake my head, "No, no, Pac, I came
here to see you. I don't want to do this." I started to rise up off the
bed but he brutally slammed my head down. My lips and face came
crashing down hard onto his penis, he squeezed the back of my neck, and I
started to gag. Tupac and Nigel held me down while Trevor forced his
penis into my mouth. I felt hands tearing my shoes off, ripping my
stocking and panties off. I couldn't mov; I felt paralyzed, trapped, and
started to black out. THey leered at my body. "This bytch got a fat ass,
she's fine." While they laughed and joked to one another, Nigel, Trevor,
and Fuller held me in the room, trying to calm me down. THey would not
allow me to leave.
Finally I got to the elavators, which had a panel of mirrors.
Once I caught a sight of myself, I sank down on the floor and started to
cry. THey came out, picked me up, and brought me back into the suite.
Tupac was lying on the couch. In my mind I'm thinking "This motherfukker
jsut raped me, and he's lying up here like a king acting as if nothing
happened." So I began crying hysterically and shouting,"How could you do
this to me? I came here to see you. I can't believe you did this to me."
Tupac replied,"I don't have time for this shyt. Get this bytch out of here."
The aforementioned is the true story. It was not a setup, and I
never knew any of the thugs he was hanging with. Tupac knows exactly what
he did to me. I admit I did not make the wisest decisions, but I did not
deserve to be gang-raped.
The above was taken from the Vibe June/July 1995 issue.
"I am the young woman that was sexually assaulted by Tupac and his
thugs. I've read Kevin Powell's interview with Tupac, in which I was
misrepresented. Up until this point I have only told my story under oath
in court; nobody has heard my story, only his side, which is much
different than what Tupac stated is the true story.
A friend of mine took me to NElls, where he introduced me to
Nigel and Trevor, who later introduced me to their friend Tupac. When I
first met Tupac, he kissed me on my cheek and made small talk with me.
After a while, I excused myself and started to walk to the dance floor.
WHen I felt someone slide their hands into the back pocket of my jeans, I
turned around, assuming it was my friend, but I was shocked when I
discoverd it was Tupac. We danced for a while, and he touched my face adn
his body brushed mine. Due to the small dance floor and the large number
of people, we were shoved into a dark corner. Tupac pulled up his shirt,
took my hand, traced it down his chest, and sat it on top of his erect
penis. He then kissed meand pushed my head down on his penis, and in a
brief three second encounter, my lips touched the head of his penis. This
happened so suddenly that once I realized what he was trying to do, I
swiftly bought my head up. I must reiterate that I did not suck his penis
on the dance floor. He pulled his shirt back down and asked me waht I was
doing later. I told him that I was going home because I had to go to work
that day. Then, as people started surrounding him again, he grabbed my
arm and said, "Let's get out of here, I'm tired of people stressing me."
We exited Nell's, got into a white BMW, pulled up at the Parder Meridien,
and went to his suite. We conversed, and he rolled up some blunts. We
started kissing, and then we had oral and vaginal sexual intercourse
several times. He called my house a couple nights later and gave me his
SkyPager number and told me he wanted to see me tomorrow. That evening
after work, I paged him, and his road manager called me back and informed
me thatPac really wanted to see me but he had a show to do in Jersey, so
I should call a car service and take it to the Meridien and he would pay
for the cab. Once I got to the hotel I met Charles Fuller for the first
time; he paid for the cab and led me upstairs. Inside the suite,Tupac,
Nigel, and Trevor were seated in the living room, smoking weed and
drinking Absolut.
Tupac told me to come in and pointed to the arm chair near him,
and I sat down. After about 20 minutes, Tupac took my hand and led me
into a bedroom in the suite. He fell onto the bed and asked me to give
him a message. So I massaged his back, he turned around, and I started
massaging his chest.
Just as we began kissing, the door opened and I heard people
entering. As I started to turn to see who it was, Tupac grabbed my head
and told me, "Don't move." I looked down at him and he said "Don't worry
, baby, these are my brothers adn they ain't going to hurt you. We do
everything together." I started to shake my head, "No, no, Pac, I came
here to see you. I don't want to do this." I started to rise up off the
bed but he brutally slammed my head down. My lips and face came
crashing down hard onto his penis, he squeezed the back of my neck, and I
started to gag. Tupac and Nigel held me down while Trevor forced his
penis into my mouth. I felt hands tearing my shoes off, ripping my
stocking and panties off. I couldn't mov; I felt paralyzed, trapped, and
started to black out. THey leered at my body. "This bytch got a fat ass,
she's fine." While they laughed and joked to one another, Nigel, Trevor,
and Fuller held me in the room, trying to calm me down. THey would not
allow me to leave.
Finally I got to the elavators, which had a panel of mirrors.
Once I caught a sight of myself, I sank down on the floor and started to
cry. THey came out, picked me up, and brought me back into the suite.
Tupac was lying on the couch. In my mind I'm thinking "This motherfukker
jsut raped me, and he's lying up here like a king acting as if nothing
happened." So I began crying hysterically and shouting,"How could you do
this to me? I came here to see you. I can't believe you did this to me."
Tupac replied,"I don't have time for this shyt. Get this bytch out of here."
The aforementioned is the true story. It was not a setup, and I
never knew any of the thugs he was hanging with. Tupac knows exactly what
he did to me. I admit I did not make the wisest decisions, but I did not
deserve to be gang-raped.
The above was taken from the Vibe June/July 1995 issue.
I read the original interview pac did on the case for vibe, and he said that, he was saying how real freaky they were.where'd y'all get this from?
besides, sodomy isn't just anal from what I've read.
Did she say anything about this in part 2 of the Vlad interview?
Here is the article, but its mixed up format wise, and pac talking about her massaging him is left out, or I don't see it:
Long Ass 2pac Interview, interesting....
"Jack was spending the night in my room all these nights. When he found out
she sucked my **** on the floor and we had sex, he and Rick were livid.
Rick is a big freak, he was going crazy. He¹s Jamaican. He would just
start stuttering and ****. ³So what¹d you do?² All he kept asking me was,
³Did you **** in the ass? You d-did, did you **** in the ass?² He was
listening to every single detail of what happened that night. I thought
this is just some guy ****, it¹s all good."
"I thought she meant she was going to get some ******s after me. And Jack
goes, ³Don¹t worry about it, Pac, don¹t worry. I¹ll handle it. She just
tripping.² I¹m asking him what happened. And he was like, ³We just in
there Š too many ******s and, you know, Rick was getting crazy."
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CanesMiamiLakers
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At the end of the day pac probably did that shyt 
this is the post of the year thus far
shyt is really sad, sick and pathetic at the capping done on here
I guess these nikkaz ain’t got daughters, sisters, mothers, grandmothers or female family members etc.
with that said ayanna comes off terrible weather she just not articulate, was very nervous or not the brightest
She probably be better off not even doing this interview in the long run
and at the end of the day her story & his story is the same story
just dunno what dudes on here are arguing about
CanesMiamiLakers
All Star
She feels like she was there for pac and pac encouraged the train to happen
He did get charges, but he had a separate case, only man-man(Charles Fuller) got charged with tupac, but she says in this vlad interview he never raped her
Plus, i think he was an informant, so he probably got lesser charges. I think Rick got charged.
NoAt the end of the day pac probably did that shyt
1. he shot himself - dem nikkaz ain’t bust their guns
2. none of the players in the rape case had anything to do with quad
da nikka that robbed pac said the real reason jimmy hired him was do to pac screaming on jimmy earlier that day over the phone