Wait hold up, Pac made HORRIBLE decisions
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FeloniousMonk
Dont mind me..Im a azzhole
You pretty much summed up the situation..
can u show us the evidence then ...... educate us
i aint gonna believe a nygga just saying it
regular street nyggas do this too
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
First it was Pac's fault for not helping Sam Sneed from not getting beaten up by Pirus, and now it's his fault (and not the actual rapists) that a slut got raped 
Then nikkas are saying Pac "signed his life away to suge" (
narrative, it was a 3 album deal)
Then Pac wasnt "street smart" somehow
Then nikkas are saying Pac "signed his life away to suge" (
narrative, it was a 3 album deal) Then Pac wasnt "street smart" somehow
KravenMorehead™
Barrel Brothers.®
Sounds like a setup. Especially with that hatian jack thread awhile back
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
yes she did. She's from the same area as them (BK) how else you think Pac met that slut?proof? yall could be a 100% right
can we see where yall getting this from?
FeloniousMonk
Dont mind me..Im a azzhole
We not talking about regular street niccas...and now you are all over the place...
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
"On November 14, 1993, Jacques Agnant and Tupac went to Nell's, the downtown New York club. A friend of Agnant's, identified only as "Tim," introduced Tupac to a nineteen-year-old woman named Ayanna Jackson"
The Alleged Rape
@Frida Giezman and Pac did accept that he did make horrible decisions in regards to the rape case;
"even though I''m innocent of the charge they gave me, I''m not innocent in terms of the way I was acting....I''m just as guilty for not doing nothing as I am for doing things." He accepted blame for not having intervened on behalf of Ayanna Jackson. "I know I feel ashamed--because I wanted to be accepted and because I didn''t want no harm done to me, I didn''t say nothing."
it doesnt sound like you researched this case properly, you just wanted a plat threadher shyt sounds believable to me
Ayanna Jackson' Story
I am the young woman that was sexually assaulted by Tupac Shakur and his thugs. I've read Kevin Powell's interview with Tupac ["Ready to Live," April], 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 Nell's, where he introduced me to [the men VIBE identified as] 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 was shocked when I discovered it was Tupac. We danced for a while, and he touched my face and 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 me and 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 brought 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 what 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 Parker 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 that Pac 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 of the sofa 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 massage. 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 and they ain't going to hurt you. We do everything together." I started to shake my head, "No, no, Pac, I came here to be with you. 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 stockings and panties off. I couldn't move; I felt paralyzed, trapped, and I 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 elevators, which had a panel of mirrors. Once I caught 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 just 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.
FeloniousMonk
Dont mind me..Im a azzhole
Daam, how did I miss this..
My nicca Pac just loss street cred points with this..
When keeping it real goes wrong...
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
"Dannemora was a hellhole--he had a one-to-four year sentence, and they put him in a maximum-security prison!" one of his lawyers, Stewart Levy, says. Levy recalls that while he was visiting Tupac one day, "Tupac had a rectal search when he came in"--to the visiting area. "Then we spent six hours there in full view of the guards. Then the guards started saying ''Tupac! Tupac!'' in this falsetto voice, putting up their fingers with these plastic gloves, waving them--''It's time! It's time!'' Why a second rectal search, when he''d been sitting there in plain view with his lawyer, why, except to humiliate him?"
damn cacs
damn cacs
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
What I cited contradicts her claims. Pac met her through Jack.
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
He looked up to Jack, but when he realized he was a snake it was to lateDaam, how did I miss this..
My nicca Pac just loss street cred points with this..
When keeping it real goes wrong...
