Tupac Shakur

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Tupac Shakur (June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996) best-selling rap artist of all time. The names "Tupac Amaru" and "Shakur" mean "shining serpent" in Quechua and "thankful to God" in Arabic, respectively.

Quotes from Speeches

  • First, I wanna say 'Peace to my mother. She's not here but I gotta give a 'peace out' to her because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my mother.

second -Malcolm X Grassroots Movement, Atlanta, 1992

  • It's not going to stop until we stop it. And it's not just white man that's doing this to Brenda. It's not just white man that's keeping us trapped. It's black. And we have to find the new African in everybody... But before we can be African, we gotta be black first.

-Malcolm X Grassroots Movement, Atlanta, 1992

  • What I want you to take seriously is what we have to do for the youth.

-Malcolm X Grassroots Movement, Atlanta, 1992

  • You grew up, we grew up B.C. Before crack. That's just saying it all. You understand? You don't have parents... You have young kids, fourteen, coming home and their mama is smoking out, going to their best friend to get the product.

-Malcolm X Grassroots Movement, Atlanta, 1992

  • It's not just about you taking care of your child. It's about you taking care of these children.

-Malcolm X Grassroots Movement, Atlanta, 1992

Quotes from Interviews

  • Everybody's at war with different things… I'm at war with my own heart sometimes.

Vibe magazine interview (February 1996)

  • All good niggas, all the niggas who change the world, die in violence. They don't die in regular ways.

—'Details magazine interview (Spring 1996)

  • It's not like I idolize this one guy Machiavelli. I idolize that type of thinking where you do whatever's gonna make you achieve your goal.

Vibe magazine (September 1996)

  • This new Makaveli album I got comin' out, I'm takin' on niggas. It's like, my dopest album ever.

—'Vibe magazine (September 1996)

  • I am the future of black America.

Vibe magazine (September 1996)

  • Fuck it, I feel like I shine.

Vibe magazine (September 1996)

  • On the whole, I don't have any friends. Friends come and go; I've lost my trust factor. I believe I have people who think they're my friend. And I believe that there are people probably in their heart who are friends toward me or are friends to me. But they're not my friends, because what I learned is that fear is stronger than love.

—'Vibe magazine (June 1996)

  • It says "I really got my ass beat. I really don't like police. -Policeman questioning Tupac
  • It doesn't say that. Where are you at? Right there... oh. I didn't say that. That's not what it says. -Tupac
  • Okay. -Policeman
  • It says, 'I'm a victim for real. Everything I talk is for real. I really got my ass beat. I really don't like them... I really don't like crooked police. -Tupac

Tupac: Resurrection

  • Some people say I was a thug and a gangsta. Other people remember me as a poet and a born leader. But I'm saying to you measure a man by his actions fully, through his whole life, from the beginning to the end.
  • Remember, this country had a man named J. Edgar Hoover, whose job it was to destroy the credibility of any black man coming up.
  • My mother was pregnant with me while she was in prison. She was her own attorney, never been to law school. She was facing 300 and something odd years. One black woman, pregnant, beat the case. That just goes to show you the strength of a black woman and the strength of the oppressed.
  • When I was a little baby, I remember that one moment of calm peace, and three minutes after that, it was on.
  • But in my homeboys' high school, it's not like that. They don't have trips to go see this Broadway play, they don't read things we read. They didn't know when I was like: "Yo, Shakespeare's dope."
  • The same crime element that white people are scared of black people are scared of. While they waiting for legislation to pass, we next door to the killer. All them killers they let out, they're in that building. Just because we black, we get along with the killers? What is that? We need protection too.
  • You have to be logical. You know? If I know that in this hotel room they have food every day, and I'm knocking on the door every day to eat, and they open the door, let me see the party, let me see them throwing salami all over, I mean, just throwing food around, but they're telling me there's no food.
  • Every day, I'm standing outside trying to sing my way in:

We are hungry, please let us in We are hungry, please let us in

After about a week that song is gonna change to: We hungry, we need some food

After two, three weeks, it's like: Give me the food Or I'm breaking down the door

After a year you're just like: I'm picking the lock Coming through the door blasting

It's like, you hungry, you reached your level. We asked ten years ago. We was asking with the Panthers. We was asking with them, the Civil Rights Movement. We was asking. Those people that asked are dead and in jail. So now what do you think we're gonna do? Ask?

  • No, you don't wanna get me started. Jell-O with hair all in the mold. I'd be like, "Damn, man, how are you gonna mess up Jell-O?" Jell-O is so wholesome and family-like. It just ruins it for me. To have a hair in there, yeah. I mean, I'm like, "Come on, Bill Cosby pumps this, man!"
  • And you can't go, "There's a hair in my Jell-O. I'd like to send this back. Can I see the cook, please?" The cook is a big dude named Bubba Joe.
  • I got shot. I always felt like I'd be shot. Somebody was trying to do me some harm because a lot of people don't like me. But I didn't think it was gonna happen at that particular moment.
  • Niggers was the ones with the rope, hanging off trees; Niggas are the ones with gold ropes, hanging out at clubs.
  • Measure a man by his actions fully, through his whole life, from the beginning to the end.
  • Coming to grips with my past, it was hard. I don't feel like what I did was so evil, I just feel like the way I was living, and my mentality, was part of my progression to be a man.
  • You grow, we all grow, we're made to grow. You either evolve or disappear.
  • Keep ya head up. Do what you gotta do. And then, inside of you, I will be reborn.

Sourced Lyrics

  • The real tragedy is that there are some ignorant brothers out here. That's why I'm not on this all-White or all Black shit. I'm on this all-real or all fake shit with people, whatever color you are. Because niggaz will do you. I mean, there's some [foul] niggaz out there [in the streets]; the same niggaz that did Malcolm X, the same niggaz that did Jesus Christ- every brother ain't a brother. They will do you. So just because it's Black, don't mean it's cool. And just because it's White don't mean it's evil. (From Interview with Tupac)

—"Still I Rise"

  • I was born not to make it but I did.


  • I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself/"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
  • I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black/My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
  • Cops give a damn about a negro/pull the trigger kill a nigga, he's a hero
  • Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares/one less hungry mouth on the welfare
  • First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers/give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
  • It's time to fight back, that's what Huey said, 2 shots in the dark, now Huey's dead.
  • I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere/unless we share with each other
  • We gotta start makin' changes/learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers/and that's how it's supposed to be/How can another take a brother if he's close to me?
  • I see no changes all I see is racist faces/misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
  • We under I wonder what it takes to make this/one better place, let's erase the wasted
  • Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right/'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
  • And although it seems heaven sent/We ain't ready, to see a black President
  • It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact/the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
  • But some things will never change/try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
  • And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace/It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East/Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs/so the police can bother me
  • We gotta make a change. It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive.

—"Shorty Wanna Be a Thug"

  • I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school/You tell me its a man's world, play the rules
  • Menacin' Methodz/Label Me a Lethal Weapon/Witnessing Breathless Imperfectionz
  • Can you picture my specific plan?/to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned/Scams are plotted over grams and rocks/Outlawz, mothafuckers die by the random shots
  • We all die in the end, so revenge we swore/I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
  • Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata/Got me a dog and named him my bitch nigga eata
  • How can I show you how I feel inside/We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
  • Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone/Cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
  • Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto/We're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels
  • We came for murder, pullin' up in a herse/Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck all ya'll niggas in Swahili
  • Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back/Release me to care of my heartless strap
  • Tell me young nigga never learned a thang/Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang/Snipped a lot of flowers, but how can I cry/Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die
  • Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream/Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams
  • God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
  • Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G'/Did the best I could, raised in insanity
  • Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life/Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
  • In your wildest dreams, you couldn't picture a nigga like me!
  • I live a thug life losin' my focus, baby...I'm Troublesome

—"Troublesome '96"

  • With all this extra stressin, The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath/When will I finaly get to rest?
  • Through this supression, they punish the people that's askin questions/And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
  • The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons/Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
  • Be grateful for blessings/Don't ever change, keep your essence
  • The power is in the people and politics we address/Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
  • And when you get stranded/And things don't go the way you planned it/Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
  • Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen/If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change/It wasn't nuttin like the game/It's just me against the world

—"Me Against the World"

  • Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means/Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen
  • And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions/of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me?
  • Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain/Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind
  • I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well/I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
  • My life is in denial, and when I die, baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears
  • Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears/I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
  • My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer/to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left
  • There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest/I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace
  • And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it/I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
  • They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame/inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
  • No memories, just a misery/Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep
  • Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun/Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come
  • Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison/I'm hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take no more
  • I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in/to Heaven's door

—"Dear Mama"

  • I finally understand/for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man/You always was committed/A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
  • There's no way I can pay you back/But the plan is to show you that I understand/You are appreciated
  • I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks/It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
  • Cause when I was low you was there for me/And never left me alone because you cared for me/And I could see you comin home after work late/You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
  • Ya just workin with the scraps you was given/And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
  • And all my childhood memories/Are full of all the sweet things you did for me/And even though I act craaazy/I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
  • There are no words that can express how I feel/You never kept a secret, always stayed real/And I appreciate, how you raised me/And all the extra love that you gave me


  • Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs/For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
  • Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep/out on the streets you don't hear a peep
  • ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain/why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
  • Tear that a*s out the frame, completely get that a*s kicked/Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket
  • From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers/My homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left/I love my ni**az to death, we ain't s**t without our homeboys/.. You know what time it is/I ain't s**t without my homeboys
  • Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone/Now I'm an Outlaw ni**a, I never die alone
  • Me and my ni**az is so close, it's complicated/One ni**a smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded
  • My ni**a Edi had a son we all happy/Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
  • My ni**az cry, we all cry, and all ride/To rectify the problem, motherf**kers they all die
  • Been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense/From crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession
  • Who wanna see me at eight deep, f**k 3D/You coward a*s motherf**kers'll never see me
  • Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack/ni**az fiendin, I got em comin back
  • Until I die, they label me as a ridah/Forever, my ni**az be together


  • my alias is Boss
  • Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin/This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin
  • I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze/You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies
  • She got a body make a motherf**ker fantasize/Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes
  • Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches/I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
  • Currency motivated, not easily terminated/Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded
  • This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid

—"Ambitionz Az A Ridah"

  • This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
  • Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public/My attitude was, "Fuck it," cause motherfuckers love it
  • To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease/Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
  • you put the money in the benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
  • I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial/From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
  • Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row/Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious/Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us/But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
  • I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life/That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill/So open fire, I see you kill me witness my steel
  • Spittin at adversaries envious and after me/I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
  • Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts/I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught/Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
  • My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me/Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
  • I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years/Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
  • Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers/so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace
  • They cowards that's why they tried to set me up/Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up/But I'm back reincarnated,-=-incarcerated had the time to contemplate what way that God made it...
  • Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary/For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried
  • Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it/Revenge on them niggaz that played me
  • Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention/to my ambitions as a ridah

—"Can't C Me"

  • give me my money in stacks/and lace my bitches with dime figures/real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
  • Must see my enemies defeated/i'm catch 'em while they coked up and weeded/open fire/now them niggas bleedin'
  • they got me stressed out on Death Row/i've seen money but baby I got to gets mo'
  • u screamin' go 2pac, and I ain't stopin' till i'm well paid/bails paid/now nigga, look what hell made
  • i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high/and when i'm rollin' by/Niggas Can't C Me
  • my own momma say im thugged out/my shit be bumpin out tha record store/as if it was a drug house/my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
  • a young nigga with heart/ain't had shit to loose/pullin' my pistol on them fools/you know the rules
  • tha life of a Boss Playa/f**k what ya thought tho'/my enemies deceased/die like a bitch when my album hit tha streetz

—"All Bout U"

  • this game's like my religion
  • addicted to the fast life
  • Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out/with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz

—"Wonder Why They Call U"

  • But don't be bad and play the game/get mad and change/Then you wonda why these muthafuckas/call you names.
  • Keep your mind on your money/enroll in school/And as the years pass by/you can show them fools
  • Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open/either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'/I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch/and niggas wouldn't call you bitch
  • But now things change/cuz you don't look the same/let the ghetto get the best of you/baby, that's a shame
  • Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased/and finally be in peace.
  • See I loved you like a sista/but you died to quick/And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha.
  • Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker, keep stressen me fuckin' with a muthafucken mind. I figured you wanted to know...why we call them hoes bitches -- and maybe this might help you understand. It ain't personal; strictly business.

—"Heartz of Men"

  • Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there's gonna be some pussys. Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches; the pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'. Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky. See you got some niggas on your side that say they're your friends, but in real life they your enemies. And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies, but in real life they eyes is on your money. See the enemies will say they true, but in real life those niggas will be the snitches! Its a dirty game y'all. Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with 'cause the shit get wild y'all. Keep your mind on your riches, baby keep your mind on your riches.
  • 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me/From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me/Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed/Nothing more I despise than a liar
  • I proceed to make them shiver/when I deliver/Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
  • So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
  • And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased/Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'/I rip the crowd, then I start again/Internally I live in sin/until the moment that they let me breathe again/The heartz of men
  • I died and came back/I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
  • Uhh, can it be fate/that makes a sick muthafucka break/On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

—"Life Goes On"

  • How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz/Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
  • be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death/my niggas, we tha last ones left!
  • life in tha hood is all good for nobody
  • I got your name tatted on my arm/so we both ball till' my dying days/before I say goodbye/Kato and Mental rest in peace/Thug till I die
  • nobody cries when we die/we outlaws/let me ride
  • to my niggas from old blocks/from old crews/niggas that guided me through/back in tha old school
  • pour out some liquor/have a toast for tha homies/see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me/and brothas miss ya while your gone
  • you left your nigga on his own/how long we mourn
  • Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket/have a party at my funeral/let every rapper rock it/let tha hoes that I usta know/from way before/kiss me from my head to my toe

—"Only God Can Judge Me"

  • Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back/I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
  • Will I succeed paranoid from the weed/And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
  • Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me/Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?/Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
  • I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed/And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
  • And they say it's the white man I should fear/But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
  • Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for/Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
  • And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed/And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
  • Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix/Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
  • I hear the doctor standing over me screamin I can make it/Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
  • Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV/Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me
  • I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies/I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets/I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce/How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
  • Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here/Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
  • I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward/There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state/And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
  • Dear Mama, can you save me?
  • No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped/And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped/Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me

—"Trading War Stories"

  • Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday/and fear of man grow on trees
  • Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
  • Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure/Momma sent me to go play with the drug dealers
  • we thug niggaz and we came in packs/Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'yaq (Cognac)/In the back, my AR-15/Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
  • My lyrics are blueprints to money makin/phat as that ass that honey shakin
  • And they say it's the white man I should fear, but it's my own kind doing all the killing here

—"I ain't Mad At Ya"

  • Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind/Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line/You was just a little smaller but you still rolled/Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
  • Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed/Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game/Heard you might be comin home, just got bail/Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
  • I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man/Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
  • Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it/Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
  • knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad/Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
  • I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes/Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived/Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here/I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
  • They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs/in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
  • So many tried to plot/That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
  • Til God return me to my essence/Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
  • So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down/I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?/They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha

—"I Ain't Mad At Cha" video version released a few days after Tupac's death (9/13/96)"

  • Father forgive us for livin while all my homies stuck in prison/Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
  • It's like a ghetto we can never leave/A broken rose givin bloom to the cracks of the concrete
  • So many other things for us to see/Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery
  • To all my homies never made it home/The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone
  • Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest/Findin peace through this land of stress
  • In my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms/Life full of rain in this game watch for landstorms
  • Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next/In this world full of countless threats
  • I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe/Show a sign, make us all believe

—"Letter To The President"

  • Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia/Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us
  • sincerely yours/I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
  • but then America f**ked up and blamed up/I guess it's cause we black that we targets
  • Down to die, for everything I represent/Meant every word, in my letter to the President
  • Word motherf**kin life/f**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare/We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
  • Dear Mr. Clinton, It's gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker to make a dollar in these here streets. I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace, but we can't find peace til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece. I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me. So why don't you help a ni**a out? Sayin you cuttin welfare. That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the hell care? s**t, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks, but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherf**kin dollars. What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? We ain't stupid. Think you got us lookin to lose tryin to turn all us young ni**az into troops. You want us to fight your war. What the f**k I'm fightin for? s**t, I ain't got no love here. I ain't had a check all year. Taxin, all the blacks and police beatin me in the streets. f**k peace.

—"When We Ride On Our Enemies"

  • What they want from us motherf**kin thug niggaz?/Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz
  • BAM! Set my plan in mode, time to exterminate my foes/I can't stand you hoes, uhh
  • Now label this my f**kin trick shot/My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
  • You was HEARTLESS on yo' hits/Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit
  • pay attention. Here's a word to those that robbed me/I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep!
  • Don't f**k with me Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?/See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell
  • How many niggaz wanna be involved?/See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill all o' y'all, then ball
  • Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed/F**k around and get tossed up, by the f**kin Outlawz
  • Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD/Know I meant, EVERY MOTHERF**KIN WORD When we ride on our enemies

—"Thug Mansion"

  • I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried/But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
  • Where do niggaz go when we die?/Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga/That's why we go to thug mansion/That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
  • Picture me inside the misery of poverty/No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived/Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on/Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
  • We found a family spot to kick it/Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit/A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's/We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace/And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast/I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
  • Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us/They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain/why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?/Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?/I need a place to rest my head/with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
  • I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape/the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion
  • Just think of all the people that you knew in the past/that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
  • Picture a place that they exist, together/There has to be a place better than this, in heaven/So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin/Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion


  • You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion/Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
  • Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught/Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
  • Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me/Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
  • All we know is violence, do tha job in silence/Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
  • Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn/Niggas commin' out worse off/than when they went in
  • There must be another route, way out/To money and fame, I changed my name/And played a different game
  • Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle/If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
  • Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life/What do I do?/Live my life in a prison cell?/I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell

—"Hit 'Em Up"

  • Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac / Call the cops when you see 2Pac, Uhh / Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish / Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
  • First off, fuck your bitch/And the click you claim/West side when we ride/Come equipped with game
  • You claim to be a playa but I fucked your wife/We bust on bad boys, niggas fucked for life
  • We keep on coming/While we running for yah jewels/Steady gunning/Keep on busting at them fools/You know the rules
  • Don't let the west side/Ride the night (ha ha)/Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill/fuck with me/And get your caps peeled
  • I don't know why I'm even on this track/Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
  • Peep how we do it/Keep it real/Its penitentiary steel/This ain't no freestyle battle/All you niggas getting killed
  • With your mouths open/Tryin' to come up off of me/You and the clouds hoping
  • niggas think they learned to fly/But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die/Talking about you Getting Money/But its funny to me
  • All you niggas living bummy/While you fucking with me?/I'm a self made Millionaire/Thug livin', out of prison/Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
  • Now its all about versace/You copied my style/Five shots couldn't drop me/I took it and smiled
  • Now I'm back to set the record straight/With my A-K/I'm still the thug that you love to hate/Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up
  • Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)/You wanna fuck with us/You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
  • Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it./But we ain't singing, We bringing drama
  • Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion.Well this is how we gon' do this: fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, fuck you too.
  • Killing ain't fair but somebody's got to do it.
  • Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker, my fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow

—'"Got My Mind Made Up"

  • So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation/So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin/We must be based on nothin better than communication
  • My lyrics motivate the planet/It's similar to Rhythm Nation/but thugged out

—"Ain't Hard To Find"

  • I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized/Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried/But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted/Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin
  • Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin/Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason
  • See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded/You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
  • I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead/Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G

—"I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto"

  • why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
  • God damn it's a motherfuckin riot/Black people only hate police so don't try it/If you're not from the town then don't pass through
  • When they ask me, when will the violence cease?/When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
  • First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free/so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
  • I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me/Now the tables have turned around
  • You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down/And now Bush can't stop the hit
  • Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse/And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good/in the hood bein around the niggaz
  • Living on Earth / Tell me, what's a black life worth? / A bottle of juice / is no excuse, the truth hurts!
  • Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz/I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga/Let the Lord judge the criminals/If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

—'"Keep Ya Head Up"

  • Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice/I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots/I give a holler to my sisters on welfare/Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
  • You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)/When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
  • And since we all came from a woman/Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman/I wonder why we take from our women/Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?/I think it's time to kill for our women/Time to heal our women, be real to our women
  • And if we don't we'll have a race of babies/That will hate the ladies, that make the babies/And since a man can't make one/He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
  • So will the real men get up/I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
  • And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough/And though we had it rough, we always had enough
  • I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules/Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
  • And I realize momma really paid the price/She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
  • And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen/I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
  • It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity/It seems tha rain'll never let up
  • I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up/You know it's funny when it rains it pours
  • They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor/Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is/it ain't no hope for tha future
  • Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure/And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
  • Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son/wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
  • You can't complain you was dealt this/hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
  • Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless/While tears, is rollin down your cheeks/Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
  • Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me/I was given this world I didn't make it
  • And now my son's getten older and older and cold/From havin the world on his shoulders
  • While the rich kids is drivin Benz/I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
  • And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but/please... you got to keep your head up
  • And when he tells you you ain't nothin / don't believe him / And if he can't learn to love you / you should leave him

—'"I Get Around"

  • Back to get wrecked/All respect/to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
  • Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly/And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me
  • She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me/And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy!
  • Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy
  • Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye/Just another hazard of a fly guy
  • You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter/Now everybody's looking for the latter
  • And ain't no need in being greedy/If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me
  • And I'll be there in a jiffy/Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie/But when you learn, you can't tie me down/Baby doll, check it out, I get around
  • Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip/Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip/I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking/Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
  • You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly/You need to hit the door, search for a new guy/Cause I only got one night in town/Break out or be clown
  • I wonder why we take from our women/Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?/I think it's time to kill for our women/Time to heal our women, be real to our women/And if we don't we'll have a race of babies/That will hate the ladies, that make the babies

—"Until The End of Time"

  • Perhaps I was addicted to the dark-side/somewhere inside my childhood, witness my heart die
  • How could it be through the misery that came to pass/The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency/But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave/I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
  • It's a small thang through and true/What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
  • And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could/Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
  • And half the time we be acting up call tha cops/Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block/It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change/I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same/Until the end of time
  • Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
  • This all night money making got me outta touch, shit/Ain't flashed a smile in a long while/An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
  • My attitude got me walking solo/Ride out alone in my low-low/Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
  • Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?/To live my life as an outlaw all along
  • Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters/They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators/And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me/So cold when I flow eliminating easily/Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breath/While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
  • Well I can see close into achieve/In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g/Follow my lead I supply everything you need/An ounce of game and the trainin to make a g
  • Remember me, as an outcast outlaw/Another album out that's what I'm about, more
  • Gettin raw till the day I see my casket/Buried as a g while tha whole world remembers me

—"Everything You Owe"

  • We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed/cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
  • But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right/Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
  • Supreme ideology, you claim to hold/Claimin that we all drug dealers with empty souls
  • That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence/In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
  • Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw/It remains in your brain then of course it grows
  • Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise/Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
  • But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit/Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
  • Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode/but supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
  • This ain't bout talkin bout problems, I bring solutions/Where's the restitution, stipulated through the constitution
  • You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights/Listen to the screams, of the lives you sacrificed
  • And in case you don't know, ghetto born black seeds still grow/We comin back, for everything you owe
  • Now they got me goin to the county jail/And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
  • Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal/move me, and my people, to a mansion in Brazil
  • Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends/I'll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz
  • Told the judge it was self-defense, he won't listen/So I'm bumpin this in federal prison, givin everything I owe

—"Staring Through My Rearview"

  • Multiple gunshots fill the block the fun stops niggas calling cops, people shot nobody stop , I wonder when the world stop caring last night, two kids shot while the whole block staring
  • I will never understand this society, first they try/to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
  • All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's/crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
  • feed when they see me, believe me/Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
  • Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan/and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
  • I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners/Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
  • One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse/full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
  • I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true/While I'm starin at the world through my rearview
  • Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you/I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die/(we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherf**kers
  • Now I was raised as a young black male/In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
  • Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails/In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
  • Keys to ignition, use at your discretion/Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection/Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin, Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
  • Heavenly Father I'm a soldier/ I'm gettin hotter cuz the world's gettin colder/ baby let me hold ya
  • The world, the world is behind us. Once a motherf**ker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is. Then the world ain't no trick no more. The world is a game to be played. So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us. Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it. It's all about the papers, money rule the world; Bitches make the world go round. Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't. Starin at the world through my rearview

—"Who Do You Beleive In?"

  • I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin/And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in/Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?
  • Watchin our own downfall, witness the end/It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin
  • I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed/Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
  • It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more/My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for
  • I hate the man in the mirror/Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
  • Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts/In this society where only gettin the cash counts
  • I started out as a beginner/Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
  • I make my money and vacate, evade prison/Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
  • And all the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside/You know, it's like I'm livin just to die
  • I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if I'm worthy/Livin life thinkin no man can hurt me
  • So I'm askin -- before I lay me down to sleep/Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery
  • I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames/In my search for fame will I change? I'm askin

—'"Why Do Thugz Cry"

  • Battlefields and Closed Caskets Multiplies/Thugs Die/Don't ask why/When Thugz cry we shed blood/Do you still wanna be a thug?
  • My pulse rushing, see me clutching into insanity/They shot at my cousin, now we bustin at they whole family
  • The coppers wanna see me burried... I ain't worried/I got a line on the D.A. cuz I'm f**king his secretary
  • Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song/to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
  • We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches/We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
  • But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange/Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
  • See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie/See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
  • Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don/I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
  • Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?/So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
  • Regulate my area, the terror I represent/Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
  • Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?/Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
  • Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer/Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
  • Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?/I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

—'"No More Pain"

  • When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name/Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain
  • It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise/Busters shot me five times, real niggaz DONT DIE...
  • Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you feel me/Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
  • My only fear of death is reincarnation/Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation

—"Hail Mary"

  • Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy



  • When I speak, I want my words to mean something. I want my words to make people shiver.

—Interview (1994)

  • Can't nobody touch me right now. Maybe next month all of this will be over, but this month I'm takin' every moving target out.

—'two weeks before his death

  • Everybody that was involved knows what happened [...] and everything is there. [...] Just read everything over, and read my reply, read their reply, read what people say, watch people, cuz you can fake for a long time but one day you gonna show yourself to be a phony [...] think back, think of all the people that you've seen me put on stage, think of all the people I've put on, that I got into this game, that I show how to do this, and think about what they're saying now. That's not keeping it real.

—'in prison, 1995, on who shot him up

  • I believe that everything that you do bad comes back to you. So everything that I do that's bad, I'm going to suffer from it. But in my mind, I believe what I'm doing is right. So I feel like I'm going to heaven.
  • I feel like our future is our confidence and self-esteem..
  • I swear, if they hadn't tried to ruin me, I never would have ended up being a rapper. I probably would have been a preacher or something.
  • I think the old should go through school again. I think that rich people should live like poor people, and poor people should live like rich people, and change every week.
  • I'm not saying I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee that I will spark the brain that will change the world.
  • I'm one-hundred percent original, and that's what got me here. My rap music is more understandable, slower. It tells a story. You can write a book on each of my thoughts.
  • If I could patent "being real", I think I could own that.
  • If it don't make dollars it don't make sense.
  • In my death, people will understand what I was talking about.
  • June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell raising heavenly son.
  • My first words was thug for life and papa pass the mack.
  • My Mama used to tell me if you can't find something to live for, you best find something to die for.
  • Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
  • The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams.
  • The reason why I could get into acting was because it takes nothing to get out of who I am and go into somebody else.
  • We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel… or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?
  • We talk a lot about Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., but it's time to be like them, as strong as them. They were mortal men like us and everyone of us can be like them. I don't want to be a role model. I just want to be someone who says, this is who I am, this is what I do. I say what's on my mind.
  • What is fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.
  • Wars come and go, but my soldiers stay eternal.
  • The only crime I been convicted of is fighting; getting into a fight with my fears.
  • Dont get it twisted this is not my real life, this is not how my real life is suppose to be.
  • Look, I am selling records. This is what I do for a living. I am selling records. I never thought it was going to be a matter of life and death.
  • I'm not saying I'm gonna rule the world but if I keep talking about how dirty it is, someone will have to clean it up.
  • I live the life of a thug, Live it and Die for it!
  • But my nigga from the other side of the globe knows all my theories, i dedicate all this drama to you (Oumar Camara a.k.a Paparesta)
  • T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E stands for The Hate U Give Lil Infants Fucks Everybody
  • M.O.B. stands for Money Over Bitches, Member of Blood, or The Mob.
  • N.I.G.G.A stands for Never Ignorant about Getting Goals Accomplished or No Ignorance Got Goals Accomplished
  • During your life, never stop dreaming. No one can take away your dreams.


  • 2Pacalypse Now (1991)
  • Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z (1993)
  • Thug Life: Thug Life Vol. 1 (1994)
  • Me Against the World (1995)
  • All Eyez on Me (1996)
  • Makaveli: The Don Killuminati: 7 Day Theory (1996)
  • R U Still Down? (1997)
  • 2Pac's Greatest Hits (1998)
  • Still I Rise (2Pac + Outlawz) (1999)
  • The Lost Tapes (1989/released 2000)
  • The Rose that Grew from Concrete (2000)
  • Until the End of Time (2001)
  • Better Dayz (2002)
  • Tupac Resurrection (2003)
  • Nu-Mixx Klazzics (2003)
  • 2Pac Live (2004)
  • Loyal to the Game (2004)
  • The Rose Vol. 2 (2005)
  • Live At The House Of Blues (with Outlawz, Dogg Pound, Snoop Dogg, K-Ci & JoJo) (2005)
  • Pac's Life (2006)
  • Greatest Hits Vol 1:Thug and Vol 2:Life (2007)
  • The Lost Scriptures (2009)

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