Ready To Live Part 4
Can we talk about the rape case at all?
Okay. Nigel and Trevor took me to Nell's. When we got there, I
was immediately impressed, because it was different than any club
I'd been in. It wasn't crowded, there was lots of space, there
were beautiful women there. I was meeting Ronnie Lott from the
New York Jets and Derrick Coleman from the Nets. They were coming
up to me, like, "Pac, we're proud of you." I felt so
tall that night, because they were people's heroes and they
saying I was their hero. I felt above and beyond, like I was
Somebody introduced me to this girl. And the only thing I
noticed about her: She had a big chest. But she was not
attractive; she looked dumpy, like. Money came to me and said,
"This girl wants to do more than meet you." I already
knew what that meant: She wanted to fuck. I just left them and
went to the dance floor by myself. They were playing some
Jamaican music, and I'm just grooving.
Then this girl came out and started dancing-and the shit that
was weird, she didn't even come to me face-first, she came
ass-first. So I'm dancing to this reggae music; you know how
sensuous that is. She's touching my dick, she's touching my
balls, she opened my zipper, she put her hands on me. There's a
little dark part in Nell's, and I see people over there making
out already, so she starts pushing me this way. I know what time
We go over in the corner. She's touching me. I lift up my
shirt while I'm dancing, showing off my tattoos and everything.
She starts kissing my stomach, kissing my chest, licking me and
shit. She's going down, and I'm, like, Oh shit. She pulled my
dick out; she started sucking my dick on the dance floor. That
shit turned me on. I wasn't thinking, like, This is going to be a
rape case. I'm thinking, like, This is going to be a good night.
You know what I'm saying?
Soon as she finished that-just enough to get me solid,
rock-hard-we got off the dance floor. I told Nigel, "I've
got to get out of here. I'm about to take her to the hotel. I'll
see you all later." Nigel was, like, "No, no, no. I'm
going to take you back." We drive to the hotel. We go
upstairs and have sex, real quick. As soon as I came, that was
it. I was tired, I was drunk, I knew I had to get up early in the
morning, so I was, like, "What are you going to do? You can
spend the night or you can leave." She left me her number,
and everything was cool. Nigel was spending the night in my room
all these nights. When he found out she sucked my dick on the
floor and we had sex, he and Trevor were livid! Trevor is a big
freak; he was going crazy. All he kept asking me was,
"D-d-did you fuck in the ass?" He was listening to
every single detail. I thought, This is just some guy shit, it's
What happened on the night of the alleged rape?
We had a show to do in New Jersey at Club 88. This dude said,
"I'll be there with a limo to pick you up at midnight."
We went shopping, we got dressed up, we were all ready. Nigel was
saying, "Why don't you give her a call?" So we were all
sitting in the hotel, drinking. I'm waiting for the show, and
Nigel's, like, "I called her. I mean, she called me, and
she's on her way." But I wasn't thinking about her no second
time. We were watching TV when the phone rings, and she's
downstairs. Nigel gave Man-man, my manager, some money to pay for
the cab, and I was, like, "Let that bitch pay for her own
cab." She came upstairs looking all nice, dressed all
provocative and shit, like she was ready for a prom date.
So we're all sitting there talking, and she's making me
uncomfortable, because instead of sitting with Nigel and them,
she's sitting on the arm of my chair. And Nigel and Trevor are
looking at her like a chicken, like she's, like, food. It's a
real uncomfortable situation. So I'm thinking, Okay, I'm going to
take her to the room and get a massage. I'm thinking about being
with her that night at Nell's. So we get in the room, I'm laying
on my stomach, she's massaging my back. I turn around. She starts
massaging my front. This lasted for about a half an hour. In
between, we would stop and kiss each other. I'm thinking she's
about to give me another blow job. But before she could do that,
some niggas came in, and I froze up more than she froze up. If
she would have said anything, I would have said, "Hold on,
let me finish." But I can't say nothing, because she's not
saying nothing. How do I look saying, "Hold on"? That
would be like I'm making her my girl.
So they came and they started touching her ass. They going,
"Oooh, she's got a nice ass." Nigel isn't touching her,
but I can hear his voice leading it, like, "Put her panties
down, put her pantyhose down." I just got up and walked out
When I went to the other suite, Man-man told me that Talibah,
my publicist at the time, had been there for a while and was
waiting in the bedroom of that suite. I went to see Talibah and
we talked about what she had been doing during the day, then I
went and laid down on the couch and went to sleep. When I woke
up, Nigel was standing over me going, "Pac, Pac," and
all the lights was on in both rooms. The whole mood had changed,
you know what I'm saying? I felt like I was drugged. I didn't
know how much time had passed. So when I woke up, it was, like,
"You're going to the police, you're going to the
police." Nigel walks out the room, comes back with the girl.
Her clothes is on; ain't nothing tore. She just upset, crying
hysterically. "Why you let them do this to me?" She's
not making sense. "I came to see you. You let them do this
to me." I'm, like, "I don't got time for this shit
right here. You got to chill out with that shit. Stop yelling at
me and looking at me all crazy." She said, "This not
the last time you're going to hear from me," and slammed the
door. And Nigel goes, "Don't worry about it, Pac, don't
worry. I'll handle it. She just tripping." I asked him what
happened, and he was, like, "Too many niggas." You
know, I ain't even tripping no more, you know? Niggas start going
downstairs, but nobody was coming back upstairs. I'm sitting
upstairs smoking weed, like, Where the fuck is everybody at? Then
I get a call from Talibah from the lobby saying, "The police
is down here."
And that's what landed you in jail. But you're saying that you
never did anything?
Never did nothing. Only thing I saw was all three of them in
there and that nigga talking about how fat her ass was. I got up,
because the nigga sounded sick. I don't know if she's with these
niggas, or if she's mad at me for not protecting her. But 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.
How did you feel about women during the trial, and how do
you feel about women now?
When the charge first came up, I hated black women. I felt
like I put my life on the line. At the time I made "Keep Ya
Head Up," nobody had no songs about black women. I put out
"Keep Ya Head Up" from the bottom of my heart. It was
real, and they didn't defend it. I felt like it should have been
women all over the country talking about, "Tupac couldn't
have did that." And people was actually asking me, "Did
you do it?"
Then, going to trial, I started seeing the black women that
was helping me. Now I've got a brand-new vision of them, because
in here, it's mostly black female guards. They don't give me no
extra favors, but they treat me with human respect. They're
telling me, "When you get out of here, you gotta
change." They be putting me on the phone with they kids. You
know what I'm saying? They just give me love.
What's going to happen if you have to serve time?
If it happens, I got to serve it like a trooper. Of course, my
heart will be broke. I be torn apart, but I have to serve it like
I understand you recently completed a new album.
Rapping...I don't even got the thrill to rap no more. I mean,
in here I don't even remember my lyrics.
But you're putting out the album, right?
Yeah. It's called Me Against the World. So that is my truth.
That's my best album yet. And because I already laid it down, I
can be free. When you do rap albums, you got to train yourself.
You got to constantly be in character. You used to see rappers
talking all that hard shit, and then you see them in suits and
shit at the American Music Awards. I didn't want to be that type
of nigga. I wanted to keep it real, and that's what I thought I
was doing. But now that shit is dead. That Thug Life shit...;I
did it, I put in my work, I laid it down. But now that shit is