All I know is that Money was supposed to come and he agreed to do the song with me. When I got there, it was like a fucking party. I ain't really keen on a whole bunch of people in the studio while I'm working. I don't know how, but everybody must have known this cat was comin'.
Then the elevator goes ding. Money gets off the elevator and starts yelling, "Ah! I got shot. Nigga set me up. Muthafucka shot me; they shot Tupac." The back of his head was busted open and it was bleeding all down his face. He caught everybody by surprise. For like only a split second, until the shock wore off, nobody really wanted to fuck with him because he was jumping around like an animal.

Reading the interview and being there, nothing made sense. He said Andre didn't want to look at him, Puffy didn't want to look at him. He's trying to state that nobody paid him any mind? Come on, man. I don't know this dude from a hole in the wall, and I was trying to help him. He said, "Little Shawn was crying uncontrollably." You sound like an idiot saying some dumb shit like that. When I was helping him, he didn't say, "You cryin' like a bitch. Get away from me." I was surprised that Money even had the audacity to go there. I've punched a lot of people in their mouth behind that "Little Shawn was cryin' " shit.

Then I hear everybody is saying that I had something to do with it. And niggas on the West Coast are saying, "Yo, tell that nigga Little Shawn to be careful. Cause niggas on the West Coast is calling his name." I don't need that in my life. A lot of people go through problems with the law, and that ain't nothing to be glorified. Every time this dude gets arrested, it's in the paper because of who he is, but he's loving it. I ain't no media gangster. That dude is Media Man. He is ridiculous.