There was a lot of people passing through the studio that night, and the word definitely got out that Tupac was on his way. We were waiting on Tupac for hours. Next thing I know, about 12:00, Tupac comes off the elevator. It looked like he just got in a scuffle. Then I seen the blood on his head. He was pacing back and forth, hysterically, talking about „Call the police, call the police.“ Then he looked at me and said, „You the only one who knew that I was coming. You must’ve set me up.“ I was, like, „Yo, you buggin‘, Tupac. C’mere and talk to me.“ He kept pacing back and forth, and saying, „Call the police.“ He never said to call the ambulance.
In the paper he said he’d been set up, that he knew the assailants and blazey-boom. But everybody in the industry knew that he came off the elevator saying, „You set me up.“ I thought me and him was some kind of friends. But I felt maybe this was a strategy for him to get around his case. And maybe I shouldn’t hold him accountable for trying that strategy.
But after the VIBE interview, I seen that this nigga is using the media to get his point across and look like he had the upper hand. He made it seem like niggas had a plot against him. Like he was so important that street niggas wanted to kill him, industry niggas wanted to kill him. He’s believing his rap. He’s believing the movie scripts that he’s played. Where he went wrong was when he tried to go to the street, and when it came down to the test, he did not hold up. He’s gonna assassinate people’s character, saying that niggas was crying and falling to the floor like a sack of potatoes. It just goes to show that the real coward and the real nigga that was crying was Tupac.