Shakur was born in New York City to parents who were both political activists and Black Panther Party members. Raised by his mother, he relocated to Baltimore in 1984 and to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1988. With the release of his debut album 2Pacalypse Now in 1991, he became a central figure in West Coast hip-hop for his conscious rap lyrics. Shakur achieved further critical and commercial success with his follow-up albums Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993) and Me Against the World (1995). His Diamond certified album All Eyez on Me (1996), the first double-length album in hip-hop history, abandoned his introspective lyrics for volatile gangsta rap. In addition to his music career, Shakur also found considerable success as an actor, with his starring roles in Juice (1992), Poetic Justice (1993), Above the Rim (1994), Bullet (1996), Gridlock'd (1997), and Gang Related (1997).
During the later part of his career, Shakur was shot five times in the lobby of a New York recording studio and experienced legal troubles, including incarceration. In 1995, Shakur served eight months in prison on sexual abuse charges, but was released pending an appeal of his conviction. Following his release, he signed to Marion "Suge" Knight's label Death Row Records and became heavily involved in the growing East Coast–West Coast hip hop rivalry. On September 7, 1996, Shakur was shot four times by an unidentified assailant in a drive-by shooting in Las Vegas; he died six days later. Following his murder, Shakur's friend-turned-rival, the Notorious B.I.G., was at first considered a suspect due to their public feud, but was also murdered in another drive-by shooting six months later in March 1997 while visiting Los Angeles.
Five more albums have been released since Shakur's death, all of which have been certified Platinum in the United States. In 2002, Shakur was inducted into the Hip-Hop Hall of Fame. In 2017, he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in his first year of eligibility. Rolling Stone magazine ranked Shakur among the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.
Shakur was born on June 16, 1971, in the East Harlem section of Manhattan in New York City. While born Lesane Parish Crooks, at age one he was renamed Tupac Amaru Shakur. He was named after Túpac Amaru II, the descendant of the last Incan ruler, Túpac Amaru, who was executed in Peru in 1781 after his failed revolt against Spanish rule. Shakur's mother explained, "I wanted him to have the name of revolutionary, indigenous people in the world. I wanted him to know he was part of a world culture and not just from a neighborhood."
Shakur had an older stepbrother, Mopreme "Komani" Shakur, and a half-sister, Sekyiwa Shakur, two years his junior.
Fuck All Y’all
2Pac Lyrics
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Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
Money gone f*** friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherf***in' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
Now what the f*** is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
All we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got paid and we still was broke
It took time, but finally the cash was mine
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around, and all I see is snakes and fakes
It's like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's place
And if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted f*** y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
Cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
And hey how much money can you stack in a day
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my n****s in cuffs
I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
These marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
Ain't no fear in my heart
What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate Thai
In 94 I'll be going solo
Too many problems of my own so I'm rollin' dolo
F*** all y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializing with the baddest b****es
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloria doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high and like I said it was some chocolate Thai
Mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
Hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
F*** the law give a s*** I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a n**** buried
But I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
Got me locked in these chains
And hey n**** what the f*** is you wailin' 'bout
Soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming Thug Life n**** f*** y'all
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
The song "Fuck All Y'all" by 2Pac is a commentary on the struggles of fame and success. In the beginning of the song, Pac expresses his frustration with those who have abandoned him now that he has money but previously, he used to befriend with. He talks about needing a friend who truly knows him and can be there for him in times of trouble, especially when he is being targeted by the police. Pac feels isolated and betrayed by those he once called friends.
As the song progresses, Pac reflects on his upbringing, reminiscing about the days when he did not have money and life was simpler. The lyrics suggest that the introduction of drugs, such as crack, destroyed his community and made it harder for people to survive. Pac implies that the system created economic disparity, leading people to resort to illegal activities to make money. Pac's frustration with the legal system comes through his lyrics, as he talks about being pursued by the police and not having anyone on his side.
Overall, "Fuck All Y'all" is a song of rebellion against the system that created these problems. Pac's lyrics reflect his anger and frustration with friends who disappear when you need them the most, the legal system that seems to be against him, and the societal issues that have caused so much pain and turmoil in his community.
Line by Line Meaning
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
I don't care about anyone, I don't need anyone
Money gone f*** friends
Money makes people fake, true friends are hard to find
I need a homie that know me
I need someone who truly knows me, not just for my money
When all these motherf***in' cops be on me
I need someone who will be there for me when I'm in trouble with the law
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
When I have problems, no one is there to help me
Now what the f*** is happenin' with my ballin' cats
My friends who used to have my back are nowhere to be found now that I'm successful
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
I hope my true friends remember me as someone who had their back and stood up for them
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
Drinking with friends and not taking life too seriously
All we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We used to party, have sex, and not worry about anything else
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins
We had many women in our lives, even if some were family members
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
If you understand and relate to me, you can give a disrespectful gesture
A n**** just got paid and we still was broke
Even when we make money, we still struggle financially
It took time, but finally the cash was mine
It took hard work and perseverance, but I finally made money
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
I worked hard for my success, but it's not easy to maintain it
Look around, and all I see is snakes and fakes
In my circle, there are people who are untrustworthy and not genuine
It's like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's place
People are always looking to take advantage of successful individuals
And if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friends
When you're struggling, it's hard to find true friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted f*** y'all
They are broke and untrustworthy, I have no use for them
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
I'm drinking alcohol, but it's not making me feel better
Cause I'm a hopeless thug
I'm a tough guy, but deep down I'm lost and don't know how to cope
Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
I miss how things used to be with my old friends
Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
I miss the old days before drugs ruined everything
And hey how much money can you stack in a day
Money can't buy happiness and it only goes so far
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my n****s in cuffs
My friends are getting arrested and it's taking a toll on me
I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
We used to have fun and party, but now staying alive is all I ask for
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
I'm a tough, resilient person who can handle anything
Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
Being a thug is a permanent part of my identity and lifestyle
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Money troubles are stressing me out
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** about tomorrow
I release music to make money, I don't think about the future
I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
The world is dangerous and unpredictable at night
These marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
My enemies are constantly threatening me
Ain't no fear in my heart
I'm not afraid to die
What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
The struggles in the ghetto continue, but I keep pushing forward
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate Thai
I carry a gun for protection and smoke weed to deal with the stress
In 94 I'll be going solo
I'm leaving my group and going solo in 1994
Too many problems of my own so I'm rollin' dolo
I have too many problems to deal with, so I'm going alone
I went from rags to riches
I came from nothing and made a lot of money
Quick to socializing with the baddest b****es
I enjoy partying with attractive women
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I upgraded my car to something nicer
I'm seein' death around the corner
I know that death is always a possibility in my line of work
I'm bumpin' Gloria doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm driving fast and listening to my favorite music
I'm getting high and like I said it was some chocolate Thai
I'm smoking weed to deal with stress
Mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
The weed is strong and making me feel euphoric
And even though I know the cops behind me
I'm aware that the police are chasing me
Hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
I smoke more weed and keep driving fast, not caring about the consequences
Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
I know I'll probably get caught eventually and have to go to court
F*** the law give a s*** I'm even worse than before
I don't care about the law and I'll still be a troublemaker
I know they wanna see a n**** buried
People want me dead and gone
But I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
I'm not scared, I'll still fight and defend myself
Got me locked in these chains
I'm stuck in a difficult situation
And hey n**** what the f*** is you wailin' 'bout
Why are you complaining?
Soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
I'll post bail as soon as I'm arrested and put in jail
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
When I get out of jail, I'll immediately start making money again
I'm screaming Thug Life n**** f*** y'all
I'm proud of being a thug and don't care about anyone else
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRAD JORDAN, JOHN OKURIBIDO, MALCOLM GREENIDGE, KATARI COX, TUPAC SHAKUR
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@naimyusri2271
'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
Money gone f*** friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherf***in' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
Now what the f*** is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
All we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n** just got paid and we still was broke
It took time, but finally the cash was mine
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around, and all I see is snakes and fakes
It's like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's place
And if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted f*** y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
Cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
And hey how much money can you stack in a day
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my n****s in cuffs
I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
These marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
Ain't no fear in my heart
What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate Thai
In 94 I'll be going solo
Too many problems of my own so I'm rollin' dolo
F*** all y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializing with the baddest b****es
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloria doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high and like I said it was some chocolate Thai
Mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
Hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
F*** the law give a s*** I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a n** buried
But I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
Got me locked in these chains
And hey n** what the f*** is you wailin' 'bout
Soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming Thug Life n** f*** y'all
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
@staceyboyd5798
There's another song made by this track with a chick singing in the chorus? Does anybody know it? It's and old song.
Chorus lyrics maybe🤷♀️
Cruisn in the city
Feeling fine
And everybody's having a good time.
Oh sin city🤷♀️🤣 we'll be chilling all the time.?????????
😂😂 anybody?
@Cnote39legend
This is the original!!!! If you listen to his acapella you can hear this instrumental in the background, this is the original studio version.
@Trumentary
bro any more un heard or rare original tunes.
ive only recently caught this track
@joepassive
search for a random tupac song that came out after his death, with the word og like "2Pac - Fuck Friends OG" and you will see...all the original shit
@willieclemmons8634
One-HunDredd™ what is the name of this instrumental?
@armandokyle697
Willie Clemmons "Breezin" George Benson
@treystoner3725
Good Sample Right?
@TimTim-xo8tf
That George Benson Breezin' instrumental so smooth
@FuNati
It just popped up on my playlist this morning. So u know I had to come over here lol
@ABCDyeahyeahyeah
@נתי חסיד Nati Hassid same here lol
@mannyortiz3656
Heard this in middle school off a swap meet makaveli bootleg, around 98. Still bumpin this banger in 2023