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 Em All
2Pac Lyrics
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(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck 'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I'm raisin' hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it, my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back
I waitin' for niggas to trip 'cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, where love, niggas?
I'm a millionaire, started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to Zs, writin' raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks
Now they all wanna sue me, so fuck 'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak?
Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets, like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison, wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell? A possibility of livin' well?
But if they killin' me, I'll get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosin' to sell, I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figure addicted to these fuckin' streets
Now put your muthafuckin' hands up if you's a rider (ride)
Niggas ain't killers so they hidin' (why?)
Fuck 'em all, touch 'em all, that's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as cold as this game, y'all be knowin' my name
A young, high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so fuck 'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm warnin' you
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don't give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin'
I got Glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar, I'll dick 'em and holla
Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy Impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For my profit, pick my Glock up
I'm bustin' with such efficiency
Poppin' nobody got 'em, holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy, why? 'Cause they'll never stop us
I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie
Now I wanna do it too, ooh, ooh
Niggas is too through, true to the game
I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, I'm
'Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggas for they watch and chain?
Kick back, lil' nigga, and watch the game
Get your mob rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot, trust me
Even my hood call me Baby Malcolm X
With the TEC's, shower some slugs on 'em
I've got a brother, don't rest and he keeps some drugs on him
Always in grind mood, hustle to find food
Ever seen Faces of Death? That's what my 9 do
I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind
With my back against the wall, like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat, I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world, this guerilla team of mine
Screamin', "Thug Life, bitch, fuck 'em all" and die for 'em
Even if the last nigga left I'ma ride for 'em
Feel me? Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
"Fuck 'em all, let them die" that's my slogan, fuck 'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm warnin' you
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don't give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin'
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em 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, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Johnny Lee Jackson, Malcolm Greenidge, Katari T. Cox, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Yafeu Fula, Tupac Amaru Shakur
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@Atilla963
The biggest boss ever, best rapping legend ever. I have many tracks of him. Above 100 albums, hundreds of tracks. Original, Unreleased, Mixes, many. There is no other rapper on the world that bypassed him in my eyes.
@isaiahkenny3544
Exactly even to this day still unreleased trackz
@Moneyman-lx3nw
1597
@aBlackWeb
His flow in his 2nd verse 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@adeona5202
💯
@thelastdon6562
Bro big facts that flow was on point on the 2nd verse
@killadjango6995
💯💯💯🎯🗣💪🏾
@samelangang
Imo the 1st voice/phone better broseph
@booboo4ever24
I GOT GLAD BAGS WITH ENEMIES CUT UP SO THEY REMEMBER ME SOAK EM IN HENESSY SO THERE RELATIVES KNOW ITS ME
@johnw1179
There's man speaks from the heart and it shows and his voice