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.
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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
In "Fuck All Yal" Tupac raps about his disappointment friends who only seem to be around when things are good, but are nowhere to be found when he's in trouble. He reflects on the difficult situations he has had to face and the fake people around him. Tupac does not hold back in expressing his anger towards those who he feels have wronged him. He uses profanity to emphasize his point and show his frustration. He talks about how he needs a friend who knows him the best and who he can trust when all the cops are against him. Tupac reflects on his humble beginnings and how he went from rags to riches. He talks about how he has become a successful artist but still feels alone and betrayed by his friends. Tupac's lyrics show his vulnerability, and desire for a genuine connection, but also his anger and frustration towards those who he feels have abandoned him.
Line by Line Meaning
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
I am laughing at all of you and don't need anyone's help or support
Money gone f*** friends
When money is no longer there, so-called friends disappear
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherf***in' cops be on me
I need a true friend who understands me when the police are after me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
Now what the f*** is happenin' with my ballin' cats
I have problems but my rich friends won't even call me back, what's up with them?
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
Do you remember me, your friend who used to fight for you while we drank and had sex with cousins?
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got paid and we still was broke
If you understand me, give me the middle finger. I just got paid, but we're still broke
It took time, but finally the cash was mine
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
It took effort, but I finally made the money. I worked hard for my rewards as a hustler 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
I see nothing but deceitful people trying to take my place, and my so-called friends are nowhere to be found. They're broke and untrustworthy, so f*** them
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
I'm drinking Tanqueray and juice, but what's the point? I'm a hopeless criminal with no love. I remember how close we used to be before drugs destroyed everything
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
How much money can one make in a day? Life is getting tough, with friends in jail and just trying to survive. I stand tall no matter the season, with my thug lifestyle displayed on my walls
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
Money is all I care about, so I drop an album and sell millions without caring about tomorrow. Things get crazy at night, with people trying to cause trouble. Despite it all, I still live in the ghetto and carry a gun while smoking weed
In 94 I'll be going solo
Too many problems of my own so I'm rollin' dolo
F*** all y'all
In 94 I'll go solo because I have too many problems on my own to deal with. F*** all of you
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
I went from nothing to everything, socializing with the hottest women and replacing my old car with a fancy one. I see death around the corner, but I don't care. I'm listening to Gloria and driving fast, high on weed mixed with chocolate Thai and Indonesian strains
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
Even though I know the police are following me, I keep going 90 and smoking weed until I get caught and have to face the law again. F*** the police, I'm even more defiant 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
They want to see me dead, but I'm not worried. I'm still fighting and getting locked up. Why are you crying? Once I'm in my cell, I'll bail out soon enough. When I'm back on the streets, I'll be in a hurry to make money and live by the thug life mentality. F*** all of you
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
I'm still laughing at all of you and don't need anyone's help or support. F*** all of you
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRAD JORDAN, JOHN OKURIBIDO, MALCOLM GREENIDGE, KATARI COX, TUPAC SHAKUR
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Michael Aldersley
My friend introduced this song to me back in 08. Tomorrow I'm going to his funeral. RIP Danny ❤️
Hassan De Corte
I know what your going through, they ridin’ high, i hope all the good ones that are lost find the highest rank in paradise inshaa Allah🤲🏽
pywoah
🕊️🕊️🕊️
Azeem Mahmood
@Hassan De Corte inshallah
ahmed aly sy
May his soul rest in peace
Yusupha Fofana
R.I.P Danny
Jamal Moe
Any beat you give 2pac
He always killz it
Legend 4 real
Niksmeetemaken
He dont rap on this . Its a remix
Anis Hussain
Legend 4 real man
Ousmane barry
legend never dies
Pac Forever♥️