I’m like, man, that’s fuckin’ Suge Knight. I’m not about to come talk to him. But I walk over there, and Suge sticks out his hand. And I’m like, “I ain’t shakin’ your muthafuckin’ hand. Get out of my face with that shit.” He pointed like, “You, you, and you come outside.”
I said, “Man, that’s the last thing you told Tupac, and we ain’t seen him since.”
Once I did that, the way his face looked was priceless.
Proof: ‘Trapped’ / ‘Oil Can Harry’ / ‘We Ain’t Scared’ (full unreleased version) [mp3] (lyrics)
We both deep, I ain’t scared and I don’t give a fuck
I ain’t feel no games, homie don’t even try
We ain’t bowing down to no one, we gon’ start a riot
Heart of fire, soul of ice, roll the dice, see what you get!
Proof:
This is one thing I figured out about fans, it’s why I try to be gracious to them: The people at home don’t see the work when they’re at home watching TV. You don’t understand the work behind it. You just share the moment. Say Marilyn Manson’s my man. Say I’m watching Marilyn Manson on TV. I’m just a fan, right? When I see Marilyn Manson, he doesn’t know about my house, but I know my house and where I found my moment with Marilyn Manson at. So I gotta say something to you right? Now, I might say the dumbest shit in the world because I don’t know what to say. I feel like I know you. I don’t know you, but we had this moment at my home. At that moment that I’m talking to Marilyn Manson, he can’t feel what I’m feeling. They don’t share getting the beat, writing the rhyme, going in the studio, shooting the video. When the video’s shot, then we share just this one moment. But you can’t explain that to nobody that’s drunk at the bar.
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