DISGRACELAND - Tupac Shakur Pt. 2: Life Behind Bars, Suge Knight Saves The Day, East Coast/West Coast Beef, and What Could Have Been

Episode Date: February 2, 2021

In part two of the Tupac Shakur story, we see the young star trying to deal with life behind bars and giving in to the patronage of the notorious Suge Knight of Death Row Records while getting into the mud with the Notorious B.I.G. in a deadly game of East Coast West Coast beef. We also get a glimpse of what Tupac Shakur might have achieved had he not gone to Las Vegas on that fateful night back in 1996. To see the full list of contributors, see the show notes at www.disgracelandpod.com. This episode was originally published on February 2, 2021. To listen to Disgraceland ad free and get access to a monthly exclusive episode, weekly bonus content and more, become a Disgraceland All Access member at disgracelandpod.com/membership. Sign up for our newsletter and get the inside dirt on events, merch and other awesomeness - GET THE NEWSLETTER Follow Jake and DISGRACELAND: Instagram YouTube X (formerly Twitter)  Facebook Fan Group TikTokSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Tupac Shakur, his background, his beginning days as an artist, and the story of his fight to survive the streets, came up on and the career he knew he was destined for is so complex that two episodes were needed to properly tell this story. If you're just getting hip to this now, I suggest you hit pause and go back to the last episode of Disgraceland, part one of the Tupac Shakur story. Or if you're looking exclusively for a deep dive into the East Coast West Coast beef between Tupac and the notorious BIG, there is an entire episode dedicated to this subject and both these artists from season one of Disgraceland. We get into their famous rivalry in this episode,

but we also explore Tupac's time in prison, how it affected him his time with Death Row records and the potential he had as an actor. We also, of course, get into the great music Tupac made, specifically while signed to Death Row. Great music. Unlike that music I played for you at the top of the show. That wasn't great music.

That was a preset loop from my Melotron called Mello Cosby Sweater, mk2. I played you that loop because I can't afford the rights to fantasy by Mariah Carey. And why would I play you that specific slice of whistle register cheese could I afford it? Because that was the number one song in America on October 12, 1995. And that was the day Shug Knight sprung Tupac Shakur from prison, forever changing the course of hip-hop in the young rapper's life. On this episode, an aborted prison sentence exported East Coast g-funk in Tupac Shakur.

I'm Jake Brennan, and this is Disgraceland. Shooting two off-duty police officers and getting away with it does something to a young man. The cops were racist and the cops were crooked, and the justice system saw right through them. Tupac got off. The cops were drunk and carrying weapons stolen from the precinct evidence locker. The case was fucked. Tupac felt not only vindicated, he felt invincible. At least that's what he told her.

At least that's what she remembered. It was so long ago, in such a crazy time, and who could really remember anyway? Memories have a way of taking their own shape after a while, a way of fitting whatever narrative makes most sense in the present. In the present, 2014, was a much different reality than 1993. The playlist found its way to Janet Jackson. Miss You Miss You Much. She hated herself for liking it because she hated Janet. Their rivalry on and off the charts was intense, but in the end Janet was no match because she had no equals. Not on the charts,

not on record, not on the screen, not in bed. Except when it came to her husband, he was her equal. He could go toe to toe with her, round for round. It's in part why she loved him so much. He was as big a personality and talent as she was, and he was creatively and emotionally mature enough to know better than to compete with her, which is why she was genuinely proud of him tonight. A Kennedy Center honor for him. The thug turned Academy Award winner, turned philanthropist, turned renowned artists celebrated by the likes of President Barack Obama, no less. Janet Jackson could kiss her ass, and Quincy Jones, too, for that matter. The first rapper to receive a Kennedy Center honor for his tremendous,

lifetime contribution to American arts. She'd be lying if she said she didn't secretly take some of the credit. She was his lucky star. After all, it was her idea for him to give up music and focus solely on acting. When they'd hooked back up, he was a mess. At the top of his game musically, but in debt and enslaved by his record contract, a contract held by a ruthless street thug. But now, she couldn't help but laugh at the course of events that led to this moment. It was funny, she thought, how life can turn on a dime. One different move and the future consequences can be monumental, life-changing, without you knowing it in the moment even.

All of this, his career, his influence, his wealth, the Kennedy Center honor. None of it likely would have come to be had she not paid him a visit in prison back in 95. And she almost never made the trip. Time, their relationship was just a rumor. There was no internet back then, at least not like there is now. The tabloids of paparazzi were vicious, sure, but the cult of celebrity wasn't the industry it has become in the age of social media. Today, there would have been no way to keep the relationship secret, and thus, likely,

no way for her to visit him. But she figured it was worth the risk. She knew she loved him. She knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but she also knew that if their celebrity couple's status was made public, that the pressure of it all would destroy the relationship. Not because of her, but because she knew he, wouldn't be able to handle it. He could hardly handle it in secret, never mind under the bright

lights of the vicious tabloid media. So they arranged for her to make the visit to Danamora, upstate New York, Clinton Correction Center. He was serving his sentence for sexual assault, a one and a half to four and a half year sentence depending on behavior. The conditions were awful, rats, trash everywhere, disgusting food, racist guards, racist skinheads, gang, sexual predators. He retreated into himself to pass the time. 23 hours a day in solitary. He read Maya Angelou, Sun Tzu, Sid Field's book on how to write screenplays. He wrote one himself entitled, Live to Tell,

she couldn't help but think that her influence had a little something to do with that. She put the ugly trial behind her and tried to think about the man she knew. It was hard for her to imagine him doing what he was accused of doing, sexually assaulting a young woman along with two others, sodomizing her against her will in a midtown hotel. He was convicted, sure, but as he exclaimed outside the courtroom, there was no evidence, no semen, no signs of forced entry. It was as confusing to her as it was to his fans.

She had to see him and sort it all out for herself. Word was, he was on the men these days. His latest album had gone to number one while he was in jail, knocking off Bruce Springsteen. She was happy for him. What did she care? She already had a number one hand. hit that year. He spent the last few weeks getting ready for her visit, working out, eating better.

The guards were even excited. They spiff the joint up, let him take an extra shower that day. When she arrived, she was treated like royalty. Well, as much of a royal treatment as a prison can provide. Their visit was brief, but significant. She attempted to impart whatever wisdom she had at her disposal. She tried to plant a seed, show him away toward a different kind of success. after prison. The type of career and celebrity that she had, it was possible, she told him, but there were rules. They were ridiculous and hypocritical, sure, but not following them had consequences. She could see it in his eyes. He was hearing her. She could also see innocence in his eyes. She believed him. And she impressed upon him to continue to work on his mind,

to try and feed his soul with his creativity while on the inside, to keep the light from burning out, to not give in to anger and resentment. This would soon come to an end. His appeal would win out in court. Sure, he thought, but he couldn't help but wonder why she didn't just pony up the 1.4 Mill and bail herself to spring him from his sentence while his appeal played out.

It's not like she didn't have the bread. It was a test. He knew it. And she knew he knew it too. Ride this out. Get your head right. Do the time. Don't let it do you and come out a better man.

But it didn't quite happen. that way. There's two golden rules that any man should live by. Rule one, never mess with a country girl. You play stupid games, you get stupid prizes. And rule two, never mess with her friends either. We always say that trust your girlfriends. I'm Anna Sinfield, and in this new season of the girlfriends...

Oh my God, this is the same man. A group of women discover they've all dated the same prolific con artist. I felt like I got hit by a girl. a truck. I thought, how could this happen to me? The cops didn't seem to care. So they take matters into their own hands. I said, oh, hell no. I vowed. I will be his last target. He's going to get what he deserves. Listen to the girlfriends. Trust me, babe. On the Iheart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. This season on Dear Chelsea, with me, Chelsea Handler, we have some fantastic guests like Amelia Clark. When like young people come up to me,

and they want to be an act or whatever. My first thing is always, can you think of anything else that you can do? Rather be disappointed in. Do that. Dennis Leary. I wake up and I'm hitting him in the head with a water bomb. And Bruce Jenner is on the aisle in a karate stance.

Like he's about to attack me. Like, making karate noises. And his entire, the Kardashians family over there, everybody's going, and the air marshal is trying to grab my arms and screaming. I immediately know that I've been at sleepwalk. David O'Yellow. I love this podcast, whether it's therapy or relationships or religion or sex or addiction or you just go straight for the guts. Guy Branham.

So anyway, Nicole Kidman broke up with Keith Thurban. Being half of a country couple was always a hat she was going to wear, not like a life she was going to lead. Oh, interesting. I like that. Did you practice that on your way over? Gaten Madarazzo from Stranger Things. Tena Monsu. Camilla Marone,

Carrie Kenny Silver, and more. Listen to these episodes of Dear Chelsea on the IHeart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Tupac Shakur had the number one album in the country,

Me Against the World, aptly titled as he was alone, in jail, and broke. Despite his fame and celebrity stature, he was currently at rock bottom, depressed. He missed his mother, Afini Shakur, the once proud Black Panther who was now living a life of squalor and heavily addicted to crack cocaine. He missed his girlfriend, the pop star, who was living her celebrity life on the outside while he rotted away behind bars. He missed his old life,

his boys, the parties, the girls, the shows, the feeling he'd got when he walked into a room, a studio, or a club, the feeling that he was somebody. In here, he was just another shipbird. His loneliness, turned to anger. Anger, at not only having to serve time for something he felt he did not do, but anger over the fact that he felt betrayed, betrayed by his friends. The shots came as soon as he entered the hallway at Quad Studios, five of them, from the pair of nine millimeters carried by the roughnecks shaking him down. They wanted his money and his jewels, two shots to the head, two to the leg and groin, one to the hand. The shooters split after running Tupac's jewels and his cash. He crawled into the hallway elevator, got a bloody finger on the button, and was lifted

to the second floor studio. When the elevator doors opened, there was shock on the faces of his friends, rapper, the notorious B-I-G, and his producer-slash-mogel on the make Sean Puff Daddy Combs. Why were they surprised to see him? They'd just buzzed him into the front door of the Times Square building to come upstairs to the previously scheduled recording session to guest on a new single by Little Sean, a rising star of Big and Puffy's label Bad Boy Records. At the time, the November 30, 1994 shooting was too much to handle for Tupac. It came right in the middle of his trial for sexual assault. He survived the five gunshots, but had to be wheeled into court with fresh bullet wounds, the why of it all, the how and the who. He didn't have the brain space

with all that was going on to piece it together then. But now, behind bars, with all the time in world to think, he'd figured it out. In a prison interview with Vibe magazine, Pock implied Biggie and Puff may have been involved in the attack, considering they were so shocked to see him, possibly shocked to see him alive, and not moving into help even as he bled out in the studio waiting for an ambulance. The writer who was familiar with Tupac knew him from way back would later remark that at the time of the interview, he no longer recognized him. He was a different person, far more aggressive, even angrier than his critics accused him of being. Prison changed him.

He was broken, vulnerable. Something had to give. Something had to change. Tupac was worried he wouldn't survive his sentence. And then, he was saved from prison by death row. Shug Knight, the notorious Blood Street Gang-affiliated record label boss, put up $1.4 million in bail to spring Tupac Shakur from jail while he awaited his appeal. in exchange for shifting Tupac's Interscope Records contract

over to Shug's Interscope imprint death row records. In addition to the $1.4 million, Shug pledged to manage Tupac into finance his lifestyle, his legal defense, and to even buy his mother a house in exchange for Tupac Chakura's next three records. Tupac came out of prison swinging. He was indeed a very different man,

emboldened by Shug Nights millions, in addition to his notorious street rep, Tupac dropped the gloves and as a semi-free man on the outside, immediately began spouting off at the media who he believed betrayed him by convicting him in the public eye before he was able to get a fair trial. He shouted down the authorities who he believed betrayed their promise to uphold the law at his personal expense, and he doubled down on his claim that his friends, Biggie Smalls, and Puff Daddy,

had betrayed him as well, claiming in no uncertain terms that they were behind the, the shooting at Quad Studios. Biggie's track, who shot you, even though it was recorded before the shooting, enraged Tupac, who was convinced it was a disc track aimed at him. The beef between the two larger-than-life rap stars was officially on. Tupac was battling his detractors and his enemies, and he was winning. His first piece of work with Death Row was the Dr. Drey produced California Love, a banger that went to number one on the charts and firmly established Tupac and he was, and he was a guy. East Coast ex-pat as now being without a doubt property of the West Coast.

Tupac's debut album with Death Row All Eyes on Me also hit number one. On the back of subsequent singles, another banger, How Do You Want It and Two of America's Most Wanted? The video for the latter featured Death Row label-Mate Snoop Doggy Dog and included a parody scene of Pock meeting with big and puffy lookalikes and discussing the studio shooting. It further fueled the theory that they were involved. And then, in the summer of 1995, Tupac released Hit Em Up, one of the most famous disc tracks ever, in which Pock talked shit about literally fucking Biggie's wife

and made his accusations about the studio shooting clearer than ever, repeatedly calling out Biggie and Puff by name. Whatever the truth, the song drove in hard, driven by Tupac's bottomless rage over what had happened to him. The East Coast West Coast beef was in full flex, with Tupac Shakur smack dab in the eye of the storm, right alongside his former friend, The Notorious BIG, and with the notoriously cunning and violent Shug Night, riding shotgun.

We'll be right back after this word, word, word. There's two golden rules that any man should live by. Rule one, never mess with a country girl. You play stupid games, you get stupid prizes. And rule two, never mess with her friends. either. We always say that trust your girlfriends. I'm Anna Sinfield, and in this new season of the girlfriends, oh my God, this is the same man. A group of women discover they've all dated the same prolific con artist. I felt like I got hit by a truck. I thought, how could this happen to me?

The cops didn't seem to care, so they take matters into their own hands. I said, oh, hell no. I vowed. I will be his last target. He's going to get what he deserves. Listen to the girlfriends. Trust me, babe. On the IHeart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcast. This season on Dear Chelsea, with me, Chelsea Handler, we have some fantastic guests like Amelia Clark. When, like, young people come up to me and they want to be an actor or whatever. My first thing is always, can you think of anything else that you can do?

Rather be disappointed in. Do that. Dennis Leary. I wake up and I'm hitting him in. the head with a water bomb. And Bruce Jenner is on the aisle in a karate stance like he's about to attack me, like, making karate noises. And his entire the Kardashian family over there, everybody's going, and the air marshal is trying to grab my arms and screaming. I immediately know that I've been asleep walking. David O'Yello. I love this podcast, whether it's therapy or relationships

or religion or sex or addiction or you just go straight for the guts. Hi Branham. So anyway, Nicole Kidman broke up with Keith Thurban. Being half of a country couple was always a hat she was going to wear, not like a life she was going to lead. Oh, interesting. I like that. Did you practice that on your way over? Gaten Matarazzo from Stranger Things. Tana Monsu. Camilla Morone at Carrie Kenny Silver. And more. Listen to these episodes of Dear Chelsea on the IHeart Radio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcasts. The prosecuting attorney called Shug Knight a quote-unquote one-man crime wave. Shug wasn't worried. He'd beat the rap. The Bulldog prosecutor was going for a max sentence.

Shug, it was alleged, had pistol-whipped a couple of no-talent rappers who were getting too big for their Jordans. But Shug only got probation. The prosecutor's daughter, an aspiring singer, got a $50,000 record contract. And the prosecutor got a new tenant to rent his speech. house for 19 grand a month, Shug Knight. Death Row headquarters reflected the man who ran it. It was intimidating, painted blood red and homage of the L.A. Street gang Shug Knight trucked with, the Bloods. Death Row was not an ordinary record label. There were the armed guards, mountainous men, gangbangers who padded you down upon entry. There was the list, the one at the front door that the guards checked your name

against. If your name wasn't on it, then you couldn't enter with your gun. And there was the beatdown room. A single room located inside the office space that was specifically for beatdowns should you or anyone else cross a death row employee or artist during the course of doing business. And of course, there were the stories. The Interscope employee who got choked out. The record promoter, the friend of Puffies, who was tied to a chair beaten with champagne bottles and forced to drink urine. The rival record company employee who was stripped and forced to stroll naked through the office. The pool of blood that left the stubborn stain on the floor. And of course, there was intimidation.

Through the constant threat of violence, word around the record industry was that Shug Knight's reputation was so vicious, so intimidating, that vendors hired by the label neglected to chase down the money owed to them, which isn't to suggest that Shug Knight or Death Row were cheap. They were anything but. Shug Knight, the notorious Blood Street Gang affiliated record label boss, put up $1.4 million in bail to spring Tupac Shakur from jail while he awaited his appeal in exchange for shifting Tupac's Interscope Records contract over to Shug's Interscope imprint death row records. In addition to the $1.4 million, Shug pledged to manage Tupac and to finance his lifestyle, his legal defense, and to even buy his mother a house in exchange for Tupac Choucaor's next three

records. But when it came time to pay out the cash Tupac needed to settle the many of the money, legal suits filed against him. Death Row's attorney, the same entertainment attorney Tupac agreed to have represent him as part of his death row contract. Shug Knight's attorney, David Kenner, was notoriously slow in making payments. Regardless, after prison, Tupac Shakur's entire life was financed by death row records. The label estimated Tupac owed them $4.9 million in return, but death row had generated $60 million in record sales off of Tupac records since his prison release. That left the balance of $55.1 million. Where was the money?

Sure, Death Row as financiers, producers, manufacturers, promoters, and distributors of those records was entitled to its cut of the revenue, as was their parent company Interscope records. But where was the rest of it? And there was a rumor circulating that Shugnight was in debt to the mafia. For what? The rumor didn't specify. and Shug's attorney publicly denied the rumor,

along with most every other allegation against his client. But one thing was certain. According to Tupac's other attorney, his criminal attorney, Charles Ogletree, Tupac was plotting his life after Death Row. He made inquiries to Warner Brothers Records. Legally, Tupac was now free to go his own way after delivering his third album to Death Row, his final obligation per his contract, but surviving after walking away from Death Row. was a different story entirely.

Tupac had another obligation to fulfill. He promised he'd accompanied to the Mike Tyson fight in Las Vegas. This time, the wounds are light-threatening, the person, as you're already aware, who was the past in his vehicle, known rap performer by the name of Tupac Shakur. Tupac Shakur.

Tupac Shakur was riding in this black B&W. Man in morning he's paid. The black pulled up next to it and the four men inside started shooting. The way he had been shot. Shot several times to the chest. It should take a death of another young bummer must have come together. Detectives are not sure what prompted this attack. Before the advent of serious and glorified death and violence

in the memory of his son's curvil in life and finally can't be erased. The steam from the shower was now infiltrating the rest of the hotel suite. Her husband had been in there for a while, taking his time. The playlist had ended. It was now 90s hip-hop. Warren G's regulate flowed out of the speakers. By now, she'd figured out the maddening Bluetooth situation.

The track sounded... So good. Say what you will about death row records. They released some great music. And he brazenly walked out on it all. His debt, his contract, his master recordings, told his record label boss that could have him. Use them to recoup whatever he owed. Use him to enrich themselves off of his art for the rest of their lives for all he cared. Do whatever they want with them. He was out. All he wanted was his freedom. No more looking over his shoulder. No more shootings. She convinced him to bet on himself and focused solely on acting, a world she herself never quite conquered like she did the world of music.

First, he'd have to drop the Thug Life persona, work some supporting roles in a few big-budget studio flicks, prove he could show up, put in work, be a professional. At the same time, bang out a couple of indie flicks, turned in stellar performances showcasing his deep acting chops, and proved to both up-and-coming and established directors alike that he still did indeed have the goods. His megawatt big-screen charisma would take care of the rest.

Soon, the Choice Rolls started rolling in. Columbia Pictures came calling in the early 2000s when Will Smith backed out of Men in Black 2. Her husband stepped into the role of Agent Jay and injected a level of emotional resonance that took the entire franchise from being a rote popcorn blockbuster to a critically acclaimed special effects comedic drama that to this day, as far as movies go,

is rivaled only by the Star Wars franchise. in its modern-day cultural influence. After starring opposite Tommy Lee Jones, who they both still counted as a dear friend, her husband took the lead role in Stephen Spielberg's War of the Worlds. It was another critically acclaimed blockbuster. Her husband was now one of the few stars in the history of Hollywood, whose studios could bank on for the highest-grossing films

that were as successful commercially as they were critically. As an acting talent, his reputation was approaching the likes of Marlon Branden Julia Roberts and Christian Bale. Rare air. In 2012, he starred in the title role of Django and Quentin Tarantino's Django Unchained. He took home the best actor Oscar for that one, and the collaboration between the two men

was such a success that they were both currently obsessed and hard at work on their next collaboration. A superhero film adaptation of the Marvel comic Black Panther, a film Quentin would direct and her husband would star in and bring his life's work full circle back to his first first love, his mama. So strong was her husband's Hollywood career turnaround that it became the model for another young talent

who'd fallen from Grace, Robert Downey Jr., who himself had climbed back to the top in similar fashion and was comfortably positioned at the top of his own superhero franchise. Her husband's success never jaded him. He gave back every step of the way, establishing arts centers in black neighborhoods, funding charter schools, mentoring young black talent, and contributing to political and social causes he believed in,

putting his money where his famous Big Mouth was. He established a black talent union, pooled the collective power of his peers in Hollywood, and negotiated not only better pay but better opportunities. As a result, the Academy Awards, once known for its bias toward white nominees, was now truly integrated on merit, and as the envy of other awards shows as well as the international film industry, Her husband was out of the shower now, half drying off, half listening to his longtime friend Jada Pinkett Smith on the other end of the telephone. She'd called under the auspices of congratulating him, but no doubt by now the conversation had likely turned to Jada griping about her husband,

Will's career. Could he help get him sorted out with a comeback role? That sort of thing. She knew her husband was a sucker for Jada. He'd do anything for her. He'd figure it out. And if not, she would help him figure it out, just like she did when he was in prison. Except that never happened. She never made it up to Danamara, to Clinton Correctional Facility. It was all a fantasy. A fantasy she indulged in often. What if? What if she did make the trip? What if she did lay down an alternate path? What if he did listen to her? What if he didn't sign on with Death Row? Or what if he walked away from Death Row before going to Vegas on that night? Would it be any different? Would he still be alive?

Rumors, more rumors, that he faked his death, that he was still alive, living off some island with Rihanna or whoever. Truth was, he still was among the living. Truth was, Tupac Shakur was, and still is very much alive. He survived. Turn on your television. Open up your web browser. Thumb through any history of hip-hop.

Pop open Spotify. Tune into your local Hot 100 radio station. Tupac Shakur can be heard and seen. Everywhere. Such is the power of his music, his acting, his legacy. Just not in the way that she wanted. I'm Jake Brennan. Disgraceland was created by yours truly and is produced in partnership with Double Elvis. Credits for this episode can be found on the show notes page at disgracelandpod.com. If you're listening as a Disgraceland All Access member, thank you for supporting the show. We really appreciate it. And if not, you can become a member right now by going to disgracelandpod.com slash membership.

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