Who's this guy Nigel?
I was kicking it with him the whole time I was in New
York doing Above the Rim. He came to me. He said, "I'm
going to look after you. You don't need to get in no
Doesn't Nigel also go by the name of Trevor?
Right. There's a real Trevor, but Nigel took on both
aliases, you understand? So that's who I was kicking
with-I got close to them. I used to dress in baggies
and sneakers. They took me shopping; that's when I bought
my Rolex and all my jewels. They made me mature. They
introduced me to all these gangsters in Brooklyn. I
met Nigel's family, went to his kid's birthday party-I
trusted him, you know what I'm saying? I even tried
to get Nigel in the movie, but he didn't want to be
on film. That bothered me. I don't know any nigga that
didn't want to be in the movies.
Can we come back to the shooting? Who was with you
I was with my homeboy Stretch, his man Fred, and my
sister's boyfriend, Zayd. Not my bodyguard; I don't
have a bodyguard. We get to the studio, and there's
a dude outside in army fatigues with his hat low on
his face. When we walked to the door, he didn't look
up. I've never seen a black man not acknowledge me one
way or the other, either with jealousy or respect. But
this guy just looked to see who I was and turned his
face down. It didn't click because I had just finished
smoking chronic. I'm not thinking something will happen
to me in the lobby. While we're waiting to get buzzed
in, I saw a dude sitting at a table reading a newspaper.
He didn't look up either.
These are both black men?
Black men in their thirties. So first I'm, like, These
dudes must be security for Biggie, because I could tell
they were from Brooklyn from their army fatigues. But
then I said, Wait a minute. Even Biggie's homeboys love
me, why don't they look up? I pressed the elevator button,
turned around, and that's when the dudes came out with
the guns-two identical 9 mms. "Don't nobody move.
Everybody on the floor. You know what time it is. Run
your shit." I was, like, What should I do? I'm
thinking Stretch is going to fight; he was towering
over those niggas. From what I know about the criminal
element, if niggas come to rob you, they always hit
the big nigga first. But they didn't touch Stretch;
they came straight to me. Everybody dropped to the floor
like potatoes, but I just froze up. It wasn't like I
was being brave or nothing; I just could not get on
the floor. They started grabbing at me to see if I was
strapped. They said, "Take off your jewels,"
and I wouldn't take them off. The light-skinned dude,
the one that was standing outside, was on me. Stretch
was on the floor, and the dude with the newspaper was
holding the gun on him. He was telling the light-skin
dude, "Shoot that motherf*cker! F*ck it!"
Then I got scared, because the dude had the gun to my
stomach. All I could think about was piss bags and shit
bags. I drew my arm around him to move the gun to my
side. He shot and the gun twisted and that's when I
got hit the first time. I felt it in my leg; I didn't
know I got shot in my balls. I dropped to the floor.
Everything in my mind said, Pac, pretend you're dead.
It didn't matter. They started kicking me, hitting me.
I never said, "Don't shoot!" I was quiet as
hell. They were snatching my shit off me while I was
laying on the floor. I had my eyes closed, but I was
shaking, because the situation had me shaking. And then
I felt something on the back of my head, something real
strong. I thought they stomped me or pistol-whipped
me and they were stomping my head against the concrete.
I saw white, just white. I didn't hear nothing, I didn't
feel nothing, and I said, I'm unconscious. But I was
conscious. And then I felt it again, and I could hear
things now and I could see things and they were bringing
me back to consciousness. Then they did it again, and
I couldn't hear nothing. And I couldn't see nothing;
it was just all white. And then they hit me again, and
I could hear things and I could see things and I knew
I was conscious again.
Did you ever hear them say their names?
No. No. But they knew me, or else they would never
check for my gun. It was like they were mad at me. I
felt them kicking me and stomping me; they didn't hit
nobody else. It was, like, "Ooh, motherf*cker,
ooh, aah"-they were kicking hard. So I'm going
unconscious, and I'm not feeling no blood on my head
or nothing. The only thing I felt was my stomach hurting
real bad. My sister's boyfriend turned me over and said,
"Yo, are you all right?" I was, like, "Yes,
I'm hit, I'm hit." And Fred is saying he's hit,
but that was the bullet that went through my leg. So
I stood up and I went to the door and-the shit that
f*cked me up-as soon as I got to the door, I saw a police
car sitting there. I was, like, "Uh-oh, the police
are coming, and I didn't even go upstairs yet."
So we jumped in the elevator and went upstairs. I'm
limping and everything, but I don't feel nothing. It's
numb. When we got upstairs, I looked around, and it
scared the shit out of me.
Because Andre Harrell was there, Puffy [Bad Boy Entertainment
CEO Sean "Puffy" Combs] was there, Biggie...
there was about 40 niggas there. All of them had jewels
on. More jewels than me. I saw Booker, and he had this
look on his face like he was surprised to see me. Why?
I had just beeped the buzzer and said I was coming upstairs.
Little Shawn bust out crying. I went, Why is Little
Shawn crying, and I got shot? He was crying uncontrollably,
like, "Oh my God, Pac, you've got to sit down!"
I was feeling weird, like, Why do they want to make
me sit down?
Because five bullets had passed through your body.
I didn't know I was shot in the head yet. I didn't
feel nothing. I opened my pants, and I could see the
gunpowder and the hole in my Karl Kani drawers. I didn't
want to pull them down to see if my dick was still there.
I just saw a hole and went, "Oh shit. Roll me some
weed." I called my girlfriend and I was, like,
"Yo, I just got shot. Call my mother and tell her."
Nobody approached me. I noticed that nobody would look
at me. Andre Harrell wouldn't look at me. I had been
going to dinner with him the last few days. He had invited
me to the set of New York Undercover, telling me he
was going to get me a job. Puffy was standing back too.
I knew Puffy. He knew how much stuff I had done for
Biggie before he came out.