There's a machine that I have nothing to do with. It's called the "Tupac Machine."

Drop them or let them drop you. I chose droppin' that cop.

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.

I said it in the beginning. That I was gonna take them niggaz out the game and sure enough I will. Already people can't look at Biggie and not laugh.

I try to find my way in the world you know, I try to be somebody instead of just, make money off of everybody.

What doesn't kill me just makes me stronger

I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.