I don't understand how people can stand next to you one year,and next year, they cannot. They're going crazy, screaming. They can't take it that you're there. But last year I was in the same club,walking around,lonely like a motherfucker. Couldn't get a date or a dance. I was too skinny, too something, and now, "He's just adorable. He's just, oh!

Niggers was the ones on the rope, hanging off the thing. Niggas is the ones with gold ropes,hanging out at clubs.

I guarantee if people keep mm..supportin' me....Just buying my records, goin to my concerts, just supporting me..I'ma keep givin' money....Like Makaveli, every time it go platinum, I'm putting money up for community centers.

Now ain nobody tell us it would be fair no love for my father cause the coward wasn't their" {Tu Pac Shukur}

It's hard to care when no one loves you.

It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.

I smoke blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out.