Top 475 Quotes & Sayings by Tupac Shakur - Page 8

Instead of of being so metaphorical with the rhyme, I was encouraged to go straight at it and hit it dead on and not waste time trying to cover things.

Losing my homies in a hurry, they're relocating to the cemetery.

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.

Well, the first two days in prison, I had to go through what life is like when you've been smoking weed for as long as I have and then you stop. Emotionally, it was like I didn't know myself.

I guess cause i'm black boy, I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on.

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.

the evil the u are the brighter u will get

It was tough sitting in jail listening to Jay Leno and Rush Limbaugh and everybody making jokes about me getting shot. And watching the media report all kinds of lies about me, like that I got raped in jail. That never happened. But at least while I was locked down, all the inmates gave me props encouragement, and so did lots of mothers and kids, who wrote me letters of support.

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.

Mama gave birth to a hell raising heavenly son. See the doctor tried to smack me, but I smacked him back.

Though are hands are chained like they are, they haven't taken music from us yet. So that's how I'll fight. People tell me don't quit like everyone else. I wont have no fear.

And thats the way it was and thats the way the cookie crumbles

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Thanks for comin out, God bless you, good night... What of fame? Everyone knows your face, the world screams your name And never again, are you alone...

And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em.

When the charge first came up, I hated black women. Then, going to trial, I started seeing the black women that was helping me. It's mostly black female guards. They treat me with human respect.

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.

They wanna bury me im worried. Im loosin my mind look down the barrel of my nine and my visions blurry. Fallen to pieces am I guilty? I pray to the lord but his laws be unfortunate because im guilty.

I never killed anybody, I never raped anybody, I never committed no crimes that weren't honorable.

I don't have to talk about whether or not I got raped in jail.

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em, they stressed out and goin' under.

Some say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep.

I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold

But I see now that whether I show up for work or not, the evil forces are going to beat me. They're going to come 100 percent, so if I dont be 100 percent pure-hearted, I'm going to lose. And thats why I'm losing.

All B.S. aside, it all comes down to... we got to survive. I mean, even warriors put their spears down on Sundays. We got to survive here in this country... 'cause I'm not going back to Africa. We got to survive here. And for us to survive here-White folks, Black folks, Korean folks, Mexican folks, Puerto Ricans-we got to understand each other.

First ship them dope, let them deal to brothers, give them guns, step back and watch them kill each other.

The only thing America respects is power and power concedes nothing. After the LA Riots, they tried to calm us down and nothing changed since.

Nothing but pain, stuck in this game, searching for fortune and fame.

If that's what the court can do, then punish me more then I've been punished already.

After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.

I only wrote one song in jail. But I'm writing new album - you're going to feel the entire 11 months of what I went through on this album. I'm venting my anger.

The thing that bothers me is that it seems like all the sensitive stuff I write just goes unnoticed . . . the media doesn't get who I am at all. Or maybe they just can't accept it. It doesn't fit into those negative stories they like to write. I'm the kind of guy who is moved by a song like Don McLean's "Vincent," that one about Van Gogh. The lyric on that song is so touching. That's how I want to make my songs feel. Take "Dear Mama" - I aimed that one straight for my homies' heartstrings.

I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.

My life is in denial. And when I die, baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed many tears.

Niggaz need guns, too.

Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.

I didn't introduce thug life to America. Thug life is America. I don't get why the whole world is fearing me. I am scared, but so are they. It's like I am having a panic attack cause I have 15,000 people wanting to do what I want, listing to everything I say.

Faith my homegirl. I just wanna send a shout out to Faith. Hey girl.

When I die and they come for me bury me a g.

I looked up and all I saw was blue lights. If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gun fight.

Yellow M&M's don't move with green M&M's. I mean, you don't put M&M's peanuts with M&M's plain.

if they take half the buildings that they use to? praise god and give it to the motherfuckers who need god we'd be 'aight

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.

Thug Life hit me like the Holy ghost.

Can't nobody touch me right now. Maybe next month all of this will be over. But this month I'm takin' every movin' target out.

You got to constantly be in character.

Biggie came at a time just like Hitler did with the Germans.

I don't advocate senseless violence of any human being. I'm the one who's been beat down. But I will not be a victim again.

It's no longer a fad to be down for the young Black male. Everybody wants to go past. Like the gangster stuff, it just got exploited.

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.

Even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Everything he wanna have-I got.

My first words was thug for life and papa pass the mack

That girl can barely spell her name.

Now the whole worlds calling me a killer all I ever did was try to reach the kids with the realer.