In late 1994 rape charges were pressed
against Tupac. People had a hard time believing that the man who had recently
recorded the song 'Keep ya Head Up', a tribute to women, could be charged with
such a crime. Tupac implied that this alleged rape ran in connection with the
shooting setup which occurred at the time of the trial. Click here for information on the shooting. During
the trial Interscope completely abandoned
Tupac refusing to provide legal counsel or post bail after his sentencing.Here's
an interview Tupac did about the rape case: Can we talk about the rape
case at all?
Okay. Nigel and Trevor took me to Nell's. When we got there,
I was immediately impressed, because it was different than any club I'd been in.
It wasn't crowded, there was lots of space, there were beautiful women there. I
was meeting Ronnie Lott from the New York Jets and Derrick Coleman from the
Nets. They were coming up to me, like, "Pac, we're proud of you." I
felt so tall that night, because they were people's heroes and they saying I was
their hero. I felt above and beyond, like I was glowing.
Somebody
introduced me to this girl. And the only thing I noticed about her: She had a
big chest. But she was not attractive; she looked dumpy, like. Money came to me
and said, "This girl wants to do more than meet you." I already knew
what that meant: She wanted to f*ck. I just left them and went to the dance
floor by myself. They were playing some Jamaican music, and I'm just grooving.
Then
this girl came out and started dancing-and the shit that was weird, she didn't
even come to me face-first, she came a**-first. So I'm dancing to this reggae
music; you know how sensuous that is. She's touching my dick, she's touching my
balls, she opened my zipper, she put her hands on me. There's a little dark part
in Nell's, and I see people over there making out already, so she starts pushing
me this way. I know what time it is.
We go over in the corner. She's
touching me. I lift up my shirt while I'm dancing, showing off my tattoos and
everything. She starts kissing my stomach, kissing my chest, licking me and
shit. She's going down, and I'm, like, Oh shit. She pulled my dick out; she
started sucking my dick on the dance floor. That shit turned me on. I wasn't
thinking, like, This is going to be a rape case. I'm thinking, like, This is
going to be a good night. You know what I'm saying?
Soon as she finished
that-just enough to get me solid, rock-hard-we got off the dance floor. I told
Nigel, "I've got to get out of here. I'm about to take her to the hotel.
I'll see you all later." Nigel was, like, "No, no, no. I'm going to
take you back." We drive to the hotel. We go upstairs and have sex, real
quick. As soon as I came, that was it. I was tired, I was drunk, I knew I had to
get up early in the morning, so I was, like, "What are you going to do? You
can spend the night or you can leave." She left me her number, and
everything was cool. Nigel was spending the night in my room all these nights.
When he found out she sucked my dick on the floor and we had sex, he and Trevor
were livid! Trevor is a big freak; he was going crazy. All he kept asking me
was, "D-d-did you f*ck in the a**?" He was listening to every single
detail. I thought, This is just some guy shit, it's all good.
What
happened on the night of the alleged rape?
We had a show to do in New
Jersey at Club 88. This dude said, "I'll be there with a limo to pick you
up at midnight." We went shopping, we got dressed up, we were all ready.
Nigel was saying, "Why don't you give her a call?" So we were all
sitting in the hotel, drinking. I'm waiting for the show, and Nigel's, like,
"I called her. I mean, she called me, and she's on her way." But I
wasn't thinking about her no second time. We were watching TV when the phone
rings, and she's downstairs. Nigel gave Man-man, my manager, some money to pay
for the cab, and I was, like, "Let that b*tch pay for her own cab."
She came upstairs looking all nice, dressed all provocative and shit, like she
was ready for a prom date.
So we're all sitting there talking, and she's
making me uncomfortable, because instead of sitting with Nigel and them, she's
sitting on the arm of my chair. And Nigel and Trevor are looking at her like a
chicken, like she's, like, food. It's a real uncomfortable situation. So I'm
thinking, Okay, I'm going to take her to the room and get a massage. I'm
thinking about being with her that night at Nell's. So we get in the room, I'm
laying on my stomach, she's massaging my back. I turn around. She starts
massaging my front. This lasted for about a half an hour. In between, we would
stop and kiss each other. I'm thinking she's about to give me another blow job.
But before she could do that, some ni**as came in, and I froze up more than she
froze up. If she would have said anything, I would have said, "Hold on, let
me finish." But I can't say nothing, because she's not saying nothing. How
do I look saying, "Hold on"? That would be like I'm making her my
girl.
So they came and they started touching her a**. They going, "Oooh,
she's got a nice a**." Nigel isn't touching her, but I can hear his voice
leading it, like, "Put her panties down, put her pantyhose down." I
just got up and walked out the room.
When I went to the other suite,
Man-man told me that Talibah, my publicist at the time, had been there for a
while and was waiting in the bedroom of that suite. I went to see Talibah and we
talked about what she had been doing during the day, then I went and laid down
on the couch and went to sleep. When I woke up, Nigel was standing over me
going, "Pac, Pac," and all the lights was on in both rooms. The whole
mood had changed, you know what I'm saying? I felt like I was drugged. I didn't
know how much time had passed. So when I woke up, it was, like, "You're
going to the police, you're going to the police." Nigel walks out the room,
comes back with the girl. Her clothes is on; ain't nothing tore. She just upset,
crying hysterically. "Why you let them do this to me?" She's not
making sense. "I came to see you. You let them do this to me." I'm,
like, "I don't got time for this shit right here. You got to chill out with
that shit. Stop yelling at me and looking at me all crazy." She said,
"This not the last time you're going to hear from me," and slammed the
door. And Nigel goes, "Don't worry about it, Pac, don't worry. I'll handle
it. She just tripping." I asked him what happened, and he was, like,
"Too many ni**as." You know, I ain't even tripping no more, you know?
ni**as start going downstairs, but nobody was coming back upstairs. I'm sitting
upstairs smoking weed, like, Where the f*ck is everybody at? Then I get a call
from Talibah from the lobby saying, "The police is down here."
And
that's what landed you in jail. But you're saying that you never did anything?
Never
did nothing. Only thing I saw was all three of them in there and that ni**a
talking about how fat her a** was. I got up, because the ni**a sounded sick. I
don't know if she's with these ni**as, or if she's mad at me for not protecting
her. But I know I feel ashamed-because I wanted to be accepted and because I
didn't want no harm done to me-I didn't say nothing.
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