Seems like the bitch is tellin lies to promote her book.All the rumours about Tupac fuckin Faith and she just now decides to speak on it?
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The alleged tryst between Tupac and Biggie’s wife Faith are the tales the illest dramas are made of. But, Faith reveals at length what she says actually happened between her and the slain rapper. Check it out. The book is called “Keep The Faith.”
"You know, I love New York," [Tupac] said. "But I'm not f*cking with New York right now."
The air in the room seemed to get really thick all of a sudden. His demeanor had changed so quickly that I was truly afraid.
"Really?" I asked. "Why is that!"
"'Cause n*ggas set me up that night. You know that right!"
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He was staring at me like he thought I was the one who set him up.
"You don't really believe that bullsh*I," I said.
"I'm telling you ... n*ggas set me up," he said in a low voice.
"Look, Pac. I just need to get my check and then I have to go ..."
"The situation with the money is like this," he said. "If I give it to you, then you my b*tch."
I got up and moved father away from where he was standing.
"I'm not anybody's b*tch," I said, trying to keep my voice even and steady.
"You Biggie's b***h."
I thought about how people always got sh*t wrong. He was probably thinking about the song "Me & My B*tch." And I wasn't with Big when he made that record.
"I'm his wife."
"I though y'all broke up?" he asked
"We still married."
"Whatever."
"Look," I said. "You hired me to do a song, I did it. I want my money and that's it."
"Oh word, it's like that? You just want your money?"
"You told me it wouldn't be a problem," I said. "The only reason I came up here is because you said ..."
"So you not trying to suck my d**k?"
"What!" I screamed. "What are you talking about!"
Tupac raised his voice. "You know you want to suck my d**k, b*tch! Don't f*cking lie." I burst into tears and grabbed my phone. "I have to get out of here."
Tupac kept going. He was making no sense, cursing and yelling. He said something about Big and the East Coast.
"But ... but ... I thought y'all was friends," I said. At this point, I could barely speak clearly because I was crying so hard.
"Whatever. You know you wanna be my b*tch," he said, before going into the bedroom area and slamming the door.
As soon as I got my things together to leave, Tupac came back to the common area.
"Where the f*ck are you going!" he asked.
"I don't know what you thought," I said. "I really don't. But it's not like that."
Tupac nodded slowly, staring at me intently. He wasn't ranting or screaming anymore. But he had this very sinister smile on his face. I kept looking around the room because I felt like something was about to happen to me. I wasn't sure if these guys were coming back or what. But something was wrong.
"It's not like that?" he kept saying over and over again and nodding. "Well ai-ight then, f*cking b*tch. You want to leave! Tell the driver to take you home. The limo is still out there. Get the f*ck out.."
Discuss....
The alleged tryst between Tupac and Biggie’s wife Faith are the tales the illest dramas are made of. But, Faith reveals at length what she says actually happened between her and the slain rapper. Check it out. The book is called “Keep The Faith.”
"You know, I love New York," [Tupac] said. "But I'm not f*cking with New York right now."
The air in the room seemed to get really thick all of a sudden. His demeanor had changed so quickly that I was truly afraid.
"Really?" I asked. "Why is that!"
"'Cause n*ggas set me up that night. You know that right!"
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He was staring at me like he thought I was the one who set him up.
"You don't really believe that bullsh*I," I said.
"I'm telling you ... n*ggas set me up," he said in a low voice.
"Look, Pac. I just need to get my check and then I have to go ..."
"The situation with the money is like this," he said. "If I give it to you, then you my b*tch."
I got up and moved father away from where he was standing.
"I'm not anybody's b*tch," I said, trying to keep my voice even and steady.
"You Biggie's b***h."
I thought about how people always got sh*t wrong. He was probably thinking about the song "Me & My B*tch." And I wasn't with Big when he made that record.
"I'm his wife."
"I though y'all broke up?" he asked
"We still married."
"Whatever."
"Look," I said. "You hired me to do a song, I did it. I want my money and that's it."
"Oh word, it's like that? You just want your money?"
"You told me it wouldn't be a problem," I said. "The only reason I came up here is because you said ..."
"So you not trying to suck my d**k?"
"What!" I screamed. "What are you talking about!"
Tupac raised his voice. "You know you want to suck my d**k, b*tch! Don't f*cking lie." I burst into tears and grabbed my phone. "I have to get out of here."
Tupac kept going. He was making no sense, cursing and yelling. He said something about Big and the East Coast.
"But ... but ... I thought y'all was friends," I said. At this point, I could barely speak clearly because I was crying so hard.
"Whatever. You know you wanna be my b*tch," he said, before going into the bedroom area and slamming the door.
As soon as I got my things together to leave, Tupac came back to the common area.
"Where the f*ck are you going!" he asked.
"I don't know what you thought," I said. "I really don't. But it's not like that."
Tupac nodded slowly, staring at me intently. He wasn't ranting or screaming anymore. But he had this very sinister smile on his face. I kept looking around the room because I felt like something was about to happen to me. I wasn't sure if these guys were coming back or what. But something was wrong.
"It's not like that?" he kept saying over and over again and nodding. "Well ai-ight then, f*cking b*tch. You want to leave! Tell the driver to take you home. The limo is still out there. Get the f*ck out.."
