2pac: greatest rapper Alive

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Hey there guy for only flew chapter I am going take you to future in 2001.

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December 12, 2001 – Los Angeles

Radio 92.3 FM – Hosted by Big Boy

The intro music played, signaling the start of another classic episode of Big Boy's Neighborhood on 92.3 FM, the heart of hip-hop in Los Angeles. The energy in the studio was high as Big Boy leaned into the mic, his voice booming with enthusiasm.

"Welcome back to 92.3 FM, the realest hip-hop station in L.A.! It's your boy, Big Boy, and today, we got a legend in the building—someone who was part of one of the most iconic rap groups ever. I'm talkin' about N.W.A, man! You already know who it is... DJ Yella, what's good, my guy?"

A wave of applause filled the studio, followed by laughter as DJ Yella grabbed the mic, his laid-back demeanor instantly felt.

"Man, it's good to be here, Big. You already know!"

Big Boy grinned. "Of course, man! You're a legend. We grew up listening to you and the whole N.W.A movement. You guys changed hip-hop forever."

Yella nodded with a chuckle. "Yeah, man. We didn't even know at the time how big it was gon' be, but looking back... man, it's crazy."

Big Boy leaned forward. "It really is. But before we get into all that, man, how you been? What's life like for DJ Yella in 2001?"

Life After N.W.A – DJ Yella's Story

Yella smiled, adjusting his headphones. "Man, life is good. Real good. I ain't gon' lie, it's different from back in the day, but I'm chillin'. I ain't really on that whole rap industry thing no more. I moved on, you feel me?"

"For real?" Big Boy asked, sounding surprised. "So you ain't producing no more?"

Yella shook his head. "Nah, man. I did for a little while after N.W.A, but then I just kinda… I don't know, I lost interest in the whole music industry. I started focusing on other things."

"Like what?"

"Man, believe it or not, I went into the film business. Not Hollywood, though."

Big Boy raised an eyebrow. "Wait, hold up. What you mean 'not Hollywood'?"

Yella laughed. "Aight, so check this out… I started producing adult films."

Big Boy's eyes widened before he burst into laughter. "No way! Yo, you serious?!"

Yella nodded, laughing along. "Yeah, man. Straight up. I been doin' it for years now. It's a different world, but it pays the bills, you know?"

"Damn, that's wild, man! So, you out here making a whole different type of entertainment."

"Hey, entertainment is entertainment, right?" Yella joked.

"Facts!" Big Boy said, still laughing.

The conversation shifted to Yella's personal life, where he revealed that he was living a much quieter, more relaxed life compared to the chaos of the N.W.A days.

"I ain't out here wildin' no more. I got a nice little spot, got my own businesses, and I just keep to myself. No drama, no beef, just livin'."

"Man, that's dope. It's good to hear you in a good place."

Yella nodded. "Yeah, man. I seen a lot of crazy things in my time, and at some point, you just wanna step away from all that."

Big Boy smirked. "But I gotta ask, though… you ever miss it? The music, the shows, the energy?"

Yella thought for a moment before answering. "Man… sometimes. When I see a big hip-hop event or hear some classic records, I get that little itch, like, 'Damn, I used to be in the middle of all that.' But I don't regret stepping away. The game changed. The industry is different now."

Big Boy nodded. "Yeah, man, hip-hop ain't the same as it was in the late '80s, early '90s. Different vibe now."

Yella chuckled. "Hell yeah. Back then, we was just doin' it. We wasn't thinkin' about charts, about corporate deals, none of that. Now? Man, it's a whole business. Labels control everything."

Big Boy suddenly shifted gears. "Let me ask you something, Yella. Do you think Tupac has become bigger than Michael Jackson in the music industry?"

Yella leaned forward, considering his words carefully. "Nah, Tupac ain't bigger than Michael Jackson… yet. But if you compare their fans? That's a different conversation."

Big Boy raised an eyebrow. "What you mean?"

Yella smirked. "Both got crazy fan bases, but Pac's following? That's a whole different level. It's like a cult, man. Let me give you an example."

He continued, "Say Michael Jackson got 400 million fans—now, these are just examples, not real numbers. And let's say Tupac got 300 million fans. Michael got the bigger number, right? But here's the thing… out of that 400 million, maybe 20 million are hardcore, ride-or-die fans. But for Tupac? Out of his 300 million, at least 60 million are hardcore. That's three times more."

Big Boy nodded. "I get what you're saying. Pac's fans ain't just casual listeners. They live his music."

"Exactly!" Yella said. "The reason Pac got that cult-like following is 'cause he touched people's souls. You listen to Michael for entertainment. You listen to Tupac for the message. He made music that hit people in ways most artists can't."

Big Boy leaned back. "That's real. Pac's music can change your life."

"That's why his fans are so loyal," Yella added. "They remember every lesson, every message. Pac gave people something deeper than just music."

Big Boy nodded. "Man, you just put it in a way I never thought about before. That's powerful."

Big Boy sighed. "It's real. But speaking of back then, we gotta talk about the history, man. You know what the fans wanna hear."

Big Boy leaned back in his chair. "Crazy, right? And, you know, a lot of fans still talk about the history, especially the beefs, the drama... everything that went down in the late '80s and early '90s."

"Oh yeah, for sure. That was a wild time."

Big Boy chuckled. "So let's talk, man. We or, I mean, the fans, we all know that the beef between Tupac and N.W.A. started because of the media. But... is there a bigger story behind it? Something that we, as fans, haven't heard yet?"

Yella exhaled, nodding slowly.

"By the way, are you comfortable talking about this?" Big Boy asked.

Yella smiled. "Oh yeah, you can ask me this question."

Big Boy leaned forward. "Alright then, let's get into it."

Yella took a deep breath before speaking.

"And the answer to your last question is... yes. There is a huge story behind it, something that happened way before the media even started talking about it. The truth is, this beef started long before people even realized."

Big Boy raised his eyebrows. "Oh damn. So you're saying the beef wasn't just media hype?"

"Nah, man," Yella shook his head. "There's way more to it than what people know."

Big Boy smirked. "Well, damn, Yella, don't leave us hangin'! What really happened?"

Yella chuckled. "Man... that's a long story. But if we gon' talk about it, we gotta go back to the beginning."

Big Boy leaned in even closer, now fully locked into the conversation.

"Alright, let's go back. When was the first time you realized things weren't cool between Tupac and N.W.A.?"

Yella exhaled. "Man… to be honest, we didn't even see it coming at first. Tupac was like family, you feel me? Even after he left the group, we still thought everything was cool. But behind the scenes? Shit was startin' to change."

"Like what?"

"Man, you gotta understand… when Tupac left N.W.A., it wasn't just a regular 'leave the group' type of thing. There was tension. Not at first, but it built up. The industry, the labels, the media—they played a part in it. But there was something deeper that happened before all that."

Big Boy's eyes widened. "Wait, so you saying something personal went down before the media even got involved?"

Yella nodded. "Yeah, man. Something happened behind closed doors, and that's what really set it off. The public only saw the media side of it, but the real story? Man… that's a whole different thing."

Big Boy was now fully intrigued, as was everyone listening.

"Damn, Yella. You gotta tell us. What really happened?"

Yella smirked, then leaned back in his chair.

"Alright, man… let's take it back to the beginning."

[Chapter Ends]