2pac: greatest rapper Alive

December 12, 2001 – Los Angeles

Radio 92.3 FM – Hosted by Big Boy

The studio buzzed with energy as Big Boy and DJ Yella sat across from each other, locked into the conversation. The listeners were already hooked, and Big Boy knew they had struck gold with this story.

DJ Yella leaned back in his chair, adjusting his mic before continuing.

"So the story starts right after, ummm, I think Tupac released his first single( dance with the devil) . Yeah, that's right. To celebrate the success, he comes to this L.A. club that we—N.W.A—always went to."

Big Boy raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Oh damn, so y'all were already in the spot?"

Yella nodded. "Yeah, man. Same night, same club. We chillin', drinkin', havin' a good time. And then, we see Tupac and his crew walk in."

Big Boy smirked. "Oh man, this soundin' like a movie already."

Yella laughed. "Bruh, I swear to God, this was some real-life movie shit."

The atmosphere in the studio was electric. The anticipation in Big Boy's voice mirrored the energy of thousands of listeners tuned in across L.A.

Yella continued, his voice taking on a storytelling rhythm. "So the moment Tupac sees us, he immediately walks over."

Big Boy leaned in closer. "Oh, so Pac didn't hesitate?"

"Nah, not at all," Yella said, shaking his head. "He walked straight up, no hesitation. He was all smiles, you feel me? Real friendly, like, 'What's up, cuz?' and 'How you doin', homie?'"

Tupac's POV –

Tupac stepped into the club with his crew, feeling good. His debut single had dropped, and the success was undeniable. He wasn't in the mood for drama—he just wanted to celebrate. When he spotted N.W.A., he didn't think twice. To him, these were still his homies.

With a confident stride, Tupac walked straight up to them, dapping them up one by one. He reached out to Yella, then Ren, and just as he was about to greet another member—

BAM!

A fist connected with his face.

Back to the Interview

Big Boy's eyes widened. "Wait, hold up, hold up! You sayin' Dr. Dre just walked up and straight up punched Tupac in the face?!"

Yella nodded, his expression serious. "Yup. Just like that. Outta nowhere. I mean, one second Tupac is givin' handshakes, all smiles, and the next second—BOOM—Dre swings on him."

Big Boy let out a long breath. "Damn, I ain't expectin' that one! What happened next?"

Yella smirked. "See, here's the thing—even though Tupac didn't have that many people with him… he had many people with him. You know what I mean?"

Big Boy nodded knowingly. "Ohhh, I see what you sayin'. Numbers ain't everything when it come to loyalty."

Yella laughed. "Exactly. And, man, I ain't jokin'. I swear to my God—this really happened. It sound like a movie, I know. But the moment Dre hit Tupac, his whole crew jumped up, ready to throw down. Now, we had like fifty people with us. Pac? He had, what? Ten? But, bruh, his ten was ready to go to war right there in that club."

Big Boy's mouth dropped. "Wait, wait, wait—so you tellin' me, even though y'all had fifty heads, Tupac's people didn't back down?"

Yella shook his head. "Not even a little bit. They was ready. Tensions went through the roof, everybody on edge, and Tupac? Man, you could see the fire in his eyes. He was about to swing back, but then—he just yells, 'STOP!' The loudest voice in the whole damn club."

Big Boy shook his head in disbelief. "Man… this sound crazy. What happened after that?"

Yella exhaled. "After Tupac yelled 'STOP,' the energy shifted. It was like time froze. Everybody was waitin' to see what he was gonna do next. But instead of throwin' punches, he just looked Dre dead in the eyes and shook his head. Then, he turned to his crew and told 'em, 'We out.'"

Big Boy nodded slowly. "Damn. That's some real power right there."

"Yeah," Yella said. "And that moment? That was the turning point. That's when everything changed for Tupac. Up until then, he still saw us as his homies. But after that punch? Nah. That was it. He realized—'We ain't homies no more.'"

Big Boy sat back, shaking his head. "Damn, man. That's heavy. One punch changed everything."

Yella nodded. "Yup. That was the moment. From that night on, Tupac saw us different."

Big Boy chuckled, then smirked. "Alright, but lemme ask you this—if y'all had really fought, who do you think woulda won?"

Yella laughed. "Big, it ain't as simple as you think. 'Cause from the start, we never even thought about fightin' Tupac. You gotta understand—Tupac had the whole city of Compton behind him."

Big Boy's eyes widened. "Ohhh shit. Now that's a different level of backing right there."

Yella leaned forward. "Bruh, in Compton? No matter who you are—even Michael Jackson himself—people ain't gonna care that much. But Tupac? Oh, man…"

Big Boy started laughing. "Damn, you sayin' not even Michael Jackson coulda got love like Tupac in Compton?"

Yella grinned. "Not even close, bruh. Let me tell you this—even Eazy-E, and that's my guy, right? Even he wasn't as big in Compton as Tupac was. I mean, in Compton? No one could touch Tupac. He was untouchable."

Big Boy let out a low whistle. "Man, that's deep. And that's sayin' somethin', too, 'cause Eazy was a legend in Compton."

Yella nodded. "Yeah, but see, Tupac wasn't just a rapper to them. He was one of them. He was fightin' for them, speakin' for them. That's why his love in Compton was different."

Big Boy sat back, rubbing his chin. "Man, this whole thing is crazy. That one punch from Dre really changed everything, huh?"

Yella smirked. "Yeah, Big. That was the night the beef became real. And after that? Well… you already know how the history played out."

Big Boy exhaled deeply. "Damn. This is some legendary shit, Yella. You droppin' gems today, man."

Yella chuckled. "Hey, man, just tellin' the truth."

Big Boy leaned back into the mic. "Yo, to everybody listenin'—y'all just got an exclusive right here on 92.3 FM. You ain't gon' hear this story anywhere else! Big shoutout to DJ Yella for keepin' it real with us today."

The studio erupted in applause as Yella sat back, nodding.

"Man, we ain't done yet," Big Boy said with a grin. "We gotta talk about what happened next."

"Oh yeah," Yella smirked. "The story ain't over."

[To Be Continued…]