This is a short story based on the death of legendary American rapper, Tupac Shakur. I will get back to my other story later this month.

The Death of Mr. Shakur

By

Olumide Odusanya


© 2019 Olumide Odusanya





This story is based on true events. It was inspired by the confessions of “Southside Crips” member, Duane “Keefe D” Davis. Although he wasn’t the one that pulled the trigger, he was in the infamous white Cadillac with the man that shot and killed Tupac Shakur on September 7th, 1996.

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” – Isaac Newton


8:15pm, September 7th, 1996


The Bruce Seldon versus Mike Tyson fight went down at the MGM Grand Arena Garden in Las Vegas, on the 7th of September 1996. Tyson had been known for knocking out his opponents quickly, but people thought Seldon would give Tyson a tough time and at least make it past the first round. People got disappointed when Tyson knocked Seldon out within 2 minutes of the first round. Chants of “Fix!” could be heard in the crowd, as people had the notion the fight had been fixed.

Orlando Anderson had quickly made his way out of the arena to lobby of the MGM Grand immediately after the fight to avoid moving out with the crowd. The place had white lights everywhere and looked as bright as day, even thought it was dark outside. He was waiting for his uncle Keefe D and the rest of his posse. The tickets they had gotten for the fight had placed them at different seats, so they had agreed to meet at this spot. He stood at 6 ft 1, athletic build, with a short Afro, and thick eyebrows. With the crowd of mostly formally dressed white people he stood out in the baggy jeans and big white football jersey he had on.

Orlando was a member of the notorious Los Angeles gang, The Crips. His own subgroup was the Southside Crips. Although just 21, he was a respected member in the set because of his uncle, Keefe D, the leader of the Southside Crips. Keefe D was not just your everyday gang member he was also a very rich drug dealer. Orlando always rolled with his uncle, and lived the life rappers could only dream about. Keefe’s connect was a young Columbian in America who supplied him Peruvian grade A cocaine straight from Pablo Escobar’s Medellin Cartel. Sometimes he would give Keefe as much as 100 kilos of Cocaine upfront, so money was never a problem with Keefe and his crew.

Orlando started getting restless as he stood at the brightly lit lobby of the MGM Grand, watching people come out of the fight arena in droves. He was wondering what was taking his uncle and the rest of his crew so long when he heard a female voice shout out “Baby Lane!” It had to be someone from LA, he thought to himself as he turned to his left side to see who was calling him by his nickname. He recognized her as a stripper from one of the clubs he frequented a lot in Compton, Los Angeles. She was petite and he bent a little to hold her in an embrace. “I had a feeling I’d see your fine ass here.” She said when they pulled away from each other. She was probably a few years older than Orlando, but money and power made her respect him. He smiled at her, not saying anything back as he couldn’t remember her name. She had a killer body and looked great in the white jumpsuit she had on. He held her hand up high, and spun her around, 360 degrees. She smiled, stood on her tippy toes and said in a seductive voice “come see me when you get back to LA okay.”

He was watching her cat walk away, admiring her apple shaped butt when from the corner of his eye he saw a group of men walking towards him in an aggressive manner. He turned around to face them and the first person he recognized was the towering death row records C.E.O, Suge Knight. And then he saw Tupac looking angry and saying something he couldn’t hear. The orange colored silk long sleeve shirt Pac had on danced around as he moved his hands in an angry manner. Before Orlando could figure out what was going on, Tupac had hit him in the jaw with his fist. He staggered back, and the rest of Pac’s crew jumped in, punching and slapping Orlando, till he fell to the floor. And then they started kicking him.

A few Casino security guards came to the scene quickly, and pulled off the half a dozen men from Orlando. The whole thing happened so fast, and it left Orlando’s head spinning. Not only from the punches and kicks that had landed on his head, but from the fact that Tupac had had the nerve to stomp him out in public. “Sir, are you okay? Are you okay?” He heard the middle-aged white security guard repeat as he helped him to his feet. About five security guards surrounded him now, not to detain him, but to protect him. Orlando nodded at the concerned man and said, “I’m okay.” He had his eyes focused on Tupac’s entourage moving fast through the crowd, towards another of the casino’s exits. He had a smile on his face as he shook his head at them.

……….

After driving around Las Vegas for a while, they had found a scanty liquor store parking lot to park the white Cadillac and plan their next line of action. Orlondo Anderson was sitting in the back seat, directly behind his uncle Keefe D. While Keefe D wanted them to return to Los Angeles and plan their move, Orlando wanted them to strike tonight. Suge and his crew would never think they would hit back immediately, and it might be a great tactic, but Keefe didn’t want to go along with it. The other two people in the car had very little say in the matter.

The car had been quiet for a while before Orlando said in a low voice, “Unc, there is no way I am going back to LA without hitting these guys. What would people say? What would people say unc?”

He was right. Word would get out fast that Tupac, a civilian had had the audacity to punch Baby Lane without any repercussions. The Southside Crips had a reputation of being the toughest and the most ruthless gang in LA, and this would definitely tarnish their image. More people would test them if Tupac wasn’t G-checked.

Keefe D had provided security for Puff Daddy on many occasions when the Bad boy crew was in Los Angeles because. Keefe started thinking if Baby Lane went ahead with the hit, it might be like a favor to Puff and Biggie as Tupac was their enemy. He thought about this angle to the whole thing for a while, and it made a lot of sense to him. “DeAndre, start up the car, let’s go to 662.” He said and turned around to face Orlando. They stared each other dead in the eye for a few seconds and then Keefe nodded his head at Orlando. A smile appeared on Orlando’s face.


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Suge Knight was a Blood gang member, and he had a couple of his fellow gang members follow him around most times. Even though his artists, Snoop Dogg and Kurupt were Crips, there were a lot of blood gang members in the Death Row entourage at any given time. Earlier that day, there had been a little gang fight in a store, involving some Death Row Bloods and some Southside Crips, which ended with Crips overpowering the Bloods- Orlando Anderson was amongst the Crips in the fight. One of the Bloods that got beat up in the fight was part of the Death Row entourage, and as soon as he saw Orlando Anderson at the MGM Grand lobby, he had quickly called the attention of his fellow crew members to him. Even though Tupac wasn’t a gang member, he took it upon himself to defend the honor of Death Row records and went ahead to punch Orlando in the jaw. He had had no idea the magnitude of what he had just done.

Suge was sitting on a king-size bed in one of the rooms of his Vegas mansion, thinking. By the time he had recognized Orlando Anderson as Keefe D’s nephew, it was too late. Tupac had already punched him, and the rest of the crew had jumped him. Unlike Tupac, he knew the ramifications of what Tupac had just done. You don’t stomp out a highly ranked gang member without retaliation.

They were supposed to have headed out to his club, 662 to party after the Tyson fight, but he was delaying the move. It was unlikely that the Southside Crips would plan a hit the same night, but he wanted to be careful. He made a few calls to beef up security at the club, and briefed his head of security on the impending danger. “What’s up big homie; are we heading to the club or nah?” Tupac said as he walked into the room, wearing a green basketball jersey. He was full of life oblivious of the war he had just started.

Suge cleared his throat and got off the bed before saying, “Let’s head out.”

Tupac started reciting the lyrics of his hit song, California Love as they stepped out the room, hyped about the fun they were going to catch. As much as Tupac loved to work, he also loved women and fun.

Suge made the Death Row security go out first to do a quick surveillance of the compound before the rest of the crew went stepped out. They were about a dozen in total, and they had three cars and a van. The security team rode in the van, Tupac’s clique, The Outlawz rode in a Lexus, Suge’s goons were in a Toyoya Supra, and Suge was in a BMW 7 Series. “Hey Pac, role with me.” Suge said as Tupac was about getting into the Lexus with his Outlawz crew. Keefe D and Suge Knight had known each other since they were teenagers, and Suge felt if anything was to go down, Tupac would be safest with him.

The four vehicles rode out, with the BMW leading the convoy.

I hope this makes front page.

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Orlando Anderson, Keefe D and his crew had driven down to Suge’s club as they had gotten information that that was where Tupac would be partying that night. But after snooping around the place, they found out Tupac had not gotten there. They stayed outside the club for about an hour and left the place around 10:00pm when Suge’s club security kept looking in their direction. The last thing they wanted was for Suge and Pac to know what they were planning. They drove back to the liquor store they had been parked outside earlier, bought a bottle of gin started drinking in the Cadillac.

Very few words were spoken as they passed the drink around. Each man was deep in thought of what was about to happen. They were just about to kill the biggest rapper in the world. The big man behind the wheel, DeAndre, thought of talking his friend, Orlando Anderson out of it, but that would be going against the codes of their gang. If any member of the set is disrespected in anyway, the whole set is disrespected, and it is the responsibility of the whole set to handle the situation expeditiously. Damn! If only Tupac had stayed out of the whole gang issue, he thought to himself as he took a swig of the drink and passed the bottle to Keefe D beside him. Keefe took a swig from the bottle, cleared his throat before saying, “let’s head out again.”

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They were driving down East Flamingo road in Vegas when they saw a convoy of cars heading towards club 662. They guessed it had to be the Death Row crew, but weren’t sure till a few girls on the sidewalk started shouting out, Tupac! Tupac!! Tupac popped out of the sunroof of the black BMW 7 series and started waving at the fans. Keefe D and the boys made a u-turn and started tailing the convoy at a safe distance as they planned their next move. They had just one gun, a Glock 40, and it was with Orlando Anderson in the back seat. He cocked the black pistol and exhaled as he looked ahead.

When the convoy finally stopped at a red light, the white Cadillac pulled up from behind them, drove slowly past the car with Suge’s goons, past the car with The Outlawz, past the van with death row security, and pulled up beside the BMW. Suge looked to his right and recognized Keefe D in the front passenger seat of the white Cadillac. He immediately made a move to drive off when, from the back seat of the Cadillac, Orlando opened fire. Paa! Paa! Paa!

The first shot grazed the back of Suge’s head, hit the car window, and sent glass flying in the air. Tupac’s survival instincts instantly kicked in, and he tried to jump to the back seat. That was his biggest mistake, as became a clearer target in that instant. The next four shots went into him; his pelvis, his arm, his chest, and his thigh. He collapsed on the center console. A few more shots were fired, hitting the back door of the car as Suge tried to drive away from the scene.

After letting off 8 shots, the white Cadillac drove off. Suge’s goon, Buntry went in hot pursuit, and even fired a few shots at the Cadillac. But after getting fired back at and the windshield of his Toyota getting shattered in the process, he had to stop, and drive back to the scene to see how badly Tupac and Suge had been hit.

Suge had successfully made a u-turn and driven to a safe distant. There was complete pandemonium on East Flamingo road; crowd gathering around the BMW, people wailing, some crying, Suge Knights with blood gushing out the back of his head still barking out orders to his crew. In no time, police arrived, and helped get a wounded Tupac out of the black BMW. Sergeant Chris Carroll, the first responder cop at the scene lay Pac on the floor and tried to get him to speak on what had happened. Tupac looked up at him with a frown on his face as he tried to get his breath. “F*ck you!” He finally managed to say before passing out. Those were his last words.

Paramedics got on the scene minutes later and took Tupac to Universal Medical center, where doctors worked tirelessly on trying to save his life. He had a damaged lung, and was kept on life support. He finally passed away six days later, on September 13th, 1996, at the age of 25.

After Tupac died, a war amongst the Bloods and Southside Crips broke out, leading to 5 deaths total on both sides within a 2-week period. Although Orlando Anderson was killed two years later in a gang related shooting, his deaths wasn’t linked to the Tupac incidence. Keefe D is the only surviving person from the hit squad that killed Tupac, and he confessed to the police all that went down that night, with an agreement that his confession couldn’t be used against him.

The End

interesting

Threads like these should be on Fp,but hey!!!
9ja people must let stupidity take the lead in every single thing they do.

Nice one Kayo
Reminds me of that "All Eyes On Me" Movie, Rest on Pac

Nice one but tupqc is dead jor his memory lives on

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Nice one but tupqc is dead jor his memory lives on

Yea, Tupac's will live forever in all our minds. The guy was much more than a rapper.

Nice One Op... I wish his Cousin Kadafi was alive.. The guy was shot few day's after pac died..

Wow....well done OP

All eyez on me

hmnm...Af read dis stories countles times, af watched animation video also on youtube, even after reading this, i stil dnt af enuf of it. i jst wish i cud b there to witnes it myself... damn
HOW DO I KNW PAC?
Til nw i stil dnt af d perfect pic of hw 2pac got to my subconscious state of mind. al i remembered was i saw alot of his shirtless and bandana wallpaper
then people talk bout Pac in a diff way i hear dem talked bout Wayne, yeah , d rapper i grew up knowing, Wayne and jzee even talked bout him in a song tittle Mr Carter. at dis time i stil dnt knw much bout pac until dagrin put his name and picture, willingles to knw him.
HOW BIGGIE GET IN
Most of us remember Mr ibu(john okafor and osita iheme) if u remember particularly scene where osita sings or rap for dis girl he crush on, d girl was so big. then osita rap notorious biggie song-bigi bigi baby do u love me- later sometin dat turns to be davido intro on assurance.
The first time i checked 2pac on goggle Biggy was also the news sumtin like...

Biggest rivalry between two American finest rapper
Bro 2pac death story is not completed without Biggy death story...
I started listening to Biggy song i ignored Pac(mistake i made)
"Man wey dey reason" an literature here nairaland takes me back to Pac
Bro Biggie dey rap more on pussy not on reality
So i got myself 2Pac mixtapes
Bro i cnt get enuf of it
i cnt lie im a weed smoker not a chronic one though, so i cn tel d best feeling and undastanding u cud af of a reality of a THUG'S LIFE its when u smoke a joint or two, then loud to steroe and start listening to songs like
Brenda got a baby
Thugs life
keep ur head up
dear mama
dying in LA
Carliforna love
me and my gf
hit em up
bro and so on
yu gonna learn alot about al dis group in dis writeup. Beside u knw dat one word dnt exist in a street dictionary which is TRUST
dose of u guys wey wan kil una bkus of toto
read bout FAITH EVANS
read bout MAKAVELI
7 DAYS THEORY
God bles the writer, viewers and the writeup
i so much lv dis