It was September 7, 1996. I was in Las Vegas, right? We were just out there for the Mike Tyson fight. I was feeling the energy, vibing off the crowd, just living in the moment. And that night, I wasn’t thinking about death. Hell, nobody ever thinks about it when they’re young and on top. You think you’re invincible. But when you're in this world, in the streets, you know the game’s different. The higher you rise, the harder the fall. But let’s be clear: It wasn’t just one thing. It wasn’t just the East Coast vs. West Coast beef. It wasn’t just Pac vs. Biggie, or even the media trying to create these battles. It was something deeper. The system, the industry, the streets—they all wanted me to be a certain way. They wanted me to fit in this box. But I refused. I refused to stay silent. I’d been in and out of jail, fighting charges, dealing with lawsuits. The label, the cops, the fans—they were all watching me like I was a puppet on a string. But I wasn’t playing their game. I was out here trying to spark change, using my voice, my words, my music. I was telling my truth. But see, not everybody’s ready for the truth. And the truth... the truth can be dangerous.