"The Life And Times Of Prophecy"
Convicted Felon Dexter Isaacs has released a statement from prison, confessing to be the shooter of Tupac’s Infamous 1994 shooting at Quad Studios in Times Square, New York City.
This was the infamous robbery/shooting which left Tupac with 5 bullet holes, and one grazing his head and testicle. This shooting is what later sparked the historic East Coast / West Coast Beef which led to the slaying of both Tupac Shakur, who was shot in Las Vegas on September 7th, 1996 and later dying on September 13th, and the death of Christopher Wallace in Los Angeles on March 9th, 1997 in front of the Petersen Automotive Museum. Tupac consistently referred to the shooting incident as being an orchestrated hit, involving Biggie, Puffy, Bad Boy Entertainment, Andre Harrell, Little Shawn of Junior Mafia and “Stretch” a man later found to be an FBI Informant.
Tupac’s murder, who would have been 40 years old tomorrow, June 16th, and Biggie’s remain a mystery. But according to Dexter Isaacs, he was paid a measly $2,500 for the hit on Tupac in 1994 by Jimmy “Henchman” Rosemond, President of Henchmen Entertainment.
Rosemond’s legal team has denied the allegations, but Isaac’s statement reads:
“I want to apologize to his family [Tupac Shakur] and for the mistake I did for that sucker [Jimmy Henchman], I am trying to clean it up to give [Tupac and Biggie’s] mothers some closure.”
I guess he finally realized he was part of what led to the demise of quite possibly the greatest Hip-Hop Artist and one of the most powerful minds and souls of all time.
Let’s hope these events lead to more discovery of what really happened nearly 15 years ago, taking away the lives of the greatest we will ever know in Hip-Hop.
Tupac also gave reference to this shooting in his song “Only God Can Judge Me”
I hear the Doctor standin’ over me, Screamin I can make it
Got a Body full of Bullet-holes layin’ here naked… Still I
Can’t Breathe, something’s evil in my IV
Cause Everytime I breathe, I think they killin’ me
I’m havin’ nightmares, homicidal fantasies
I wake up stranglin’, Danglin my bedsheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn’t miss.
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember but it hurts
I’m walkin’ through the cemetery talkin to the dirt
I’d rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There’s a Ghetto up in Heaven and it’s Ours, “Black Power!”
Is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
and our fate is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama can ya save me?
And fu@k Peace cause the streets got our babies, We gotta eat
No more hesitation, each and every black male’s trapped
And they wonder why we’re suicidal, runnin’ round strapped
Mister Police, please try to see
That it’s a Million Motherfu@kers stressin’ Just like me
Only God Can Judge me