What Really Happened On 2Pac’s “To Live And Die In LA” Set


What Really Happened On 2Pac’s “To Live And Die In LA” Set

It’s #OldSchoolSaturday looking back on one of the last music videos ever filmed with Tupac Shakur called “To Live & Die In LA” from the classic “Makaveli 7 Day Theory” album in 1996.

Two starring women that rode in the iconic yellow car were Lashelle (Suge Knight’s Cousin) and Onika. The two women that were in the front seat of the Yellow Lowrider of the “To Live & Die In LA” music video reveal how the music video came about and reveals behind-the-scenes stories from filming the music video.


The music video is still a favorite as it is considered the sequel to Tupac’s “California Love” two part visuals. As shown above, the video captured the essence of Los Angeles. Watch the visuals below.

Check out the lyrics to the single as Tupac describes living life on the west coast of the United States.


Street Science, you’re on the air, Static
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac’s new one? Static
I love Tupac’s new record, Static
Right but don’t you feel like that creates, Static
A tension between East and West? Static
He’s talking about killing people, Static
I had sex with your wife and not in those words, Static
But he’s talking about I wanna see you deceased, Static
No doubt, to live and die in L.A.
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
And everybody got love
To live and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it’s hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin’
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted ’bout it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin’ to floss on him
Blind to a broken man’s dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessin’, plea bargain
Ain’t an option now, so I’m stressin’, cost me more
To be free than a life in the pen
Makin’ money off of cuss words, writin’ again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset likin’ the scene
What’s the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in L.A. on bail, my angel sing
To live and die in L.A., it’s the place to be
You’ve got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A., it’s the place to be
You’ve got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
It’s the, City of Angels and constant danger
South Central L.A., can’t get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin’ the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggaz gettin’ three strikes, tossed in jail
death row
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can’t cry
‘Cause it’s on now, I’m just a nigga on his own now
Livin’ life Thug style, so I can’t smile
Writin’ to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin’ Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B’s and C’s
All them other niggaz copycats, these is G’s
I love Cali like I love woman
‘Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight with each other, but I promise you this
We’ll burn this bitch down, get us pissed to live and die in L.A.
(Let my angel sing)
Niggaz gettin’ shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neck bone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked but this one’s for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin’ it pay
Gettin’ high watchin’ time fly, to live and die in L.A.
(Let my angel sing)

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