Sure enough, a minute later, I saw Tupac bopping down the street, arms swinging back and forth, leading about four dudes to the studio. Me and JD crossed the street and followed the group into the building. "Watch the door Dex, make sure nobody comes inside," JD said to me. "Me and Spunk got this covered." "Handle your BI then." My two soldiers wanted to show me they could put in work without me. I took my position at the door while my boys went around the corner to handle their business. I'm listening to them ordering Pac and his crew to get down. "Get the fukk on the floor, now!" Tupac's crew dropped to their knees, but Pac was bucking. He reached for his gun he had tucked in his waist. JD grabbed his hand and they both struggled for control. Pac's gun goes off before he can pull it free from his waist. JD started pistol-whipping Tupac in the head, over and over, with his .45. When I heard the shot, I crept around the corner to see what was up. "Everything is cool," Spunk said, "We got this shyt under control." Right at that moment, Lil Cease comes riding downstairs on the elevator. When the door opened, I barked at him, "Get the fukk back inside and go upstairs!" His eyes got big as a crackheads' who's just finished taking a hit. "Go and start the van!" Spunk screamed, "We'll be right behind you." As I'm leaving, JD was stripping Pac of all his jewelry. We took off down the street behind Paulie." Put the guns and the jewels in the stash box just in case the cops pull us over," I told Spunk. We headed straight over to the FDR Drive Highway on the east side of the city. We took that to the Brooklyn Bridge, and then drove back to my spot on South Oxford. After we parked our cars, Paulie approached me. "Why y'all shot Pac?" he asked with disappointment spreading across his face. "Jimmy called complaining about Pac and his boys came up to the studio all bloody. Tupac said y'all shot him." "Follow me upstairs Paulie. I want to show you something." I had my boys put their guns on the table and empty out the magazines. After laying all the bullets out on the table, I meticulously counted out each bullet showing him that not one bullet was spent from our weapons. "Tupac shot himself in the groin with his own gun," I told him. "The wounds on his forehead came from the pistolwhipping JD gave him. The wound on his hand came from the slide on his gun when he fired it while it was stuck in his waist." Tupac went on and told everybody that he was shot five times at close range, which was an outright lie. If we had shot him five times he would have been dead, and then we would have had to shoot and kill the dudes that were with him too. Why would we shoot him five times if we weren't trying to kill him? If we had shot him five times, we would not have left any witnesses.