Then there was the effect that Pac’s latest album was having, him still firing shots, this time at new targets, and from the grave. Jay was one of those targets. On that Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply) song. Most likely in response to Jay’s collabo with B.I.G. on Brooklyn’s Finest. Everyone, still in deep shock after Pac’s death, now getting hit with more shyt. Almost unbearable the emotions floating around.
So I had heard Pac’s shots, and Dame and Jay were sitting in front of me. Curious as to what they felt, how Jay felt, I asked him “so, you gonna come back at dude?” It was a very natural question, what with me being accustomed to young Jay ready to decimate any foes at the drop of a dime. He looked at me with a shocked look, at how stupid my question was. Like I said, it was a lot to take in. His response “Nah, I’mma leave the dead alone.” Dame added “We had something…but nah.” The look in Jay’s eye spoke different, like Pac’s passing robbed him from firing back, from dropping the most perfect diss record ever. It was a look of deep regret.
..small fries
