nativescience:

babylonfalling:

17-year-old Rashida Jones writes a letter to The Source (November 1993) in defense of her dad Quincy after Tupac dissed him for marrying a white woman in an interview with Kim Green that ran in the August issue. G shit.

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Also check the postscript from Quincy here: 
Your daughter Kidada was engaged to Tupac Shakur when he was killed. How does a father react to a potential son-in-law with such a dangerous reputation?
I wasn’t happy at first. He’d attacked me for having all these white wives. And my daughter Rashida, who was at Harvard, wrote a letter to The Source taking him apart. I remember one night I was dropping Rashida at Jerry’s delicatessen, and Tupac was talking to Kidada because he was falling in love with her then. Like an idiot, I went over to him, put two arms on his shoulders and said, “Pac, we gotta sit down and talk, man.” If he had had a gun, I would’ve been done. But we talked. He apologized. We became very close after that. Once, I was having a date at the Hotel Bel-Air, and he came by and told the waiter that he would be back, he was going home to put on a tie. 
A tie? You’re destroying his thug legacy. Ask my daughter! She was there!

nativescience:

babylonfalling:

17-year-old Rashida Jones writes a letter to The Source (November 1993) in defense of her dad Quincy after Tupac dissed him for marrying a white woman in an interview with Kim Green that ran in the August issue. G shit.

Posted. No comment

Also check the postscript from Quincy here:

Your daughter Kidada was engaged to Tupac Shakur when he was killed. How does a father react to a potential son-in-law with such a dangerous reputation?

I wasn’t happy at first. He’d attacked me for having all these white wives. And my daughter Rashida, who was at Harvard, wrote a letter to The Source taking him apart. I remember one night I was dropping Rashida at Jerry’s delicatessen, and Tupac was talking to Kidada because he was falling in love with her then. Like an idiot, I went over to him, put two arms on his shoulders and said, “Pac, we gotta sit down and talk, man.” If he had had a gun, I would’ve been done. But we talked. He apologized. We became very close after that. Once, I was having a date at the Hotel Bel-Air, and he came by and told the waiter that he would be back, he was going home to put on a tie.

A tie? You’re destroying his thug legacy.
Ask my daughter! She was there!

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    fuck a Quincy Jones, bow down to Pac.
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