if it wasn't for you dying, you never would have gained fair-weather-pokemon-collect-them-all fans and had the opportunity to have your music modernized by 50 cent and young noble. jossy would have never heard of you, more less cover your music, and your acapellas wouldn't be worth stealing over $10,000 from board members for. you would have moved on to acting and managing your entertainment representation subsidiary, and would never have had to have been woven into a censored black elvis who is the center of myth and speculation (propogated by your own crew to sell records) instead of being revered for your courage to speak from the heart. you died in 1996, but you've died a few more times over with lttg, baby vox, yummy, ja rule, and "fans" who have the maturity of a door knob. punch god in the face for me, homie.
rip, pac.