Do For Love - Written By : Lovon Parham

Back when Tupac was still the hype man for Digital Underground, before the solo records and the world shouting his name, he was just the hungry youngblood with his head high. After a show one night, Shock G dared him, bet he couldn’t pull the baddest honey standing by the back door. Pac just grinned, walked over, and came back with her number in hand.They went out, vibed, laughed, shared stories of dreams bigger than Oakland, bigger than hip-hop. That night ended in love, or at least what Pac thought it was. 

   But when he woke the next morning, the sheets were empty. She was gone. A week later, backstage at another show, Pac froze. There she was, wrapped around Big Daddy Kane. His stomach dropped. 

 Kane noticed the look, put a hand on Pac’s shoulder and asked, “Everything good, young blood?” Pac swallowed the hurt, smiled, chin high. “Hell yeah.” Kane laughed, and the moment passed, the crowd calling for Digital Underground. As Pac walked on stage, she looked back one last time.

  Years rolled by. Tupac rose. No longer the background man, now the stage was his kingdom. One night, the girl—older, a little wiser—went to a show with her girlfriends, not even knowing who was performing. The house lights dropped, the crowd roared, and when Tupac hit the stage, he spotted her.

  He didn’t flinch. He didn’t pause. He just leaned into the mic and said, “This one goes out to a special somebody… Do for Love.” The place erupted. Pac ripped through the track, pouring it all out.

After the show, she tried to reach him. He was surrounded by women, fans, energy. By the time she pushed through, Pac was already walking off. He stopped just long enough to glance back, his eyes cutting through the noise.“You straight?” he asked.She sighed.

 “Yeah.”Pac gave a small nod, then disappeared into the sea of people. She stood there, staring, realizing the only thing left between them was the echo of his song.