sometime around '99/2000, i was working at a small liquor store (& the only liquor store) in a pretty rough area. long story short, im 99% sure, and always have been, that i served tupak on multiple occasions. we openly refered to this guy as tupac and he'd always protest albeit kinda quietly. one night he was the only customer in the store & i went as far as asking him to lift up his shirt (he had a "thug life" tattoo if you're not familiar) and he absolutely refused, purchased his liquor and bailed. i never saw him again. on my LIFE, this is a true story.