Kidada Jones

Several times when I was leaving Pac, after bringing him to his house or wherever he was staying at the time, Kidada Jones would be walking in as I was walking out. The first time I passed by her, was in an elevator. The door opened right when I was leaving, and she happened to be getting out as I was about to get in. I didn't know who she was, but I greeted her by saying, "Hi how are you?"

She walked right by me. I was only being polite. I wasn't in her face, I just offered her a simple greeting. She acted like I was invisible, and just walked right through the door. I'm not an easy man to miss, so I believed it was intentional. I walked in the elevator, and just kept on going, but it stuck with me. Rudeness at this level was something I hadn't encountered much.

The next time I saw her, I asked Pac, "Who is that?" He said, "Oh, that's Kidada." I said, "Who's Kidada?" .

He said, "Quincy Jones' daughter."

I said, "Oh, she's rude." Just like that, didn't think twice about telling him how I felt.

I spoke with Yaasmyn (a close friend of Tupac's mother whom he treated like an aunt and who ran one of his business enterprises) about her also, and Yaasmyn was very diplomatic. "She's just different, Frank," she said. "We have a hard time with her, too."

Until then, I was taking it personal. I didn't learn until later on she was like that with others. I didn't know what was going on, and I used to wonder, Why is that girl always mean to me? I figured out later she had some serious attitude, and she could take that and keep it somewhere else.

Nevertheless, Pac had his reasons for hanging out with the bitch. He knew Kidada Jones was the daughter of the most established black man in the entertainment industry. He had nothing but respect for Quincy.

I remember walking into work one day-again, this was while we were shooting Gridlock'd where a lot of the action took place-and he showed me a cassette collection that he said belonged to Quincy Jones. Tupac said he'd had dinner with Quincy and Kidada the night before at their house, and Quincy loaned the collection to Tupac-it was his entire collection of music he'd produced, from Michael Jackson on down. He had them in a big old satchel, and they were all in order by year, name, and category.

I said, "Pac, what s this?"

He said, "Ali nigga, that's Quincy's sh-t. I'm getting ready to hook up with Quincy, he's gonna do some sh-t for me." I asked him what he was talking about, and he said, "Movies, music you name it, I'm gonna have Quincy produce some sh-t for me." I said, "Are you serious?" I knew he was.

I said, "Nigga, you crazy..

He said, "Frank, Kidada's young, and I'm gonna train her." I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded.

This wasn't the only time he said some sh-t about Kidada. When we were in Italy, Michael Moore said to me, "Frank, what do you think Pac sees in Kidada?"

I told him, "I don't have a clue what he sees in her."

You have to know Kidada to understand where we were coming from. Pac was with so many beautiful, classy and cool women. He wasn't only hanging out with women who were just pretty, he had some exceptional women - I'd put Salli in that category.

Kidada didn't have such obvious qualities. She was only nineteen or twenty, and she had short hair. She kept complaining about her hair to her friend Carla, who worked for Vibe magazine and accompanied us on the trip.

On our way to the Versace fashion show, she was still moaning about her hair, and Tupac said, "Why don't you take that sh-t out your hair, then you won't have to complain about it, and I ain't got to hear it no more."

I don't know if she knew he was f-cking other women when he was with her. Others knew it, Carla knew it.

After his death, she told people she and Pac were engaged. He never said to me he was gonna get married, or he was thinking about getting married, or that he was engaged to Kidada. The only two people who know for sure are Pac and Kidada.

No matter how I look at it, Kidada left a bad taste in all our mouths. She treated us really bad. I'm sure growing up rich had something to do with it, but, to my mind, there is no excuse for being rude.