The world remembers Eazy-E as the father of gangster rap, the founder of Ruthless Records, and an icon whose voice shaped a generation.

 

 

But what if everything we thought we knew about his tragic death was just the tip of a much darker iceberg?

 

Now, at 55, Tracy Jernigan—Eazy-E’s former girlfriend and the woman who knew him best—breaks decades of silence to reveal the secrets, betrayals, and chilling mysteries that surrounded his final days.

 

On the night the 31-year-old rapper died in a Los Angeles hospital, headlines simply read that he had succumbed to AIDS-related pneumonia.

 

Yet, as Tracy recounts, Eazy-E himself never knew how he contracted AIDS.

 

The official story was neat, convenient, and accepted by millions without a second thought.

 

But Tracy’s story is anything but convenient.

 

She was there through the chaos, the rise to fame, and the storm of controversy that followed Eric Wright—known to the world as Eazy-E.

 

 

Unlike the faces splashed across music videos and tabloid covers, Tracy was the woman the cameras missed.

 

She never chased the spotlight, but she was the anchor in Eazy-E’s turbulent life.

 

Their relationship began in 1989, before Eric Wright became a household name.

 

He was ambitious, sharp, and carried scars from a past few could understand.

 

For six years, Tracy stood by his side—not just out of love, but out of a fierce determination to protect him from the dangers swirling around his meteoric rise.

 

Together, they raised a daughter and tried to carve moments of normalcy out of a life that was anything but.

 

As Eazy-E’s fame exploded, so did the dangers.

 

Tracy remembers the late nights, the relentless recording sessions, and the endless parade of people who wanted a piece of his success.

 

Eric trusted very few, and his inner circle shrank as the stakes grew higher.

 

Yet, behind closed doors, he was not the ruthless mogul the world saw.

 

He was Eric—a man of contradictions, tenderness, and quiet loyalty.

 

Fatherhood was one of the few constants in his life.

 

Despite the chaos, he was fiercely devoted to their daughter, always making time for her, even when surrounded by industry sharks and public feuds.

 

But as the empire grew, Tracy noticed unsettling signs.

 

Strangers lingered in the background, and a sense of unease began to creep in.

 

Then, in February 1995, everything changed.

 

Eric checked himself into Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, and within days, he was diagnosed with AIDS-related pneumonia.

 

The rapid decline stunned everyone.

 

Tracy recalls, “He was healthy just before. One day he’s okay, the next he’s fighting for his life. That’s not how AIDS works. It doesn’t take you overnight.”

 

There were no warning signs, no gradual decline, and—most shockingly—none of the women in his life nor his children tested positive.

 

Questions mounted, but answers were elusive.

 

Tracy was locked out of Eric’s hospital room, replaced by lawyers, security guards, and a wall of silence.

 

During his final days, a shocking twist emerged: Eric married Tomica Woods in a secret bedside ceremony, despite being too weak to speak.

 

Almost immediately after his death, chaos erupted over his estate.

 

Over $600,000 vanished, files disappeared, and lawsuits swarmed Ruthless Records.

 

At the center of the storm was a will signed in Eric’s final moments, leaving everything to Tomica.

 

Was Eric truly lucid when he signed, or was he manipulated by those around him?

 

Even former NWA members expressed doubts about the true circumstances of his death.

 

Then, the most chilling moment of all: Suge Knight, a notorious rival, joked on live TV about injecting people with AIDS.

 

For Tracy, the horror was real—was Eric the victim of a deliberate act of sabotage?

 

Together with her daughter, Tracy launched a relentless investigation, culminating in a documentary that exposed inconsistencies in medical records, missing autopsy reports, and hospital staff who vanished or refused to comment.

 

Every new discovery only deepened the mystery, revealing a network of secrecy and betrayal that seemed designed to protect powerful interests.

 

Despite threats, backlash, and attempts to silence her, Tracy’s resolve never wavered.

 

“This is his legacy,” she says. “They’ve buried it under lies. I owe it to him to keep fighting for the truth.”

 

Now, at 55, her voice is finally being heard.

 

 

She doesn’t claim to have every answer, but she knows this: Eazy-E’s death was too sudden, too orchestrated, and too shrouded in secrecy to be dismissed as a simple tragedy.

 

So, was Eazy-E’s death really just a medical tragedy—or was it a sinister plot hidden in the shadows of the music industry?

 

One thing is certain: Tracy Jernigan refuses to let the truth stay buried.

 

And in an industry where loyalty is for sale and silence is golden, that’s the most shocking revelation of all.