😳“You Were DEAD to Him!” – Kidada Jones STRIKES BACK After Jada’s Claims About Tupac Proposal 🔥📉

Jada Pinkett Smith has once again reignited the Tupac firestorm.

Promoting her new memoir “Worthy”, Jada took her press tour to a whole new level, painting a picture of a man who not only loved her…

but proposed to her from behind bars at Rikers Island.

She described Tupac as her soulmate, claimed he suffered from alopecia, and suggested that he wanted to marry her while he was incarcerated.

The internet exploded.

But buried under all that noise was one cold, hard fact: Tupac wasn’t single.

He was living with his fiancée.

And no, her name wasn’t Jada—it was Kidada Jones.

Kidada, the daughter of music mogul Quincy Jones, was literally the woman at Tupac’s bedside when he died.

She was the one Tupac proposed to after leaving prison.

They lived together in Calabasas.

They were planning a wedding.

They were building a life.

And in September 1996, their dreams were shattered when Tupac was gunned down in Las Vegas.

Meanwhile, Jada and Tupac? They hadn’t even spoken for an entire year before his death.

And yet, when Jada speaks of Tupac, you’d think they were lovers torn apart by fate.

Not classmates from Baltimore School for the Arts who had long since drifted apart.

Jada herself once admitted to Howard Stern that there was no physical chemistry between her and Pac.

She described the one kiss they shared as “disgusting”—a moment of curiosity that confirmed their relationship was strictly platonic.

So why, then, has Jada become the voice of Tupac’s romantic legacy?

The answer, for many, lies in a disturbing pattern: a woman capitalizing on the mystique of a dead man to boost her own narrative.

And for Kidada Jones, this latest wave of “soulmate” propaganda appears to be the final straw.

Sources close to Kidada say she is “disgusted” by Jada’s ongoing attempts to insert herself into Tupac’s romantic story.

One insider shared, “Kidada has never wanted to be in the spotlight.

But to watch Jada go on national platforms and tell half-truths about a man she hadn’t even spoken to in a year? It’s sickening.”

Because let’s be clear: Tupac was already engaged when he went to prison—but not to Jada.

Before Rikers, Tupac had a girlfriend named Keisha Morris.

In interviews dating back to 2000, Keisha confirmed that Pac proposed to her before he was sentenced and they married in a civil ceremony at Clinton Correctional Facility in April 1995.

Keisha handled his legal business, met with his lawyers, moved to be near him.

She was his rock.

Jada’s claim that Tupac proposed to her while at Rikers? The math simply doesn’t add up.

He was only at Rikers for a few weeks before being transferred to Clinton.

By that time, he was already married.

And that’s not internet rumor—that’s court-documented reality.

Jada’s revisionist history is what has so many fans—and insiders—up in arms.

Sure, it’s possible that Tupac made passing comments to Jada in prison, maybe even jokingly proposing.

Everyone knows how prison talk goes.

But to take that and present it to the world as if you were the woman he wanted to build a life with? That’s not nostalgia.

That’s manipulation.

And while Jada keeps talking, Kidada keeps mourning—in silence.

Kidada Jones has never gone on a podcast to talk about Tupac.

She’s never sat down for a TV special.

She’s never published a memoir.

The only time she ever publicly spoke about Tupac was in her father Quincy Jones’ 2002 biography.

In it, she wrote: “Tupac was the love of my life.

He and I lived together for four months, and then he was murdered in Las Vegas in 1996.

It was the most horrible thing that ever happened to me.”

That’s it.

No drama.

No performative grief.

No capitalizing on trauma.

Just truth.

And that makes the contrast with Jada even more painful.

In one of her latest interviews, Jada even claimed that Tupac had alopecia—allegedly as a result of police brutality.

She said, “I don’t think Tupac ever talked about the alopecia he suffered from after he was in Northern California with the police officers who beat him up.

He started losing his hair, and his alopecia patterns were far more extreme than mine.”

To be clear, it’s not untrue that Tupac started losing hair after his brutal 1991 police assault.

But Jada revealing such a personal, sensitive health issue decades after his death—when Pac himself never wanted it public—is a major red flag for many.

The question is: Who gave Jada the right to speak on this?

Tupac never addressed alopecia publicly.

He shaved his head and moved on.

So why bring it up now, if not to draw a parallel between her own condition and his—yet again binding herself to his legacy in a deeply personal way that he never authorized?

Many fans see this as one thing: exploitation.

It’s not hard to connect the dots.

Jada’s memoir drops.

She needs viral clips.

She brings up Tupac—soulmate claims, secret proposals, hidden medical history.

And every media outlet jumps.

Meanwhile, the woman who actually shared his home, who was with him in his final moments, remains silent…again.

But not everyone is staying quiet.

One viral tweet captured the sentiment perfectly: “I can’t even begin to describe how disrespectful Jada is being towards Kidada.

Tupac had a whole fiancée when he died, and she’s acting like she was the widow.”

Another fan wrote: “Jada is delusional.

Pac stopped talking to her a year before he died.

Meanwhile, the woman he was in a relationship with hasn’t said a word in 30 years.

That says it all.”

Indeed, it does.

Because while Jada continues to spin stories and center herself in Tupac’s tragedy, Kidada has chosen dignity.

The dignity of privacy.

The dignity of not speaking on behalf of the dead.

The dignity of not making someone else’s pain part of a marketing campaign.

It’s become clear to many that Jada is not just sharing her truth—she’s curating a version of Tupac that fits neatly into her brand.

The tortured artist.

The misunderstood soulmate.

The man who, had fate not intervened, would have chosen her over all others.

But that version of events ignores reality.

It ignores Keisha.

It erases Kidada.

And that’s why this moment feels like more than just celebrity gossip.

It feels like a reckoning.

Because for decades, the world has allowed Jada to define her relationship with Tupac with no pushback.

But now, as the facts surface, as timelines are scrutinized, as those closest to Tupac start to whisper what they really think—it’s becoming clear that Jada’s story may not just be incomplete…

It may be a complete fabrication.

And the most painful part? Tupac can’t speak for himself.

He can’t set the record straight.

He can’t confirm or deny.

All we have left are the people who truly knew him.

And while Jada may have known him once, Kidada loved him.

Lived with him.

Planned a future with him.

She’s the one who was there when his heart stopped.

She’s the one who whispered “Do you know I love you?” before he slipped into a coma.

And she’s the one who never said another word…

until Jada pushed too far.

So now the world is asking: Why is Jada still talking?

And maybe more importantly: When will she stop?

Let that man rest.