See, Mama Shakur doesn’t want any of that nonsense. She’s had to go through all sorts of things with her little angel, Tupac – the fact that his friends smoked his remains, conspiracy after conspiracy surrounding his murder, and, you know, the murder itself – and it turns out that a sex tape is just pushing it a little too far:

TMZ spoke with a spokesperson for Pac’s estate, who was VERY clear, “We will sue anyone who tries to sell a Tupac tape.”

The rep insists … only the estate has the power to authorize the use of Tupac’s image for commercial use … and there’s NO WAY the sex tape will ever get the proper approval.

We’re told Tupac’s mother, Afeni Shakur, is aware of the tape — and has told her spokesperson, “Get the legal team ready because [we] will not allow someone to put it out.”

The rep tells us … the estate is trying to figure out who is marketing the tape by attempting to identify the individuals who appear on film, including the leading lady, believing one of them might be the culprit.

Really though, thank goodness they’re fighting so hard to keep this tape from being released.  Everybody knows I love me some Tupac, but when I first heard the news of the sex tape, I think I literally gagged.  It just sounds so gross and icky and it makes me uncomfortable to thing of Tupac, the person I consider to be my guardian angel, engaging in such activities.

On the flip side, is anyone super bummed?

Does that kind of creep any of you out? That boyfriend there has this sex tape, and people are only now talking about it, like, almost two decades after he’s been in the ground? I’m making grim faces, guys. Consider me put the eff off. From TMZ:

The tape, shot in 1991, begins with a bunch of groupies in a living room during a house party. Tupac walks into the room with his pants down to his ankles, his shirt off … sporting several chains.

Tupac — whose head is shaved — pulls one of the women toward him, and she begins performing oral sex. As she does her thing, an unreleased song of Tupac’s is playing in the background, as Tupac is singing along and dancing, wiggling his hips.

And it gets even better. As the woman services Tupac, who is holding a cocktail in one hand and a blunt in another, Money B from Digital Underground walks over to him. Tupac puts his cocktail arm around Money B, continues singing and dancing … and the woman never stops.

That’s impressive. I mean, I can hardly walk and chew gum at the same time without looking stupid or choking or drooling or something. This woman, whoever she is, can give head while someone’s dancing and rapping? Plus, she’s holding a blunt AND a cocktail (har har) in each hand? And it appears to be no thing to either one of them? None of these things are bit distracting? Well. I guess I’m in the right line of business, then, friends. Hopefully no one from my hosting company ever walks into my house and expects this kind of treatment, because I’m just putting it out there right now: I’m just not that talented.

Because Tupac’s still alive!

Ahhhhhhh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

No seriously though.

So the LA Times ran some ridiculous, sensational story about how Diddy and B.I.G., like, orchestrated Tupac’s murder shooting, and Diddy’s all like, “Um, negative Ghostrider” because he totally didn’t. Honestly, people, there’s an election going on. Aren’t you guys supposed to be “real” journalists? Leave shit like this to the bloggers. And seriously this Tupac shit is nearly 15 years old at this point. Let it go, guys. Just let it go.

Here’s the actual statement from Diddy:

“This story is beyond ridiculous and is completely false. Neither Biggie nor I had any knowledge of any attack before, during, or after it happened. It is a complete lie to suggest that there was any involvement by Biggie or myself. I am shocked that the Los Angeles Times would be so irresponsible as to publish such a baseless and completely untrue story.”