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April 3, 1990

The streets were still talking about No Vaseline. Tupac's diss track had spread like wildfire, not just in the U.S. but internationally. Magazines, radio stations, and TV news were covering the feud nonstop, and the more people learned, the worse it looked for N.W.A.

Then, another headline exploded across the news cycle.

Dr. Dre had been arrested.

It was the kind of news that made people stop in the middle of their conversations. Some thought it was just another industry rumor. But then the newspapers dropped, the radio hosts got their hands on the details, and the truth came out fast.

This wasn't about music.

Dre had assaulted a woman.

And not just anyone—he attacked Dee Barnes, the well-known host of Pump It Up!, one of the first TV shows to promote N.W.A. back when they were coming up.

The Incident

It happened at a nightclub in Hollywood during an industry event. The room was packed with artists, executives, and media personalities. Some were there to party, others to network. Dee Barnes was there for coverage.

She wasn't expecting trouble.

But when Dr. Dre walked in and saw her, everything changed.

People who witnessed it said Dre locked eyes on her immediately. His whole expression shifted, like he had been waiting for this moment.

To him, she wasn't just another journalist. She was the reason he believed N.W.A's internal problems had been exposed to the world.

Back when Tupac was still with the group, Pump It Up! had aired an interview where he spoke about the growing tensions between him and the rest of N.W.A. Dre saw it as betrayal. He thought Dee Barnes had helped stir the pot, making the group look weak in the public eye.

And now, with No Vaseline tearing apart N.W.A.'s reputation, his patience had snapped.

Dre walked straight toward Dee.

People noticed, but no one thought much of it at first—until Dre suddenly grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against a wall.

The sound of the impact made the crowd freeze.

Dee let out a scream, but Dre wasn't done.

Witnesses say he threw her to the ground and started kicking her. She tried to shield herself, but he was too fast, too strong.

Security rushed in, prying him off.

By then, the damage was done.

Dee was bleeding. Bruised. Shaken.

The police arrived within minutes. Witnesses pointed Dre out, and just like that, he was in cuffs.

And in an era where hip-hop news spread through word of mouth and magazine covers, this was too big to be ignored.

The Fallout Begins

By morning, every radio station, newspaper, and TV outlet had picked up the story.

"Dr. Dre Arrested for Assaulting Female Journalist"

Some fans of N.W.A. tried to make excuses, saying maybe there was more to the story. But others weren't having it.

Compton barbershops, record stores, and street corners were buzzing.

"You see this?" one man said, pointing at the newspaper. "Man out here beating on a woman?"

"He lost his damn mind," another replied. "Ain't no excuse for that."

Someone in the back chuckled. "And you know what's crazy? N.W.A. been talking all this 'we the hardest, we the realest'—but the only one keeping it real was the dude they kicked out."

Nobody had to say who.

Tupac.

And that's what made this worse for Dre.

Because now, No Vaseline wasn't just a diss track.

It was true.

The Media Reaction

MTV aired a breaking news segment on the arrest. BET ran discussions with industry insiders. Even mainstream news networks, the kind that usually ignored hip-hop unless they were blaming it for crime, covered the story in detail.

Talk shows invited journalists, women's rights activists, and hip-hop experts to weigh in.

"This is bigger than one incident," one host said. "This is about the treatment of women in the industry. It's about accountability."

Women's organizations condemned Dre. Activists called for boycotts. Executives who once praised his production skills suddenly didn't want to be associated with him.

And the worst part?

Tupac didn't even have to say a word.

His diss track was already everywhere. And now, Dre had given the world another reason to turn against N.W.A.

N.W.A. on the Edge

Meanwhile, things within N.W.A. were crumbling.

Their latest album had been struggling, but now sales had dropped even further.

Radio stations that once played their songs back-to-back were suddenly hesitant. Sponsors were backing out of deals.

And then there was the international market.

For years, the overseas audience had only caught glimpses of American hip-hop culture. But now, thanks to music magazines and video interviews, the rest of the world was paying close attention.

And the more they learned about the beef, the worse it looked for N.W.A.

It wasn't just about No Vaseline anymore.

It was about the reality behind the diss track.

Tupac wasn't just rapping—he was exposing something real.

And now, the world knew it.

Dre Faces the Consequences

April 4, 1990.

Dre was released on bail, but things weren't looking good.

The legal battle was just beginning. He was facing possible jail time, fines, and lawsuits.

And even if he somehow avoided serious punishment, his reputation had already taken a massive hit.

He was no longer just a producer.

He was the guy who beat up a female journalist.

A lot of people who once respected him were now looking at him differently.

And the impact was immediate.

The Streets and the Industry React

Back in Compton, the conversations kept going.

"You heard No Vaseline yet?" one man asked.

"Man, it's all over the place," another replied. "And now this Dre thing? N.W.A. done."

Across the city, posters of N.W.A. that once hung in record store windows were being replaced.

Meanwhile, Tupac's name was growing.

To some, he was the underdog who had fought back and won.

To others, he was the only one brave enough to say what needed to be said.

Either way, one thing was clear—Tupac was winning.

The Newspaper Headlines

The morning of February 5, two major headlines dominated the front pages.

"No Vaseline Becomes #1 Song on the Streets"

And right next to it:

"Dr. Dre Arrested for Assaulting Female Journalist"

It was official.

One track had destroyed a legacy.

And one night had destroyed a reputation.

And as the news spread, one thought lingered in the air:

But who's gonna tell Dre that he was the one who started the beef?