At 55, Eazy-E’s Former Girlfriend Finally Tells The Truth About Eazy E | HO

Eric “Eazy-E” Wright was more than just the godfather of gangster rap—he was a legend, a pioneer, and the architect behind Ruthless Records. He was the voice of a generation, spitting raw lyrics that defined the West Coast and changed the course of hip-hop forever. But beneath the fame, controversy, and streetwise persona was a man few ever truly knew.

Now, at 55, Eazy-E’s former girlfriend, Tracy Jernigan, is breaking her silence and sharing the untold story behind one of music’s most mysterious deaths.

This isn’t just another conspiracy theory—this is her testimony, a story built from years of love, loss, and the relentless fight to uncover the truth about Eazy-E’s final days.

The Woman The Cameras Missed

Tracy Jernigan was never one to chase the spotlight. While the world watched Eazy-E rise from Compton’s streets to rap royalty, Tracy remained in the background—a steady presence anchoring the chaos swirling around him. She wasn’t in music videos, she wasn’t a paparazzi regular, but to those who knew Eric Wright before the world called him Eazy-E, Tracy was always there.

Their paths first crossed in January 1989, just before Eric’s world exploded into fame and controversy. Back then, he was ambitious but vulnerable, sharp but scarred by a past only a few could understand. Tracy didn’t fall for the tough exterior or the infamous name. She saw the real Eric—a man fragile, human, and desperately trying to survive in a world where trust was rare and enemies were everywhere.

For six years, they built a life together. It wasn’t just about romance; it was about survival. They raised a daughter, Eie, carving moments of normalcy out of a life that was anything but. “I was always trying to protect him,” Tracy reflects, her voice heavy with the weight of memory. “I just wanted him to know I had his back.”

Eric, Not Eazy

To millions, Eric Wright was Eazy-E—a ruthless businessman, a lyrical kingpin, and the face of N.W.A. But Tracy’s memories peel back those layers, revealing a man full of contradictions. Behind closed doors, Eric was gentle, loyal, and quietly protective. Their nights in Woodland Hills were a stark contrast to the relentless pace of the music industry. In those moments, Eric wasn’t a superstar—he was just a man, burdened by expectation and responsibility.

Tracy witnessed the birth of Ruthless Records from the inside. She saw Eric transform from a street dealer into a music mogul, from an artist into an icon. But that ascent came at a price. Eric trusted very few, and as his fame grew, his circle shrank. Tracy was one of the few who truly crossed those walls.

Fatherhood Amid The Firestorm

Their daughter, Eie, was born into a world spinning faster and darker with each passing day. Eazy-E was caught in a whirlwind of late-night recording sessions, relentless touring, and explosive feuds. Yet, Tracy remembers Eric as a fiercely protective father. “He took very good care of our daughter,” she says. “He was as present as he could be, given how busy and surrounded he always was.”

Eric’s fatherhood wasn’t traditional—it was shaped by a man who wore many hats: rapper, entrepreneur, friend, and protector. Despite having other children with different women, Eric made no secret of his responsibility toward Eie. “He didn’t just say he was her father, he showed it,” Tracy emphasizes.

But beneath this fragile bubble of family warmth, darker shadows began to creep in. As Eric’s empire expanded, Tracy noticed unsettling signs—people in his inner circle who didn’t quite belong, silent presences that felt like ticking clocks counting down to something unseen.

The Illness That Changed Everything

It started with a cough in February 1995—harsh, unrelenting, and violent enough to raise alarms. Eric checked himself into Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, a move that stunned everyone. He was always the picture of strength, but now he was slipping into something uncharted.

Within days, the diagnosis came crashing down: AIDS-related pneumonia. For Tracy, it was almost impossible to accept. “He was healthy just before,” she says, voice thick with disbelief. “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.”

Eric’s rapid decline didn’t fit the typical narrative. There were no warning signs, no months of gradual immune system collapse. He hadn’t lost weight, and his energy was intact until the very end. Eric wasn’t a known drug user, and none of the women in his life—including Tracy—tested positive. Neither did any of his children.

Tracy’s questions met with silence or carefully rehearsed answers. The unsettling sense was that there was more to the story—a hidden layer of truth locked away by secrecy and denial.

Locked Out And Left Behind

As Eric’s health crumbled, Tracy found herself suddenly barred from his side. Access to Eric became a privilege granted to a select few: lawyers, security guards, and family members who spoke in hushed tones behind closed doors. The hospital room became a fortress, secrets festering behind sterile walls.

Then came the shock: Eric had married Tamikah Woods in a quiet, almost secretive bedside ceremony. Tracy learned of the marriage only after the fact. Tamikah suddenly became the legal anchor to Eric’s rapidly dwindling estate. “There was something happening behind those walls,” Tracy reflects bitterly. “And he wasn’t in control anymore.”

The Money That Vanished

After Eric’s death, chaos erupted. Lawsuits swarmed Ruthless Records, and more than $600,000 disappeared from company accounts. Files that had once been carefully archived vanished. Partners who once stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Eric turned on each other, fracturing the family he had built.

At the heart of the dispute was the will—signed during Eric’s final, fragile moments, leaving everything to Tamikah Woods. Was Eric truly lucid when he signed? Had he been coerced, or was his consent a mere formality?

Even former N.W.A members voiced unease. “I saw him days before he died, and he still recognized me. He knew what was happening, but something wasn’t right.”

The Moment That Changed Everything

Then came the late-night broadcast—a moment Tracy will never forget. Suge Knight joked about injecting people with AIDS, and the words hung in the air like a dark cloud. For Tracy, it was a horror she couldn’t shake. Could someone really have been that cruel, that deliberately vicious? Was Eric Wright the target of a calculated act of biological sabotage?

“We suspected him all along,” Tracy confesses, her words heavy with bitter clarity. The music industry’s ruthless undercurrent had never been more apparent.

The Hunt For Truth

Refusing to let the story die, Tracy and her daughter Eie embarked on a mission to peel back the layers of secrecy. The result: “The Mysterious Death of Eazy-E,” a docu-series that became both a tribute and an investigation.

They spoke to doctors, confronted medical professionals, and sifted through piles of records. The official death certificate revealed glaring inconsistencies—missing signatures, contradictory dates, and timelines that didn’t add up. It was as if someone was manipulating the narrative, erasing truths that should have been preserved.

Opening these wounds wasn’t easy. Tracy faced skepticism, criticism, and even threats. But every time doubt crept in, she looked at her daughter—the living reminder of Eric’s life and love—and steeled herself. “I owe it to him,” she declared. “I still need to fight for him to try and find justice no matter what.”

The Fallout And The Questions That Remain

When Tracy’s docu-series finally aired, it sent shock waves across the country. Some dismissed it as conspiracy, but others saw it as a brave unveiling of suppressed truths. For Tracy, it was never about winning over skeptics—it was about clarity, for herself, her daughter, and anyone willing to see beyond the surface.

The backlash was immediate. Threatening messages, anonymous calls, and cold shoulders from powerful executives tried to silence her. But Tracy refused to back down. “This is his legacy,” she said quietly. “And they’ve buried it under lies.”

The autopsy report was missing. Hospitals denied records or claimed they were lost. Staff disappeared or refused to comment. Audio logs vanished. Witnesses were silenced. The suspicious deathbed marriage added another layer of doubt.

Despite mounting evidence, there was no investigation, no accountability—only silence.

Her Voice Finally Heard

Now, at 55, Tracy speaks with bluntness and conviction. “He was my first love, my friend, my daughter’s father, and I watched him be taken from us,” she says, her voice steady but heavy with sorrow. “We suspected him all along, and now the world needs to pay attention.”

This story transcends the simple narrative of a man’s death. It’s a saga of legacy and power, betrayal and courage. Tracy’s voice—once relegated to the background—has emerged as the most important one in this story.

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