“The wildest night on that tour was at a club in Cleveland, Ohio, with a real rowdy crowd. Our crew was always prepared for drama. Before the show that night, we had a big steak dinner and stole three steak knives. We would make weapons out of anything. We’d order room service and I’d take the fork and bend down the two prongs at each end, squeezing together the two prongs in the middle to make an ice pick. At the venues, I might have to poke somebody in the eye or neck. fukk that, we were performing in hoods all over America. Better safe than sorry.
At showtime, Craig Mack opened up, then Mobb, then Biggie. But when Craig Mack took the stage to perform, somebody from the crowd jumped up and snatched the microphone from his hand before spraying mace in his face. Mack ran backstage, warning everybody: “Don’t go out there, them nikkas is crazy!”
Backstage, I overheard Biggie tell his manager to let him go next instead of Mobb Deep so he could get the money and get out of there. Our crew just laughed and sat back to watch. Biggie and Lil’ Cease went onstage and sure enough, five seconds later they came tripping down the stairs, running out of the club. Mace flooded the air—it was hard to breathe. People were running all over the place and fighting with the police: pandemonium. Them Ohio nikkas were not playing; I guess they wanted to show us Ohio was gangster too.”