But all of a sudden you seen a man standing [on stage] in the middle of their set, with a stocking mask [on his face], right? And he’s just staring at them. And this group is just going back and forth on the mic, and then [they see] this dude standing there with this stocking mask on in their middle of their set. They’re like, “What the fukk, son? We’re doing a set over here.” Yo, the man in the stocking mask goes and just snatches the microphone from this dude and pushes him to the side. And then all these dudes with masks just come on stage. And they push everybody out. They fukkin’ take the sound man off and get in the booth, and do whatever they got to do. And then they fukkin’ start going, “WU-TANG CLAN AIN’T NUTHIN’ TO fukk WIT’! WU-TANG CLAN AIN’T NUTHIN’ TO fukk WIT’! WU-TANG CLAN AIN’T NUTHIN’ TO fukk WIT’!” Yo, everyone was like, “What the fukk is that?!” [laughs] This shyt was in 1993. This [sort of thing] didn’t happen. These dudes just rushed the stage and just fukkin’ cleared everybody out. And that place went bananas, bro. Everybody just started jumping around, man, screaming “Wu-Tang!” I was jumping around. I mean, it was the best of the best shyt I’d seen.
