She told her side to vibe in 1995:
"I am the young woman that was sexually assaulted by Tupac and his 
thugs. I've read Kevin Powell's interview with Tupac, in which I was 
misrepresented. Up until this point I have only told my story under oath 
in court; nobody has heard my story, only his side, which is much 
different than what Tupac stated is the true story.
        A friend of mine took me to NElls, where he introduced me to 
Nigel and Trevor, who later introduced me to their friend Tupac. When I 
first met Tupac, he kissed me on my cheek and made small talk with me. 
After a while, I excused myself and started to walk to the dance floor. 
WHen I felt someone slide their hands into the back pocket of my jeans, I 
turned around, assuming it was my friend, but I was shocked when I 
discoverd it was Tupac. We danced for a while, and he touched my face adn 
his body brushed mine. Due to the small dance floor and the large number 
of people, we were shoved into a dark corner. Tupac pulled up his shirt, 
took my hand, traced it down his chest, and sat it on top of his erect 
penis. He then kissed meand pushed my head down on his penis, and in a 
brief three second encounter, my lips touched the head of his penis. This 
happened so suddenly that once I realized what he was trying to do, I 
swiftly bought my head up. I must reiterate that I did not suck his penis 
on the dance floor. He pulled his shirt back down and asked me waht I was 
doing later. I told him that I was going home because I had to go to work 
that day. Then, as people started surrounding him again, he grabbed my 
arm and said, "Let's get out of here, I'm tired of people stressing me." 
We exited Nell's, got into a white BMW, pulled up at the Parder Meridien, 
and went to his suite. We conversed, and he rolled up some blunts. We 
started kissing, and then we had oral and vaginal sexual intercourse 
several times. He called my house a couple nights later and gave me his 
SkyPager number and told me he wanted to see me tomorrow. That evening 
after work, I paged him, and his road manager called me back and informed 
me thatPac really wanted to see me but he had a show to do in Jersey, so 
I should call a car service and take it to the Meridien and he would pay 
for the cab. Once I got to the hotel I met Charles Fuller for the first 
time; he paid for the cab and led me upstairs. Inside the suite,Tupac, 
Nigel, and Trevor were seated in the living room, smoking weed and 
drinking Absolut.
Tupac told me to come in and pointed to the arm chair near him, 
and I sat down. After about 20 minutes, Tupac took my hand and led me 
into a bedroom in the suite. He fell onto the bed and asked me to give 
him a message. So I massaged his back, he turned around, and I started 
massaging his chest.
        Just as we began kissing, the door opened and I heard people 
entering. As I started to turn to see who it was, Tupac grabbed my head 
and told me, "Don't move." I looked down at him and he said "Don't worry 
, baby, these are my brothers adn they ain't going to hurt you. We do 
everything together." I started to shake my head, "No, no, Pac, I came 
here to see you. I don't want to do this." I started to rise up off the 
bed but he brutally slammed my head down. My lips and face came 
crashing down hard onto his penis, he squeezed the back of my neck, and I 
started to gag. Tupac and Nigel held me down while Trevor forced his 
penis into my mouth. I felt hands tearing my shoes off, ripping my 
stocking and panties off. I couldn't mov; I felt paralyzed, trapped, and 
started to black out. THey leered at my body. "This bytch got a fat ass, 
she's fine." While they laughed and joked to one another, Nigel, Trevor, 
and Fuller held me in the room, trying to calm me down. THey would not 
allow me to leave.
        Finally I got to the elavators, which had a panel of mirrors. 
Once I caught a sight of myself, I sank down on the floor and started to 
cry. THey came out, picked me up, and brought me back into the suite. 
Tupac was lying on the couch. In my mind I'm thinking "This motherfukker 
jsut raped me, and he's lying up here like a king acting as if nothing 
happened." So I began crying hysterically and shouting,"How could you do 
this to me? I came here to see you. I can't believe you did this to me." 
Tupac replied,"I don't have time for this shyt. Get this bytch out of here."
        The aforementioned is the true story. It was not a setup, and I 
never knew any of the thugs he was hanging with. Tupac knows exactly what 
he did to me. I admit I did not make the wisest decisions, but I did not 
deserve to be gang-raped.
        
The above was taken from the Vibe June/July 1995 issue.