From Prodigy himself:
"I grew up in a poor section of Queens, but that doesn't mean I don't understand and appreciate art. So I managed to escape the projects and the weed smoke for a second. I was heading to the studio.
So I pull up in my Honda and get out to grab my bag sitting in the trunk.
While I was digging for my bag, a black Benz pulled up and I can hear the song "I Get Around" screaming from inside of the car. The door swung open and a cloud of smoke followed. It was 2pac and he was carrying a bag as well.
So I'm sort of star struck because me and Hav didn't even have a deal or an album out at this point. Pac is reaching for something under his shirt, I guess he thought I was there to rob him or something. "What you reaching for? I'm a fan," I said. "*****, I've been coming to this dance studio for 2 years, I ain't never seen a ***** in here," Pac said. I had to explain to Pac I was a skilled ballerina. "Nah, *****, I got skills, " I told Pac.
So Pac was laughing at me for a second, his bodyguards frisked me. They checked my bag and saw that I was serious. "Show me what you got *****," Pac said. So me and Pac square off in the middle of the dance floor and one of the trainers cued the music from the Nutcracker. So I stand up on my toes and leap into the air, Pac's mouth dropped. "Damn, *****, you really are nice."
When Pac started dancing I knew I had lost. Pac was spinning around the room, I never seen a ***** from the hood move so elegantly.
When we were finished Pac gave me his number and told me to hit him up if he ever wanted to square up again."