Around 1996, Freddy Soto was on the Comedy Store stage and some black guys were making fun of him, really heckling him bad. I really liked Freddie. He was young, but you could see he had something. I walked up on stage in the middle of his act, looked at the hecklers, and said; "Listen, he's an amateur—it's amateur night. Be nice. I'll be up here in about three minutes, fuck with me." I left the stage, Freddie finished, and the emcee introduced me.

As I walked to the mike one of the black guys yelled out, "What are you gonna do? Some of your taco bender jokes?"

I said, "No, actually I'm gonna do some nigger jokes".

He said; "Whut?!!"

I told him, "Hey, you can't get racial on me and think that I'm not gonna get racial on you. I'm not fucking white, I'm from the ghetto, so if this is what you fuckin' want, let's fuckin' do it."

The audience went with me, so I started picking on them.

It turned out that the hecklers were Dr. Dre, Snoop Dog, and the D.O.C., who had lost his voice in a car crash. He was one of my favorite artists, so I knew all of his music. He tried overpowering me, but I had the mike and he had this raspy little frog voice. I told him; "So why'd you stop rappin'? You should have used a voice box." I started singing all of his songs as if I had a voice box. I'd put the mike to my throat and do one of his songs—I think it's called 'Torture of a Masterpiece.' I had the beat and the words down, and the audience was just going fucking nuts.

To be Continued...