Before we knew about Karine "Superhead" Stephans or Nas' baby mother, Carmen, the biggest scandal in Hip Hop was the Biggie, Faith, and Tupac scandal.  In the midst of the legendary East Coast - West Coast beef, Tupac released one of those damaging diss songs ever, "Hit'em up."  In the song's opening line Tupac boasts, "I f--ked your wife, you fat motherf--ker!"  He then released a picture of Faith and himself looking very cozy.  

This was the biggest sex scandal in Hip Hop at the time and although Faith denied the allegations, she never truly explained the picture, that night and her relationship with Tupac.  

Now over a decade later, with both of them long gone, Faith is writing an autobiography, "Keeping The Faith," and she's hoping to set the record straight on her fateful night with Tupac.

Here's an excerpt from her book, "Keeping The Faith": 

"You know, I love New York," he said.  "But I'm not fucking with New York right now."

The air in the room seemed to get really thick all of a sudden.  His demeanor had changed so quickly that I was truly afraid.

"Really?" I asked. "Why is that?"

"Cause niggas set me up that night.  You know that, right?"

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.  He was staring at me like he thought I was the one who set him up.

"You really don't believe that bullshit," I said.

"I'm telling you ... niggas set me up," he said in a low voice.

"Look 'Pac, I just need to get my check and I have to go ..."

"The situation with the money is like this," he said, "If I give it to you, then you my bitch."

"Your what," I said, I felt a chill go up my back.

"You heard me. You gotta be my bitch."

I got up and moved farther away from where he was standing.  "I'm not anybody's bitch," I said, trying to keep my voice even and steady.

"You Biggie's Bitch."

I thought about how people always got shit wrong. He was probably thinking about the song "Me & My Bitch." And I wasn't with Big when he made that record.

"I'm his wife."  

"I thought y'all broke up?" he asked.

"We still married."

"Whatever."

"Look," I said.  You hired me to do a song. I did it.  I want my money and that's it."

"Oh word, it's like that? You just want your money?"

"You told me it wouldn't be a problem," I said. "The only reason why I came uphere is because you said ---"

"So you not trying to suck my dick?"

"What!" I screamed, "What are you talking about?"

Tupac raised his voice. "You know you want to suck my dick, bitch! Don't fucking lie." I burst into tears and grabbed my purse. "I have to get out of here."

Tupac kept going.  He was making no sense, cursing and yelling.  He said something about Big and the East Coast.

"But...but...I...thought y'all was friends," I said. At this point, I could barely speak clearly because I was crying so hard.

"Whatever. You know you wanna be my bitch," he said, before going into the bedroom area and slamming the door.

As soon as I got my things together to leave, Tupac came back out to the common area.

"Where the fuck you going?" he asked.

"I don't know what you thought," I said, "I really don't but it's not like that."

Tupac just nodded slowly, staring at me intently.  He wasn't ranting and screaming anymore. But he had this very sinister smile on his face.  I kept looking around the room because I felt like something was about to happen to me.  I wasn't sure if those guys were coming back or what, but something was wrong.    

"It's not like that?" he kept saying over and over and nodding.  "Well, aight then, you fucking bitch. You want to leave? Tell the limo driver to take you home.  The limo is still out there.  Get the fuck out."

I dashed down to the lobby and called my friend Toni.  I was crying and told her I was on my way to her house and that I would explain everything when I got there.  I got into the limo and cried even harder.  And I cried all the way to Toni's house.  I told her everything that had happened.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked me.

"I have no idea," I said. "But you know I gotta get that check."

"Just forget about it!" she said, "That dude is nuts."

You can read more about the book at Amazon.com.

U411 Note: We really, really want to believe you but it's gonna take a lot of "faith" on our part.