Fans and friends are coming together online to share their favorite Prodigy stories in the aftermath of his passing earlier this week. One of the best stories to emerge comes from Prodigy's 2011 autobiography My Infamous Life that's been recirculated by Andrew Barber of Fake Shore Drive. It's about the time Prodigy went clubbing with Lindsay Lohan and it is glorious. Read it below:

On the drive back to Queens, I got an email that suprised me. It was Lindsay Lohan. She asked if I was in NY and said that I should come to a club in Manhattan later that night called Bungalow 8 where she'd be hanging out with a few of her girlfriends. I hit her back and told her that I'd meet her there.

I had twenty dollars in my pocket and zero in my personal account. I called my accountant, Arty Erk, and asked him to transfer five hundred dollars into my ATM account so I could have spending cash for the club, Mobb Deep kept all our real money in a business account that we couldn't touch, so when we wanted money, we made transfers through our accountant. It kept us from spending too much.

Havoc wasn't at the studio, but our engineer Fly was ther with Nyce. I told Nyce about Lindsay's invitation and asked him to come along. Eleven pm rolled around and we hopped in my bulletproof Suburban and stopped at the gas station to get gas plus some bread from the ATM. But when i checked my account, I still had zero! Sometimes the money transfers don't go through until the next day. Damn, I put ten bucks in the bulletproof, enough to get there and bac. Now I only had ten bucks and Nyce had twenty. Wow. We were going to an exclusive Manhattan club with thirty bucks to hang out with some million-dollar white chicks. Oh well, at least we looked good.

There were two black bouncers at the door who I figured might recognize me . "What's up man, it's Prodigy," I said. The bouncer looked at me like I was retarded.

"Are you on the guest list? he asked. "It's a private party."

"I should be, check it out. Prodigy from Mobb Deep."

"Nah, I don't see you," the bouncer said after glancing at the list, "Sorry"

"Yo, I'm Prodigy son, Mobb Deep. It's just two of us." I hated feeling like I had to beg to prove that I belonged in a club.

"Sorry, I can't let you in," he said, looking at me as if he couldn't care less.

"I'm here with Lindsay Lohan." I said. "She's waiting for me."

"Who?"

"Lindsay Lohan," I repeated, "Can you please tell Lindsay that Prodigy is at the door? Thank you." The look on his face was priceless.

Lindsay walked Nyce and me through the packed club to her VIP tables, where she had bottles of Grey Goose and Belvedere. Bungalow 8 looked like some tropical jungle type sh*t inside, a predominantly white crowd sprinked with blacks and latinos. I'd been there before with Alchemist. Lindsay's friends were wearing Mardi Gras- looking white masks, drunk and dancing crazily to rap music. Lindsay introduced me to her a.ssistant; we poured drinks and started dancing while Nyce danced with one of the mysterious masked ladies. Another masked lady got behind Nyce and had him in the sandwich- he looked over at me with a kool aid smile. After a handful of songs, Nyce and I walked to the bar so it wouldn't seem like we were drinking all of Lindsay's liqour.

"Prodigy?" a young black bartender looked at me and asked. "Oh sh*t, my favorite rapper! I love Mobb Deep. What can I get for you?"

"Two shots of Hennessey on ice," I told him, since we were on a tight budget.

"Man, I'm hooking you up with a bottle on the house," the bartender offered. I thanked him for the bottle- he saved us from looking stupid- and we walked back to VIP...

The ladies poured shots of Hennessey and Nyce started dancing with the same masked female. She lifted her mask to get some air and I saw it was Ashlee Simpson, Jessica Simpson's younger sister. I told Nyce so he'd know he had a celeb on his hands, then Lindsay pulled me back to her. I saw her looking at her blackberry after a while and her mood changed. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "This guy I used to mess with is fu*king stalking me. I think he's in the club."

"Oh yeah? Well, let me know if you see him and we'll fu*k him up," I said. "you good with me, I ain't letting nobody bother you if you don't wanna be bothered. Just let me know," After another hour of drinking, dancing, and grinding on each other, we said our good-byes. I don't know if Nyce got Ashlee's # but regardless, we had fun that night.

Buy Prodigy's autobiography here.