[Intro]

Yeah! Like that

Yeah! Like that

Yeah! Like that

D.I.T.C., '97

So what you sayin'?

[Verse 1: Diamond D]

Now, it's the mad magician with the ill deposition

No repetition, holdin' down Bronx traditions

My composition simply squash the competition

Step up and get beat into a submission

'Cause this musician with the street intuition

735 fuel-injected transmission

My opposition will have to recognize my steez

Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees

So please, you couldn't touch this cat with a stick

Quick to inflict tricks, blaze up in the flicks

Son, I'm sick and you could put that on my mama

Exclamation point, quotation, comma

Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahama

The skills go back to the days of Wonderama

So pass the scama, son, it's time to get this money

So we can relax and recline where it's sunny

[Verse 2: Big L]

I went from standin' on the corner sellin' cocaine

To rippin' shows live on stage for hoes yellin' my name

To be precise, rippin' mics is the light of my life

You frontin' like you trife, but never pulled a heist in your life

The price of my ice is sky-high, I'm a fly guy

That's every thug's dream, I really love cream, it's in my bloodstream

You mad 'cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you

More 9's and extra clips than you

Where I live, it ain't a nice town, you can't walk around iced-down

Some clown probably gettin' stuck right now

Peace to D.I.T.C., Show and A.G.

Fat J-O-E, Diamond D, Lord Finesse and me

I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York

A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin' the fort

Jackin' creeps, packin' heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps

Much love to all my peeps who got covered with sheets

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

Yo, most these rap cats don't know where it started, where it came from

We been reppin' this shit since day one

Diggin' In The Crates originators

Why niggas playa hate us knowin' damn well they can't fade us?

[Verse 3: A.G.]

You better take me out quick, 'cause I'm accurate when I bust mine

And make it count like Jordan at crunch time

Just in case I play Fishburne and double up on 9's

You could never make it rain, or stop my sunshine

So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time

Take note of your technique like we scheme on dimes

Disregard your truth, fuck your heart!

Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage 'til death do us part

Until then, master this art and kill them

With the pen it's dramatic, automatics, I commit sins

Hold my head, but when I've had it, I test chins

If that ain't real, then feel the stainless steel

Bang 'em and hang 'em like they did our relatives

Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived? Negative!

Wu-diggity, if you with me, then say, "Word!"

Lets get twisted like bottlecaps, (and) create like Spielberg

[Verse 4: Lord Finesse]

Check the referral, man, my whole squad's thorough

We worldwide, niggas just nice in one borough

We all gleam, plus we fiend for more cream

You got some nice players, they just on the wrong team, naaah'mean?!

As the world turns

To who it concern, we'll set you straight like a perm

Rap apostle, lyrical-type Picasso

Kinda hostile, nothin' less than colossal

You dig me like fossils, be the cat with the groovy soul

A lot of rappers out here actin' with no movie roles

You know the deal

I represent skills and niggas with bent grills that live to make a mill

On the real, that's my motto, too hard to follow

Will die in sorrow before I'm goin' out like Gravato

Hard to hit like Lotto, underworld role models

D.I.T.C., we be them cats of tomorrow

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

Most these rap cats don't know where it started, where it came from

We been reppin' this shit since day one

Diggin' In The Crates originators

Why niggas playa hate us knowin' damn well they can't fade us?

[Verse 5: O.C.]

Holdin' it down for D.I.T.C, niggas stink like feces

Comin' against raw dogs, you lost!

The way I stimulate rhyme in rhythmatic timin'

On beat, off-beat, drunk flow, here we go

Assignments handed out

Each individual stand out, carryin' his own clout

Phenomenal Moses of rap, I pose a threat

Foes I put 'em on a block like a hole in the pen

Lyrical genocide on the witty side

Niggas give me respect due, like the pope in a synagogue

Who weighin' my odds? O.C. far from a fraud

You waste my time, nigga, so I bag your broad

Blow your mind, ditto, with no conscience

I decide the law, motherfucker, I'm Congress

This concludes my repertoire of what I be on

Emcees make way for mines and get peed on

Fuck that!