The Enemy D.I.T.C. (Ft. Big L & Fat Joe)

[Intro: O.C.]
Fuck who did I offend, rappers, sit back, I'm 'bout to begin

[Verse 1: Big L]
I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced-out watch
Knots in my socks, cops think I'm sellin' rocks
Pullin' me over to see if I'm drunk, but I'm sober
They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova
Listen Columbo, you're mad because your money come slow
And what you make in a year I make in one show
Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride
Call me all kind of names, try to hurt my pride
You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat
Talking 'bout, "Where the gun at?" I been there and done that
I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin' legit
I love to see cars come cruisin' by, playin' my shit
I walk around with six thou' without a pistol, my whole clique's wild
I'm rich, pal, no more sticks, I'm makin' hits now
I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws
I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours
So get that flashlight out of my face
To bring me down, them jakes will do whatever it takes
Word up, them federals got my phone and my house tapped
Prayin' that I fall for the mousetrap, I doubt that

[Chorus: Big L]
Why do I end up in so much shit?
I done came way too far to be callin' it quits
Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit
They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick