Internationally Known D.I.T.C. (Ft. Big L, Fat Joe, Lord Finesse & O.C.)

[O.C.]
Majestic, double-breasted, shine like diamonds, illustrious
Rainbow glow, charismatic, my crew's the fattest fans
Strung off the rhyme time like a cocaine addict
Who the fucks says otherwise? My skills incognito
Test me son, I turn evil
Old school, Wallaby type, Sugar Hill grill
Laid back, relax, like I hold a mil
Paradise seeking, lumps of cheddar, I consider
While the bass go BOMP BOMP to live better
I dream of pushing vehicles, three or so
At times I dress b-boy, at times b-bo
Duh-duh-duh stutter shit, I still say the butter shit
Sharp on the mic, I bring out that box cutter shit
D-I-T man, you know who the fuck we are
Back cats conbine with niggas that's D.R
O.C. hold it down like I'm drowning a man
Home run hitting chicks grand slamming 'em man

Yes, we're internationally known
To drop a hot poem on the microphone
Cause we get stupid, I mean outrageous
Running through your town kid, tearing down stages

[Fat Joe]
Don't get it fucked up or twisted, Joey the Coke's about to rip shit
And end your existance in an instant
For instance, I got button men to rack in instants
Inflict pain, step back, Paulie the dentist
The root canal, governments trying to shoot me down
For calling Uncle Sam's bluff in the Boogie Down
Tax free, a visit gijante, is who backs me
A made man who plays better with Pataki
You ask me, "D.I.T.C., what does that mean?"
Diplomatic Immunity when we Taking Cream (Roof!)
Enterprise, take a look into these Spanish eyes
Cabrini Green the color of a man that vanished dies
The man disguised in American rides
While Armageaddon's on the corner, bumping coke and drinking Ides
I slide, beep the horn on the 525
Ass we passing 'em by we toss the peace sign in the sky