Enemy
Ditc Lyrics


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I drive up and down Harlem blocks
Iced down medallions cops think I'm selling rocks
Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk
but I'm soberm 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 want to frisk me and search my ride
Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride

You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat
Pockets dumb fat, talkin' 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' bye and playin' my shit
I walk around with six thou without the pistol
My whole click's wild I'm rich Pah
No more sticks I'm makin' hits now

I drink Cristal I'm through breaking laws
I don't sell coke anymore I do tours
So get that flashlight out of my face
To bring me down Jake do whatever it takes

Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped
Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that

[Chorus]
Why do I end up in so much shit
I don't came way too far to be calling it
Jake want to lock me up even though I'm legit
They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick

Hey yo enough is enough federals try to set me up
Put me in cuffs and crush what I lost into dust
Plus they want a nigga
But they know Big Joey Crack ain't never rat a cat that he know

I left the streets alone, and almost killed his mama
So I'm a keep doin' what I'm doin'
Pursuin' my dream til there enough cream to start my own union
And show these kids how legit it is

Shit is real I use a steel but now I own several businesses
So where is your witness that you claim to have sayin'
Extortin' New York and not payin' tax
I lean back playin' the role playin' too low

But it's the same ol Joe so don't get K.O.
Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did

[Chorus: x2]





What would you do if the vicious enemy suddenly started comin
at you armed to the teeth and ready to kill you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ditc's song The Enemy discuss the struggles of being an African-American man in a society that continuously believes they are criminals. The song starts with the rapper driving through Harlem, and the police stop him, assuming he is selling drugs. He clarifies that he is sober and only harassed by the police because they would not treat him the same if he drove a different car. His immense wealth and success are difficult for the police to understand, and they take out their anger on him.


The second verse of the song focuses on how the police try to set him up and bring him down, tapping his phone and house. They want him to fall for their trap, but he is too wise to fall for it. He expresses his frustration with constantly being targeted, concluding that he will keep pursuing his dreams until he achieves enough success to create his own union and show the youth that they can be legitimate and successful.


These lyrics speak to the larger issue of systemic racism and how the police systemically discriminates against African-Americans. Ditc's lyrics offer an inside look at the struggles that come with being a successful black man in a society that does not believe in your legitimacy.


Line by Line Meaning

I drive up and down Harlem blocks
I frequently move around my community.


Iced down medallions cops think I'm selling rocks
Police suspect me of selling drugs because of my jewelry.


Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk
Law enforcement officers stop me to check if I'm driving under the influence.


but I'm sober, they wouldn't f*** with me if I drove a Nova
I'm not drunk, and the police wouldn't bother me if I drove an ordinary car.


You're mad because your money come slow
You're jealous because you don't earn as much money as I do.


And what you make in a year I make in one show
I make a year's worth of your salary in just one performance.


Now you want to frisk me and search my ride
You want to search me and the vehicle I'm in for illegal items.


Call me all kinds of names try to hurt my pride
You insult me and try to lower my self-esteem.


You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat
You're upset because I'm a young man.


Pockets dumb fat, talkin' bout where the gun at
I have a lot of money, and you're asking where my firearm is.


I been there and done that
I have already experienced the criminal lifestyle.


I'm through with that illegal life I'm stayin' legit
I'm done with crime and committing illegal acts. Now, I want to live legitimately.


I love to see cars come cruisin' by and playin' my shit
I enjoy seeing vehicles play the music I've created.


I walk around with six thou without the pistol
I carry six thousand dollars on me without a weapon.


My whole click's wild I'm rich Pah
My entire crew is reckless, but I'm wealthy.


No more sticks I'm makin' hits now
I'm no longer carrying guns but making successful music.


I drink Cristal I'm through breaking laws
I enjoy premium champagne and am done with criminal activity.


I don't sell coke anymore I do tours
I'm no longer selling cocaine; I perform concerts.


So get that flashlight out of my face
Remove the blinding light from my eyes.


To bring me down Jake do whatever it takes
Police are using any necessary method to harm me.


Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped
The federal authorities have wiretapped my home phone line.


Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that
They hope I will become a victim to their trap, but I doubt it will happen.


Why do I end up in so much shit
Why do I always find myself in trouble?


I don't came way too far to be calling it
I'm not giving up after coming this far.


Jake want to lock me up even though I'm legit
The police officer wants to arrest me even though I'm no longer committing crimes.


They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick
They are jealous of my wealth as a young person of color.


Hey yo enough is enough federals try to set me up
I'm tired of being profiled and set up by federal authorities.


Put me in cuffs and crush what I lost into dust
Handcuff me and destroy everything I've worked hard to obtain.


Plus they want a n****,*
They want to arrest me and other Black individuals.


But they know Big Joey Crack ain't never rat a cat that he know
They know I won't rat out my friends or associates.


I left the streets alone, and almost killed his mama
I stopped engaging in criminal activity, and even nearly killed someone's mother.


So I'ma keep doin' what I'm doin'
I'll keep making music and living a legitimate life.


Pursuin' my dream til there enough cream to start my own union
I'll continue chasing my aspirations until I can create an organization that provides for others.


And show these kids how legit it is
I want to demonstrate to younger generations the benefits of living an honest life.


Shit is real I use a steel but now I own several businesses
My previous life was violent, but now I'm a successful entrepreneur.


So where is your witness that you claim to have sayin'
Where is the evidence you claim to possess?


Extortin' New York and not payin' tax
You're illegally profiting and failing to pay taxes.


I lean back playin' the role playin' too low
I'm trying to stay low-key and remain in character.


But it's the same ol Joe so don't get K.O.
I'm still the same person, so don't try to overpower me.


What would you do if the vicious enemy suddenly started comin
How would you respond if your threatening opponent emerged before you?


at you armed to the teeth and ready to kill you
Fully loaded and unafraid to execute you.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, JOSEPH ANTHONY CARTAGENA, LAMONT COLEMAN

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@DJAlboogie55

It's a damn shame that we had to loose Big L so early in his career that MC can flow with the best of them!!! Rest In Peace.

@nicolekeelan1525

This is what I say too g

@gobshite

DITC were the ILLEST!
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@JUNGLISTMANIFESTO

One of the last joints he recorded. This and the Shyhiem record. Just goes to show he was getting better and better. Best of all time.

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@lawze4409

BIG L Would of been a problem if he was still alive these rappers are lucky

@IIEthanGamingII

They have no idea bro...

@greylofollen4133

He would have been New York's greatest

@SouthernOregonOrgani

It’s a shame this isn’t the vibe anymore. This is very late 90’s and no one’s doing this kinda music anymore. Goth money records is the natural evolution of this kind of music, but it still has modern day influence

@dopeod1

21 YEARS AGO BIG L PASSED AWAY!! REST IN PEACE GOATπŸ”₯

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