The Diggin' in the Crates Crew, also known as D.I.T.C., was a New York-based hip-hop group, deriving its name from the art of seeking out records to sample for production. Its members have achieved substantial and consistent recognition in underground rap circles, having often collaborated with undiscovered talents and underground artists alongside the most commercial of rappers. All of its members were from the Bronx, with the exception of Big L (from Harlem) and O.C. (from Brooklyn).
History
D.I.T.C. consisted of rappers, DJs, and producers. The members were Showbiz & A.G., Diamond D, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, O.C., Buckwild, and Big L.
In 2008, Freddie Foxxx (using his Bumpy Knuckles pseudonym) released the long-shelved Crazy Like A Foxxx album. The second of two discs featured DITC produced demo versions of the original tracks dating to 1993. DITC production contrasted with the Jailhouse version of production from 1994.
In 2011, Showbiz confirmed that the crew itself is now defunct and will no longer create any new albums in the future citing musical creative differences. However, member O.C. confirmed that the group will indeed record a brand new album with production so far from Diamond D & Lord Finesse awaiting Buckwild. He stated that their deceased member Big L would not want them to end their legacy like this.
D.I.T.C. is the debut from Hip Hop collective D.I.T.C., or Diggin' in the Crates Crew. The group consists of Lord Finesse, Show, A.G., Diamond D, Fat Joe, O.C., Buckwild and the late Big L. The album closer, "Tribute", is a tribute track to Big L, who was murdered on February 15, 1999. The album also features the singles "Dignified Soldiers" from 1998, "Day One", "Thick" and "Get Yours".
The European version features the exclusive bonus track "Time to Get This Money" which is produced by Ahmed and features DJ Premier on turntables. However, the European version of the album does not include the song "Where Ya At".
Track listing
Samples
Thick
Get Yours
Where Ya At
Way of Life
Day One
Foundation
Champagne Thoughts
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ALBUMS
- The Movement released: 2008
- All Love released: 2000
- D.I.T.C. released: 2000
- Instrumental Album - Worldwide released:
- Live At Tramps New York 'In Memory Of Big L' Volume 1 released:
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Foundation
by: D.I.T.CYo, yo, yo ..
Chorus: [Diamond D]
We love the foundation, time to lock shit
Ladies look no more we got this
D.I.T.C. spits the hot shit
And while you busy poppin' shit we're poppin' Cris
Ain't no stoppin' this like, ?
See it's all laced out wearing rocks and shit
On the set niggas start to cockglocking shit
Hating when we come through ya metropolis
[Dimaond D]
I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes
Expensive whips, first-class trips
Seven days cruises, honey don't trip
Excel class if ya heard room fit
Platinum cars, givin' no credit to me
Tiffany labs, ?
H-class minerals with no floors in it
Be one two, with the windows all tinnit
And I be all in it, for Tommy Hil' send it
Everything is paid for, mami not rent it
Two albums deep, it's all documented
Y'all little monkeys gon' see in a minute
Look, G-O-L-D in a minute
'Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata !
It's Di-a-mond D on ya set
Throwin' all G's and charge a jet
[ O.C. ]
I'm doin' time in the rap game
Sorta like a beered up North all one and the same
My slang keep comin' steady num in ya brain
Like substers abusin' lies for cocaine
I get ya open, my stuff be pokin'
Two pulls a past for three niggaz smoking
It's no joking when it comes to this
On occasion I might pop a bottle of Cris'
With a wrist full of ice on the bracelet
Trade rhymes in for cash, money I stash
For the future, treat more wis' than Peter Luger
For lyrical fitness I train with ?Luke Luva?
Incorporate lyrical bust with fist to custwit style for a million bucks
For this I got love, not lust
If I lay her down with no fear than it means I wanna fuck!
[ CHORUS ]
[A.G.]
My flow, be sicker than yours
Hoes, bounce gimme some mo'
Wanna rap with me? Then gimme some dough
Wanna track from me? Then gimme some dough
I sport those type of flows that excite the hoes
That's my ice that roll and light the dro'
Love is love, y'all niggas gettin' sheisht with yours
Diamond beats hittin' harder than Tyson blows
I might explode, once I grab the mic and blow
Claim you don't like the flow, when you want to bite the flow
Pop bubbly, catch me in the club playin' Bugsy
Get Dirty like ?, it could get ugly
I rock mines and cop top of the line cars
Then charge you twentie-thou', only drop nine bars
Slight the tight men, cop about nine jars
To trig or tone come home while we rap when you behind bars
[Lord Finesse]
Niggas is finito, when my and my peeps blow
Name it the game, stack dough and keep blow, fo' sho
We straight, better see yaselfves
We seein' more chips than the ?
On a club night we hillin', watching the thugs fight
Iced out, nigga shining like flug-lights
Rolling with grimy niggas, dirty like mud-fights
Throwing it up, while you sipping on Bud-Light
Steady balling, why you stop the thing
Blind you with rocks and links, make ya drop ya drink
On some slick shit, dress-up dip shit
Floors with rocks and stones you don't mind getting hit with
Don't sleep, me and my crew's deep
Whether in the air, on four wheels or two feet
Salute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirst
Fuck freestylin; nowadays you pay first