Friedr. DICK is a German cutlery manufacturer founded 1778 in Esslingen, Germany. Known by their logo name of F.Dick, the company has three lines of business. F. Dick specializes primarily in butcher's knives and tools, where it is regarded as a market leader in both Europe and North America. The company is known for its wide range of high quality sharpening steels and is also renowned for its chef's knives where it is a respected manufacturer in the professional sector, but less established for the casual user. Although F. Dick cutlery is available for purchase in the American market, the brand has not caught-on with mainstream American consumers. As a result, the brand is limited in its availability, and is generally only available at cutlery specialty-stores in the American market.
F. Dick also manufactures industrial grade and kitchen grade sharpening solutions. These range from advanced semi-automated wet-grinding machines to honing-steels.
F. Dick is mentioned by name in Anthony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential. Specifically, he notes the offset serrated knife that is manufactured by the company.
Dick, Dicks or Dick's may refer to:
Dick is an English language euphemism used for a variety of slang purposes, some generally considered vulgar. It is used to refer to the penis, and by extension as a verb to describe sexual activity. It is also used as a pejorative term for individuals who are considered to be rude, abrasive, inconsiderate, or otherwise contemptible. In this context, it can be used interchangeably with jerk, and can also be used as a verb to describe rude or deceitful actions. Variants include dickhead, which literally refers to the glans. The offensiveness of the word dick is complicated by the continued use of the word in inoffensive contexts, including as both a given name and a surname, in the popular British dessert, spotted dick, in the classic novel Moby-Dick, and in the Dick and Jane series of children's books. Uses such as these have provided a basis for comedy writers to exploit this juxtaposition through double entendre.
The word dick has had other slang meanings in the past. It was frequently used in mystery fiction to mean "detective", as with the 1940 W.C. Fields film, The Bank Dick (which was released in the United Kingdom as The Bank Detective). The word has sometimes been used to mean "nothing". Neither of these definitions were necessarily pejorative or related to the usual modern meaning of the word.
As a surname, Dick is the 1,513th most common name in Great Britain with 6,545 bearers. Although found in every part of Britain, the form Dick is especially common in Scotland, and it was from there, in the 17th century, that the surname was taken to Northern Ireland. It is most common in West Lothian, where it is the 78th most common surname with 1,742 bearers. Other notable concentrations include Northumberland (146th, 1,630), Tyne and Wear (335th, 1,738) and Berkshire (365th, 1,704) and in Norfolk.
Currently, in the U.S., it ranks at 1,388 out of 88,799 surnames.
[Intro]
Say you wanna be a fly emcee (Uh-huh)
But can you really fuck with Phife Diggy (Hell no)
You claim about how you get much bank
But Money can you fuck with Mutt Ranks
I be the emcee with the illest styles
Cause on the microphone I get buckwild
Haha! Yeah, fuck that
Bassline, yo hit me
[Verse One]
Check it, I'm shittin' on rappers this year
Who the fuck claims they want some of this here (I dunno)
Go ahead, show your face, shall I crush your shit now
Say a smidgeon of a word and I bust your shit down
How dare you stand in my face with that old nonsense
Toys 'R' Us lyrics, yo fuck that (?) concept
I back-smack niggas that claim to be the hardest
Say the word battle and I'll gladly do the honors
Now for the past, I guess you heard me on some wild shit
Never had a chance to do some wild out shit
B&S and folks I know were on some bitch-like shit
So debt to label, on top of that, shady cats is the management
I made a vow, no more gettin' penetrated
Fuck that old happy shit, peep the style that's demonstrated
Right here nigga, let's just be real nigga
I know cats be actin' funny, you can go figure
What the fuck, you thought the Diggy was a pussy nigga
Or better yet (What!) I ain't have it in me nigga
Man please, I wax emcees of all types and variations
While you jerk artists and put out bogus compilations
When shit hit the fan, niggas go on vacation
Or wanna join the Nation [Q-Tip:] "Phifey why's you hatin'"
Yo fuck the clowns Frank, yo peep the bullshit they makin'
They fakin', look at all the talent they wastin'
Now every artist on the roster, you know they straight fuckin' prankin'
No more of that will Phife be takin', it's money time!
Like Heather B I'm takin' mine, and that's my word
I'm more anxious than Ginuwine, I straight get on some
M.O.P meanin' blast a nine, Once again for two-thou
Mutty ain't refined, while two of our fakers from beyond
The motherfuckin' sign, and to whom it may concern
Kiss my never-mind, you couldn't hear the first time?
Well nigga press rewind, the fuck y'all thought?
Diggy Dawg wouldn't get his shine, yo let me find out they corny
You know that ass is mine, and if you'd like to see me
I ain't too hard to find, just e-mail me at
(Three W dot kiss my behind and suck my
Testes dot com) And I'll gladly show you maggots
Why you laid the bomb, it's true Phife, yo fuck that
Money I'm just gettin' warm, to whom it may concern FUCK THAT!
It's on! uh uh it's on! uh uh
It's on! it's on! uh uh it's on!
[Chorus x2]
It's ventilation! I gotta air some things out
I know a few understand what I'm talkin' about
Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that!
Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that!
[Verse Two]
Phife Diggy got these rappers feelin' uneasy
Physically and mentally they say they wanna emcee, but it ain't meant to be
I discredit all jerks, full force
'Til they discover who's the man, which leads me to this next discourse
I'm so disquited with hiphop, cause yo it's disgraceful
Disinfect all of you roaches, clean 'em up, Lord thank you
What we need is discipline, all of these rappers don't trifle
Sould I just join. I can't do that cause I'm a hiphop disciple
Standin' next to Bambataa, holdin' fort is how we do
Those who disrespect the culture, (What!) we seein' you
Disfigure you! (Disfigure you!) Discard you! (Discard you!)
These shiney emcees know the flavor, they get disfavored
So from now on my brethren use your discretion
Don't fuck yourself and if you do I hope your usin' protection
How many you murdered on your album, or is that just for attention?
These labels got y'all like Muppets so I'ma play Jimmy Henson
Mutt Dawg for two-thou, makin' moves like George Jetson
See every dog has his day, so this year no half-steppin'
To hear Phife Diggy on the mic, yes sir it's such a blessin'
Now get the fuck out my session, you punk bitch!