What`s the matter with your life?
Why you gotta mess with mine?
Don`t keep sweatin` what I do
Cuz I`m gonna be just fine check it out
CHORUS
If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight
It`s none of your business
And she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend
It`s none of your business
Now you shouldn`t even get into who I`m givin` skins to
It`s none of your business
So don`t try to change my mind, I`ll tell you one more time
It`s none of your business
Now who do you think you are
Puttin` your cheap two cents in?
Don`t you got nothin` to do
Than worry `bout my friends? Check it...
I can`t do nothin`, girl, without somebody buggin`
I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn`t
They told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped one
Opinion`s are like assholes and everybody`s got one
I never put my nose where I`m not supposed to
Believe me, if he`s something that I want, I`m steppin` closer
I`m not one for playing high-pole
Like the house of ditty-nine-oh-two-one-oh type of the ho
I treat a man like he treats me
The difference between a hooker and a ho ain`t nothin` but a fee
So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me
You`re poppin` all that mess only to stress and to spite me
Now you can get with that or you can get with this
But I don`t give a shit cuz really it`s none of your business
[1993, S and P, packin` and mackin`
Bamboozlin` and smackin` suckers with this track
Throw the beat back in!]
CHORUS
How many rules am I to break before you understand
That your double-standards don`t mean shit to me?
I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away
But that`s ok cuz I don`t let it get it to me
Now every move I make somebody`s clockin`
Don`t ask me nothin`, will you just leave me alone?
Never mind who`s the guy that I took home...to bone
Ok, Miss Thing never givin` up skins
If you don`t like him or his friends what about that Benz?
Your Pep-Pep`s got an ill rep
With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step
Or better yet get your head checked
Cuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards
No, I ain`t hard like the bitches on a boulivard
My face ain`t scarred, and I don`t dance in bars
You can call me a tramp if you want to
But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you
Or you can front if you have to
But everybody gets horny just like you
So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked
Pep`s ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business
CHORUS
So the moral of this story is: Who are you to judge?
There`s only one true judge, and that`s God
So chill, and let my Father do His job
Cuz Salt and Pepa`s got it swingin` again
Cuz Salt and Pepa`s got it swingin` again
Cuz Salt and Pepa`s got it swingin` again
Cuz Salt and Pepa`s got it swingin` again...
