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