What's the matter with your life? Why you gotta mess with mine? Don't keep sweatin' what I do Cuz I'm gunna be just fine Check it out If I Wanna take a guy Home with me tonight (It's none of your business.) And if she Wanna be a freak and Tell it on the week-end (It's none of your business.) Now you Shoulden't be gettin' into Who im givin' skins to (Its none of your business.) So don't Try to change my mind I'll tell you one more time (Its none of your business.) Now who do you think you are? Putting your cheap two cents in? Don't you got nothin' better to do than worry bout my friends? Check it I can't do nothin' girl Without somebody buggin' I used to think it was me But now I see it wasnt They told me to change And called me names Then so I popped one Opinions are like assholes And everybody's got one I never poke my nose in Where Im not supposed ta' Belive me if he's something that I want Im steppin closah' (closer) I'm not one for playing Hi-Po Like a house o' ditty, nine o' two one o type of ho I treat a man like he treats me The diffrence between a hooker and ho Ain't nothin' but a fee So hold your tounge tightly Wish you could be like me You poppin all that mess Only to stress and to spite me But you can get with that Or you can get with this But I dont give a shit Cuz really its none of your business [1993, S and P, packin' and mackin' Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track Throw the beat back in!] If I Wanna take a guy Home with me tonight (It's none of your business.) And if she Wanna be a freak and Tell it on the week-end (It's none of your business.) Now you Shoulden't be gettin' into Who im givin' skins to (Its none of your business.) So don't Try to change my mind I'll tell you one more time (Its none of your business.) 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 thats okay Cuz I dont let it get to me Now every move I make Somebodys Clockin' So ask me nothin Will you just leave me alone? Nevermind who's the guy that I took home To bone OK! Miss thing never givin up skins If you dont like him or his friends What about that Beeenz 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 boulevard 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 recordbutt-naked Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business If I Wanna take a guy Home with me tonight (It's none of your business.) And if she Wanna be a freak and Tell it on the week-end (It's none of your business.) Now you Shoulden't be gettin' into Who im givin' skins to (Its none of your business.) So don't Try to change my mind I'll tell you one more time (Its none of your business.) 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