What's the matter with your life? Why you gotta mess with mine? Don't keep sweatin' what I do, cause I'm gonna 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 sell it on a 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 tell you one more time, it's none of your business! Now who do you think you are, puttin' your G to sense in? Don't you got nothin' to do than worry about my friends? Check it! I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody pluggin' I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't They told me to change and call me names and so I popped one Opinions are like assholes and everybody's got one I never poke my nose where I'm not supposed to Believe me, if it's somethin' that I want, I'm steppin' closer I'm not one for playin' high pole like the hosta did in 90210 Type of hoe, I treat a man like he treats me The difference between a hooker and a hoe ain't nothin' but a forfeit 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 could get with that or you could get with this But I don't give a ***, cause really, it's none of your business! 1993, S&P packin' and mackin', bamboozlin' and smackin' Suckers with this trackin', 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 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 tell you one more time, it's none of your business How many rules am I to break before you understand That your double standards don't mean *** to me I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away But that's okay, cause I don't let it get to me Now every move I make, somebody's clockin' So ask me nothin', will you just leave me alone? Nevermind, who's the guy that I took home to bone? Okay, Miss Thing never givin' up skins If you don't like him or his friends, what about that Benz? Your pet pet's got a ill rep With all that macaroni trapped for raps, you better step Or better yet, get your head checked Cause I refuse to be played like a fitness and trick deck of cards No, I ain't hard like the bitches on the 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 broke who just humped and dumped you Or you confront if you have to But everybody gets horny just like you So, yo, so, yo, ho, check it Double-deck it, on a record, but naked Pep's ass gets respected, Miss, but it's 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 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 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 The Salt-N-Pepa's got it swingin' again The Salt-N-Pepa's got it swingin' again