None Of Your Business

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 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 Opinions 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 hypo like the high saditty 90210 type of 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 'cause really, it's none of your business 1993, S-N-P, packin' and mackin' Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track and 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'll 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 shit 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 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 Okay, 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 'Cause 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 Oh, 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 the regular butt-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 'Cause Salt-N-Pepa's got it swingin' again 'Cause Salt-N-Pepa's got it swingin' again 'Cause Salt-N-Pepa's got it swingin' again 'Cause Salt-N-Pepa's got it swingin' again 'Cause Salt-N-Pepa's got it swingin' again 'Cause Salt-N-Pepa's got -