Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shaggy
Vocals
Tony Gold
Background Vocals
Eddie Murphy
Sampled Artist
Gwen Laster
Violin
Jerry Johnson
Brass
Kevin Bachelor
Brass
Nigel Staff
Keyboards
Ricardo Ducent
Vocals
Robert Zapata
Guitar
S. Pizzonia
Background Vocals
War
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricardo Ducent
Songwriter
Orville Burrell
Songwriter
Thomas Sylvester Allen
Songwriter
Brian Thompson
Songwriter
Harold Brown
Songwriter
Lonnie Jordan
Songwriter
Charles Miller
Songwriter
Lee Oskar
Songwriter
Howard Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S. Pizzonia
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, man
Yo
Open up, man
What do ya want, man?
My girl just caught me
You let her catch you?
I dunno how I let this happen
With who?
The girl next door, you know?
Man, I dunno what to do
Say it wasn't you
Alright
[Verse 1]
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt-naked, bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had given her an extra key?
All this time she was standin' there, she never took her eyes off me
[Verse 2]
How ya fi give ya woman access to your villa?
Trespass and a witness all the hacklin' on your pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killer
Best review the situation that you caught up inna
To be a true player, you have to know how fi play
If she say a night, convince her, say a day
Never admit to a word weh she say
And if she claim a yuh, tell her, "Baby, no way"
[Chorus]
But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the screams gettin' louder (It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over
[Verse 3]
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt-naked, bangin' on the bathroom floor
I had tried to keep her from what she was about to see
Why should she believe me when I told her it wasn't me?
[Verse 4]
Mek you know say that she really no have right for vex
A never you she see ya make the gigolo flex
A smaddy else a favor you inna di complex
Seein' is believin', so you better change your specs
You know she a go bring a whole heap a things up from the past
All the likkle evidence, you better know fi mask
Quick 'pon ya answer, know how fi talk
But if she pack a gun, you know you better run fast
[Chorus]
But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the screams gettin' louder (It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over
[Verse 5]
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt-naked, bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had given her an extra key?
All this time she was standin' there, she never took her eyes off me
[Verse 6]
Wanna tell her that I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused
I've been listenin' to your reason, it makes no sense at all
Need to tell her that I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused
You may think that you're a player, but you're completely lost
That's why I sing
[Verse 7]
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt-naked, bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had given her an extra key?
All this time she was standin' there, she never took her eyes off me
Written by: Brian Thompson, C. W. Miller, Charles Miller, Harold Brown, Howard Scott, Lee Levitin, Lee Oskar, Lonnie Jordan, Morris Dickerson, Orville Burrell, Ricardo Ducent, Shaun Pizzonia, Thomas Sylvester Allen