None Of Your Business

What's the matter with your life?Why you gotta mess with mine?Don't keep sweatin' what I doCuz I'm gonna be just fine - check it out!CHORUSIf I wanna take a guy home with me tonightIt's none of yo businessAnd if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekendIt's none of yo businessNow you, shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins toIt's none of yo businessSo don't try, to go and change my mind, I'll tell you one more timeIt's none of yo businessNow who do you think you arePuttin' your cheap two cents in?Don't you got nothin' to doThan worry about my friends? -- Check it!I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody bugginI used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn'tThey told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped oneOpinion's are like assholes and everybody's got oneI never put my nose where I'm not supposed toBelieve me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' closerI'm not one for playing high-poleLike the house of ditty 90210 type of the hoI treat a man like he treats meThe difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a feeSo hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like meYou're poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite meNow you can get with that or you can get with thisBut I don't give a shit cuz really it's none of your business[1993, S and P, packin' and mackinBamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track andThrow the beat back in!]CHORUSHow many rules am I to break before you understandThat your double-standards don't mean shit to me?I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk awayBut that's ok cuz I don't let it get it to meNow every move I make somebody's clockinDon't ask me nothin', will you just leave me alone?Never mind who's the guy that I took home...to boneOk, Miss Thing never givin' up skinsIf you don't like him or his friends what about that Benz?Your Pep-Pep's got an ill repWith all that macaroni trap for rap you better stepOr better yet get your head checkedCuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cardsNo, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulevardMy face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in barsYou can call me a tramp if you want toBut I remember the punk who just humped and dumped youOr you can front if you have toBut everybody gets horny just like youSo, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-nakedPunk ass disrespect, and this but it