Pep had to step she`ll be back in a sec
But in the meantime I like to have sound check
One two`s what I say as the record gets played
For a little bit to make sure it stays on track
The wax can`t be scratched unless Spin is there
So she can catch it on time so then I can rhyme
The vocalist on the mic is me
I`m the short and sexy one in effect
About to bring it to you straight up, wait up
You ready? Huh, it`s time to pay up
The capital S gonna spot
I`m here to wreck shop [Salt, where`s Pepa?]
Yo, she`s at the next stop
So all aboard, grab a seat and get set
Spinderella, start it up, now let`s check
Overdrive, rhyme after rhyme, I`m still the best
I`m holdin` down camp keepin` punks in check
So snap out of it, me the soloist for what?
Salt and Pepa with mics, Spinderella with cuts
Let`s get paid, get paid
Yeah, comin` in and goin` in, growin` in and throwin` in
We got the flavor, and everyday we`re showin` it
So just stay back cuz Salt ain`t takin` no fronts
Cuz I`m dope, I look good, and I`m paid to be blunt
Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from Queens
You think it`s def now? Wait till Pepa steps on the scene
So petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straight
The name Salt and Pepa, the year `88
Let`s get paid, get paid
Doin` the chores on behalf of my partner
Like money in the bank so thanks, now I`m a spark of the ashes
Strike the match, light the fuse
Spinderella, me, and Pep singing the Get Paid blues
To the petty I`m like a machete making confetti
Cuz you don`t see Pepa, punk, step up, you still ain`t ready
You want a piece of what the Salt releases?
Take a chunk, punk, and now you`re leaving in pieces
Step left, jet poo-putt-putt in your Nova
Before you thought, think again, you won`t get over
With a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be brief
Yo, Pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic
Cuz I`m hoggin` it, Holmes start loggin` it
They wanna know do I rock? Salt be doggin` it
Shakin` and bakin` the mic just like a chef
I`ll rock this beat until there ain`t none left
Let`s get paid, get paid
Let`s get paid, get paid
If I run out of breath, I take a pause
If Pepa`s on stage I say Go for yours
But if she ain`t then this mic I`m minin`
I say Spin, drop it and keep rhymin`
When Pepa comes back she`ll say Salt, chill
Grab the mic, and go for the kill
But you`re lucky cuz she ain`t back yet
Relax, men, you`re a nervous wreck
Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin`
You look scared, stiff as a manequin
But still you`re back again to see me rap again
Spin, cut the final hit, let`s just pack `em in
Cuff `em and stuff `em, they know I still love `em
If they can`t stand the heat well then chuck `em
Salt and Pepa, Spinderella came here to tell ya
Let`s get paid, get paid
Let`s get paid, get paid
