Everybody wants to be a big shot
 Everybody wants to make a quick buck
 Everybody wants to be on the top
 Everybody wants to be...
 (repeat)


 Just like me  just like me
 The S to the A to the L to the fa sol la T's makin' dough
 (Nuts?) No  but as in big bucks
 So (huh?)  so (who?)  so what the hell
 It doesn't matter who goes 'n buy my records long as they sell
 And I can tell that you don't like me very well
 Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin' my pockets swell


 And makin' me a little rich now (yeah, baby)
 You ain't seen nothing if you think that I'm a bitch now
 Check it out, check it out
 Just watch me, just watch me


 I wasn't tryin' to be a hooker sellin' pootang
 Up and down the block just ain't my thang
 I seen a lot of women fall and gettin' fast money
 Cuz either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey
 I needed more to explore so I tried rap
 Now in 1993, I'm livin' mack stack
 Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby
 And now I'm drivin' niggas crazy


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 Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays
 Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Guccis
 Whatever's in style and costs some big ?
 Just to get one, niggas get a real five
 It's all about the great paper chase
 A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
 So read me all the rules so I can have my money right
 Cuz I'm a new lady boss keepin' game tight


 So, you think you're all that, feelin' kinda phat
 But can you see where the wrong is?
 I, I don't know much about ya
 But there's no doubt you're out to get yours anyway you can


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 [You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches
 They think they're all that cuz they're popular in Europe
 Yeah, probably sell-out hookers
 Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them
 Please, I don't wanna be like them bitches
 I know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff
 Oh, and Spinderella
 Nah, nah, nah, she's cool, it's them other bitches I can't stand


 (So I'm a bitch now?)
 Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa!
 (Sometimes I be buggin' because I'm rich now)
 Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?
 (Well, I don't need nothin' cuz you know that I'm a bitch, y'all)
 Yo, y'all's hair is real fly, where'd ya all get your hair done at?
 (You say, "oh, ain't she somethin'" because I'm rich now
 And I'll bet you wanna be like me)
 Still can't stand them bitches
 (Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a bitch, y'all
 A rich bitch, y'all, and I know)]



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