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