Dissin' all of the opposition
 MCs  it's my butt you're kissin'
 Because I desire

 Yo  wait a minute  chill  I want ya all to hear
 Why rap is not a joke  for us it's a career
 Others try to imitate but none has come near
 So you see why everybody stands up and cheer
 And if you really think about it you know what it means
 To be a female rapper from the heart of Queens
 And see others dream about being supreme
 But once on the scene we start killing kings
 People claim we're too wild to tame
 On stage we behave like sizzlin' flame
 And oh, so cool when we rap you need a sweater
 The rhymes so tough you swear they're made of leather
 Get the best of your bunch, and I bet that we're better
 Tell 'em why, Pepa, tell 'em why - cuz I desire

 DJs come and go just like the wind
 But mine is better than all of them
 She's sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut
 More lethal than a laser if you wanna play rough
 Not the object of a show, subject to cut ????
 ????? tell you Spinderella's dope
 Call her Spin for short but she don't take ????
 Wanna duel? You're a fool ????
 Choppin' beats for these until the turntables bleed
 Scratches so damn hard you'd swear the mixer had fleas
 She's the mutilator, music carnivore
 Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw
 You're still amazed by the way she plays
 Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop craze which I desire

 Salt from the Pepa and my name is Cher
 From Queens, New York not Delaware
 I like my steak well-done cuz I hate it rare
 And I'm lovable and huggable like Yogi the Bear
 Pepa from the Salt so do not rip
 Cuz if you do I'll shift from first to fifth
 Lights out, it's heard, I thought you were dead
 Short, fading went I went upside your head
 So get back to the beat cuz the beat is bad
 The beat pro and the bass gets much impact
 The beats rock and just because the beat kicks bass
 We're gonna bounce this beat all over the place cuz I desire

 While you're on the set let the cameras roll
 Salt and Pepa are the stars, the world's the video
 Your room is boomin' when we're on your stereo
 So hold on tight, don't dare let go
 We're the teachers, you're the students - class is in session
 Pay attention boys and girls, and learn your lesson
 We're running things, yes, we're taking over
 You be the grass, we'll be the lawnmower
 Never fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack
 Not trying, succeeding cuz it's like that
 Hot damn, how could you be so doggone dumb?
 Trying to dis Salt and Pepa when we're number one?
 But we excuse you cuz you're dippy, your mind's in a daze
 Like every duck you're confused in so many ways
 Giving nothing, taking all whether big or small
 We got a ???? beat and it's dope, def y'all
 Every day of the week you're at my beck and call
 You wanna try me out? You don't have the gall cuz I desire