A-one, a-one-two  It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like...    [CHORUS]    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    [CHORUS]    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    [CHORUS]    (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))    [CHORUS]