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