Here we go (yo), I'm a negro with an ego   So? Don't tell me what I'm doin' is illegal   No, I resort to violence only when provoked   Contrary to rumors, I'm no joke   If I sound hard it's because I'm pee-ed off   And do you wanna know why? Go 'head, tell 'em, Salt   All right, let me explain what upset me   No, we ain't tryin' to be sexy   Dismiss is quick with a miss like a tongue   Cuz I'd run if I was a chick, pick up a hit list   And I'm-a kick it like this      The word is out, you played me out   I won't scream and shout, straighten it out now   Don't lie and spy, stop tryin' to connive me   Slow your roll, you don't even know me   I'm not a militant, but I'm equivilant   To an activist, all I'm after is cheer among all   I don't care if they're big or small, short or tall   We've got to stand to fall, ain't that right, y'all?      Now all I can talk about is what I know   And all I know about is what I witness   What I witness is what I see   Me, way below status quo cuz I'm a negro with an ego   Yo, that don't go      CHORUS   Put some faith in your race   Put some faith in your race (repeat)      I'm black, and I'm proud to be a   African-American soul sister   Usin' my mind as a weapon, a lethal injection   And oh yes, I'm the best in whatever I do   I do better, I'm clever   I never half-step ask Salt or Pepa   We're partners in rhyme, one of a kind   This affair is rare, and you will never find   Another like me, gimme the mic, it's mine   Keep your mitts off this, yo, Salt, it's time   To let the public know the subject of the show   Is what America calls a negro with an ego   Yo, that don't go, that's a negative so...      CHORUS      Porche, Benz, and BM's are all suitable   For people who sell pharmacuticles   That's a stereotype, that's the hype   Don't ask me why I have an attitude (all right)   When I drop a nine-eleven on my 200C   The cops are surprised to see a minority   Behind the wheel of this car, it must be narcotics   How else could she have got it?   A brown-skinned female with two problems to correct   Wrong color, wrong sex      Sometimes I feel the real deal is to be a rebel   But that would bring me down to their level   I won't settle for that, it's unacceptable   Cuz Salt and Pepa's always very respectable   Sometimes we get crazy and outta hand   But it's all in the fun of makin' everybody dance   I'm proud of who and what I am so call me a negro with an ego   And get ready to go blow for blow      CHORUS