Salt and Pepa's back and we came to out rap you
So get out my face before I smack you
Ho don't you know? Can't you understand?
If you mess with me I'll take you man

Well I'll take your man right out the box
And put him under my padlocks
So when you see us together chillin' in the place
Cold walkin' and sportin' him in your face
Go ahead roll your eyes suck your teeth
Keep huffin' and puffin' like a dog in heat
You can call me a crook, a robber, a thief
But I'll be your butcher if you got beef
You know what's up - I ain't no poo-putt
'Cause Pepa kick butts off dumb, young bucks like you
And the rest of your crew

If moms want static I'll dis her, too
So scram you know who I am
Damn, chick, don't play me, punk 'cause I'll take your man

I'll take your man whenever I feel like it
This ain't a threat or a bet, it's a damn promise
From me to you, your sex life's through
If you get another lover, I'll take him, too
All I have to do is say a rhyme or two
And he'll hop and leave you like a kangaroo
I'll make him heel for me even steal for me
His mother and father he'd kill for me
That's what you get for trying to play smart
Now take a hike with that slayed-up heart
Girl, you don't know if you're comin' or goin'

Look at your face - your jealousy's growin' and showin'

Don't get mad - you don't have the right

I throw below solo but ladylike on the mic

Psyche is where I win my battles

I'll handle you like a baby with a rattle

Don't make me prove to you that I can

Either give him up or get slammed - I'll take your man

I'll take your man, that's right but just for spite

Because you tried to dis me when I was on the mic

But I really don't want him, the guy ain't fly, shoot

He can't afford to buy a Fila suit

Runs the same old gear, never has fresh wear

What he whispered in my ear I can't repeat here

I don't want to seem to be so damn mean

But you're the hippiest critter I ever seen

Before I got on the stage you wished me good luck

Turned around and told your friends I suck

Well look at you now - you ain't got nobody

Searching for love in a fifth of Bicardi

You look bad, girl, you look like you're dying

Ain't no use in crying - I'll take your man

Yo, Cher, school this fool!

I'll take your man, your fiancee, your husband

You ain't Alice, this ain't Wonderland

And when I say I will you know I can

Don't mess with me 'cause I'll take your man

I'll take your man anytime, at the drop of a dime

'cause he's rappin' and strappin' so hard on mine

Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look

The brother's eyein' me down, he's staring down my throat

But he's a ducker sucker, soft-hearted punk

Goin' skiing for skeezers, stunts for blunt

So that's why y'all have so many things in common

Him for just robbin', you for lap slobbin'

I never ever went out my way to get played

Keeping guys like yours held down at bay

You know I can, I got the upper-hand

Tramp, you don't stand a chance 'cause I'll take your man

Most girls have guys that's good to go

But yours is slow - he's a freakin' a-hole

The fact still stands, there's no change in plans

"Yo, Pepa, your wish is my command!"

Now you know, you know I'll take your...man

Check him out, you see what I mean?

He's leading the pack as the fellas scream

"Go, Sandy! Get busy! Go, Sandy! Get busy!"

It's so easy to make 'em fall for me, Heather

No man can resist Salt and Pepa

Because we're perfect from head to toe

It's not speculation - your man says so

Revenge is sweet but payback's a trip

Girlfriend, you won't know which is which

But I'll tell you this: Don't try to answer this jam

Because if you do then I'll take your...

And I'll take your...

And we'll take your man

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Bernard Worrell, Bootsy Collins, George Clinton, Jr., George Jr Clinton, Herby Azor