What’s on your Mind

[Intro]
(I got it)
(I got it)
Shanté: The question is question number 1 is that is
Is what’s on your mind?
Man: What’s is on your mind? (I got, I got, I got, I got it)
Shanté: What’s on my mind?
Man: Yeah, what is on your mind?
Shanté: Well I guess…
Man: You guess what
Yeah, I do want to know. (I got it)

[Verse 1]
Shanté: There’s a few things I would like to know
Man: What’s that?
Shanté: If you’re fuck a drug dealer does that make you a hoe?
Man: Yup
Shanté: No it doesn’t. What makes you say that?
Man: Yes it does
Shanté: C’mon now, how are you living out there?
Man: I don’t know. How you livin?
Shanté: [?] This much you know is true. So that makes your girl a hoe, too
Man: Hell no!
Shanté: How come?
Man: Cuz she’s not, I don’t sell drugs
Shanté: Please, c’mon who you handing that shit to?
C’mon tell me now, what do you do?
You wear a lot of gold
Man: Yeah
Shanté: and make a lot of money
Man: Uh-huh
Shanté: You tell mе you make records
Man: Yup
Shanté: Honey
C’mon now, causе I ain’t goin’ for it
And all that other bullshit, huh, I just ignore it
If a guy buys you drink just because he likes you
Girl gets jealous and then they want to fight you
Man: Word
Shanté: C’mon now, I ain’t wit it
And all that other stuff like I said, forget it (I got it)
Now I see that you wanna be unkind
Man: Oh yeah
Shanté: What I am saying is, what’s on your mind?
Man: What’s on your mind, Shanté?
But I can imagine what’s on your mind
I’ve been trying to tell you but
Let me tell you something else that I want to let you know
Man: Yeah? What’s that? (I got, I got, I got, I got it)

[Verse 2]
Shanté: When a guy that doesn’t have nothing, wants to say something
You know he’s just frontin’
Man: Yeah!
Shanté: Trying to pop shit, saying he got this and that
Man: Aight
Shanté: When he ain’t got a pot to piss in, in fact
Man: What?
Shanté: And now he is trying to say that he’s getting over
C'mon now, I think you’re drunk, you better sober
Man: What?
Shanté: Sober up, so you can hear what I am saying
Man: What are you saying?
Shanté: What’s on your mind?
And I’m not playing
Man: I’m not trying to hear that
What are you saying?
You ain’t sayin’ nothin’

Man: Well what?
Shanté: Well, for the last time
This is what is on my mind
Man: What’s on your mind?
Shanté: I gotta gets mine
I gotta get lined
I gotta get styles
Cause I have to make you holla
Man: Yeah!
Shanté: Make you scream and then grab you by the collar
Man: Aight!
Shanté: Take you to law or rather the tailor
Let you know now, huh, I’m not a failure
I am the one that will always succeed
Man: Word!
Shanté: I have what ALL the fellas need
Man: Word!
Shanté: And if they gotta pay for it
Man: (Laughter)
Shanté: That’s what they’ll do
What the fuck is you laughing for?
[?] you
And if I do, you know that you would take it
Now stand there and pretend like you wouldn’t fake it
Man: Stop that, you better stop that
Shanté: But then again, no need to act tough
Cuz if I was to give you some, you don’t have enough
Man: Stop that! (Laughter)
Shanté: Not enough to get me, to get any
C’mon now, you tryin to posture like you got plenty
Plenty of money? Huh? You got plenty of shit
And after that, I ain’t goin’ for it
Man: Yeah! I got plenty of that too
Shanté: And now you really want to get on time?
I’m asking you again, what’s on your mind?
And before you can even say what's on my mind again
Let me just finish it off so you can know how I feel about everything

[Verse 3]
Shanté: Girls gotta get paid, whether she’s a freak
Man: Word!
Shanté: No need to hide it, there is no need to sneak
Man: There’s no shame
Shanté: Cuz if you’re getting paid, then don’t feel ashamed
And if they call you a hoe, then that’s not your name
Because your name could be any way you want it
Man: Word!
Shanté: And let me let you know right now, and if you got to pawn it
Man: Sounds good
Shanté: Or got to front it
Or let me know how you beef
Well be like me
And get your cake and be free
Man: Nah, you got people lookin’ for you
Shanté: Now, you just mad
Cuz your girl don’t look like I do
Ain't got half of what I got
Man: You got [?] ass jeans
Shanté: Ain’t got shit goin’ for her
Man: Everybody and their brother want to get you
Shanté: And she dropped out of the 8th grade
Man: They looking for you
Shanté: Bitch got nappy hair
Man: Yeah
Shanté: And don’t know what the fuck to do with herself
Man: Don’t play yourself
Shanté: She’s tryin to get in shows
Beggin’ for passes and shit
Man: Haha! You're real funny!
Shanté: And that’s why she want to be with you for
Man: Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Shanté: And you know it!
And she didn’t even visit your ass
So don’t give me that
Shanté and Man: (Laughter)